Clara had never been the type to burden herself with deep thoughts. She was kind, sweet, and always ready to help. The only thing bigger than her heart were her massive DD titties. Her brain never tried to compete with them. She wasn't smart in the traditional sense, and even less in the age of fast minds and sharp tongues.
But she was beautiful. Tall, with a graceful figure, bright red hair and large innocent blue eyes. Her fair skin was dotted with light freckles across her cheeks and nose, adding to her full red lips.
Her waist? Tight as hell, like someone had grabbed her in the middle and squeezed. That made her ass pop even more, round, firm, the kind you couldn't help but stare at.
But she was also lonely.
Other girls, threatened by her looks, turned cold and cruel. Boys weren't interested in a genuine friendship, took advantage of her kindness, and hurt her feelings.
And so, she chose to leave the comfort of her parents' home behind and take charge of her own destiny.
It didn't take long until she found a small place in a shared building. Her landlord, Mr. Kuntz, a gentle old man with warm eyes, told her they'd get along well.
Clara wasn't entirely sure what he meant with that, but for the first time, pride bloomed quietly within her. She had done something on her own, and it mattered.
He assured her that the rent was extremely cheap, and that he had even lowered it further just for her, because of her warm smile and because he felt a duty to help young people.
That made Clara so happy that she threw her arms around him in gratitude.
And that, in turn, made him happy. For now, and for whatever might follow.
As her soft chest touched his, he let his hand glide down, pressing gently against her buttock, testing boundaries with a delicate touch.
High on endorphins, she didn't notice a thing.
And for the next few weeks, that blissful haze stayed with her.
She shopped like there was no tomorrow, danced through the nights, dined wherever she pleased. So this was adult life, she thought. And she loved it.
But as beautiful as it began, it ended just as quickly.
Three months in, and the money had vanished. Mr. Kuntz started showing up more often, gently asking about the rent. She helped him out sometimes, dusting, sorting, folding. He even had work clothes for her to wear in his apartment. They were tight, short, and not quite her style, but he insisted. He said it was more practical. She smiled and slipped into them without thinking too much. His kindness made her feel safe.
Mr. Kuntz was a very kind old man, but Clara knew he wouldn't be satisfied with small favors forever. He needed money, too. And she missed shopping so much. So she borrowed her parents' car and decided to go look for a job.
But first, she was hungry.
She slipped out of her sweatpants and hoodie, squeezed her lovely buttocks into a pair of jeans, and pulled a white crop top over her head. After tying her hair into a ponytail and slipping on her white sneakers, she was ready to go.
She got in her car and quickly arrived at the nearest ATM Burger. In the drive-thru, she ordered a vanilla milkshake, a cheeseburger, and some fried chicken wings.
At the window, a skinny young guy with braces lisped, "Good afternoon, miss. My name is Norman. Here is your o--"
The sight of Clara and her body was just too much for him. Even though she was simply sitting in the car, with only a small part of her belly visible, he immediately got a boner.
Poor guy, Clara thought. He probably had some kind of condition. She smiled, nodded, and said, "Order, right. You did a really great job."
A little embarrassed, Norman realized his behavior and closed his mouth again. But he couldn't just let her drive away now. This was the highlight of his day. Maybe even his week.
He quickly thought and asked, "Miss, would you like to try our brand-new fries with our special sauce? They're not officially on sale yet, only special customers get the chance to try them now."
"Oh, sure, why not?" Clara said.
Now he just had to find something that looked the part. As quickly as he could, he mixed all the sauces in the store together, picked up a few fries from the floor, blew off the worst of the dirt, and covered the rest with sauce.
"Okay," he said as he leaned as far out of the drive-thru window as possible. "Our company is very interested in your honest opinion."
He tried to feed her the fries directly, but Clara, startled, pulled back and took them in her hand instead. Disappointed, the employee leaned back inside.
She tried the brand-new creation and immediately grimaced. She didn't want to be rude, after all, she was now a very special customer, and he was, well, disabled. So she chewed twice and forced it down.
"Not bad," she said, not very convincingly.
"I'll be sure to pass that along. From our new favorite customer," he said with a smile that revealed both his braces and his yellowed teeth.
Just as she was about to drive off, he called out, "Sorry, miss, you've got something there," pointing to his own lip.
Grateful for the hint, Clara ran her tongue over her lips.
For him, time suddenly slowed down. His little boner turned into a full-on plank. He shook his head, imagining all the things that tongue could do to him. Unreal.
When she asked for the third time if it was gone, he snapped back to reality.
"No, let me help."
Before she could respond, he grabbed a napkin and swung himself out of the window.
Leaning into her car, he lifted the napkin to her face, letting it slip from his fingers at the last moment so that it landed gently on her ample breasts.
His fingertip traced slow, teasing circles over her parted lips before slipping inside. His expression darkened with desire, his breath growing heavy as he pushed deeper, a glisten of saliva forming at the corners of his mouth.
Clara, caught off guard and unsure how to react without seeming rude to someone who might be different, froze in place. The blaring honk of the cars lined up behind her finally shattered the tense moment, offering her an escape. As he pulled away, he let his hand linger for a final, firm squeeze of her soft breast while retrieving the napkin.
"We can't wait to welcome our most delightful customers again soon!" he called out with a grin as Clara, heart pounding, sped away.
Still uncertain about what had just happened, she drove on, sipping her milkshake. Had he been inappropriate? And given his apparent condition, would she have even had the right to react? Instead of dealing with the questions, she turned on Taylor Swift and blasted the volume to silence her thoughts.
