Measuring Attraction Ch. 03

Author's Note: Hey everyone! This will likely be the last entry in this series (although never say never). I always planned for this story to be a 3-chapter arc and I'm happy with how it turned out! There are definitely some opportunities to keep the arc going, but I haven't been struck with inspiration yet. I hope everyone enjoys it and feel free to leave comments on what you would like to see if I have a chance to continue it!

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"Mom, I'm home!" I yelled out once I entered the house.

I was sure that my Mom would be surprised to hear me home so early. I thought I would be out most of the day with my best friend Bella and her boyfriend Alex, but some sort of emergency came up with Alex so they dropped me off. I was pretty confident there wasn't any actual emergency. I had a hunch that Alex and Bella just wanted to fuck like the horny teenagers they were. Damn you, Bella, if only you knew how jealous I was.

"Mom? Are you home?" I yelled out again after I didn't hear a response.

I walked into the living room and kitchen before checking the bedrooms upstairs and there was no sign of her. I guess she might've had an emergency at work? I checked my phone and saw that my text messages from earlier weren't read yet. Wow, she must be really busy if she didn't even open her phone. Oh well, I guess that meant the house was mine for a while!

I walked into my bedroom and started to strip off my clothes. I was hot and sweaty from being outside so it would be nice to put on some fresh clothes. Most importantly, I could take this dam bra off. Not only were my boobs sweaty, but I think I needed a bigger bra size too. I was weirdly excited that I might finally be a C-cup.

After shedding off my old clothes, I grabbed a super old sports t-shirt with some large faded numbers on the front and pulled it on without any bra on. It was a super small and tight shirt, so it hugged my body like a second skin and barely reached my flat stomach.

I took off my pants and took out my favorite lounge-around-at-home shorts. They were just an old pair of cotton shorts that clung to my body tightly, but they were unbelievably comfy. The zipper didn't work and the button fell off long ago, but I still loved them. They probably weren't appropriate to wear outside, but if I was just home alone with my Mom, I didn't really care.

I pulled my neck-length dirty blonde hair behind me as I happily walked back downstairs scantily clad since our house didn't have AC and the house was already kinda warm. Since I was still kinda hot, I walked over to the kitchen to get a cold glass of juice to cool myself down even more. I was chugging it down when I saw some movement outside that caught my eye. I glanced out of the patio door and panicked slightly when I saw someone in our backyard.

My first instinct was to grab a knife or to call 911, but then I saw that the figure outside just seemed like a guy cleaning the pool. I immediately let out a heavy sigh of relief and felt my heart slowly go back to normal. Jesus, that almost gave me a goddamn heart attack! I had no idea my Mom hired someone to clean the pool today. She usually just nagged me until I did it.

I was going to just ignore it and walk back to my room when I saw the dark figure turn and I immediately recognized him. Was that DD from school? It had to be. I didn't have any classes with him, but everyone at school knew him just like everyone knew my best friend's boyfriend Alex. They were part of the school's renowned 'Avengers'. It was a collection of the school's hottest guys that had the muscular bodies of superheroes, hence the name. And if the rumors were true, they were all fucking hung too.

I probably shouldn't be creeping on him while I hid slightly in the kitchen, but I couldn't help myself. His dark physique was truly something you only saw in superhero movies and I got to watch it in action first hand. He was well over 6 feet tall and he wore a t-shirt that was so tight, his sweaty body made it hide absolutely nothing. My eyes helplessly devoured his muscular and ripped ebony body.

His arms were absolutely massive and when I saw his biceps flex, I swore that they were almost as big as my head. His shoulders were extremely broad and strong too. For some reason, I immediately imagined sitting on those shoulders while playing pool volleyball with Bella and Alex. I shook my head back to reality as I stared at his huge pecs that prominently thrusted out from his chest and then tried to count just how many ab muscles he had.

I must have only been staring at him for less than a minute, but my body was already turned on. My heart fluttered in my chest, I felt my nipples harden, and I could tell that my pussy was getting wet too. I backed away to try to get some control over my body. How did staring at his body get me this damn horny?

