Justin thought Monday would be different. Isabelle would talk about her religious friends watching him jerk off, how he had sprayed semen on them, how they smelled it, wiped it on themselves, and then how he had taken their naked pictures. Justing thought Isabelle would bring it up.
But no. Monday, Tuesday, then the whole week. Isabelle only had a little smile on her face. It's a bit like they were being hypnotized. But she never brought it up. Also, she had explained to her father she had volunteered to do group study with other students who needed help. He agreed to let her remain at school for 2 hours. But he demanded her mother pick her up and drive her home.
The first week, Justin did not take it easy on Isabelle. 10 miles a day. Jogging. Sit ups, squats, lunges, and more. The weather was still nice, sunny, but it was getting colder. They were outside on the track as much as possible.
Justin provided shorts, two sports bras (he'd stolen from his mother), and fed her endless protein shakes, water, and energy bars. He also handed her a list of her meals. She was not allowed to deviate. Unless it was foods like strawberries, blueberries, and lean steak.
Isabelle's previous diet was a lot of carbohydrates, whole milk, and things that kept her a little pudgy. Isabelle was not upset or embarrassed by Justin's observations and poking her stomach. She had never intended to be seen naked by a man, anyone, or ever wear sexy clothes. So, for her to be a little "pudgy" didn't bother her.
What was bothering her. Was wearing two sports bras to hold down her massive tits. The short pair of shorts that showed off her white legs, and too much skin being displayed.
"Your dress. It will show a lot of cleavage, a lot of leg, and it will be skintight. Maybe tighter." Justin stated as he was standing very close, nose to nose with Isabelle. A wicked smile on his face.
"How do I explain it to my father?" Isabelle asked.
"Tell him you got voted in as prom queen or something. Make up a lie. But you will wear it. You will look beautiful and sexy. Every girl in our class will be jealous. Every female teacher will be angry. They will all want to look like you. Or be you. And the boy students. The male teachers. They will all drool from their mouths, their boners will all leak. And they will all want to fuck you." Justin whispered into Isabelle's ear.
"That. That is exactly why I shouldn't be doing this." Isabelle whispered back.
But Justin gently took Isabelle's hand and guided it to the front of his gym shorts. Isabelle didn't resist as he slowly slid her hand down the inside and to his cock. Not hard. But it was warm and waiting. Isabelle's hand slowly felt around and griped the shaft of Justin's cock.
"Your face, your hair, your tits. They will be covered in my cum. Your hair will be as crusty as that cloth I gave you. After I spray load after load on you. Homecoming will be hot. But in a few more months. We have Prom. And that. That will be 10 times hotter. I guarantee it." Justin whispered as Isabelle breathed harder, faster, and her hand pumped Justin's cock.
"You also need to lose 20 lbs. I know you can do it. And by Prom. You would have lost 40. If you do as I say. Trust me. You will look so sexy. This whole school and city will remember you for 500 years." Justin smiled as he pulled Isabelle's hand from his dick.
Their workout was done, she needed to shower, dress back in her normal clothes, and have her mother pick her up.
Isabelle slowly pulled her hand from Justin's hardening cock. She also slowly walked head of him. She was trying to sway her hips, wiggle her ass, and tease Justin a bit. She didn't know if it was working or if she was doing it right. She had changed a bit.
"I don't want to be a whore or slut. But I want him to want me. Just a bit. I want him to watch me." Isabelle thought as she did her best to tease and strut in her shorts.
It was working. Her little wiggle made Justin's eyes lock onto her ass. His eyes never left from the time they walked from the track to the moment she walked into the women's locker room.
Justin was showered, dressed, and out of the locker room 10 minutes earlier than Isabelle each day. Each day he saw Isabelle's mom. Waiting in her SUV, parked in the middle of the parking lot, and each day he would wave at her. She would not wave back.
On Friday Justin ran Isabelle farther than normal. She completed 12 miles on the track, she ran stairs in the bleachers for 15 minutes, and she had done many more crunches then ever before.
Justin handed her a revised diet plan, the first week had shown she was sticking to it. Isabelle was happy with the exercise, and stated it was difficult, but it wasn't anything she couldn't accomplish.
Justin had planned ahead. He had parked his truck in the middle of the parking lot. Where Isabelle's mother had routinely parked. After the workout, shower, and return to the parking lot. He saw she was parked only two spaces away from Isabelle's mother.
This time, Justin walked in between his truck and her SUV. She rolled down her window and smiled at Justin. Isabelle's mother was just as beautiful as Isabelle. No make up, no lipstick. She had natural beauty. She was seated behind the steering wheel, her large tits held in by her flowery dress, but they nearly touched the steering wheel.
"I'm Justin. Isabelle has been tutoring me and several others. I told her I could drive her home. It wasn't a bother. But she insisted her mother would drive her. Do you know when she might show up?" Justin was teased and asked politely.
"Well. I am her mother. I'm Elizabeth. But everyone calls me Betty." Betty stated as she smiled at Justin.
"You are not Isabelle's mother. I thought you were her sister. You are so young and beautiful. Did you know Betty is a slang term for beautiful and sexy woman. I bet it's because of you. Am I right?" Justin teased, smiled, and tried his best to be a flirt.
"Well. I can assure you I am not her sister. You are such a tease." Betty blushed and covered part of her face with her hand.
"Betty. Betty. Betty. I really do see where the slang term came from." Justin stated as his eyes wandered from her face to her massive tits. They were ready to burst from her flowery and very basic dress. They were just like all the other dresses. Poofy, hid their curves, and down to their knees.
"Oh Justin. Your flatterer." Betty smiled and blushed.
"If I were to ask you. Say. I wanted to ask Isabelle out on a date. How would I do that? I really enjoyed the tutoring. I am a bit shy. I know Isabelle knows nothing about me wanting to ask her out or spend more time with her. But I wanted to do it right. The correct way." Justin asked as she turned his back to load his backpack into his truck.
Justin saw in the mirror that Betty's eyes were locked on his lean legs, firm ass, and she turned away quickly as Justin turned back to face her.
"Well. She is not allowed to date until she is 18. And she is 18. Her father and I hoped it would be a man from our church. But none of them are even close to good enough. But I will ask her father. I will bring up your name. On Monday. I will be back here. Let me see what I can do." Betty smiled.
"Well Betty. I am very thankful. I have been so worried and anxious about how I might get to know Isabelle a bit better outside of school. She is as beautiful as her mother. And I may not be worthy. But I would like to try. Please tell me if there is anything I can do for you?" Justin smiled and winked.
Betty groaned, moaned, and smiled before she rolled her window up. Isabelle had walked out, smiling at Justin, as she climbed into her mother's waiting SUV. Justin saw them chatting as Betty tried to start the SUV.
Justin climbed into his truck and waited. The SUV would not turn over. Justin waited a few minutes and watched.
It was his time to help. He climbed out, Betty rolled down her window, and Justin asked if she could pop the hood. Betty nodded as Justin explained he worked for his father at a garage to repair cars. He hoped he could find the problem. Betty agreed and waited in the car.
