Futanari Notebook Ch. 29

"Wow, you suck at this," Rachel snickered when the race was finished. Carmen came in last.

"I've never played it before," Carmen huffed, frustrated at her performance.

"It's literally just a racing game. You must've played them before," Rachel said with an eye roll.

"No. The last game I played was one of those Mario games or something."

"What the fuck have you been doing with your life?" Rachel asked, deadpan.

"Trying to get my sister a better life," Carmen growled.

"Why? You're wealthy as fuck."

Carmen frowned for a second, then recalled the rule she'd put in place. As far as anyone but herself knew, her family was always well off.

"No reason. I just spent my time studying, and, uh, dealing with this," Carmen said, gesturing to her body, "A-anyway, what about another try? I'll get the hang of it."

Rachel shrugged, "Whatever. I'll thrash you any time." They raced again and again. Carmen rose through the positions, figuring controls out as she went. Though her wealth of intellect came from diligence, she had a fast mind, and body too it seemed. By the fifth race, she was neck and neck with Rachel, a self-proclaimed pro. The feedback was surprisingly realistic, given her few times behind a wheel with Stacy. Perhaps that gave her an advantage as she drifted past the redhead and into first.

"Holy shit, you actually beat me," Rachel said, eyeing her with a challengers grin, "Let's try some other games."

Anything with a physical need gave Carmen the immediate advantage. She hadn't worked out a day in her life, yet the notebook honed her body into the prime example of a woman. Reflexes, stamina, strength, it all surpassed anything she would've expected. Games that used fingers and knowledge took her time, but she managed. Rachel still kept the edge in most situations, but Carmen kept up.

"So much for 'never played a game in my life'," Rachel said and slurped on her soda.

"I'm a fast learner, but you're incredible. I didn't think games could be that hard," Carmen said. They'd moved to a family friendly bar shoved into the side, taking sips and snacking on a platter of fries.

"Years of practice," Rachel grinned, "So, what do you do for fun anyway?"

"I, uh... nothing, really," Carmen studied her drink, looking for an answer. Fun? For years, whether anyone else remembered or not, she'd done nothing but study and work and care for Melody. The occasional orgasm or break with Stacy had been the nearest thing to fun she'd had. Now, she supposed masturbation was the closest. Not that she'd tell Rachel.

"You must do something. What about Zoey?" Rachel said, voice hardening on the girl's name, "You guys hang out, don't you?"

"Yeah, kind of. I get invited out sometimes." Carmen was careful, all but feeling the tension that simmered under Rachel's plain expression.

"How's she doing anyway?" Rachel sounded bitter.

"She's fine," Carmen said and turned away, "Maybe a little preoccupied with something. I don't know what."

"So, you're not doing anything with her, then?"

"No."

"Why not? She's great, physical hotness aside. And I've seen how she looks at you. Isn't that why she's always around you now?"

"It's not that. She..."

"I haven't talked to her in months because of you," Rachel cut in, "I can't even say 'hi' at school, otherwise Gretchen throws a tantrum. And Zoey's just... happy. Without me. What the fuck do you have that I can't give her? You don't kiss or anything, so you're clearly not together. I'd do anything for her, but she ignored me for you. You stole her and... and that's it. I could take it if she was fucking you or something but there's nothing. So you want to tell me why that is?"

Carmen bounced her leg and wished to be anywhere else. This was exactly what she'd dreaded, having to explain the Futa Note's effects, without revealing what it actually was. Words twisted over in her head, each one sounded wrong, and every sentence would just make it worse. Rachel glowered at her, lips pursed tight and emerald eyes hard as the jewels they embodied.

"I helped her," Carmen said after a sullen silence, "You knew she wasn't happy, but you kept her tied to Gretchen."

"It was for her own good. Now look at her; the butt of everyone's joke. The only reason Gretchen hasn't gotten her expelled is because she's a star athlete."

"But she's happy. You said that yourself. I pushed her to that point," Carmen said, careful with the information she revealed, "She's got real friends other than you now. I helped her, plain and simple. And there's nothing to stop you from being with her. If Gretchen doesn't like it, fuck her."

"Huh?" Rachel blinked.

"I'm not running some exclusive club. Things just worked out that I have a group of friends now, not like anyone else can't come and hang out too."

"No, not that, it's just... I can't believe your swore. I never thought I'd hear anything more than 'crap' from you. But yeah, I hadn't thought of that," Rachel said and laughed. She leaned her head on the table, "I'm a fucking idiot. You know, I thought you were some witch or something putting people under a spell or some shit like that."

"Yeah. Like that," Carmen chuckled.

"Sorry about making you do this," Rachel righted her posture, "I mean, I'm not. It's been pretty fun."

"It's okay. I actually enjoyed myself too," Carmen said, and relaxed. The worst was over, and easier than she expected. Rachel was smiling. She really did look cute, especially when she was focused on something. Her lips would purse and pout like ripe strawberries. The illusion was helped by the shampoo she used.

"So, hey, how about one last game, then we'll take off?" Rachel said.

"Yeah. What game?" Rachel's smirk almost unnerved her.

"Hoops."

The game was simple. Shoot a basketball from the three-point line and get the higher score. Rachel had a clear disadvantage, yet she looked more excited after every failed shot. Carmen succeeded more often after the first few tries, correcting herself little by little. She caught the rebound and took her position. It was pointless, being several shots ahead on the final try.

"Simply divine," Rachel said from the sideline, beaming as Carmen readied her shot.

"What?" Carmen looked to her, then realised the goal of this game for Rachel. Winning didn't matter, but watching Carmen did. She took her final shot, blushing as her breasts and ass bounced with her jump, and won.

"Did you seriously just want to watch my boobs jiggle?" Carmen asked once she got her prize tickets.

"Duh. I suck at basketball," Rachel said with a pure grin, "But that was great."

"You're a little pervert, aren't you?"

"Maybe," Rachel chuckled.

"Maybe?" Carmen teased, "You were drooling over me every time I jumped. Look," Carmen did a small bounce, and caught Rachel's gaze instantly. Not for the jiggle, or teasing, but the sudden rip of tape. The far taller girl stared at herself, shocked by the size of her breasts once freed. They filled out her shirt and bulged through the openings, stretching them into diamonds.

"Wow," Rachel mouthed the word, then noticed the stares aimed at Carmen, "Come on." She took the honour student's hand and led her away, snapping at anyone that tried sneaking a peek.

"Thanks," Carmen said, once they were away from public view.

"No problem," Rachel said and tried looking anywhere but her chest, "You gonna be alright?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I just wanted to avoid... that." Carmen caught her breath and removed the torn tape.

"Leah's on her way. One of her bras should fit you, and our place is pretty close. If you wanna come over."

"I'll be fine," Carmen said, then her stomach growled. She'd forgotten about dinner in her nerves. At least Melody knew how to microwave leftovers, otherwise their mom would be livid.

"I can cook," Rachel offered. Carmen bit her bottom lip, certain accepting would be a mistake, but she wasn't sure the night needed to end just yet. They were having fun, and something in Rachel's appreciation of her breasts seemed different to the others. Lust was there, yes, however appreciation seemed to fuel it more than blind desire. Who knew where the night would go?

"Okay, if it's not too much trouble."