After Hours

Amy Blackson approached Marcus Calhoun’s desk with a sweet smile on her face as the last bell rang.

“Glad to see you haven’t changed your mind, Ms. Blackson.” Calhoun greeted the lovely young woman, and his eyes raked her voluptuous form hungrily. She was in black leggings and a gray shirt, but her sensationally large globes strained the shirt and turned it into more a cropped top, so a strip of her pale skin was visible.

“Of course not. I can’t wait to start tutoring people and helping them.” Amy enthused, and Calhoun was surprised at the genuine care this girl showed for people. But then again, no he wasn’t. Amy, shockingly, wasn’t particularly highly ranked among her male classmates’ tier lists of girls. Calhoun had seen some of those lists, and that Skylar Wayne girl topped a lot of them. Calhoun thought that she was a little too skinny and athletic for him.

No, Calhoun preferred his girls soft and curvy with heavy tits that outclassed what Skylar Wayne had to offer.

Amy? Amy checked all of those boxes for him. Calhoun had no idea how the student male populace could be so blind as to mistake popularity for sexiness. They had a deity among them and they chose to worship a peasant.

Calhoun grinned at Amy.

“You have dreams of becoming a teacher one day?” Calhoun questioned, “You certainly think like one.”

“Oh!” Amy exclaimed in surprise, “I hadn’t really thought about it.”

“You should. High Spires University has an amazing education program, and their student teacher program works with our high school the closest. I could even request you to be my TA, teach you the ropes a bit.” Calhoun suggested.

Amy’s pale cleavage violently beckoned to Calhoun’s eyes, and he couldn’t resist ogling her fat tits. They were truly works of art.

All Calhoun wanted was to rip apart Amy’s clothes, pull his pants down, bend her over his desk, and fuck her so hard she couldn’t walk back to her car.

She’d fall to the ground with shaky legs, covered in sweat from exertion, her whole body trembling in the aftershocks of a powerful orgasm, and from her deflowered pussy would be leaking Calhoun’s cum. Maybe he’d even touch his cock to her lips and have her clean him.

Fantasy Amy would do it, too, eagerly looking him in the eyes as her soft hand would wrap around the base and her tongue would drag so tantalizingly slowly up the underside of his cock-

“Mr. Calhoun? Sir?” Real Amy asked curiously, and Calhoun startled.

“Sorry about that, Ms. Blackson.” Calhoun shook his head. Amy smiled kindly.

“You can just call me Amy, sir.” Amy said in an almost reassuring way. Calhoun found that funny in some twisted way he couldn’t quite put to words.

“Alright then. Amy…” Calhoun emphasized her name, and could have sworn the flawless ginger shivered slightly, “I have this contract for you to sign. Just a simple little thing I have to turn in to the school in order for them to take you on as a tutor.”

“Oh, ok. Sure, I’ll sign it. Um… do you have a pen, Mr. Calhoun?” Amy asked, and Calhoun nodded. He handed Amy his favorite pen, a thick, old-fashioned one that had a ton of elegance to it… it had been a gift from one of his most precious students a few years prior.

Amy took the pen, and she examined the contact carefully, slowly reading along it. It was just a page, not some massive document. May as well peruse it.

Calhoun moved to stand beside her as the redhead leaned over the desk a bit, getting comfier in her stance.

Calhoun stood wordlessly beside Amy as he watched her read, then she looked a little worried, so he touched her back, rather high up, just below from being between her shoulder blades.

“Something wrong, Amy?” Calhoun inquired.

“I’m just not sure I’ll be a good enough tutor.” Amy confessed. Calhoun made a sound of astonishment.

“I fully expect you’ll be great at it. You have the right kind of aura for the job. The students will love you.” Calhoun explained, “And I’ll make sure I teach you every last aspect to it. I’ll make a natural out of you.”

Amy smiled a little shyly at him, and Calhoun enjoyed the blush on her pale, freckled cheeks.

“I… the praise is too much.” Amy tried to wave him off in embarrassment. Calhoun’s hand began rubbing Amy’s back while slowly venturing south, ridiculously slowly, in fact.

“You deserve it. I don’t ask just anyone to become mine. My tutor, that is. It takes a special kind of girl, er, person, to be a tutor, and you have all the right qualities in spades. You will be excellent.” Calhoun said, murmuring the last four words in her ear, making her blush darken and spread.

“You’re good at pep talks.” Amy giggled shyly.

“I’m just saying the truth.” Calhoun chuckled.

Amy smiled, and returned to the contract while Calhoun’s hand came down to rest on her lower back, but Amy seemed unbothered. Perfect.

Finally, Amy took up the pen and signed her name on the dotted line. Calhoun wasted no time in slinking an arm around her slim waist and planting a kiss on her incredibly soft cheek, a kiss that turned her bright red.

“Mr. Calhoun!” Amy exclaimed with a laugh.

