She'd seen her go in. She was inside the diner. All Rachel needed to do was wait and she'd come out, that would be her chance. The day started normal enough, aside from Leah's further absurdity in the breast department, with Gretchen demanding she hang out. With most of the original group gone, turned to lesbians and enamoured with Carmen it seemed, the queen bee kept Rachel close, as if she'd turn. And, in truth, she wasn't wrong.
For weeks, Rachel had observed Carmen. Ever since Dakota started following her, then more so after Mary joined them. Now Zoey and Ashley were part of that group. But what connected them beyond Carmen? It could be that the honour student was responsible. She certainly had the beauty to turn straight women gay, among other things. Rachel already had an eye for women.
"Come on already," Rachel said under her breath. She sat on a couch in the middle of the mall, facing her sister's workplace, where Carmen had disappeared an hour ago. Occasional glimpses of Leah were all she got, and each time it seemed her sister had gotten bigger. That was ridiculous. Day by day growth, sure, spurts like that weren't uncommon for an indulgent woman like Leah, but minutes was insane. Yet her eyes said exactly that. It didn't make sense.
Her leg bounced in place without rhythm. Gretchen had taken off in favour of a random guy, leaving her to watch in solitude. Ideal, if not for how long Carmen was taking. She just needed to come out, then Rachel could follow her and maybe find out something. Like if she was single. The redheads cheeks boiled to the same colour of her hair and she shook the thought loose.
No chance. If she tried and managed to annoy Carmen, then what would happened. What did that matter? Everyone that angered Carmen ended up as her friend, so it was a win-win. Rachel ruffled her hair, as if that would loosen the thoughts. She had to know how Carmen did it first. Then maybe...
The cafΓ© door swung open and a pair of breasts wobbled out. Rachel forced her eyes upward and saw Carmen's face, tight and clammy, as if she'd been embarrassed, or did something unlawful. The redhead cast her head down, watching behind a veil of hair as her target walked past. A little down the way, she sat and hung her head. She put a bag down at her side, a hint of black over the edge.
Rachel crept toward her. The girl was muttering something indistinct to herself, though it sounded like she was in conversation, yet her phone was nowhere to be seen. Being the best student must take its toll, Rachel thought and stopped a few feet away. While Carmen engrossed herself in whatever she was saying, the redhead shuffled closer.
It'd been a week since she last had a good look at Carmen, and she'd grown. Just like Leah, the arch of her butt pronounced further than Rachel recalled, and even the swell of her breasts came into view from behind. Any other person's chest would be obscured. Yet her body seemed effortless, like her voluptuousness was ingrained in her genes. Not like Gretchen or Mary, whose curves seemed to obtrude on every little thing. And Carmen's must be natural from how they moved.
"I shouldn't have listened to you," Carmen said and pinched her brow. Rachel stopped within arms reach of the bag and, when Carmen turned away, as if focused on something else, she slipped the book out. She'd seen it before, always close to the busty student. Must be a diary, which meant the secret she needed was inside. She opened it to the middle and found empty rows. Only the first few pages had anything on them.
Dakota Weiss: Grows a 7'' cock with proportionate girth and balls. Will go to the girl's restroom and wait there for Carmen Robins. When Carmen arrives, Dakota will be wholly subservient. When Carmen leaves, Dakota will forget everything about the encounter.
"What the fuck?" Rachel said. A quick scan further down the page showed Mary and Ashley's names as well, with longer paragraphs attached. On the second was Leah's.
"Give it back!" Carmen snatched the book away and stood, note clutched to her chest.
"Relax, I don't care about your stupid fetish diary," Rachel rolled her eyes and also stood, "But I think someone else might. Zoey and Ashley would probably be a little freaked out by it. Oh and Gretchen will get a kick of it."
"Don't tell anyone," Carmen said, dark eyes fuming, "Or..."
"Or what? You'll turn me into one of your flunkies? Do that and I guarantee word will get out. What would colleges think of a honour student with this fucked up fetish?"
