6 Times a Day



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She was too excited to wait any longer before putting her flirting plan into motion. She coughed loudly, several times, hoping that would bring Alan awake.

Sure enough, he started to stir.

Christine quickly picked her book back up and pretended to be reading it. But then a thought hit her. Uh-oh! Don't blush! I can't blush! That'll give away that something is different. I want him to get all horny without really understanding why. And I show embarrassment so readily, especially with my fair skin. Through sheer force of will, she managed to concentrate on her book and actually read a little bit. She avoided blushing, even when she could sense Alan's eyes on her.

Sensing the time was right, she looked up and pretended to be surprised to see that Alan had his eyes open. She cast a quick, furtive glance at his shorts but was disappointed to see that his cockhead was no longer visible, because he'd sat up and repositioned his legs in the process. Damn! But that's okay. I don't want to get distracted. No more fooling around here. I have to take flirting seriously. It's a skill to learn, just like everything else.

She gave him a warm smile. "Hey. Have a nice nap?"

"Yeah. A really nice one. Don't tell me I slept the whole period away though?"

"Oh no. You were only out of it for about ten minutes. We still have plenty of time. Half an hour at least."

"Cool. So what do you wanna do?"

"Just hang out and chat."

He smiled. "Sounds good. What are you reading there?"

She was frustrated that, for once, he was looking at her face and not her chest. Although she was embarrassed to be braless, she was also eager to kick her flirtation campaign into a new phase. So she said, "Homework. Who wants to talk about homework on a beautiful day like this? Besides, I think there's something wrong with you."

"What's that?"

"I've been talking with you off and on all day, like usual, and you haven't commented even once on my choice of T-shirts." She sat up ramrod straight, even thrusting her tits out some.

Alan's eyes practically bugged out once he got a good look. Sure, he loved her Wonder Woman T-shirt, since not only was it the only T-shirt she wore to school, but it was unusually thin and tight. But she was right that she'd worn it so many times that he'd been taking it largely for granted. Now, however, he noticed something different. He wasn't sure what it was, but it was very sexy. His jaw very nearly did drop wide open in the cartoonish manner she'd envisioned earlier.

"Wow! Christine... The shirt! The shirt of greatness!" He'd been bleary from napping, but he suddenly came fully awake as he punched a fist high into the air. "Yes! Great Hera!"

She chuckled at that, since "Great Hera" was one of Wonder Woman's catch phrases. She loved his unbridled enthusiasm. She asked slyly, "Notice something different? I've been waiting all day for you to notice. I figured if anyone would notice, it would be a boob fiend like you."

He stared closer at her boobs. To his great delight, she shifted slightly to the left and then slightly back to the right, causing her heavy tits to wobble freely inside her shirt some more. He exclaimed, "Wow! I don't know what it is, but whatever it is, I love it!"

She beamed. "It's my new bra. It's custom made and seamless. Very expensive. But so much more comfortable. It doesn't squeeze me half to death like those other ones."

He took a closer look. "Yeah. Now that you mention it, I don't see any evidence of bra straps, like, at all! That's amazing!" He sat back. "Wow. You know what you have? You have the real wonder bra. I'm not talking about the Wonderbra brand name; I'm talking about a bra that's a true wonder. Which is just too damn appropriate for your Wonder Woman T-shirt!" He laughed. "How funny is that?"

She laughed too. She made sure to put her whole upper body into it, causing a prolonged series of tit-quakes.

Alan saw that and his eyes practically bugged out of his head. Oh SHIT! Her bra is AWESOME! Somehow it keeps her fantastic tits up firm and high, yet they bounce freely like she's not wearing a bra at all!

Christine would have been amused at that thought, since of course she actually wasn't wearing a bra at all.

He continued to think, But damn! I kind of hate it too. It's TOO good! I think I had an erection before, but now it's like a super erection! My dick is so fucking needy all of a sudden! And I've gotten spoiled. I'm starting to expect some kind of penis tending or something, but there's no help in sight. Oh, man! Blue-balls city!

