Quiet and tender

You don’t say anything and you keep your touch light and careful, leaning close to be extra sure. Her skin is smooth and warm. She twitches, and you worry that you’ve hurt her.

“Is that spot painful?” you ask, gently probing her ribs.

“No. Your breath tickles.”

That’s a good sign. If something was cracked, she’d be in tears. It looks like she’ll have a bruise, but that’s all.

“And there’s nothing else?” you ask her.

She shakes her head mutely.

“OK.” You shrug. You’ve never seen her topless before, and that is a seriously tempting sight. You weren’t turned on at all before you came in here, but now all you can think about is having one of those firm, fat nipples in your mouth. For a girl with no confidence, Jenny has a lot of sex appeal. It surprises you that you don’t see her getting a little more action, at least around the house.

Speaking of the house, it’s time to get back. All the idiots taking off for the weekend will be forgetting all kinds of things, and you’re the only one who will remember them and make sure that the exodus isn’t some kind of stampede. Then you’ll need to get the house ready for the holiday. It’ll be unattended after this weekend, but several CGH girls are locals. They will still be here, and now you know that Alene is even angrier at Kris than you thought. They may try a prank or something.

You will need to set some traps and things to make sure that they don’t succeed.

“Um, Jenny?” Kris says.

“Huh? Oh.” You blush and stand up. You were hunched over right in front of her, just staring at her boobs, cradled in her arms. “I’m sorry. They’re just really nice,” you say.

“Oh my gosh,” she says, blushing harder.

“Here.” You offer her bra, and then turn away while she gets dressed. “I think you should put some ice on it when we get back.”

“OK. I told you it’s not that bad.”

“OK,” you reply. “I believe you.”

Kris is put together again. You grab your purse. “Got any plans this weekend?” you ask as you open the door and she follows you out into the hallway.

Before she can answer, you grab her and pull her back into the infirmary. She saw it too! You both lean around the door to peek.

That’s Sissy at the end of the hall. She’s a CCL girl, a blonde cutie that’s popular with everyone, but a bit of a shrinking violet. With her is Professor Austen, a stern woman who teaches math.

You went for cover because you didn’t want to be seen coming out of the locked infirmary, not because you need to hide from these two… but something about what you see worries you. You put your hand over Kris’ mouth and watch. You can’t hear what they’re saying, but Professor Austen grabs Sissy’s hand and pulls her away.

Sissy doesn’t scream or pull free or anything, but she looks very uncomfortable. She doesn’t like this!

“What the hell?” you mutter.

“I don’t get it,” Kris says.

You don’t either. “Come on,” you say. “We’re following them.”

You hustle out, and Kris follows. You reach the corner in time to see and hear Professor Austin’s office door close. She just took Sissy in there.

“Shh,” you say to Kris, holding a finger to your lips.

Together, you tiptoe down the hallway. The office has no windows or anything, but it does have a keyhole. Only one person can look through the keyhole at a time.

Peep through the keyhole?

Or let Kris look?