“What is it?” Calhoun laughed, too, his arm still casually around her waist, resting it on her wide hips.

“Stop teasing me.” Amy said with a blushing smile. Right. Teasing. That’s what it was.

“You’re right, of course. It’s time I start instructing you on tutoring and stop joking around.” Calhoun played into Amy’s belief immediately, “Today’s lesson? The value of attention.”

———

Jace walked through the Amethyst Shore Mall with Dana, David, and Brooklyn. All four teens held milkshakes in their hands, and Jace’s other hand was occupied by his phone, where he was texting Amy.

“Thanks for my milkshake, Jace.” Dana said sweetly as she finished it, and Jace almost dropped his phone as his twin sister slipped up against him to wrap one arm around his neck and hug him.

Jace’s mind hyper-focused on Dana’s tits squashing against his chest, and he blamed Daisy for that. Fucking her had made him hyper aware of how ridiculously sexy Dana, Isabelle, and Danielle were, and he hated it, yet loved it, too.

Jace returned his sister’s smile as she drew back from the hug. Dana fell back into step with Brooklyn at the front of the quartet, while David fell back a step to walk alongside Jace.

“Do you know what we’re doing here? My bratty little sister didn’t say why we’re at the mall.” Jace wondered loudly, and Dana shot a glare over her shoulder, one which made Jace chuckle.

“We’re here getting bikinis.” Dana reported, and she turned around to face Jace, digging a finger into his chest, “And don’t call me bratty again. No matter how much I love you, I will kill you if you call me bratty again.”

Jace grinned wickedly.

“I find it very hard to be threatened by a girl who’s barely 5 feet tall.” Jace remarked. Dana gasped in outrage, and Jace moved swiftly, catching her around the waist and lifting her up. He spun his tiny twin around until she was laughing and not glaring, and then set her down, a little dizzy.

She must have been slightly dizzy too, for she rocked up against his chest, a delighted smile on her face.

“Oh, you two are such a cute couple!” enthused a kindly old woman walking past. Jace and Dana looked at each other in surprise, then burst out laughing as the elderly woman moved far enough away.

“Like I’d ever date you.” Dana laughed, shoving Jace in the chest, but he barely moved backwards.

“I don’t date girls a whole foot shorter than me.” Jace grinned.

Dana looked downright adorable with her nose all screwed up like that and her eyebrows drawn. Jace leaned down and pecked her cheek.

“C’mon, I wanna get home some time today, so you can fight me once we’re in the house.” Jace said, and Dana accepted the truce.

“So, why do you girls need bikinis?” Jace asked as the quartet kept walking, “Didn’t you just buy them like, last month?”

“Well, firstly, you can have more than one bathing suit at a time, and secondly, well, we’ve both developed a bit more in this last month.” Dana cleared her throat a little awkwardly.

Jace found it hard not to ogle Dana and Brooklyn’s racks all of a sudden.

“And you needed us here for this… why?” David asked the question Jace was thinking.

“Because we need a male opinion, obviously.” Dana rolled her eyes.

“You expect me to tell you whether or not you look sexy in your bikini?” Jace raised a brow at his sister. Dana’s face heated as she swatted his arm.

“No, dummy. You’re here as Brooklyn’s male opinion, and David’s here as mine.” Dana explained.

Jace looked to the shy and sweet brunette, and gave her an earnest smile.

“You agree to my sister’s dumb plan?” Jace inquired as they kept walking.

“I guess so.” Brooklyn shrugged.

“Well, I’ll be sure to tell you that you look stunning in your first bikini so that you don’t have to be uncomfortable for too long.” Jace winked. Brooklyn took a beat longer than usual to smile at him, which was strange but Jace forgot about it as they reached the swimsuit store.

“Alright, Brook, you’re with me. Jace, Dave, sit over there.” Dana pointed, and then she dragged her brunette friend off to find a good bikini to put on.

Jace sighed and obeyed Dana, lounging back in his seat and pulling out his phone. David looked over rather quickly to see Jace’s lock screen. It was a picture of Jace and Amy on the beach together, and Amy was in a green bikini top with white polka dots on it, and while it wasn’t a very skimpy top, it pressed her tits together to make some eye-catching cleavage.

A huge number of people thought Amy was his girlfriend after seeing that photo, and each time Jace was hit with the irrational urge to go ‘I wish’. His feelings for Amy were a mess, and he just couldn’t afford to mess up their friendship, so he had strictly, without a doubt, 100% friendzoned her. Why was a photo of her cleavage on his lock screen? That’s just normal best friend stuff.

Jace’s phone buzzed with a text from the ginger herself, and he opened it to see she was asking about coming over tonight.

Jace replied with an affirmative, but told her to bring a bikini. Whenever Dana bought a new bikini, she somehow talked the whole compound (their family and the three others families with whom they shared a backyard) into spending an hour or two in the pool.

“I’ll be there!” Amy’s text read, “Might even beat you to your house.”