Christine wasn't too worried that he'd realize she was braless, because she was counting on the fact that he considered her so moral and honest that he wouldn't imagine she was lying. Plus, she figured the idea of her not wearing a bra at school was so inconceivable that he wouldn't even consider it to be an option (especially since he would have assumed she would have had to go braless the entire school day). Still, she was relieved to see from the look on his face that she hadn't misjudged the situation.

He said with obvious sincerity, "Christine, thank you for pointing that out. Now I can die a happy man. When I'm old and dying, I'll be able to look back on my life and say, 'I was there that day when Christine wore her Wonder Woman T-shirt AND her wonder bra on the same day!'"

Christine laughed some more, which of course set her boobs jiggling even more, like shaking plates of Jell-O. "You're too much."

Dang! Alan thought. Be still my beating heart! No, beating doesn't begin to cut it. If hearts can hyperventilate, that's what mine is doing right now. Does she realize I can totally see her nipples? And not just a little bit of bumpiness, like before; it's like she's topless! I feel so sorry for her old, worn-out T-shirt. Trying to contain those two bouncy milk jugs, I swear, is gonna rip it to shreds!

I'm almost afraid to make her laugh some more. If that doesn't ruin her shirt, it'll ruin my shorts. I wish Aims was here to describe the "incredi-super-wondertastically" stiff dick I have!

He didn't know how much was a joke and how much was serious when he held his hands out with clutching fingers right in front of Christine's chest. He'd previously joked like that with her, but since he actually had fondled her breasts on their last practice date, this time there was a much more sexual vibe in the air. He said, "It does sound like a pretty great bra, but I won't really know until I can apply the touch test."

Christine grinned knowingly, while leaning back a little to make sure his fingers didn't quite reach. "I see. And let me guess. Does this 'touch test' involve you fondling my breasts to your heart's content? Perhaps even slipping your hands under my T-shirt so you can feel them directly?"

He grinned back. "Well, that would be the most scientifically-accurate way. Of course I have no real interest in your breasts at all; it's just that I'm highly fascinated by this new bra."

She giggled a little. "Of course. And if you happen to fondle my boobs a bit while checking out the bra, that's just an unfortunate side effect."

He tried hard to frown without really succeeding. "Indeed. Very unfortunate. But sometimes these things can't be helped."

She smiled widely; she loved this kind of banter. "I suppose, since this is all in the name of science, it would be even better if you fondle me while I'm wearing the bra, and then again while I'm not wearing the bra, so you can tell the difference."

His eyes lit up. "Great idea! After all, we need a, a... control group! That's it! And after all, it is for science... the pursuit of truth!"

"Okay."

"Huh?"

Christine smiled mischievously. "I said okay. You can fondle my breasts. But limit it to no more than a few minutes, okay? After all, we're in a very public place."

"Are you serious?!" He simply couldn't believe it, even with his run of incredible sexual luck.

"Of course. After all, it is for science." She raised both hands behind her head and thrust her chest out, causing another tit-quake. But then she winked. "Gotcha!"

"Huh?!" He sat there with his fingers just inches away from their prize.

"Boy, you're extra brunette today, aren't you?" That was in reference to the dumb-brunette jokes she normally told him as rejoinders to his dumb-blonde jokes to her. "Did you take a slow pill? I said 'gotcha.' You didn't think I'd REALLY let you fondle my boobs right here in the middle of school, where anybody could see?"

He looked around. He was so horny that he was in a daze, so it took him some moments to reorient himself to where he was. He couldn't hide his disappointment. "Um, no. Of course not."

She was still smiling brightly, and knowingly, while maintaining her sexy chest-thrust-out pose. "Well, that's too bad, because I'm willing if you're willing."

"What?! Really?!"

She thrust her chest out even more, until it was only a couple of inches from the tips of his still-clenching fingers. "Why not? You touched them the other day. But you have to promise only a couple of minutes or we could get carried away. And you can take my bra off, for the scientific comparison of course, but don't take my T-shirt all the way off. Okay?"

Alan sat there stunned. He was so horny and eager that he thought his head would explode. But he still needed to make sure, because it sounded too improbably great to be believed. "Are you serious?!"

She suddenly leaned back and shot him an incredulous look. "NO! Of course not! What, do you think I'm crazy? You can't do that in public. Geez." Then she added with a sexy tease, "Well, not unless you really want to." She winked.