"What do you want?" Carmen groaned, eyeing the book and Rachel, as if judging something. Frustration clouded her otherwise pretty features, pulling them tighter, yet her lips pursed together and enticed Rachel. She could just imagine them on her own. They looked soft, not like Gretchen's injections. Kissing her, being enveloped in those breasts, hands overflowing with ass, and the feel of her heat... No, Rachel needed to know what Carmen did to Zoey and the others.
"A date," Rachel blurted. That was stupid! Forget their being on opposite ends of the social hierarchy, Carmen had her beat in every conceivable way. She towered over Rachel, breasts several times the size of her own, casting their shadow like great mountains at sunrise. They were opposites, plain as day. And that made it better.
"A what?" Carmen asked and blinked at the petite girl. Rachel cleared her throat and firmed her stance. Too late to back out.
"You are going to take me on a date. Doesn't have to be anything fancy."
"I... okay?" Carmen said, dazed by the demand. She must've expected something different, a ransom or servitude at least. If she'd been discovered by Gretchen, that would be true and probably worse. For what felt like minutes, she gawked at Rachel, looking up and down as if trying to understand some unknown factor. Her gaze pierced everything, like it saw past Rachel's clothes.
"Stop staring," Rachel said. She turned her head to hide a blush, "I'll pick you up at eight. Got it?" Not waiting for a reply, she strode away. The exit was in Carmen's direction, but she didn't trust herself to stay around her. Even hanging around that girl seemed dangerous. It wasn't just her appearance, but her smell was intoxicating. What perfume did she use? She'd find out tonight. Oh god, why didn't she say tomorrow? She needed to clean up. The bus had better be on time.
Rachel showered once she got home. Under the stream of water, her nerves gave out and realisation dawned on her. She was going on a date. With the hottest girl she'd seen, much less knew. A girl. Back in middle school, she'd gone out with a few guys, mostly older ones interested in being with a younger looking girl, but never another woman. It had been a fantasy for years now, since she met Zoey. Now it was coming true with someone else.
Once she finished cleaning, Rachel sat in her bed. A sketchbook was splayed before her, pencil hovering without purpose. Drawing calmed her down most days. She could focus on making lines, whether they joined into a picture or not didn't really matter. Just start something, she thought and forced her hand to move. It could come out as mindless scribbles for all she cared. Half an hour later and she was faced with a decent sketch of Carmen.
"Fuck, what's wrong with me?" Rachel chucked the book aside. For days now, it was Carmen, Carmen, Carmen. She couldn't get the bitch out of her head, and the looming date didn't help at all. What was she really like? Did she even like girls? No, of course she did. Rachel had seen the way she looked around the school, always with an eye of restrained desire. Always restrained. What would she be like unleashed?
Rachel's mind deserted her, wandering into fantasies she'd rather forget. One took the forefront, a vivid portrait of Carmen, clad in latex that poured over her curves like black oil, dipping between her legs to bring into light a trimmed bush and tidy vulva, one that hid its secrets well. She thought back to that book, to Carmen's apparent fetish for girls with dicks. It wasn't new, they'd been around since the eighties, but it stirred Rachel's own lust. She envisioned Carmen's clit growing, thickening into a slab of cock-meat that would split her apart if she wasn't careful.
"Fuck it, might as well deal with this now." Rachel's hand inched to her pussy, its heat pouring down her legs.
"Rachel?!" Her door slammed open and Leah's beaming face shot through, "Why didn't you tell me you got a date? We've gotta get you ready. I already talked to Carmen and told her what foods you like, but we need to pick something out. You've got to look good for this one."
"It's fine, really, Leah," Rachel said, groaning as she ignored the simmer of arousal between her legs. She looked at her sister, frowning. Did she look different? No, not really. Maybe her breasts were fuller, but not much else. The bottom pair could use a milking, which she'd get roped into helping with. Again.