A Touch Away Ch. 03

I gulped, then I broke. "Fine, I'll tell you. We spoke about a bunch of other stuff."

"What kinda stuff?" Jane asked.

I told them about the interrogation, and how I cut her short afterwards. Neither of the girls spoke immediately.

Mel was the first to break the silence. With a shrug, she said, "Well, sounds like an interesting character, I'll give her that."

But Jane's response surprised me. "Kyle, I think she likes you."

My eyebrows shot up and my mouth hung open for a while. "Yeah, no way!"

"No, I think so," Jane insisted. "Look, she approached you first. She's slowly escalating, trying to get you to talk about stuff. The way she asked you why you're single kinda makes it clear. And she's telling you things about her. She wants you to know more about her."

Mel agreed. "She's courting you, in a weird and secretive way."

"Okay, first of all, none of what she said made anything clear! Second, you don't know this girl. She wouldn't do that. She wouldn't go after me. This is probably just a fun game for her, until she gets bored."

"Why do you think that?" Jane asked.

"She's... popular." I wondered if that was already too much detail.

Mel asked, "And you think a popular girl wouldn't be interested in you?"

"Why would she be?"

Making a grumpy face, she said, "There's so much you don't understand, I don't even know where to begin. Okay, if it was a bitch like Sammie or Hayley, I could see them doing something like that. But other people, let's say Amanda, would probably give you a chance."

"First, Amanda hates me. I don't know what Sarah told her, but she seems to think I'm the scum of the earth. Second, I quite clearly remember her turning Alex down."

Frustrated, Mel said, "Goddamit, Kyle, it's just a fucking example. And for that matter, she's been head over heels with Darryl for a long time, so of course she turned him down. She'd do that to anyone. But that's not the fucking point."

I didn't get a chance to respond as the girls were pressing their attack.

Jane spoke next. "Also, Sarah would never do that. I know you don't get along, but she wouldn't. Anyway, let's say this girl isn't a bitch and actually likes you, what do you want to do?"

"I..."

I couldn't respond. I didn't have one. This was not something I had thought about. It was an impossibility, but if she was? Then what? I didn't like her, so it's not like I'd want to pursue a serious relationship with her.

"I don't know."

Mel asked, "Dude, it's pretty clear that she's intelligent. She definitely has nice tits, and I'm getting the feeling that she's pretty. So what's the problem?"

"I don't want it."

"Sure, and I have a dick. You know what the fucking truth is, why don't you admit it for once!"

"Mel..." Jane said, her voice cautious.

"No, he needs to hear this," she said. The temperature in the room rose by several degrees. "Why don't you stop looking for excuses? Face it, Kyle!"

"Mel, stop it!" Jane almost shouted. It was a rare occurrence, Jane raising her voice.

"It's been 5 fucking years, Kyle! How long are you going to go around lying to everyone? I know you don't want to talk about it, but it's time."

"Shut up."

"You can't ignore it forever!"

"Shut up," I said a little more forcefully.

"No, I'm fucking tired of walking on eggshells," she said, her voice straining with something alongside her anger. "When will you talk about your mother and your sister?"

My blood was boiling. I wasn't really thinking when I stood and screamed back, "I don't have a sister! And my mother is dead!"

Only after I said it did I realize how loud I was. We were still glaring at each other, but the shouting contest wasn't about to go on any longer. Most of our anger had evaporated.

Shoulders slumped, Mel said, "Grow up, Kyle."

There wasn't much force behind her words, but it still stung. Then, without saying another word, she stormed out of the room, slamming the door. Awkward and confused, I stared at the floor. At that moment, I didn't dare look at Jane, afraid of what I'd see on her face. Pity? Disgust? Hatred?

Finally, she said, "I get that you don't want to talk about it. Just make it up with Mel later, please?"

I nodded, and then we tried going back to studying. It took us a while before we could concentrate on studying.

Before I left, I knocked on Mel's door. We stared at each other, my arms at my side, hers crossed. She spoke first, saying, "I'm not going to apologize, I didn't say anything wrong."

I didn't want to fight anymore, but her words pissed me off. "What do you know about any of it?"

Her eyes widened, and I knew I had caught her off guard. After staying quiet for a moment, she said, "Alright. I won't bring it up again. I don't want to fight either."