He put his head in his hands. "Brain... melting... erotic... overload! ... Hands... crying!"

She laughed. "Your hands are crying?"

He lifted his head back up and grinned impishly. "What can I say? They're really sad, 'cos they love big boobs just as much as the rest of me. You ARE fucking with my mind, aren't you? It's slowly dawning on me that there's no way you'd ever really let me do that."

She chuckled. "Alan, get real. Not only are we in a public place, but on our last practice date we vowed to stay strictly platonic. Remember? I was totally screwing with your mind, and it really is hilarious! You should see the look on your face!"

He rolled his eyes, and finally dropped his clenching hands. Dang! So close and yet so far, especially after being able to touch them last Thursday. Just look at them bounce and jiggle, even while she's sitting there and hardly moving! Dammit, why did I wait? I should have just started fondling them as soon as she made the offer! Then, even after she protested that she was only joking, I still would have had my hands on them. Who would have been laughing then? But no, as usual, I'm too damn polite. She knew that and took advantage of it to tease the hell out of me. That's the curse of being "a nice guy."

He considered his erection. And what about my suffering super-stiff boner? I wish it were possible to flex my PC muscle some and actually rip a hole in my shorts with my cock. Boy, would that surprise her! But that's how damn horny I am! Dang, I can't even look at her sexy chest anymore or I'm gonna cry!

He said, "Very funny. I guess torture is the new comedy. I'll remember this too, you know, in my dying days. On my death bed, I'll look back on the day of two wonders with joy, but then it will turn to the deepest sorrow when I remember how that very same day led to tragedy."

"Tragedy?" She was still all smiles, because she could tell from his face that he was kidding around in a melodramatic way.

"Yes, tragedy. Because that also was that day when, after some extremely cruel teasing, my hands were so sad at the missed fondling opportunity that they committed suicide. They simply fell off my wrists and crawled away." He held his hands up and stared at them. "In fact, it's bound to happen any moment now."

She chuckled some more. "Sounds serious. I'm waiting. I'd like to see this."

He shook his wrists a little bit, acting like he was expecting his hands to separate and fall off.

Then she gasped, although that too was also just part of their pal-ing around. "Oh, wait! I just had an idea. Perhaps I should let you fondle me after all. Maybe it's not too late to save your hands!" She scooted close and thrust her tits towards him again.

He raised his hands back up in eagerness, but then he lowered them again. "Damn. You almost had me going again. This is my new lot in life, isn't it? Now that you're coming into your own sexually, getting comfortable with your body, you're gonna tease me until my hands really DO fall off in frustration!"

Leaning back, she rubbed her hands together like a mad scientist making plans. "Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha! Yes, you're putty in my hands now. Bow down and pay homage to your new blonde leader, or face my booby wrath!"

He quipped, "I was all set to bow down, but actually, facing your 'booby wrath' sounds like a lot of fun."

She laughed heartily, setting her braless boobs bouncing around some more. That does sound like fun. In fact, everything is fun. I'm having a blast! I can't believe how friendly and comfortable we've gotten with each other lately. This is great!

They continued to talk and joke, although the discussion finally moved away from Christine's big breasts to more mundane topics.

As usual, Christine was so smart that she had no trouble talking about one thing and thinking about something else. She thought, Just look at his face. Not to mention his crotch! True, I can't see the tip of his dick poking out like before, but it's almost the same because his penis is straining against his shorts so very desperately that I can almost see the veiny bulges!

Now, THAT, girl, is what I call using your assets. Using your weapons! I totally have him eating out of the palm of my hand, because I'm learning how to seriously flirt. If I can keep this up, things'll just build and build. Then, at our next practice date, his lust will explode all over me!

Hmmm. Maybe not the best choice of words there. I'm not really keen to find out what male cum is like. But still, I know what's going to happen, because it's basic science. When pressure builds up and up and up, it HAS to find release, one way or another. I've had this body that everyone thinks is so great, but I never actually used it that way. But Alan's right that I am coming into my own and finally getting comfortable with my body. And that means that soon he and I will be kissing and hugging and having so much fun! I can't wait!

