Don't snoop

Nah… you don’t need to look at someone’s personal belongings. You don’t even know her that well, but she seems cool. The last thing that you want to do is offend her. You’re glad that there’s someone else like you and Stef at this school. You don’t know if you and Ellen will ever be besties, but you should definitely get to know her.

Unfortunately, you have other obligations.

The library is quiet and a little dusty. You wonder if Kris ever gets lonely in here, and you’re about to have that question answered. You write in the last answer and pass the test across the table to her. She puts down her book and picks up the test, adjusting her glasses to look it over.

“Hmm,” She says, getting to her feet. She walks around the table and puts the test down in front of you, leaning down beside it. She wears a skirt and blouse, and as always, her cleavage is spectacular. Now it’s spectacular and very close by. You feel the warmth of her body and smell her perfume. “Pretty good,” she says finally, tapping the sheet of paper with her finger. “You’re making an effort.”

“Of course,” you say nervously, also making an effort to not just stare at her tits.

She smiles and sighs. “Oh. You poor thing. I guess I can reward it a little.”

You stiffen in surprise as she pops a button on her blouse, then another. Her bra, and even more of her pale breasts come into view.

“Whoa,” you say, blushing. “Um…”

“Oh, please. You’re kind of obvious.”

You slam your hands into your lap to hide your growing boner.

“Relax,” Kris murmurs, elegantly using two fingers to open the front clasp of her bra. The cups pop away and her gorgeous breasts burst forth.

You have turned into a statue, but your heart pounds.

“Oh. Hi,” you say. Her chest is inches from your face.

“Go ahead,” she says with an amused smile on her face.

You swallow, then reach out with one hand.

“Carla,” Kris says.

Your eyes pop open and you wake up. The pencil in your hand snaps. Kris is sitting next to you, and her blouse is buttoned up. Her bra is closed. She still looks and smells amazing, but…

“Fuck,” you mutter, shaking your head, and scooting closer to the table so she won’t notice the huge tent in your shorts. “Sorry.”

“Were you sleeping?”

“I guess.”

“Was it a nice dream?”

You hesitate, looking over at her. “It was about you.”

She laughs, putting a fresh pencil in front of you.

“Nice try,” she says.

Yeah… reality sucks. But at home, naked on your bed, you don’t need reality. You dive face-first into your fantasy, which involves Kris doing a leisurely striptease in front of you before climbing into your lap and riding you with those huge boobs in your face.

You flinch in surprise at the sudden hotness on your face.

“Oh. Ah. Fuck,” you gasp, opening your eyes and touching your cheek. Your fingers come away sticky with semen. You look down at yourself to see it all over your tanned skin, on your tummy, your breasts, and your neck. It really shot like crazy. “Shit.” You grab a tissue. Kris is just living rent-free in your head now.

It’s still early, you just had dinner. You can’t go to sleep, even though you want to after getting off that hard. You throw the tissues in the trash and put on a T-shirt, opening the curtains. There’s no sign of Mary, but that’s OK… you don’t need stimulation now.

You open your window and lean on the sill, enjoying the fresh air. A guy is watering his lawn across the street and you feel a flash of panic. You’re bottomless at the moment, but all he can see is your upper half. You’re OK. That’s a naughty, but fun feeling.

Mary’s window suddenly opens and she appears. She’s still wearing her cheerleader kit, so she must have just gotten home from practice. She looks startled. Your windows face each other perfectly; you’re ten feet apart.

“Hi,” she says.

“Hi,” you reply.

“Um,” she says, and you laugh at her obvious embarrassment. You have already bumped into her at school, but she’s obviously forgotten your name.

“It’s Carla,” you tell her. “I just moved back here.”

She looks relieved and smiles at you sheepishly. “I’m Mary.”

“I know,” you say.

“Are you OK?”

You shrug. “I’m bored. I want to go to a party, but I don’t think I can get in.”

“What party?”

“CCL,” you say.

“Oh,” Mary blushes. You basically just told her that you like girls.

“Don’t worry,” you say. “Boys are fun too.”

Now she laughs. “Well, I think they drink a lot at CCL parties,” she says.

“What parties do they not drink at?” you ask.

“Good point. Uh… did you get invited to Carrie’s?”

“Guess not.”

“Well,” Mary says, shrugging. “She doesn’t care. If you want to go to a party, just go over there.”

That’s a great idea. Just one problem: you don’t know anyone. You’re bold enough to crash a party, but to do it alone? It looks like you have plans tonight after all. You just need a friend to go with. You studied hard today with Kris. You earned some fun.

Should you call Stef?

Or just ask Mary?