I knew Mel wouldn't apologize. That was part of who she was, and it was honestly annoying at times. But I also knew that she would stay true to her word.

Extending my hand, I said, "I can live with that. We cool?"

We shook on it.

***

It was Monday again, and I was ready to have a normal school day. Things had been a little too shaken up the last couple days and I needed some stability, normalcy. The same old, but with a helping of tit fondling.

As I locked my bicycle, I noticed Cole's car pulling up into the parking lot. His little sister Cass - a 16 year old - was talking to him, hands animated, and Cole had a frown on his face. Cole was loud and talked too much, but Cass would sometimes make him seem like an introvert.

That's what normal siblings are supposed to look like.

There was a heaviness inside me. Cass and Cole were always at each other's throat, but they clearly loved each other. Haru and Izumi weren't talking now, but I knew that they'd eventually make up and return to how they were. Siblings were supposed to fight, tease and be friendly. None of that would be possible if they never spoke.

"Hey Kyle!" he said, snapping me out. I smiled back. Cass greeted me with the same words but in a singsong voice.

"Hey, you two. What are you two talking about?"

Cass pouted and said, "I told Cole that I wanted to go to a party but he said I can't. Hypocrite just wants to hoard all the fun for himself."

Shrugging, Cole replied, "It's not like I don't want you to have fun, there's just a lot of good reasons for you to not attend any."

"Like what?" She didn't sound mad, but there was just a hint of petulance showing in her voice. She wasn't a child, but she played the little-sister card to the fullest.

"First, you're sixteen and I'm looking after you. Second, there's a lot of sketchy people at parties, so it's best to wait until you're a little older. Third, your exams are a lot more important than mine. I've already been accepted."

"Oh right, it's not like your conditional acceptance is dependent on the rest of your exam scores or anything."

Before this could go anywhere else, I said, "Well, Cole does have a point. But Cass isn't wrong either. Dude, why don't you chaperone her or something?"

"No!" They spoke in unison.

Yeah, ok, that was a bad idea. No eighteen year old guy looking to get laid wanted to chaperone his younger sister. And no sixteen year old girl wanted to have her older brother looking after her. The stink of 'lame' never quite washes off.

Raising my hands to feign surrender, I said, "Well, I've said my piece. I'll retreat before I'm riddled with bullets in this crossfire."

Soon, I was ready to face the goliath - Chemistry exam. Thanks to Jane's efforts, I didn't do terribly. But I wasn't exactly acing it either.

"Really?" Jane asked, looking concerned and somewhat guilty. I knew where her thoughts were going.

I told her, "Look, this is in no way on you. If you hadn't explained it I would've fucked it up. I'm probably getting a B, which is much better than anything I expect."

While Jane smiled at me, Mel shook her head and said, "That's no good, Kyle. You need to learn responsibility and discipline and all that other crap."

She kept her stern countenance up, but I knew she was just being a dick. That was good, though. It meant we were cool.

"Please, I don't need to learn responsibility from you."

My gaze drifted as I saw Claire pass by. She didn't meet my eyes and I didn't linger for too long. If the others had noticed, they made no comment. And Mel wasn't one to not comment.

***

Dad thought I should take a break from work during exams, but I was of a different mind. My grades weren't good enough for me to claim that I could handle it. But I insisted on going, and it wasn't just because of tits. Working was a good way to break the monotony.

So of course I went to work, and hours later, at the end of my shift, I found Claire at our meeting place. She was already waiting for me. Her eyes had that mischievous glint and a little smile tugging at the corner of her lips. If I had learned anything about her, it meant she was going to tease me again. Weirdly enough, I was looking forward to it.

When she got close enough, she softly whispered, "Responsibility and discipline are very important traits, Kyle. Do you think you have what it takes?" She shook her head with mock-disapproval.

"Maybe," I shot back. "Eavesdropping, on the other hand, isn't. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Her smile broadened, but in a devious rather than sweet way. "But society grants women some privileges, so I'm safe."

I wasn't sure if she was being serious. But I did know that this was part of this game, so I decided to not read too much into it.

"So then, as man, I must prove myself as disciplined and responsible? Well, I've been here on time since Monday, doesn't that take care of discipline?"