After a while, Christine said with a smile, "This is nice, just hanging out. No pressure, no rush. We don't even need to talk if we don't want to."

"Yeah." He grinned back. He was feeling extremely relaxed and content.

"What I want to know, though, is when are we going to do this again at the beach, or some place like that?"

He asked, "The beach?"

She gave him an annoyed look. "Yes, the beach. I believe you know what it is. A big long thing, covered in sand, that has waves crashing on it?"

"Oh, THAT beach!" He grinned impishly.

She rolled her eyes. "Seriously, what's happening here? It's been nearly two weeks since we went to the beach together. I had a really fun time. Didn't you?"

"Of course. It was great."

"I've been dropping some fairly heavy hints that I'd like to go with you again. I even promised I'd wear a bikini next time. But I get the feeling you're resistant to the idea, for some unknown reason."

He seriously considered confessing his resolve not to get intimate with her because her personality style was incompatible with his harem life, and he treasured her too much to simply "love her and leave her." But he feared that if he said that, it would only spur her curiosity about his other lovers, challenging her to even further measures to overcome his reluctance. He felt he could handle going on "practice dates" with her, but seeing her in a bikini seemed to be tempting fate too much, especially with the way they'd applied suntan lotion to each other the previous time.

So instead, he came up with an excuse on the fly. "Well, there is some truth to my being resistant. I'm worried about someone we know seeing us. No way could we even think of going to the White Sands Beach, where Heather rules her roost."

"Obviously," Christine said.

"But even a more distant beach carries a certain risk. If another student did see us together, you know the rumors would start to fly. It wouldn't be too bad for me. But given my reputation after what Amy said about sharing me with others, you'd be the target of all kinds of nasty stuff. Who would seriously believe that we're just friends and nothing more?"

Christine felt like growling and clenching her fists. That's because we shouldn't be 'just friends and nothing more!' Why don't you make a move already?! I know you want me, and I certainly want you, so what's the problem?! GRRRR! But she kept her outward cool and said, "That's a good point. But we could just drive a little further and pick a beach where the odds of seeing someone we know are next to zero."

"True. But if we're gonna drive an hour there and an hour back, that's kind of silly for a short stay, like last time. If we put all that effort into it, we should make a day of it."

"Exactly! Now you're talking some sense!"

"But the problem there is finding a full day. That limits it to the weekends. And right now, I'm so backed up on my homework that it's not even funny."

She was extremely frustrated at that, because it meant another beach trip wasn't going to happen soon. It occurred to her that using the swimming pool in her own backyard would take care of his concerns, and that would be a much better setting to get intimate than a public beach. However, she didn't want to appear too pushy or needy, so she decided to drop the issue, at least for the moment.

The rest of their time sitting on the grass and waiting for the school day to end was a fun and sexy time. While their flirting never got as outrageous for the rest of the hour, a strong erotic buzz lingered the entire time. Alan's dick had no chance of going flaccid. Even when they were discussing serious things, he couldn't forget that Christine was wearing her special "wonder bra" (which in fact was no bra at all), and the sight of her massive tits bouncing around in her tight T-shirt practically drove him to the brink of insanity.

He only got a respite at the very end of the hour. Christine started to worry that the bell would ring soon and then the other students would flood out of their classes and see her braless condition. (She could have simply left school early, but she was so used to adhering to school rules that that option never even occurred to her. Besides, she wanted to hang out with Alan as long as possible.) As a result, she took the textbook that she'd had out and clutched it tightly to her chest. She knew that as long as she held it there, people wouldn't be able to see her still very erect nipples poking through her thin T-shirt.

Alan was actually relieved when she started doing that, because his penis needed a break. He'd had so much non-stop sexual success lately that he wasn't used to such intense blue balls, and for so long. He mentally breathed a sigh of relief when his penis turned flaccid.

But he couldn't complain about suffering too much, because he knew he'd be able to get relief not long after school ended. For starters, there was an S-Club meeting planned and about ready to begin, and he had arranged some special events for it in advance. So, although he'd had a great time with Christine, making his earlier troubles with the bullies seem like a distant memory, he remained in a very happy mood when they finally parted.