The weekend had been utterly confusing for Carol. The sight of James and the much older (slut!) woman was burnt into her memory and she couldn't stop the undeniable, sexy feelings that arose whenever the young woman thought back at the scene in the parking lot.
She had discovered masturbation when she was fifteen but it had never been something she'd been overly prone to – 'till now. It almost seemed like she'd spent the last couple of days in bed with her hand between her thighs with images of James flashing through her mind.
Sometimes the strange woman was there too, double-teaming James with her. Sometimes it was just that slut and James – which made Carol both hot and jealous. Sometimes it was just Carol and James – and it was her who was dressed up for his pleasure... until she got naked for him of course. And then... strangest of all was the image of the slut and her, Carol. With Carol giving the skank a light spanking and telling her how to dress and behave.
All of this made Carol very confused. Why was she suddenly so interested in James? Why did she want to dress up for him, want him to spank her? Why did she care at all about the strange woman? The only sexual encounter she'd ever had, had been on very equal terms and she'd always assumed that's what she wanted in her future relationships.
She'd heard of 'the heart wants what the heart wants' but this was her damn pussy making demands on her! How weird was that?
It was with some dread she anticipated the day ahead of her. The first classes would be okay, but after lunch she would have to team up with James again in the lab.
Should she tell him? What was there even to tell? That she knew he was seeing an old tart? And that it made her hot beyond control? That hardly seemed sufficient...
The scene in the parking lot had showed Carol how James liked his women but she just couldn't bring herself to display that kind of sluttyness. Her modesty was battling her desire to... well, to impress James.
Over the weekend, she'd dusted off her make-up kit (for the first time ever, she wished she used contact-lenses but that couldn't be help) and found some of the 'interesting' clothes out of her closet. Admittedly, she didn't have anything as appealing as that outfit James' lusty old whore had been wearing but nevertheless...
First she'd found the only skirt she owned, a dark blue one that reached down to her knees, then a black t-shirt with a v-cut neckline, tight across the chest but loose around the stomach – it was warm enough not to wear anything over it, she'd decided. The big question was: bra or no bra?
Her breasts were big (huge actually), even Carol, with her low self-esteem, knew that and hopefully they'd play their part in attracting James' attention. She never went outside without a bra, 'cause they jittered and jumped around with every step she took (which would be all the more noticeable in the t-shirt she'd picked as it was tight) but perhaps James would like that? On the other hand, in a bra, especially the black lace push-up bra her sister had given her when she started at college would give her a very noteworthy cleavage... oh the decisions!
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And now it was finally time to meet James. She'd been nervous all day, although not so nervous that she'd missed the admiring eyes that followed her chest wherever she went. Somehow that embarrassed her, annoyed her and made her proud, all at the same time. She only hoped James would appreciate it too – after all, he had his own hottie, apparently.
She was standing in their section of the lab, waiting for James and the teacher so they could continue last week's experiments.
"Hey Carol," she suddenly heard from behind. James' voice! she thought in a mix of panic and eagerness as she spun around to face him.
James froze in his tracks as he saw how his normally boringly-dressed lab-partner presented her tits to him. 'Cause that was all he saw – two huge melons, hiding under a single layer of clothes. The force of her move and the sudden stop made them practically quaver under her t-shirt, showing him – and everyone else looking (which at least two guys from the class were) that she had chosen to go braless.
"Wow," he said, forcing his eyes upwards from her chest, finding her eyes, for the first time ever surrounded by a light layer of make-up. Only weeks of staring at Andrea's – albeit smaller – tits, offered to him in a so many different states of undress gave him the needed strength to tear his eyes away from her chest, where her every breath caused small ripples to go through her marvellous mammaries.
"You're looking good, Carol," he smiled at her, forcing himself to stare at her face, not her tits.
Despite all her planning, hours of role-playing with the reflection in her mirror and all the clever retorts she had prepared, Carol had no idea what to answer. She smiled back, a somewhat sickly smile but still a smile, and sat down on the chair in front of her, seemingly ready to start working.