“Probably will. You know what Dana’s like when she’s shopping.” Jace texted back. Amy replied with ‘lol’ and the conversation rather naturally tapered off.

Jace glanced sideways at David.

“Better keep your pervy mitts off my baby sister.” Jace said casually. David spluttered, and Jace shook his head. Pervs like David always thought they were being subtle. Like Jace wouldn’t notice David staring directly at the photo of Amy’s cleavage on HIS phone.

Things fell into a nervous silence. Well, David was silent and nervous. Jace was silent and amused. Minutes passed, and Jace started tapping his foot idly to ‘We Will Rock You”, when finally! The girls emerged.

Jace’s eyes went first to Dana. She was in a pink bikini which clung like a second skin to her large tits, and surprisingly the top didn’t push her tits together like her tops usually did, so her bare chest was visible in the valley between her breasts. Her bottoms were so pale pink Jace could hardly tell she was wearing any, but she looked fucking fantastic in that bikini, Jace had to admit.

Then his gaze slid to Brooklyn, and surprise and arousal both burst up inside him. The brown haired girl was in a rosy red bikini, and her very large tits, which had surpassed Dana’s by a full cup size or so at this point, Jace estimated, were gently pressing together to create some mouthwatering cleavage.

Her bottoms had a stripe of black on them while the rest was rosy red like the top, and Jace was amazed at how wide Brooklyn’s hips were and how voluptuous she was. Her body was phenomenal, toned in all the right places from being a cheerleader for years, and her every curve seemed fuller and sexier in this bikini, which was high praise compared to how she normally looked, which is to say, really good.

But in just this bikini? Where her tanned skin and every thick curve was on nearly full display? Damn. She was a vision in red.

“I know I said I was just going to do this your first time anyway, so maybe you won’t believe me, but… damn, Brooklyn. You look fantastic in that.” Jace said genuinely. Dana elbowed Brooklyn.

“Look at him, his throat all dry. You’re hitting it out of the park for him right now.” Dana laughed.

“Can’t say you’re doing the same to David.” Jace retaliated without hardly taking his eyes off Brooklyn.

“Damn, you’re right. Wait here! I have a purple one that I love!” Dana said hastily, and she bolted.

Brooklyn came up to Jace a little nervously, and Jace looked up at her with a slightly quicker pounding heart. His body was reacting to such a sexy girl drawing near him.

“Were you being serious or were you just messing with Dana?” Brooklyn fretted a little. Jace took her by the hand and looked her dead into her brown eyes.

“You look fucking amazing in that. Don’t even bother putting any others on if you’re only buying one.” Jace said, speaking entirely seriously. Brooklyn’s cheeks turned rosy enough to match her bikini, and she hurried off rather quickly.

Just a few moments later, Brooklyn came back out fully dressed, and Jace scooted a little to make room for Brooklyn to sit down next to him on the bench. Her thick thigh pressed against his thigh, and Jace peeked into the shopping bag she placed in her lap. Sitting in it was the rosy red bikini.

“It got such high praise, I’d be silly not to wear it.” Brooklyn blushed.

“I’m glad you picked that one. You really do look gorgeous in it.” Jace restated, and she didn’t blush any less than last time.

Dana came out a few minutes later in a green bikini, which was weird considering she said she was going to put on a purple one, but this dark green garment was perfect for Dana, and David’s body language confirmed that for her.

Jace and Brooklyn rose to their feet together as a re-dressed Dana came out of the changing room, and went off to pay for her new bikini.

Jace and Brooklyn wandered over together to the sunglasses display, and Jace plucked a pair of aviators with golden palm trees in the corners off the shelf and put them on, turning towards Brooklyn.

“What do you think?” he asked, raising his arms with a grin.

Brooklyn burst out in giggles.

“You look ridiculous.” Brooklyn laughed, and she drew nearer him, touching the side of the glasses while amusedly shaking her head.

“I’ll take them.” Jace grinned at the cashier, a young woman in her mid twenties who winked.

“Anything that can make your girl laugh is good enough, right?” she asked knowingly. Jace glanced at Brooklyn, who looked remarkably like a deer in the headlights. Jace slid his arm around her back easily and shrugged.

“What can I say? She’s got a pretty laugh.” Jace remarked, and the cashier girl laughed.

“That she does.” the girl winked at Brooklyn, who blushed but smiled back. Jace picked up the sunglasses and tore off the tag as they walked out of the shop together. Jace glanced at the shades in his hand then looked at Brooklyn. She let out a small squeak of surprise as he flipped them vertically and set them on the top of her head. She looked at him in surprise, but Jace just smiled.

“They look good on you.” Jace commented, and Brooklyn’s confused eyes softened with happiness.

“You don’t want these? I mean, you just bought them.” Brooklyn reminded him with a strange ****.

“I’m not hurting for money, Brook.” Jace replied with a laugh. When Dana and David emerged from the store, they found Jace and Brooklyn laughing together.