Candid talk with Sophie

This chapter originally written by BiBiComte, minor edits by Samus1001

Well... it was now or never. Caleb looked to his new "friend."

There was no leaving this to idle gestation. He had to see just what this abnormal artifact could do.

"What's your full name?" he started, something personal but harmless.

Sophie smiled. "Sophia Marie Bodeau."

"How old are you?" he continued.

"21."

"Do you go to school?"

She nodded. "Yes."

"How about work?"

"I work at a restaurant," she answered. "Why, do you want a discount?"

Caleb missed her light-hearted jib, preparing himself like the man he was -- the protagonist of every sci-fi novel he'd read, then slept through... for the will to put away the principles of a normal world, and go carpe diem; take it up to the next notch, and drudge up his intrinsic scientist.

"Ahem." Carefully, he looked back at Sophie, and asked, "What's the color of your underwear right now?"

For a blink Sophie's raised brow nearly caused Caleb to conjure some slip-shod defense. But then his eyes dropped downward to the same patient smile he'd seen on her, even before he'd adjusted the watch to bring the hand to 6 o'clock.

"I love it when you get to the point, you know that?" she laughed. Then she looked back to him and leaned forward, saying with a pitch of discretion, "Black and pink. Favorite combo, personally."

Caleb grew hard in spite of himself and he felt the train howl. The young woman in front of him returned to her normal posture, and emitted a look of admiration as she placed a knuckle against her lips. "You have such a cute look on your face," she laughed, then joked, "Don't tell me you're some kind of pervert."

Help him Zeus, there was no turning back.

He was going forward now and nowhere else.

"Yes, in fact," he took one step toward Sophie. "I'm a pretty big perv. To be honest, I was watching your ass the whole time you were behind me earlier. I was thinking of how great it would be to rip those clothes off of you and see how you looked underneath those pretty clothes... to touch and feel you. I also wondered how you sounded like when you had an orgasm, and imagined you doing pretty poses for me, which I think would be enough to get me off, since you have such an attractive face. I'm already getting really hard looking at you, at you being nearby and not even pushing me off, it's turning me on. And not just you," he tangentially gestured to the rest of the store, like it was the world, "but every hot girl I see. I can't help it, Sophie. That's just who I am." He watched her gaze as he finally settled back in. "What do you think about that?"

Following his question was a somewhat pressing silence, and he could see that it wasn't the most digestible thing to disclose. Meanwhile, in front of him he tried to suppress his worries as Sophie's eyes shifted away in a mild look of surprise. For the first time, it appeared she was at a loss for words, her eyes reeling as if from a news headline out of the blue.

She squeezed her finger absentmindedly underneath her, twiddling in place.

Pervert? Him?

She grew up a strong-willed woman who enjoyed her femininity. Creeps and freaks, and guys who couldn't show proper restraint, were always treated with well-deserved scorn. Her mother definitely wouldn't stand for them, and neither would she, or her mother's mother. It more or less ran in the family.

So, for Caleb, of everyone, to fit that bill... a great, upstanding guy like him.... and attractive, clean, and pure to boot... it was a little strange.

But no. Sophie blinked, a wrinkle or two smoothing over. That couldn't be right.

It wasn't Caleb that was wrong. He was as good as guys went. And the way he helped her find her cousin's clothes, even though they barely just met, was so helpful. The way he chatted with her, and paid attention to her butt, and never raised his voice at her when she goofed off with him. And... stuff.

So considerate, yet funny and charming...

No, it wasn't him. If it was anybody that was wrong, it wouldn't be him, it would be...

...her.

Caleb gulped as Sophie turned her attention back to him, her eyes returning from their cloudy contemplation. Her brain re-working some kinks, as she clapped her hands together and drew her head forward a little.

"Oh, what a coincidence!" she chimed, smiling shakily, "B-because I'm perverted, too!"

"Y-you are?" The teen's brows nearly knocked his forehead off his face, Sophie nodding energetically before him as she looked around.

"Yes, yes, just, um..." Her eyes widened, and she patted Caleb's shoulder, pointing behind him. "See, look! Doesn't that woman have a big, beautiful, um, butt? Wouldn't it be awesome to see her naked and doing some, some dirty things with it? Like, um... sitting on your face with it and rubbing it across your nose? The thought just gets me s-so wet, you know."

Caleb turned, and sure enough, the woman of their attention was no medium packer. She was a motherly looking black-skinned woman, currently browsing through the underwear section, and Caleb found his eyes taking in her derriere with pleasure.

What he'd give to slide something of his into there...

"Or, um, over there!"

He shook his head, and turned back to see Sophie tapping her bottom lip, still faintly pressed up against him as she drew her pointing finger back in reconsideration. She had on a somewhat strained look on her features. Caleb couldn't deny how much of an erotic chill this sent across his spine. Either she really was some repressed perv in the body of a remarkably pretty young woman. Or she just re-aligned her personal stance to stay in his good graces, simply because he revealed to her his own inner, perverted tendencies.

Clearly she had no real perverse drive as he did -- he would be able to tell with one look if he was face to face with a fellow sister or brother of depravity.

Under Sophie's nose, he held up his wrist, eyeing the watch. It was like middle school all over again in the most upturned kind of way, and with a nice ass in his midst. He watched Sophie, this free-thinking girl, or at least formerly, try to prove herself to him, some dirty kid, and wondered with an aroused swallow if he should just let her continue on like this. He was definitely enjoying it; perhaps a bit too much...