She took my hands and placed them on her hips, without turning away. Even though I was only connected to her with my hands, I felt like I was enveloped in her warmth. So we were going to do this while facing each other. With a devious smile and eyes full of mirth she looked back at me. I wasn't the king of confidence, but I think I smiled back well enough.

"It's a part of it. But what of responsibility, Kyle?"

"I think I'm responsible," I said as I gently squeezed the sides of her waist. "And I have witnesses. Two of them."

In response, I watched her nipples get harder, pushing against the fabric. I frowned in surprise. I was pretty sure I saw the outline of a bra.

As I began moving my hands up, she suddenly stopped me. "Wait! Unbutton me first, please. And start at the bottom."

I raised an eyebrow, but I got no response. Not like I had any reason to oppose her, and it could be a fun game.

"So, who are these two witnesses?" she asked as I began on the lowest button. "Your friends don't count, biases and all."

Her tiny belly button peeked out and I was delighted. It was a concave little fleshy thing that was way sexier than it had any right to be.

"Not my friends, and you know them quite well."

Two more buttons were undone, and I could definitely see a bra. Scowling, I undid the top button and her breasts came into view. Yep, they were naked, and she still had a bra on. But it wasn't a traditional one. It was a bra that exposed her tits completely.

"I..." stammering, I said, "I don't quite see the point of a bra like this."

Grinning, she replied, "The point of this is excitement! Are you telling me you're not visually stimulated right now?"

"Fair," I said with a chuckle. "How'd you even get your hands on something like this?"

"A girl has to keep her secrets."

No point in wasting any time, I reached for the treasure chest (See what I did there?) I began with a little bit teasing, fingers running along her skin. She craned her neck up and a tiny moan escaped in appreciation. Then, I cupped her tits from below, giving myself a moment to enjoy their feel against my hand. The warm feel of her flesh against my fingers can never be described in a way that does it justice.

"Mmm," she moaned, then asked, "Who are these two witnesses of yours?"

"They're right here!" I said as I gently squeezed her tits.

I flashed her the cockiest grin I could muster, earning an eye-roll from her. "Very smart," she said dryly. "But you win this time. Although they, too, are biased, the jury will be deeply moved by the testimony of my two tits."

Taking a moment to rub both nipples with my thumb, I began a slow and gentle massage. Her apple-sized tits fit perfectly in my hands, flesh molding as they followed the lead of my fingers. For now, I decided to stick to this pace.

"Testimony of two tits? The Titillating Titster? You really like alliterations, especially with 't's."

I slowed down just a little to roll her nipples between my index and middle fingers.

"Mmm, guilty. People think you're smart and funny when you throw them around, English teachers give you extra points. And they're fun. Don't ask me why I'm sticking with 't's though."

Something she said stood out, but I didn't want to pursue it. That would be prying, a trait of hers that was beginning to annoy me. Instead, I decided to pick up the pace and bring a firmer touch to my massage. I fondled them while moving around in a circular motion, my eyes mesmerized with the sight of her tits rising, falling and jiggling.

We were in comfortable silence. I was doing what I was enjoying, she was enjoying what I was doing. The only sound between us were the whispered moans. No conversation, no prying, just pure enjoyment. My mind was on the task, completely free from anything that had plagued me for the last two days. I wasn't even feeling any resentment towards her, which was a first.

As I slowed down to roll her nipples, I couldn't help but notice how nice they were. Her fleshy nubs were tiny, pink pebbles. I loved how they dug into my hand and my fingers as I played with her. Suddenly, I wanted to do more. More than I had been doing. Every time we had gone a little further, so I wondered if she would let me try something new. But without knowing how far she was willing to go, I tried sticking to familiar territory.

I gently pinched her nipples, pulling them towards me without being too rough, loving the soft and surprised gasp escaping her mouth. I loved that sound. Returning to my massage, I played with her soft flesh of heavenly mounds in different ways. As many ways as my mind could imagine and hands could manage, loving how they yielded again and again to my determined fingers. Still, I wanted more.

Suddenly, she said, "You may."

I looked at her and raised my eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

"You may use your mouth," she moaned and smiled with encouragement. "I'd like that."

She must have seen me staring...

My throat was parched as I gulped. Once again, I was in new territory. But damn it all to hell if I was going to let my nerves get in the way. I wasn't the same as I was a week ago.

