Miss Nebula Ch 02

Nakia, feeling the weight of the embarrassing incident with Nebula, walked down the hallway with her head slightly lowered.

She stood alone in the silent washroom. Approaching the sink, Nakia leaned over and looked at her reflection in the mirror. In an attempt to refresh herself, Nakia cupped her hands under the running faucet and splashed cool water on her face. The droplets cascaded down her skin, washing away not only the physical sweat but also the remnants of self-doubt and embarrassment.

Nakia was staring at the running faucet...

Without warning, a firm and unmistakably tight spank struck her thick ass, sending a jolt of surprise and tingling warmth through her body. The unexpectedness of the spank left her momentarily frozen, unable to comprehend who could have dared to touch her in such a manner.

However, as Nakia looked into the mirror, she saw Shuri in the reflection, smiling mischievously. She was clad in a vibrant yellow sports bra and form-fitting leggings.

The sports bra hugged her torso, it showcased Shuri's sculpted abdominal muscles and the strength she possessed. The fabric clung to her skin, tracing the gentle curves of her chest and accentuating her toned upper body. The leggings showcased her slender thighs and sculpted calves.

With her hands clenched into fists, Nakia confronted Shuri, her voice tinged with a mix of frustration and anger. "Shuri, just fuck off," she snapped, her words laced with an undercurrent of irritation.

But Shuri, undeterred, seemed to revel in the discomfort she was causing Nakia. She acted swiftly, delivering another spank to Nakia's ass with a playful yet assertive force. The impact echoed in the small washroom, creating a momentary burst of sound that seemed to reverberate through the tiled walls.

"You used to love this," Shuri teased, her voice laced with a hint of nostalgia.

Nakia turned to her, looking directly into Shuri's eyes, her tone firm and resolute. "We are over, Shuri. Don't you fuckin get it," she declared, determination coloring her words.

However, Shuri had no intention of accepting Nakia's declaration. With a swift motion, she reached out and grabbed Nakia's arm, pulling her closer. The sudden proximity sent a surge of discomfort through Nakia, her personal space invaded once again. Before she could react, Shuri's lips locked onto hers, an aggressive kiss that caught her off guard.

Nakia's initial instinct was to push Shuri away, to resist the unwanted advance. But as Shuri's teeth nibbled on her lower lip, a surge of anger and defiance coursed through Nakia. Drawing upon her strength, she sent Shuri hurtling backward, crashing into a nearby wall.

As Shuri staggered to her feet, a mix of surprise and determination flashed across her face. "Someone wants to fight," she snarled, her voice filled with a combative edge.

Unfazed by Shuri's threat, Nakia ran as fast as she could.

Shuri yelled, "You still make me wet, my love."

Nakia swiftly emerged from the confines of the washroom, her heart pounding with a mix of adrenaline and embarrassment.

Determination coursed through her veins as she took off running down the hallway, her agile steps carrying her forward with a sense of urgency. Despite her attempts to keep a composed facade, the natural sway of her ample bosom couldn't be concealed, even beneath the loose fabric of her baggy top. The rhythmic bounce of her voluptuous curves served as a visual testament to her vitality and allure, drawing fleeting glances from passersby who couldn't help but be captivated by her undeniable presence. The fabric of her baggy top strained slightly, unable to fully contain the abundant sensuality that resided beneath.

Then Nakia came to a halt at the exit door, and stepped out of the college.

Startled by the unexpected sight of Nebula stepping into her car, Nakia's mind raced with a sudden idea. With a surge of determination, she swiftly made her way towards Nebula's sleek Toyota Camry, her heart pounding in anticipation. Knocking on the door glass, Nakia called out to Nebula, her voice filled with a mix of urgency and hopeful desperation.

"Miss Nebula," Nakia heaved, trying to catch her breath.

Nebula, slightly taken aback by the sudden interruption, slid down the window, revealing her distinctive blue-skinned visage. Recognition flickered in her eyes as she recalled Nakia's name.

"Nakia, right?" Nebula inquired.

Nakia nodded eagerly, her weariness evident in her voice. "Could you give me a lift to my house? I'm utterly exhausted at the moment."

A warm smile graced Nebula's features as she considered Nakia's request. "Of course, come on in."

Relief washed over Nakia as she heard Nebula's assuring response. Without hesitation, she opened the car door and settled into the passenger seat, grateful for the unexpected act of kindness.

As the engine hummed to life and the car began to glide through the streets, Nakia's mind buzzed with intrigue.

