A Touch Away Ch. 02

With my confidence growing, this time I didn't fumble. My hands were steady as I unclasped her bra, and then her boobs were exposed to me. Man, how do you not drool when these are in your face?

I turned to look at her face, but I froze. She was staring at me with an intense look, eyes full of arousal and something else... Something that made me uncomfortable. So I looked back down to her boobs.

Once again, I took her naked tits in my hands and began playing with them. At the same time, I was paying attention to her moans, breaths and whimpers. There were subtle nuances to them that I had begun to recognize. Her moans were always whispered and muted, but I could now read her level of excitement from the sound of it. When I began rubbing her nipples with my thumbs, I heard the change in the cadence of her breath. I glanced towards her face. Her cheeks were beginning to flush with a shade of pink, her lips were slightly apart, eyes half-lidded as she enjoyed my hands.

I was already acquainted with her sounds, now I was learning her facial expressions as well. I took her tits in my hands again, gently squeezing her tits and moving around, massaging every inch of her perfect breasts. She bit her lips, eyes looking upwards, breathing deeper and deeper. I kept this up for a while, then grazed her skin with my fingertips. Her breathing slowed and now she looked at me again, somewhat annoyed.

Right, no teasing.

I cupped her boobs and squeezed hard, holding on to her delightful flesh for a little longer, making sure to not be too rough. She rewarded me with a sharp intake of breath as she bit her lips, eyebrows scrunching. I couldn't help but wonder how adorable she looked at that moment.

After a few moments of this, I had an idea. With her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, I asked her, "Can I pinch you?"

She bit her lips again, hesitating. Her eyes locked into mine, the gears turning in her head. Then she said, "Gently."

That was fine by me, I wasn't keen on hurting her. I pushed my digits towards each other, feeling her flesh yield and her hard nipple pressing into both of them. Claire's mouth opened wider, and she whimpered audibly, louder than I had ever heard her before. I didn't stop, having shut off the rational part of my mind a while ago. I pinched her again, remembering to be gentle, before moving onto different things. Like squeezing her tits and pushing them into each other.

As fun as it was just playing with them, watching my hands around them was a game-changer. The sight of her warm bosom resting on my hands, or spilling between my fingers, jiggling with my manipulation just blew my mind. Yeah, porn would not cut it anymore. Never again.

After a while, she began trembling again. I looked down and this time I realized her legs were wobbling, thighs pressing towards each other.

Damn, is this turning her on this much?

I slowed down for a bit, not sure how to proceed from here. Her breathing steadied again soon.

I didn't know how long it had been, but I'd guessed it must have been twenty minutes, because Claire started talking again. That seemed to be the time when the pure activity ended.

"Hey, can I ask you a question?"

Suppressing the groan that was about to come out involuntarily, I replied, "You're kinda past that point."

"Right," she chuckled. "Kyle, why aren't you seeing someone?"

I froze, and being face to face, she definitely saw my expression. Trying to play it cool, I said, "Like a therapist?"

She rolled her eyes, saying, "You know what I mean."

Not that it's any of your business.

I sighed. "I'm not looking for commitments."

She tilted her head, eyebrows raised. "Really? You're saying you'd rather hook up with people than be in a relationship?"

I shrugged. "Isn't that what it means?"

She looked frustrated. "Yes. I'm just surprised. I wouldn't have pegged you as that type at all."

We were both quiet for a while, which is pretty awkward when you're standing still with a pair of tits in your hands.

"I just... don't believe it."

I wanted to say something to that, but she asked, "So how come you aren't going to parties and hooking up with randos?"

I shrugged again. "I don't know. Not my scene? Those kinds of girls just aren't interested in me?"

"I get the first one." She was silent for a moment, as if chewing on something. Then she asked, "But how do you know that those girls aren't interested in you? How many girls have you even talked to? And the twins don't count."

They say that people love it when they become the focus of the conversation. Well, I was the focus, and not in a way I was enjoying. It was, on the contrary, quite annoying and intrusive.

"There's you."

"Very funny. We've barely 'talked'. And if anything, that's to my credit. You don't really know me."

I know everything I need to know about you.

My frustration grew. In contrast, my boner had long since gone. I dropped my hands to my side, wondering why I hadn't done that before.

"Alright, what do you want from me?" I asked.

"Well, people who want casual sex do just that, is what I'm saying. You just don't seem like you want that."

"Hey, I didn't ask to be interrogated."

She paused, then looked downwards, eyebrows furrowed as she thought. Her face settled in neutrality, reminding me of the mask she was wearing when I first saw her in the library.

Then she smiled apologetically, saying, "You're right. I'm sorry for being too nosy. I... I think we should end it here."

I nodded, both taking a step backwards. As she fixed her dress, I found my eyes wandering back to her, even though I was so pissed off at her. Despite where my eyes were drifting, the spell had been broken, and it wasn't having the same effect on me. Beauty only goes so far.

She looked at me watching her, and offered a small smile. "See you on Monday?" she asked, her voice somewhat hopeful.

It almost made me want to laugh. As if she didn't know what she was doing. As if I wouldn't say yes. She was so good at it, her routine was perfect by now. Just how many guys had she used it on?

"Sure," I tried saying nonchalantly.

"Great." She passed me her phone. "Why don't you give me your phone number? I'll be able to text you if we need to reschedule."

"Cool."

***

Once again, I was on a bus. My thoughts were racing again, trying to make sense of where I was. Of Claire. Things would have been fine the way they were, and she could just keep it that way without pushing it. I just couldn't understand why she was asking these personal questions about me. Because at the end of the day, we were neither friends nor lovers. She had other people for that. Our relationship, as fun as it is, is just one of rendering a service - she offers me her tits, I offer her pleasure. What good would come of getting to know me, learning these things about me? Was it part of her kink? Did it make her feel superior, or give her a sense of control?

Stop it! Stop!

I caught myself once again. Here I was, letting myself get swept away by these thoughts. The last thing I needed was to dig myself deeper into this. That too for Claire, of all people.

There were many better ways to use my time. I whipped my phone out and texted Alex and Cole, quickly making a low-key plan with them. It was a Friday afternoon, and I had better things to do.

Afterword

On my first attempt, I introduced the entire cast in the first segment of chapter 1. The story was also quite muddles with too much information with dumped. Some helpful comments and hindsight helped me realize that.

With this edit (19th December, 2023) I think I'm satisfied. For now.

Knowing myself, I will revisit and tinker with the elements eventually. These days, I'm leaving those for when I'm stuck in writer's block.