"Let me know what you want me to do."

Before I could even start, she replied, "Didn't you know? I want you to lick my nipples and suck my tits."

Her voice was husky as she spoke, and I felt like I would burst through my pants. Steadying myself, I began working. I didn't wait for guidance, dipping my head lower as my back bent somewhat awkwardly. It would turn out to be uncomfortable, but that was a worthy sacrifice for the goal of sucking on Claire's tits.

With her tits in my face, I tentatively stuck my tongue out, gently licking her nipples. It felt so different, feeling the hardness against my tongue, coupled with the smoothness of her skin. I couldn't claim to know what I was doing, but Claire moaned favorably. I began licking up and down, but figuring she would grow bored of the same motion, I swirled my tongue around her areola. After a few moments of alternating between the two, I added a little pressure to push her nipples inwards.

"Mmm, that's good. How'd you know to do that?" She asked.

"Instinct," was my muffled reply.

I was surprised when I felt her fingers in my hair, gently raking against my scalp. It felt very nice though. It encouraged me to do more.

Opening my mouth, I latched onto her nipples and took it in my mouth. That was another sensation, her nipple and parts of her soft mound in my mouth. Gently, I sucked on it, fulfilling one of my long-held dreams. As I began working, I discovered new joys at the way her flesh wiggled in my mouth.

When I pulled back, her nipple looked hard, puffy and slightly shiny. I couldn't help but feel proud when I watched my handiwork. In another moment, I moved to her other breast, licking and sucking the same way. Without thinking, I put my arm around her back to brace myself. My free hand reached for her other breast. Couldn't let either of them go neglected!

"Oh yes," she encouraged.

I felt her squirm against me as I took turns on her breasts. Whichever breast my mouth couldn't take care of, my hands found things to do to them. Soon, I discovered that if I fondled the same breast as I sucked on it, it made it a lot more fun for both of us.

From her movement, I could tell she was getting more and more excited. I didn't need to be told at this point that she liked breast play, so naturally she was squirming more and more. Her moans were bordering towards the audible sound, and she quickly put a hand over her mouth. With her other hand, she pushed gently on the back of my head, as if trying to force me into her chest.

Squeezing the flesh, I took more of the soft flesh inside my mouth, suckling momentarily before releasing with an audible pop. I shifted my attention to the other breast, licking gently first before popping it in my mouth. I wouldn't call it aggressive, perhaps energetic and enthusiastic. Even when I wasn't sucking on tits, my face was pressed up against her tits. This heavenly experience went on for quite a while.

And then, suddenly grabbed both sides of my head and started pushing me away. "Stop, stop!" She whispered.

Of course, I immediately pulled away, or tried to. Her hands were still on my head, so there was only so far I could move.

"You okay? What did I do?" I asked, my voice full of concern.

She smiled, her face flushed red. "Oh no, it wasn't you. I almost came, and I didn't want to make a mess in the library. Seemed a little... disrespectful."

I raised an eyebrow. "That's where you draw the line?"

She shrugged, and then we were quiet. With her arms around me, we were practically embracing. I did not notice when my hands had found a place on her hips. We looked at each other's eyes intently. I wasn't sure how long that moment, but it felt like forever. At that moment, I did not see a girl I hated. I saw beauty.

Her eyes did not have the playful glint that I was familiar with. This look was something different. I didn't know what I was doing. Clearly my thoughts had gone out of the window. I found myself leaning forward, eyes suddenly fixated on her plump, pink lips. They looked nice. They were slightly parted, and looked oh-so-nice.

She gulped, looking nervous, but made no move to get away. In another moment, we were closer. Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips. I didn't know if that was an invitation, but it definitely looked inviting. I looked back at her eyes, sinking into her soft gaze. That had to be desire. Her hot breath was on my skin, something minty lingering there. I thought I could feel her heartbeat, or perhaps that was mine. We were moving closer.

And then suddenly, her hands were on my chest, pushing away. The spell was broken. Once again.

"Kyle, please stop. I can't."

Of course she couldn't. What was I thinking? I chalked it up to horniness.

"I understand," I muttered, trying to project the most nonchalant tone.

One after another, she began buttoning up. Glancing at me, she said with a half-smile, "You'd have to be my boyfriend for that."