Nebula, a touch of curiosity in her voice, inquired, "Did you understand today's lession?"

Nakia's mind momentarily wandered back to the classroom, where she had found herself captivated by the magnetic presence of her body. Her eyes had been irresistibly drawn to Nebula's form, making it challenging to focus on the lesson. Nevertheless, Nakia quickly composed herself.

"Yeah, totally," Nakia blurted out, a hint of nervousness intermingled with her affirmation.

A genuine smile graced Nebula's features, her initial nervousness fading away. "That's great to hear. It was my first day teaching, and I must admit I was a bit apprehensive about how it would turn out."

Nakia, seizing the opportunity to establish a connection with Nebula, extended her hand and gently patted Nebula's thigh. "You were great, Miss Nebula. Your teaching style was engaging and informative."

Nebula felt a twinge of surprise at the personal gesture, yet she allowed it, recognizing Nakia's jovial nature and genuine appreciation.

As they drove in silence, Nakia couldn't help but notice her own heightened awareness of her body. With each stolen glance, she observed the faint outline of her nipples poking through the fabric of her white shirt. A mix of excitement and curiosity coursed through her veins, making her heart race.

Breaking the silence, Nebula's voice cut through the air, bringing Nakia's attention back to the present moment. "Can I ask you something, Nakia?"

Nakia, eager to engage in conversation and intrigued by Nebula's question, responded without hesitation, "Yes, anything."

Nebula's tone remained calm and inquisitive as she posed her query. "I am new to Earth, so forgive my lack of understanding, but do you happen to know what is meant by the term 'Perky Pointers'?"

Nakia's eyes widened in surprise, a mix of disbelief and excitement washing over her. The realization dawned upon her that they were about to delve into a conversation about Nebula's nipples.

Nakia's expression shifted into one of concern, her acting skills coming into play as she feigned surprise. "Why? What happened?"

Nebula's voice held a hint of irritation as she explained the cause of her distress. "The New Black Panther. She kept on calling me."

Nakia's face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and anger at the mention of Shuri's name. "She's a miscreant," Nakia responded, her voice dripping with disdain.

Nebula sighed, her tone reflecting a newfound sense of restraint. "I know she was teasing me, and I would have easily ripped her head off if I were still the old Nebula. But now, I am trying to live a new life. Still, what does it mean?"

Nakia shifted her gaze, making a conscious effort to avoid looking at Nebula's chest. With a slight hesitation, she replied, "Well, Nebula, it means that the outlines of your nipples were visible through your shirt."

Nebula's expression reflected her genuine confusion as she attempted to grasp the nuances of Earthly customs. "Is that a bad thing?" she inquired, seeking clarification.

Nakia's smile was both reassuring and sympathetic. "Not exactly," she replied, her voice laced with understanding. "But it can make you a target for the teasing and unwanted attention of certain perverted individuals, like..."

Recognizing her role as a teacher, Nebula interrupted, her tone firm yet compassionate. "If I could transition from being a ruthless warrior to a compassionate teacher, I believe Shuri has the capacity to change as well. She is still young, just like you."

Nakia, despite Nebula's optimistic outlook, harbored a deeper understanding of individuals like Shuri. She knew all too well that some people were driven by their desires, willing to pursue them at any cost, without consideration for the feelings or well-being of others.

Nebula, somewhat hesitant yet determined, spoke up once again, expressing her need for assistance. "I know this may take up some of your time, so if you're not in a hurry, could you help me shop for something that could alleviate this 'pointers' problem?"

Nakia's mind raced at the unexpected proposition. Was Nebula really asking her to go underwear shopping together? The day seemed to be unfolding in increasingly exciting and intriguing ways.

Nakia's voice squeaked involuntarily as she responded, "Yes." Immediately realizing her reaction, she regained her composure and spoke again, this time in a more composed manner, "Yes, I can help you with that."

Nebula's lips curled into a small, appreciative smile. "You're a jolly one, Nakia," she remarked, acknowledging Nakia's lively and cheerful demeanor.

Nakia nodded gratefully, her gratitude evident in her response. "Thank you, Miss Nebula."

***

In the bustling ambiance of the lingerie store, Nakia's eyes sparkled with excitement as she carefully selected a collection of bikinis. Her choices included two vibrant string bikinis and two daring micro bikinis, each one exuding a distinct allure.

