There was hardly any girl that didn't appeal to me; but none of them were as attractive as Carla to my hungry, lusty eyes. Just looking at her ass and tits bouncing whenever she entered the classroom was enough to catch my attention. She was a studious gal so I knew she'd not be as approachable as the slutty bitches who were vying to be fucked to get more popular than each other.
Carla was different. She had a certain grace, confidence and dignity that I wanted to shatter. I wanted to make her my own little slut.
One day I approached her during the lunch hour.
"Umm, Carla?"
"Hello, who are you?" She said, adjusting her spectacles as she eyed me with a smile.
Bitch didn't know one of the most popular blokes in class! Don't worry, I promised to make her suck my dick in the near future.
I plastered a fake smile and lifted a textbook in my hands.
"I'm uh... Steve. The exams are next month and I really need your help with calculus..."
"I was gonna practice calculus anyway! Why don't you drop by my place this evening?" She said innocently.
This was my opportunity! She was offering herself on a silver platter!
"Sure!"
LATER...
"Hello Carla!" I said as she opened the door to greet me. I handed her a rose flower. She was wearing a red T-shirt and black shorts that exposed her silky lower legs.
"Thanks Steve!" She said as I followed her inside. She lived in a giant house. I'd already noticed another floor from the outside. We were standing in the middle of a giant hall that led into a corridor at the other end. There was a study table, a couple of chairs, a computer and a music player.
"You set up your stuff on that table while I get us some juice!" She said excitedly as she walked over towards the gallery, presumably where the kitchen must've been.
I unpacked my bag and sat on a chair. On the walls were pictures, mostly her and her family. There was a solo photograph of her on the beach. She looked slightly younger, about 20 years old in the photograph and was in a bikini and sunglasses. Looking at her smooth skin, cleavage and innocent smile just strengthened my resolve to fuck her.
"Whatcha lookin' at?" I turned around as Carla entered, carrying a tray with two glasses of orange juice.
"Nothin', just lookin' at your family. Is that your dad?" I pointed towards a photo where she stood in some restaurant with a man nearing 60s.
"That's one of my uncles..." She said with distaste, "My parents have gone to my granny's for 2 weeks. She's a bit ill. But since we have our exams coming up, I couldn't go..."
Bingo! So she was alone for two weeks!
"I hope you don't mind my company..."
"Not at all! I'd love someone to join me for studies, especially someone as gentle and sweet like you!"
I smiled, for real this time.
The rest of the evening was uneventful as we studied calculus for two hours and made small talk. But I was building up her trust. "Do you mind if I come tomorrow? We could do some trigonometry..."
"Sure! I'd love to!" She smiled.
And so I started dropping at her place daily. Our study sessions got longer, lasting for up to 4-5 hours. I hadn't made any moves yet. I knew that one small mistake could push me away from her forever.
This schedule lasted for 4 days.
Then came Saturday and I planned to pay her a surprise visit in the morning.
Armed with my books and a rose, I headed over to her house. As soon as I rang the bell, I heard "Coming!" and heard footsteps approaching the door.
When she opened the door my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
Studious Carla stood at the door, wearing nothing but a pink towel that barely covered her nipples and her pussy. Moreover, she was dripping wet from head to toe.
"I'm sorry." She said, "I'd just taken bath when I heard the doorbell. I knew it'd be you and I didn't want to keep you waiting."
I just stood there frozen. I stared at the mounds of fat and skin on her chest that threatened to break free of the constraints of the thin fabric at any second.
I noticed that she had started blushing. To make things less awkward, I cleared my throat and stepped inside.
"I hope you didn't have any plans..." I said, changing the topic.
"No..." She said quietly.
I sat down as usual and expected her to go get dressed. I had been lucky to see her like this but I didn't want to push my luck too far. She already seemed embarrassed and I didn't want her to stop associating with me. To be frank I was actually starting to love her a little. My desire to roughly fuck her or consider her a 'bitch' was waning.
I was surprised when I saw her approaching me in the towel again, with a glass of juice.
"Enjoy this while I get dressed up..." She said as she bent over to hand over the glass to me. I was greeted with the view of a smooth valley down her neckline and immediately grew erect. Fortunately, she didn't notice that.
"Why don't you join me?" I said, testing my luck.
"But I'm..."
"Wrapped in a towel? I don't mind. Besides, I can't enjoy it alone..." I looked at her expectantly.
She hesitated for a second but then smiled, "okay!"
We made small talk as we sipped the juice. I was constantly staring at her cleavage. Even if she noticed, I didn't care at the moment. Those five minutes seemed to pass instantly as she finally downed her juice and got up to go to her room.
She also took our glasses for washing and started walking. I looked at her ass moving beneath the towel as she walked. That was when something unexpected happened.
Since she'd come running downstairs all wet, the floor had become slippery. She slipped and hit the floor on her knees and screamed. The two glasses dropped from her hand and shattered on the floor. Due to the jerk, her towel loosened from the front and fell next to her.
Although I was greeted with a view of her naked ass cheeks, I rushed to help her. She was naked, on all fours on the floor. Due to her pain, she momentarily forgot about her nakedness and grabbed my hand as I lifted her to her feet.
"Are you hurt?" I said, genuinely concerned.
"My knees..." She whimpered.
I looked downward and saw two bluish marks on her pale coloured knees. That was when she came to her senses and realised that she was naked. She let out a gasp, grabbed her towel and quickly covered herself.
Her eyes were wide and her breathing quickened. She didn't say a word but stepped back from me. I saw terror in her eyes. I said, "I'm sorry..." and left for my house.
I realized I had changed a bit. I had cared for her, and didn't fuck her then and there, even though she was naked before me. I hadn't even paid attention between her legs or her breasts even though she was naked for a good thirty seconds.
