Claire and Paul

"No, I won't show you my ... It's not right. We aren't married yet!"

John knew that voice all too well. It belonged to Claire, who was in the same grade as he, and she was rejecting her boyfriend Paul again. The whole school knew he was trying to get into her panties, but Claire always stopped him in the first steps. John wondered if they had even kissed. At first this was a funny show, except for Paul, but fun ended weeks ago and was replaced by boredom.

John rounded the corner. He had been right, Claire was stopping a frustrated Paul yet again. "Oh my Xotzil!" John said as he passed her. "Claire, for goodness sake, show him your tits so he'll be content!"

John nearly passed Paul also when he heard a rustling from behind and saw Paul's mouth drop open. He turned back to Claire - and she had lifted her shirt! This very moment she was opening her bra, which had a front clasp, and now her tits were dangling free!

Claire had very nice C-cups, her aureolas the size of silver dollars, and her small nipples were hardening. John turned to Paul in amazement, but Paul seemed to be oddly content. He just smiled, turned and went away.

That was even more astonishing then Claire's strip. John was certain they had been the first boys on earth to have seen her goodies, and Paul just went away wordlessly?

"What did I do? What did I do?" Claire mumbled, closing her bra and lowering her shirt. She was deeply blushing. John turned to her and smiled sheepishly.

"Calm down, Claire." He was at a loss what to say more, but Claire was calm in an instant. As if a button had been pressed! That was even more odd than Paul's behaviour!

"You have nice tits..." he said just to break the silence.

"Yes, I like to touch them very much whenever I have the opportunity." Claire answered.

What? John dropped open in astonishment. Claire got a hunted view in her eyes, but otherwise stayed perfectly calm. Had she confessed of touching herself? Miss don't-do-anything-before-marriage?

"Do you masturbate?" John shot that question without thinking. He regretted it at once, for he was certain that now Claire would flee screaming or hit him. But she stayed calm again.

"At least twice a week. It's so great!"

Claire froze immediatly after that confession. She looked as if an heart attack was imminent, but otherwise stayed calm again.

A strange idea occured to John. The book! The word! Did it really work?

Gulping, John decided to try it...