Carrying the assortment of swimwear, Nakia made her way back to Nebula, who was waiting patiently near the changing rooms. Nebula accepted the orange string bikini from Nakia's hands.

Nebula retreated into the privacy of the changing room, the soft fabric of the bikini cradled in her hands. As she closed the door, anticipation filled the air, mingling with the quiet hum of the store.

Minutes ticked by, and Nakia's excitement grew, mixed with a hint of impatience.

Just when Nakia began to wonder about the delay, a soft, beckoning voice reached her ears, "Nakia, I think I need help."

Nakia's heart skipped a beat, a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins. This unexpected invitation to enter the intimate space with Nebula was something she could only dream of.

With a trembling hand, Nakia pushed the partially open door of the changing room.

Inside the changing room, Nakia closed the door behind her, creating a private sanctuary away from prying eyes. Only one mirror was present in the room.

Her gaze was drawn to Nebula, who stood with her back to Nakia, facing the wall. Nebula's attire commanded attention--a vibrant orange bikini top paired with a sleek pencil skirt. The bikini top, untied at the back, revealed Nebula's smooth, bare back, adding an element of allure to her appearance.

Nakia's eyes traced the contours of Nebula's back, marveling at the interplay of light and shadow on her skin. Nebula's toned muscles hinted at her strength and resilience, showcasing the warrior within.

In that moment, Nakia's own desires started to surface. She felt an electric tingling between her thighs, a growing arousal that she couldn't ignore. Her fingers instinctively slipped inside the waistband of her own shorts, gently squeezing her pussy as her mind wandered into a realm of sensual fantasies.

Breaking the silence, Nebula's voice filled the changing room, pulling Nakia's attention back to the present.

Nebula's tone was laced with a hint of vulnerability as she spoke, "I am sorry, Nakia. You shouldn't be seeing me like this. But can you just tie this bikini top? This is my first time."

Nakia's voice quivered slightly, a mixture of nervousness and suppressed desire, "Sure, Miss Nebula. I'll help you."

Nakia's fingers delicately grazed the contours of Nebula's muscular back as she focused on tying the bikini top. Her touch sent a wave of electric tingles through Nebula's body, and she couldn't help but let out a soft gasp.

Nebula's voice trembled slightly with a tiny scream, "Ah, Nakia. Make it a little loose, please."

Nakia's pulse quickened as she heard Nebula's scream echo through the changing room.

Would Nebula scream in pleasure, her voice a symphony of ecstasy as Nakia explored her most intimate parts? How would Nebula's screams evolve, from soft whispers of anticipation to uninhibited cries of pleasure? Nakia thought to herself.

She tied the bikini top again, ensuring it was comfortable for Nebula.

Nakia asked in a slightly shaky voice, "Do you need any more help?" Her words carried a hidden subtext, a hint of longing that she hoped Nebula wouldn't pick up on.

"No, I don't think so," Nebula replied, her voice filled with a hint of self-assuredness. "I think I can handle it from here." She still faced the wall, not turning to Nakia, "But tell me, Nakia, what's the use of wearing this thread-like clothing when you are practically naked?"

"I just picked randomly," Nakia admitted, her voice laced with amusement. "I didn't pay attention. But hey, do you want to see what I'm wearing? Maybe you'll like them more."

"Nakia," Nebula said, her tone gentle yet firm, "you can go now. Let me just try on my own."

Nakia didn't want to leave just yet.

"So how would you know if they look good on you?" Nakia asked, her voice laced with intrigue.

Nebula pondered the question, her brow furrowing in thought. "Well, I would be wearing clothes over them, won't I?"

Nakia's eyes sparkled mischievously as she seized the opportunity to engage Nebula further. "But then, why do you think there are so many colors and varieties?"

Caught off guard by Nakia's question, Nebula fell silent, unsure of how to respond. Her unfamiliarity with Earth's fashion customs left her momentarily at a loss for words.

Gently pressing her advantage, Nakia leaned in, her voice tinged with a hint of playful persuasion. "I know you're new here," she began, "but believe me, women on Earth often roam around on beaches wearing these bikinis only. It's quite common."

Nebula's eyes widened with surprise at this revelation, her voice betraying her astonishment. "Really?" she exclaimed, a mixture of curiosity and incredulity evident in her tone. "They have no shame?"

Nakia assured Nebula, "It's not about shame, and don't worry. It's normal for me to see you like this. I won't tell anyone."

Nebula, still cautious, responded, "You better not do this for your fun, if you wanna get good grades."

