Chapter 34: Braless

"Why are you even here?" Kat asked, annoyed, stepping closer to Arthur with a pout. "Are you following me around by any chance?"

"Because I enrolled in this college months ago. Not everything in the world is about you." Arthur let out a sigh.

Unfortunately, he was now stuck with the blonde girl as his partner. Professor William would rather die than change the pairs he had assigned, arguing that doing so would be unfair.

In fact, the professor seemed almost delighted to learn that the two of them didn’t get along, claiming that hatred was an excellent fuel for art.

Well, it wasn’t as though Arthur actually hated Kat. It was more that he simply didn’t care much about her.

"Okay, I don’t think you could have actually enrolled here just to follow me around," Kat finally said, sounding a little more reasonable, probably because she had already vented most of her anger.

"I’m glad you’re able to see reason." Arthur let out another sigh and glanced around. They had attracted quite a bit of attention, probably because Kat was a beautiful girl. "So, what do you want to do?"

"I’d rather die than work with you," Kat said flatly, pouting cutely and looking away.

Arthur shrugged. "Fine. I’ll do the whole thing myself. It’s just a summary, I don’t need you for that."

"That’s unfair!" She stomped her foot. "You can’t do all the work alone."

"Then you do it."

She stomped her foot angrily. "That’s unfair too!"

Arthur winced, resisting the urge to punch the girl’s face. "Okay. Then we divide the work. Half the classes each, we summarize separately."

Kat considered it for a few seconds, lips pursed... then shook her head. "No. If we just split the classes, I wouldn’t put my name on a work I haven’t fully participated in, and I don’t want the name of someone who also hasn’t done the same."

Arthur rolled his eyes. "That’s called working together, Kat, which you just said you’d rather die than do."

She opened her mouth, but closed it, realizing she was wrong. For a few seconds, she stood there fuming.

Finally, she let out a long breath. "Okay, you’re right... I don’t like you, Arthur. But I’m acting like a child, and I need to take this challenge head-on. So we’ll do it. Properly."

Surprisingly, her pout disappeared, and she stopped looking at him angrily. And Arthur had to admit she looked cute and beautiful whenever she wasn’t acting like a little spoiled girl.

"What do you think about it? We will do the actual project together, and it will be great!" She stomped her foot again, putting her hands on her hips and looking up with determination.

"If that’s what you want, I’m fine with it," Arthur said, happy to get along with the girl for now.

With that solved, the rest of his classes passed without incident. He took notes, ignored the stares, and spent the whole time thinking about Iris and her earlier teasing.

Throughout the day, they exchanged a few more naughty texts, and he had a massive hard-on once classes were finished.

Following the teacher’s instructions, both went to the abandoned wing of the college that barely got used at all.

There, he found Iris waiting by the door at the end of the hall, arms crossed, a smile playing on her lips. And he immediately noticed that her boobs looked different from earlier in class, he could almost see the outline of her nipples against her clothes.

Before they could even exchange words, the woman jumped on him, kissing him passionately. Then she grabbed his hand and pushed it against her tits, pulling him into another hungry kiss.

"Fuck, I’ve been thinking about you the whole day," she said amidst heavy breaths. "You make me so fucking horny."

"You sure are eager," Arthur commented with a small smile.

This time around, he was the one to push her into a kiss, his hands quickly finding their way to her plump ass.

She had teased him with that perfect butt during the whole class, and now he wanted a feel of her.

"I see I don’t need to teach you how to kiss..." Iris said, finally pushing him away. "I didn’t notice it this much yesterday, but you’re a great kisser, stud. However, I didn’t call you all the way here so we could have some lovey-dovey conversation and kisses. I need your cock."

She looked at him like a woman in heat, reached up, and unbuttoned her blouse. Iris planned on doing it slowly and teasingly, but she was way too horny for that, so she quickly unbuttoned it, pulling her blouse off aggressively.

Just as Arthur had imagined after grabbing her tits, she was wearing no bra, so the move made her massive breasts swing free.

"I’ve been braless since I finished giving lectures," she said, her voice low. "The new bra I tested today was smashing my boobs and pressing my nipples too hard. You have no idea what it was like, teaching a class while my nipples were hard the whole time, trying to keep my voice steady, knowing the man who made me like this is sitting in the back row."

Arthur swallowed. "Iris..."

"I was so horny I could barely think," she continued, stepping closer. "I kept imagining your hands on me. Your mouth. Every time I turned to write on the board, I was thinking about how you were seeing my ass. And about what I want you to do to me right now."

She took his hands and pressed them against her chest. The weight of her filled his palms, impossibly soft, burning hot.

"Have a feel," she whispered. "I’ve been waiting for this all day."

Arthur’s hands closed over her breasts, and Iris let out a soft, shuddering breath. He could feel her heartbeat hammering against his palms like it was trying to escape.

"Can you feel that?" she asked. "That’s what you do to me, stud."

"You’re... you’re burning up," he managed.

"Yes... fuck! My body’s been on fire all day." She arched into his touch, her nipples grazing his palms. "And you’re the only one who can put it out."