Page 28 of A Scandal in Homeroom
“So, you don’t think it was…what do they call those…a wardrobe malfunction?”
She gave me a look like I was dull witted. We reached the car, and like a ninny I raced around behind it so I could open her door again. Her focus was clearly still on the final moments of the show when Beth’s sister Star had her dress pulled down from behind, revealing a beautiful set of breasts for the audience to behold.
Once I got inside the car, I could feel Irene’s eyes on me.
“What?” I asked.
“You didn’t stare at her. In fact, you averted your eyes once you realized what had happened.”
“Did I? I remember seeing breasts, thinking they were quite lovely, but then, yes, when it was obvious she was distressed by what had happened, I averted my eyes. I don’t want to look at a woman’s breasts when she doesn’t want to show them to me.”
“Anyway, when considering whether I like you or not, that added a point in your favor.”
“Excellent. Knowing how loyal you are to your friend so as to be angry on her behalf added a point in your favor.”
“Loyalty is important to you?” she asked me.
“I think it’s a good quality to have in a friend,” I said, somewhat cryptically. Mostly because I didn’t have any true friends.
“So you weren’t…” she began, then stopped.
“Say it.”
“You weren’t turned on when you saw Star? You did point out that her breasts were ‘quite lovely.’”
Out of the corner of my eye I could see her making rabbit ears. I despised that gesture. “Now you just lost a point for the rabbit ears.”
“Hey. Lots of people use them.”
“Lots of people need to improve their vocabulary and/or modulate their tone to imply emphasis on a word or phrase instead of making silly gestures with their fingers.”
“I think you’re avoiding the question.”
I was avoiding the question. Because yes, I had been turned on, but not because of Star’s naked breasts. I’d been turned on because seeing them made me immediately imagine what Irene’s breasts would look like.
I put my hands on the wheel where they were safe, and looked straight ahead rather than at her.
“Look, if you’re asking me if I like looking at naked breasts, I do. I’m quite firmly in the heterosexual camp in that regard.”
“Do you want to see mine?”
The words were softly spoken. So much I must have misheard her. My head whipped to face her, and I could see she was biting on her thumb nail. Not in some coy manner meant to tease, but with extreme uncertainty.
How in the hell did I answer that question? Croft should have better prepared me for this.
“Do you?” she asked, so that I couldn’t have pretended to have misheard her.
“Yes,” I answered, before I could think better of it. I wanted to see her. I wanted to touch her. I wanted…so much. It filled my brain in a way I couldn’t think clearly. Something only drugs hadhaveever accomplished.
She started undoing the buttons of her blouse. One, then another.
“What are you doing?”
“The windows are tinted. No one can see in.”
No one could see in? I was in. I was inside the damn car. She made a small flip of her wrist and suddenly the cups of the material covering her breasts sprang open and she was bare to me. Naked to me.
I groaned and closed my eyes because I’d never gotten this hard, this fast in my life. Then I realized my eyes were closed when I very much wanted them open.