Nakia chuckled softly, trying to ease the tension. "As you say, miss," she replied, understanding Nebula's concerns.

Nebula then instructed, "Now turn around." Nakia turned around facing the opposite wall to Nebula.

Nebula slowly slid down the zipper of her pencil skirt, the sound echoing softly in the small changing room. With a graceful motion, she let the skirt glide down her blue ass, revealing her sculpted thighs as it pooled around her feet.

With a graceful and fluid motion, Nebula slid on the bikini bottom, effortlessly maneuvering it up her sculpted thighs. The fabric clung to her skin, accentuating her athletic physique.

She turned toward Nakia, her eyes scanning for any sign of curiosity or lingering gazes. Relief washed over Nebula as she realized Nakia had respected her privacy, resisting the urge to steal a glimpse.

Nebula hesitated, her voice laced with a hint of vulnerability, "Nakia, how do I look?"

Nakia's eyes widened as she turned her gaze towards Nebula. The sight that greeted her was nothing short of breathtaking. Nebula stood before her, her figure clad in the vibrant orange bikini.

Nakia couldn't help but admire the way the bikini top hugged Nebula's breasts, providing a tantalizing glimpse of their alluring shape. The sight of her near-nakedness stirred a mixture of desire and awe within Nakia.

With a small gasp, Nakia found her voice, her words infused with a mix of awe and admiration, "Wow."

Nebula tilted her head, a hint of curiosity in her eyes, "What do you mean?"

Nakia quickly corrected herself, realizing her initial response may have been too forward, "I mean, the bikini suits you perfectly."

A sense of discipline flickered in Nebula's gaze as she accepted Nakia's compliment, her tone carrying a note of satisfaction, "Better."

Despite knowing that Nebula was her teacher, and it would be risky to attempt anything, she wanted to take a risk.

She realized that this might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and she couldn't let it slip away. A mischievous idea sparked in Nakia's mind, and she knew she had to act upon it.

Nebula, noticing Nakia's prolonged gaze fixated on her navel, broke the silence, "Nakia, let's go. I will try the rest at home."

Nakia's heart raced with anticipation as she mustered the courage to share her fabricated tradition, knowing that it could either lead to an unexpected adventure or end in awkward disappointment.

With a playful smile, Nakia responded, "Actually, Miss, there's something you need to do. It's a tradition in my home, a little superstition for good luck."

Nebula raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Nakia's unexpected request, "Oh? What is it?"

Nakia smirked mischievously, testing the limits of Nebula's gullibility. "You just started a new job, a new life. And when someone does that, there's a special tradition you must follow to show your gratitude," Nakia declared with an air of conviction.

Nebula raised an eyebrow, skeptical yet intrigued. "What kind of tradition?" she inquired cautiously.

Nakia leaned in, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, it's said that when someone helps you in a significant way, you need to taste them three times. It's an ancient Earth custom."

Nebula's expression shifted from intrigue to disgust. "Taste them? Like kissing? No way, Nakia. That's just gross," she protested, her tone laced with revulsion.

Nakia denied, "No, not kissing."

Nebula, still wary, couldn't help but inquire, "Then what exactly do I have to do?"

A mischievous grin played on Nakia's lips as she delivered the unexpected response, "You strip me off, Miss."

Nebula recoiled, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Nakia, I can't do that! It's highly inappropriate," she exclaimed, her voice filled with a mix of shock and apprehension.

Nakia's tone turned serious as she leaned closer, her eyes locking with Nebula's. "I understand your hesitation, Miss, but this ritual holds great significance. If one fails to follow it, it's believed their new career will be plagued with misfortune and failure," she warned, her voice tinged with a sense of gravity.

Nebula groaned in annoyance, her frustration palpable. "Oh, these stupid Earth rituals. Why do they have to be so bizarre?"

Nebula swiftly removed Nakia's top, revealing Nakia's thick skin. With deft movements, Nebula bent down a little, as she moved to remove Nakia's shorts.

As the fabric of the shorts slid down Nakia's legs, pooling around her ankles, Nebula's eyes couldn't help but be drawn to the sight before her. Nakia's body, with its rich brown complexion, emanated a natural allure that captivated Nebula's attention. The black bandeau bra was trying its best to contain Nakia's ample breats, while the panty briefs showcased the enticing shape of her hips and thighs.

Nebula hesitated for a moment before voicing her thoughts, "Your bra and panties are much more modest and provide better coverage."