I asked myself the question, but I already knew the answer. Ever since Bella started to date Alex about a year ago, I was happy for her but also kinda jealous. I didn't have much luck in the dating space and I never dated anyone near as hot as Alex or James. The more I was around Alex, the more I realized I wanted a guy as tall and muscular as him. I wanted a guy who could easily pick me up and push me against a wall. I would act all innocent, but I would spread my legs wide.

I once again shook my head to kick myself out of a budding fantasy. Since I knew how hot it was outside, I felt bad for him. Maybe I should invite him inside for something cold to drink? Would that be weird? I guess it was the friendly thing to do since I sort of knew him.

I opened the sliding patio door and stuck my head out slightly and yelled out, "Hey DD!"

I saw him jump a little bit from surprise and I felt bad for scaring him like that. He eventually turned around and I saw his eyes finally lock onto me at the patio door.

"Take a break and have something cold to drink inside!" I yelled out again and left the patio door open as I went back into the kitchen to get another glass.

A few moments later, I saw his huge dark figure enter through the patio door and into the kitchen. I wasn't short at 5'4', but I felt so tiny once he stood in front of me. Even though this was my house and he was just a guest, he gave off a powerful and commanding aura. He didn't look shy or out of place at all. He exuded confidence and I felt helplessly drawn to him.

"Hi, I'm Pam, Deanna's daughter. I'm surprised she paid someone to clean the pool on a hot day like today," I finally responded after I gently slid an iced cup of water over to him on the island counter next to us.

That poor guy, he was drenched in sweat. My Mom better be paying him well to work outside on a day like this. I guess I should really thank my Mom though. Because of her, I got to spend some time with one of the school's Avengers. Other girls at school would kill for one of them to even look their way and here I was having a face-to-face conversation.

He slowly grabbed the glass and responded in a deep voice, "Oh yeah, pool cleaning, right. It's hard work, but when you need the money, you need the money, you know what I'm saying?"

"Yeah, totally. My Mom usually has me clean it and I don't get paid at all," I responded and laughed slightly.

"Do we know each other or anything? You called me by my nickname and I feel bad for not recognizing a fine girl such as yourself," he spoke after taking a long gulp of the water and I saw his eyes check me out from top to bottom.

I must have turned several shades of red and I felt my cheeks burn from blushing. Did he really just call me 'fine'? It wasn't like I didn't have any self-confidence, but to have a guy like DD give a compliment was a big deal. At least to me anyway. I was about to respond when I suddenly remembered what I was wearing. Oh no, I instantly knew what he saw when he checked me out.

My tight l t-shirt clung to my upper body practically like latex since my body was slightly sweaty from the heat. I wasn't wearing a bra, so my perky B-cup brea-no, they definitely grew larger, so my perky C-cup breasts strained against the shirt and every curve was quite visible. The t-shirt was also pretty short, so my toned and flat stomach was practically completely bare and you could easily see how thin my waist was.

If my upper half didn't make him think I was some sort of floozy, then my bottom half probably did. The old cotton shorts I had on hugged my wide hips and barely covered any of my long, muscular, and smooth legs. On top of that, because the zipper and button were broken, my panties were very noticeable as well. Thankfully, he couldn't see behind me or he would know that they didn't fully cover my large and firm ass.

I brought my hand up to my dirty blonde hair and pulled some of it behind my ear as I nonchalantly took a few steps to stand behind the kitchen island countertop. Even if he was one of the hottest guys at school, I was a bit too shy to show off so much of my body to him. The entire time I felt his eyes just staring at me and I wondered if it was lust that I saw in them.

"I go to Wheaton Community College, but I don't think we share any classes or anything. I'm pretty sure we travel in different circles, though I've seen you around campus plenty of times. A tall, dark, and handsome guy like you is hard to miss," I finally said back and had trouble meeting his eyes.

"Yo, if you saw me all this time, I feel like I should've noticed you too. Well here, let's formally meet, I'm James," he said confidently and stuck his hand out for a handshake.

"I'm Pam," I responded back, slowly reached my hand out, and felt him grab it.