James – often confused by the actions of the beautiful sex – sat down on his chair next to her.
"Something wrong?" he asked and stole a peak at her supple knockers. Okay, more than a peak – now that she was facing a different way, there was no reason not to stare, was there?
She turned her head to James (making him raise his eyes to her face again) and shook her head before turning her attention back to staring into the air.
James was now very confused. He was not exactly Casanova and not at all used to having any kind of effect on the girls at school. Deft as he was, he nevertheless picked up on something being wrong and that it somehow concerned him.
"Did I do something wrong?" he asked, quite puzzled but she merely shook her head, still not talking to him.
This became the strangest class ever. The first quarter, James tried to get out of her what was wrong, but she ignored him, answered with one-syllable words and avoided eye-contact.
Carol silently kept cursing herself. What was the matter with her? God, he thinks I'm mad at him! she fumed, as he once again asked her if there was anything he could do. But it had all gone wrong, so horribly wrong. At first she just couldn't find an answer for him and now... well, how would she explain that she'd been more or less silent for the last fifteen minutes? Better to keep her mouth shut, get through the class and find a plausible explanation for her lack of response before she saw him again. Or join a convent, whatever proved to be easier.
"Well fine," James finally relented, growing quite angry with her lack of response, "then don't tell me." They worked in silence for the remainder of the class, Carol feeling worse and worse now that she apparently had made James mad at her, and James partly confused, partly annoyed that one of the few persons he actually liked in their class now openly ignored him.
As soon as the class ended, Carol grabbed her things and rushed to the exit, ahead of everyone else. James, his curiosity overtaking him, followed her, just as quickly.
He caught up with her at the parking lot, where she was sitting on a bench, hiding her face in her hands and sobbing gently. James' anger dissipated – how could he be mad at a crying woman?
"Eh..." he gingerly began, not quite sure what he was going to do or what was even going on, "you alright?" Okay, that was just a stupid thing to say, he immediately thought but what could he do?
She just shook her head, not looking up. Not really having any experiences that could help him in this situation, he sat down next to her. He didn't fail to notice how her magnificent tits jumped with every sob but he somehow managed to focus on her pitiful mood.
They were still mostly alone; most of the students hadn't come out yet which James was very thankful for. This was awkward enough as it was.
"Then what's wrong," he asked, trying to sound calming. But how does one sound calming?
"I'm-I'm just so stupid!" she exclaimed in an angry tone, still hiding her face.
"Now, I'm sure that's not-" he began but was quickly interrupted by Carol's continued tirade: "I just thought... and I took these stupid clothes on, just so you'd see me! And then I made you mad at me, and I don't even know what went wrong! I just wanted you to notice me..." She finally looked up, staring into his eyes with an angry expression, challenging him to say something to counter her outburst.
"So you did all this," he asked slowly in an unbelieving voice, indicating her tight t-shirt, pretty skirt and make-up with his hand, "for me?"
She nodded and looked away, unable to meet his eyes.
With the exception of her turning out to be an alien, sent to Earth to arouse and confuse him, this was the last explanation James had imagined.
"But... why? And why didn't you just say something?" he asked, confused but also somewhat flattered.
"I don't know!" she cried desperately, "if I knew I wouldn't sit here, would I!?"
"Okay, okay," James tried to calm her down again, "it's alright." He carefully put an arm around her shoulders, giving her a tender hug. Feeling his closeness and reacting solely on instincts, she embraced him in a quick movement, clinging to him.
She was very close and her big tits were pressed up against him. James was trying very hard to be comforting but he was also a teenage guy – the result was inevitable. Carol who was slowly being calmed down by his closeness and the physical contact noticed how something hard was rising in his jeans. Pulling herself together, pushing her deal-sealing tits out against him, she asked him the fatal question:
"James, do you think I'm sexy?" Although she wasn't as well-versed in the seductive ways as her older sister, Carol knew enough to pout her lips at him, bap her eyes-lashes and look as small and vulnerable as possible, while her glorious tits spoke for themselves.
Looking down at them, James could only nod.
