Stella

"Stella!" You yell running through the hallway, until you find the naked gal. You chuckle when you come up to her. "You ever see Streetcar Named Desire?"

She squints at you. "Please look at my tits, No?"

"Really? It's by Tennessee Williams it's about a southern belle named blanche who... never mind. Listen I'm heading to the mall tomorrow, and I was hoping you'd come with. Like on a date."

"Please look at my tits, I just broke up with my boyfriend."

"Exactly." her stab your thumbs into your chest. "Rebound guy."

She sighs and puts her hand on her hips. Giving you a look that says you should know better. But if you knew better she wouldn't be flashing you her tits right now would she? "Please look at my tits Michael. I won't deny that we had a really special, and intense moment yesterday. But you're still the guy forcing me to walk around school naked begging people to gawk at me. I can't just get over that."

You turn on your calming aura and she noticeably whimpers as a calm takes her over. You press her gently against the lockers. You keep your hand on her chest and you can feel it begin to heave. "But you like all the things I make you do."

She gasps, and must feel you invading her mind in some way. "Please look at my tits, no I don't. You make me do such embarrassing, shameful things."

"That's the crazy thing." You slowly take the hand that's pressing her against the locker and run it down her massive breast. "Some people like getting humiliated."

She's as flushed and blushed as can be. When you graze your hand over the curve of her breast and touch her nipple, she presses into your hand. "Please look at my tits, not me."

"But the nipple." You pinch her teat. "She says otherwise." She gasps and whimpers at you as you twist her nipple between your fingers. She must be wondering why she's so calm, why your groping isn't causing her to panic, what's wrong with her. "See I saw something in you, that even you didn't see. I saw a lewd randy slut who loves making people gasp and gawk at her outrageous sexual stunts. A slut so hopeless she actually gets off on the shame and humiliation that would deter proper women from engaging in such perverted acts. That's who you are Stella."

"No. Look at my tits, no. Please look at my tits. Please please please look at my tits no. No no no." She feels your hand fall from her breast and move down her stomach towards her ever-open legs ready for inspection.

"So go out with me Stella, to the mall." You pass over her belly button. "You can wear clothes, go shopping." Your run your fingers through her tight triangle of pubic hair. "And if you're lucky maybe I'll make you do something really..." Your fingers touch her pussy. "... really embarrassing in the middle of the food court."

"Please look at my tits, no." She says it sternly enough for a whimper. "I'm not ready."

"Okay." You pop your finger out of her pussy, knuckle deep in wet quim. You slide the soaked digit into her mouth without resistance. "But I'll be here when you are ready." You watch her dutifully suck on your finger until it's clean of her taste, and then for a little bit longer. Her eyes are hooded and her cheeks are practically on fire with shame. When you're good and ready you slide your finger back out, and she keeps her mouth open just incase you want to go back in. A small string of spit connects her lips to her finger, so you rub if off on her cheeks, and then give her a kiss on the forehead.