The moment he took my hand, it felt like a shock ran through it and then traveled throughout my body. I had heard of sparks flying between people, but I never thought I would actually physically feel one. I finally raised my eyes to meet his and I felt my heart pound in my chest as we stood there holding each other's hands. I don't think any guy has turned me on this much before. I felt my nipples start to harden in response and I knew they would be clearly visible through the thin cotton of my tight t-shirt. Dammit, of all the times to not wear a bra.

"So, what is your major? What are you into," James asked me after releasing my hand and my heart fluttered at him taking such a strong interest in me.

"I guess you could say I'm a drama girl. I love the theater, acting, being on stage, stuff like that. So as you could guess, I'm a performing arts major," I quickly said back cheerfully.

"A'ight, that's cool. Can't say that I've ever wandered into the Arts Building before. But it sounds like I got a good reason to now," he said while he smiled widely.

"Yeah, definitely," I quietly said back while I started to lose myself in his eyes.

Wow, way to channel your inner awkward Bella there Pam. Although, I finally understood why she always acted so weirdly around Alex. When a super hot guy was this freakin' charming and flirty, it was like my brain didn't know what to do.

For what seemed like forever, but was likely only for a moment, we just stood in the kitchen looking at each other before I was finally able to break eye contact and rub my neck while I said, "Oh hey, look at me just distracting you from your work and all. Sorry about that."

"Nah, it's chill, it's chill. I'm almost done anyway. I'll just finish up and grab my things," he said then chugged the rest of the cold water from his glass.

Some of the water trickled out from the cup and started to flow down to his chiseled jaw and then his neck. I bit my lip and helplessly stared at its journey down to his wide chest. I wondered how comfortable it would be to lay my head against a chest that muscular and strong. Would it feel tantalizing or would it just feel uncomfortable? I guess it didn't really matter. I was sure that when his huge arms squeezed me, I would feel so safe and secure against a hard body like his. Would his big lips be soft or just as hard as the rest of his body...

James slammed the glass down and sighed in satisfaction which stopped my fantasy, but it didn't stop my heart from racing. He then turned around and walked back outside and my eyes followed his every step. The moment he was out of eyesight, I gripped the cool countertop hard and squatted down as I winced in frustration.

What the hell just happened? Did one of the school's Avengers just flirt with me in my own home? I was a nobody. Next to hot and sexy Bella, I was just some weird, but cute theater girl. Why did he look at me with such lust in his eyes? The better question was, what was I going to do now? Was I just going to let him leave? Think Pam, think! What to do...

I quickly stood back up and some of my hair fell in front of my face. I puffed and blew my hair away as best I could before I grabbed it with my hands and pulled it behind my ears. Nope, I had nothing. Maybe I should go practice some lines for my upcoming play? For whatever reason, acting out lines helped me think and maybe it could give me some inspiration of what I could say to him. I sighed in frustration and left the kitchen to go to the adjacent living room. I found the copy of the play I was reading to practice my lines and opened to the page I last left off on.

Within just a few minutes, I was lost in my passion and completely forgot about James for a moment. I was reading the lines, memorizing them, and started to act them out verbally. While my Mom was supportive, everyone I talked to reminded me that the odds of making a successful career out of acting were slim. But I loved it and I couldn't imagine doing anything else.

I completely lost track of time and in the middle of one of my lines, I turned around and I saw James standing in the entryway. He was just leaning against the wall and looked at me with a smile on his face. I jumped in surprise and even let out a small squeak. I relished performing in front of an audience, but I didn't expect him to be that audience. I mean shit, I somehow even forgot he was still here.

"Wow, damn girl! You're good!" he said genuinely.

I couldn't help but blush as I did a lavish theatrical bow and giggled slightly. I then held the playbook up to my face to hide my mouth and I smiled widely. I quickly imagined him at one of my plays sitting front row center and I felt my face get even more red.

"Thanks, James! I'm sorry, I got really into it and to be honest, I forgot you were here. I hoped I didn't look silly. I'm supposed to be talking to another character, so it might've looked weird. I promise I'm not some sort of crazy person talking to myself!" I responded back cheerfully and finally lowered the book from my face.

"Well damn girl, I got some free time. I can stand here and fill in. This shit looks kinda tight actually," he confidently said as he walked towards me.

