Five minutes later, I was sitting on a toilet with my arm in the sink. Miss McNeil had just finished washing it off with plenty of soap, and the basin was filled with murky brown water spiraling down into the drain. I probably could have cleaned it off myself, but I didn’t mind letting her do her thing. It actually felt pretty good to have Miss McNeil’s soft hands against my skin. Having her wash off my arm was the most female contact I’d had in a while.
That, and in the process of cleaning me, Miss McNeil had splashed some water onto her white shirt which was turning the material translucent and making it cling to the curves of her breasts. The shirt wasn’t soaked, but there were enough wet spots to stir my imagination and also reveal the lace pattern of her bra. I spent the entire time staring at her tits as they bulged out the V-necked top.
Oblivious to my gaze, Miss McNeil then left the bathroom for a minute and came back with a tube of Neosporin. There was also a small step-stool in the bathroom and she pulled it over to sit down on as she grabbed my arm again and started slathering on the ointment.
The thing with the step-stool was, it was about a foot shorter than the toilet seat I was on. And as Miss McNeil leaned forward to tend to my arm, I now had an absolutely PERFECT view down the front of her shirt.
And the view of her creamy breasts had the expected effect on my crotch.
“There!” The attractive 28-year-old brunette finished up and capped the Neosporin. “All better!”
I managed to move my eyes up to meet her cool green gaze just in time. But then I saw a twitch in her cheek and I watched as her gaze dropped down to my lap, where my cock was making quite the tent in my khaki cargo shorts.
“Oh, my,” she gasped and held a hand over her mouth.
I blushed scarlet crimson and bit my lip while quickly moving a hand to cover the intruder. “Sorry. I’m just a guy. I couldn’t help it.”
Still with one hand over her mouth, Miss McNeil canted her head to the side as she continued to stare at the bulge. “Is that… because of Adrienne?”
“Uh… no, Miss McNeil,” I winced.
“Then… because of me?” she asked in obvious disbelief.
“Well,” I waggled my hand for a moment before pointing at her chest. “You’re kinda giving me a really nice view,” I stammered. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.”
Miss McNeil gasped and then put both hands over her chest as she looked down and saw the cleavage-view she was giving me. “Oh. Oh! Sorry, I didn’t realize. These are just clothes for around the house. I wasn’t expecting visitors.”
“No need to apologize. I rather liked the view,” I smiled weakly.
Something in her green eyes flashed as she looked back up at me, but it was quickly smothered out. “Well, uh, Ben. You’re all cleaned up now.” Miss McNeil pointedly looked away from me as she stood up, still with her hands over her chest. “I guess you can finish up and then go home.”
“Sure, Miss McNeil.” The situation was awkward and if there’s something teenagers HATE, it’s ‘awkward’. Without another word, I left the bathroom and headed outside.
It only took me another half-hour before I was done. I didn’t bother to go say anything to Miss McNeil. She saw me through the window when I rolled her trash can back to its spot in the garage and I just waved goodbye.
Life at school continued on as it always had.
I doodled in my notebook during class. I played pickup basketball games during breaks, and politely said “hello” to every pretty girl I knew who passed me in the hallways.
Most of them even said “hello” back. I was still one of the “safe” guys and we were on friendly terms. But there was one girl who didn’t say “hello” back.
Despite our brief conversation yesterday, when I passed Adrienne Dennis in the hallway she didn’t even nod when I offered her a casual greeting. She was too starry-eyed for her Junior-class boyfriend and probably hadn’t noticed my existence. I just watched her big tits jiggling in her too-tight top, and when she passed I let my head turn around to follow her for a moment before the sound of someone else’s voice grabbed my attention.
“Dream on, Ben,” Megan Kwan teased before offering me a warm smile. She and I had the same fifth period class together and we often met up halfway. “Adrienne’s WAY out of your league.”
I shrugged and kept walking. “Is that why YOU won’t go out with me anymore, Megan? You’re out of my league, too?”
Megan punched me in the shoulder. “Yes. Me and my flat chest are out of your league.”
I smiled right back while Megan looked forlornly at her small breasts. She was a late bloomer like me, and over the past year we’d often commiserated over our lack of development. Our only two dates had been at the beginning of the academic year, and even though we hadn’t become boyfriend or girlfriend or anything, Megan and I had become pretty good friends. She respected that I didn’t push her past kissing or pressure her for more dates; and I liked that she hadn’t made fun of my rather short height. Perhaps because she’d been an inch shorter than me at the time had something to do with it. But I’d been growing since then and she was now up to 5’4” herself.
“I don’t know, Megan,” I drawled. “Guys have this hotness meter to determine if a girl is out of his league. Now I know you weren’t out of my league when we went on those dates, but your boobs HAVE been getting bigger. I think I need to feel their new size to decide if you’re out of my league now or not.”
“Ben!” Megan pretended to be shocked while she covered her chest with her arms. “Are you trying to talk your way into copping a feel?”
“I’m just a guy, Megan.” I grinned and we both started laughing.
“Stop flirting, you two,” a new voice cut in from behind us. Cassidy O’Leary was also in our fifth period and she’d caught up to us with a teasing grin on her face. “If you guys ever actually start dating again, who the heck am I going to hang out with?”
Life at home continued on as it always had.
I got home. I did my homework. I ate dinner, and then I holed up in front of the family room TV playing video games.
When my mom asked if I’d finished my homework, I simply moaned “YES” and went back to button-mashing. I really had done most of my homework, the exception being Biology; but I knew Kenny Doyle would let me copy his answers in the morning.
After my mom failed to dislodge me from the TV, my little sister Brooke tried next. She wanted to watch some dumb girls show but I just ignored the little twerp, who at 14 was two years younger than me. She did try to manually power off the gaming console, but I was quick to yell and spanked her ass twice before she ran away covering her butt.
My baby twin sisters Eden and Emma, who were only 10, came next. The twins and I never had any problems as I was always looking out for my littlest sisters, ever since they were infants. And the twins adored their big brother, so they had no interest in stopping my gaming. Instead, the girls just plopped onto the couch and sat on either side of me, leaning against me and peppering me with questions about what was going on and why I was trying to steal that car and whether I would steal the pink one if Emma asked me to.
So of course, I stole the pink car for Emma. Then I had to find another pink one for Eden.
The one who eventually got me off the video game console was my big sister, Brandi. Even though she was only two years older than me, she wielded that interval like a club. You know, she had the ‘I am the older sibling so you will jump when I tell you to’ kind of bossiness.
I’d thought Brandi had another date with her boyfriend tonight and would be out of the house, but I guess not. She came into the family room and ordered me off the TV so she could watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I was actually taller than her now and much stronger, but I had too many memories of the big troll beating me up to get her way, so when she started barking at me I sighed and switched off the game.