>>1605623I don't need to turn back into the old Junko. New Junko can strike up conversations with strangers. I hope. I sit down next to this girl, keeping my legs closed. Just walking across the restaurant seems to have caused even more slippage. Keeping my thighs together is all that's keeping my panties up at this point. "Um, hi, I guess you hated the cafeteria food too?" I try to not sound like someone who just narrowly avoided letting her underwear hit the floor of a fast food joint.
"It's not bad, but these habanero burgers are the best." the girl replies. I now see that she has indeed gone for the special. This close, I can also see she has grown a few cup sizes since she last bought new shirts, and her buttons are doing an admirable job containing her more-impressive-than-yours chest. The rest of her looks pretty athletic though, she looks more buff than most guys. I wonder what her workout is. "You'd think a mainstream place like this would make some weaksauce sauce, but this stuff has a kick on it like you won't believe. Made with real Dorset Nagas from England. If you don't wash your hands three or four times with a ton of soap before masturbating, boy will you know about it."
She sounds like she's speaking from experience, so I'm not really sure what to make of her attitude. It could be friendly, it could be vulgar, I don't really know. Although from the sounds of things, it's probably good that I chickened out of special (no pun intended). Her last comment stopped my train of thought dead. All I can imagine is 1,000,000 Scovilles interacting with my most sensitive place. I should try a more standard tack. "I- I'm Junko, who might you be?"