Was he serious right now? Was this some sort of dream? I slyly pinched myself just to make sure and nope, definitely not a dream. I mean, it would be crazy not to say yes, right?

"Yeah! That's so sweet of you. I have my lines memorized so here, you can have my book and you can just read from the beginning of the scene at the top. You're this guy here," I said while I took a step towards him to give him the book and pointed to the character dialogue.

The closer I was to him, the harder I felt my heart pound against my chest. I didn't realize it before, but he had a strong musk that smelled intoxicating. I would've thought that all that sweating outside would have made him smell kinda disgusting, but I was shocked that it was the exact opposite. Did he put on some wonderful cologne when he went back outside or something?

While I marveled at his scent, it suddenly hit me; I never changed my clothes! Dammit! I winced while I repeated 'idiot' in my head over and over again. Why didn't I go back upstairs and change after he went back outside? I was showing off more skin than girls would at a club, so of course he offered to stay for a chance to ogle my body. Although, it did make an Avenger want to spend time with me, so wasn't it worth it?

I reluctantly took a giant step back and took a deep shuddering breath as I tried to calm myself and get into character. I closed my eyes and went over my lines briefly before I opened them and spoke the first line from the scene. I guess my first line caught him by surprise since he just stood there looking confused for a moment. I gestured for him to look at the book and read his character's lines. He fumbled his words for a bit but eventually stammered out the proper response.

For the next while, we struggled to get through the rest of the scene, but we had a really fun time. There were several times that I either forgot my line or he forgot to read his line. There was one time where he tried to act out what he was saying but it was so awkward I couldn't stifle my laughter. I never thought I could have so much fun practicing my lines with someone. I liked James from a physical standpoint before, but this caused me to fall for his personality too.

During one of the dialogue exchanges, my character was supposed to turn around and walk away from him. I knew that this move would definitely expose my big butt. My ass was the best physical feature I had and was what got the most attention from guys. I never really took advantage of it or tried to show it off at all since I wasn't very athletic. I was always self-conscious about it, so when my best friend met muscle hunk Alex, I asked him to show me some easy lower body workout routines.

For the past year or so, I stuck with the workouts and it showed. Not only did my ass become firmer and bigger, but my legs became more toned too. It was a huge boost of confidence, but I was still too timid to show it off until now. On cue, I turned around and eagerly took the opportunity to flaunt my perfectly sculpted ass. My tight cotton shorts didn't even fully cover it and I knew parts of my toned ass were naked.

While I was turned away from him, I made sure to flex my glutes to show off just how round and tight it was. I don't know how or why, but I swore I felt his eyes staring at my ass and I couldn't help but smile.

After a while, we finally got to the end of the scene and my character was supposed to go up to his character and kiss him. I wasn't sure if he noticed, but my face got redder and redder the closer we got to that particular part. Would I really try to act it out and kiss him? What if I was denied and then the school jokes about how a dumb theater girl tried to kiss him? It would be an understatement to say that I agonized over the decision.

Fuck it. What was that saying I always heard guys say? You miss 100% of the shots you don't take? As we exchanged lines, I moved closer and closer to James just how my character would in the play. I placed my small pale hand on his humongous dark arm and looked up at him wantingly. I was so lost in the moment, I didn't even know if I was acting at this point.

Eventually, it came to my line where my character asked if she could steal a kiss from him. He seemed incredibly surprised since we never got to this part of the scene before and furrowed his brow as he looked at the book. He read his line that essentially said yes, and I grabbed his t-shirt as I leaned up and gently kissed him on the lips. I thought it would just be a quick kiss, but I was surprised by how passionately he kissed me back.

Our kiss eventually broke and I leaned back slightly to look into his dark eyes. I wanted to see what his reaction was to the kiss and I saw a look of pure lust that I thought I saw earlier. I heard him drop the playbook behind me while he grabbed my waist and pulled me in for another kiss.

As our mouths locked on each other's lips and our tongues explored each other, I felt his hands move as they cupped my ass and he squeezed firmly while pulling me even closer into him. I moaned at the sensation while I felt something massive and hard pushing against my pelvis. Wait, was that his cock? It couldn't be. No way.