Joan Goes Topless

I bit my tongue. No amount of "Don't give him what he want"-s could convince Joan of anything now; her eyes said it all from behind her glasses. There wasn't a soul in the room who didn't know it when they saw it. She was neck deep in a terrible decision, and she didn't care. All that Sunday school learning would be going out the window because she didn't know how to think straight with the guy she likes' dick in the palm of her hand. He had asked her to do something, and she would listen.

"Okay," she murmured, and let go of his dick. The sharp intake of Paul's breath suggested he might be regretting it already. Anything that took the heat off him for a second was a mistake. But then Joan, my pretty Joanie, sat back in the desk chair and lowered her hands to the hem of her sweater.

"She's really gonna do it," Jack guffawed.

Joan pressed past his comment. She lifted up her sweater, pulling it over her head. Her bra wasn't what I expected: bright red, with burgundy ornamentation on the lace. Her skin went from pale to matching her underwear in no time at all. But it was her chest itself that stole the show; even when she was only in the company of other girls, Joan still refused to get changed if the lights were on. Until now, that is. I'd never seen her body with any clarity, because her entire wardrobe had been selected with care to downplay it.

"Oh my God," Lea gasped. "You've been hiding those this whole time?"

Molly chewed her lip, trying not to tell Lea off. Every eye in the room was on Joan, and for the moment, they were all in love. It wasn't the kind of love Joan had had in mind, but it was love. She couldn't spoil the moment. My heart went out to her.

Joan glanced around. She saw us all looking. I wish I knew what was going through her mind, just then. She didn't smile, just blushed again, lowered her head.

"So, I guess we should finish...?" she said, her fingers tangling together in her lap. Nobody spoke. Paul was still standing over her, looking like some horrible ogre. He could've had exactly this moment but without the audience if he had only had a spine. My opinion of him sank even lower.

"Yeah," he breathed. "Make me cum."

Was that the rule? Did rules even apply anymore? I pressed my palms against my knees and ignored the sound of the rain outside. It was going to be a very long weekend.