Of course not

Julian's command to strip for him remain heavy in the air for long moments as she tries to come to terms with her feelings. She could barely stand him before but some new part of her can't help but be intrigued by his direct manner, the simple smug authority of his words knowing that the squirming little thing before him is going to follow through. She hated how good it felt to decide to follow through with his command.. after all she had decided to experiment a little bit, she wasn't going to let Julian being a little condescending ruin her fun, right? She clings to this reasoning as her slender trembling fingers reach down to the buttons of her blouse and begin to nervously begin the process of bearing her new perfect body to him.

She glances up from her work at undoing her blouse briefly to see Julian's hungry gaze upon her still concealed chest, her pale cheeks lighting up with a bright blush as her eyes dip back down shyly. She can barely manage to look at him, a powerful mix of confusing feelings washing through her. Embarrassment as she hangs on the precipice of revealing her new, breathtakingly beautiful body to another for the first time. Annoyance at that smug smile and self assured nature that seems to take her obedience for granted, as if it was his due rather then the gift she was bestowing upon him. Excitement for the possibility of a new facet of her body and life to explore. Self consciousness, as perfect as her body might be some small part of her still gnawed with the uncertainty that he might not like what he sees.

But all of those feelings are buried beneath the tidal wave of desire that pulses through every inch of her, a radiating heat that spreads from the wet warm center of her need. The way he looks at down at her with that smug self satisfied expression, knowing that she will follow through with his command even though they had barely spoken a few sentences to each other. The lingering feeling of those hands and the rough attention they had paid to her overly sensitive breasts, ultimately her body and new desires leave her little choice but to follow through.

She finally manages to undo the last of the buttons that protect her from prying eyes, nervously peeling the white blouse away to reveal the generous mounds of breast flesh that fill her slender chest to overflowing. His eyes take her in hungrily, but as she freezes beneath his gaze his eyebrow raises slightly in questioning. "Bra." Not a question, except perhaps to ask why she had hesitated. Still nervous fingers unclasp her quickly enough, bearing herself completely before her asshole of a roommate. Newly grown, they have not had a chance to develop even the slightest hint of sag, standing pert and proud despite the generous endowment that has been bestowed upon her.. and now him. Samantha glances up shyly, a perverse thrill rolling through her at the sight of his eyes locked on her perfect breasts. Pride, that he should want her. Relief. Excitement. Dread about what is to come.