John goes to college
Muriel didn't feel so good. It was a hot day, and symptoms of dehydration were evident. Having a dry mouth and a dull headache, wasn't so good for a lecturer. Fortunately she'd spent the afternoon in her small office, tutoring students. At the end of the session she quickly escaped, to return with a cool bottle of water.
'Maybe I'm coming down with something,' she murmured to herself.
John sauntered out to the parking lot, taking a short cut through the teachers parking area. He watched Miss Flinders leaning against her old Ford, and walked up to her.
'You OK, Miss Flinders?' he politely asked.
'Sure,' she weakly responded.
'You don't look it,' he told her.
'Maybe not,' she relented.
He helped her into the car and held the door.
'Just close the door, I can take it from here,' she heavily said.
'You're in the passenger seat,' he pointed out.
'Oh. Maybe I do need help,' she murmured.
'You don't look well enough to drive. I could drive you, if you like,' he offered.
'I don't think so,' she crossly stated.
She tried to climb out of the car, only to become dizzy.
'Maybe you're right. I'm not safe,' she reluctantly agreed.
He climbed in and took the keys from her. After twenty silent minutes, except for directions, they arrived at an old style house. He helped her out, and up the steps to the veranda and an ornate front door.
'I can handle it from here,' she said.
He caught her as she began to fall backward. He took the key from her hand, opened the door, and helped her inside. He sat her on the sofa.
'Now you're here, could you get me a drink. Water would be fine,' she weakly said.
He'd put an experimental sonic device in her office at lunchtime, while she was out of the office, and it had been working on her all afternoon. He knew the effects it would have from accidently using it on Janet and her daughter, though this time it was on a low setting.
Muriel was a different woman, more assertive, even considered a harridan in class. As expected her breasts had grown, and she was sexually aroused. If the device had the same effects upon her, she would be like this for a couple of weeks.
He brought a pitcher, and a glass. From experience he knew she was going to drink a lot of water. He hoped it was just dehydration and not some awful reaction to the device. He poured another glass, which she knocked back in gulps.
'Shall I get another?' he asked.
'No. My headache has gone. I feel much better,' she said.
He watched her heft a shoulder, then fiddle with a bra strap.
'You must have things to do on a Friday night,' she pointedly said.
'I'll make sure you're ok, then leave,' he said.
'I'm being discourteous. Thanks for your help,' she reluctantly offered.
'Nothing much different with your attitude then,' he smiled.
'That's rude, but true,' she relented.
She fidgeted with the bra again.
'Damn thing is hurting like hell,' she said.
Muriel tried to reach behind her, only to stop the movement with a grimace.
'Undo the damn bra will you,' she huffily spoke.
He looked at her, acting as though he was wondering if he should.
'Don't worry about it, I'll keep them hidden,' she said.
He reached up the back of her blouse and unclipped it with one hand.
'Whew, that's much better. Didn't figure you had that much experience of unfastening a bra,' she smirked.
John shrugged, not admitting to anything.
'Best not tell your friends about this,' she ordered.
'Don't think they would believe me,' he said.
'You mean the harridan lecturer, unable to relax, or give an inch. What's my nick name these days?' she asked.
'Wouldn't like to say,' Muriel smiled.
'Kick Ass, or worse? Doesn't matter, I've heard it all before. Damn! They are sore,' she complained.
He watched her cup her breasts, and weigh them.
'Shit! My tits are swollen. Do you think so?' she asked.
'I wouldn't know, would I,' he said.
'Come on, all young guys look at lecturers tits. It's the only way to get through a boring lecture,' she said.
'Difficult to say,' he said.
'If you're angling for a look, don't bother,' she meanly said.
'That's fine. I just want to make sure you're alright before I leave,' he said.
Muriel fidgeted, looking uncomfortable. He noticed she hadn't asked him to leave. She firmly held onto them, and squeezed the nipples.
'I've changed my mind. I want you to look at them. Tell me if they look alright, or not,' she sighed.
Her fingers nimbly unbuttoned the blouse. She hesitated before opening it up.
'Well?' she asked.
The harshness in her voice sounded as though he were in class, and she was waiting for an answer.
'What am I supposed to be looking for?' he asked.
'I don't know. As a guy I assume you've seen more of these things than me. I've only seen my own, and don't take much interest in them. Do they look alright? I mean, normal,' she demanded.
John looked at Miss Flinders breasts, closely. 'They look alright to me. How do they feel?'
'I think that would be going too far,' she growled. 'Ooofff. They don't hurt so much as. . . I don't know, maybe they ache,' she murmured. 'Well, I've gone this far. It won't bother me, just don't let it bother you. Treat them gently,' she huffed.
