Chapter 6: Iris’s Tits

Arthur sent a message to Amanda, telling her he would sleep at a friend’s house. Earlier, he had already told her about the cat and that he was going to drink with Iris, but he decided to hide that he was going to her house.

In the taxi, Iris had already removed her high heels, and as soon as she set foot in her apartment, she began removing more pieces of clothing.

Her blazer was discarded somewhere between the hallway and the living room. The white button-down was untucked, sleeves rolled to the elbows, the top two buttons undone because the alcohol was making her feel the heat.

Thanks to that, her white blouse beneath the blazer ended up half open, revealing her black bra barely containing the heavy swell beneath it.

Arthur took a long breath, having trouble finding a place to even look. He’d been trying not to ogle her tits all night.

Having a better look at her, Arthur couldn’t stop noticing she was really tall for a woman. Actually, most men were shorter than her. And the woman had a body to die for. Besides her perfect boobs, everything about her was sexy. Her waist was narrow, flaring into wide hips, and her ass was so perfect.

"You’re staring too much, stud."

She said it, turning around and walking to the kitchen, pulling wine glasses from a cabinet.

"I wasn’t..."

"You were." She glanced back, glasses sliding down her nose. She pushed them up with one finger. "It’s fine. I’d be worried if you weren’t. I’m happy I can still turn some heads."

She poured red wine and slid a glass across the counter toward him.

"So," she said, "Rachel seemed to like you."

"It wasn’t like that."

"Wasn’t it?" Iris rolled her eyes. "She gave you her number and almost pulled you into a kiss right there. Not even you can be so oblivious."

"I know, but she was drunk; tomorrow she will probably regret it..."

"I’m going to kick you in the balls if you continue to negate reality. That girl was drooling over you; she is hoping you text her."

Arthur took the glass and took a slow sip. Then he admitted Iris was right—Rachel had indeed shown interest.

"So... Are you sure you want to be here?" Her tone shifted. She leaned one hip against the counter, and her shirt gaped just enough to make Arthur’s throat tighten. "Drinking and talking with an old lady like me? You could call Rachel. I’m sure she’s still awake, thinking about you."

"No." Arthur’s voice came out harder than he expected. "I don’t want to call Rachel." He breathed. "I came here to make sure you got home safe."

"How noble." She smiled. "But I’m safe already, so you can go have fun if you want."

"I prefer to stay with you," Arthur insisted.

"If you say so," Iris said and downed her glass. "Then drink with me."

After they drank a bit more, the teacher led her future student into the living room, where he found a couch surrounded by books and a Nintendo Switch connected to a large television.

Iris dropped onto the couch with a graceless thud, tucking one leg beneath her. The motion made her shirt ride up again, and she didn’t bother fixing it.

"You know what I need?" she said, eyes drifting to the Switch.

"A glass of water?"

"Karaoke."

"Oh no."

"Oh yes," Iris said with a small jump, making her big tits jiggle. Then she pulled him into a tight hug, until he gave up and agreed to play.

"Okay, I will play..."

She loaded the app in thirty seconds and tossed him a controller-microphone. Arthur found the Attack on Titan theme buried in the song list, took a deep breath, and started singing.

Choosing Japanese lyrics proved to be a mistake. Within thirty seconds, Iris was laughing so hard she had to set down her glass.

"You... you can’t sing at all," she said, trying to hold back her laughter as he finished.

"At least I made you smile," Arthur answered with a confident smirk. "This is all I care about."

Iris almost dropped her glass of wine. Surprise and embarrassment flushed her face and chest pink, the color creeping down her neck and disappearing between her huge breasts.

"How was it? Did I pull off a good line?" Arthur then asked. He actually had a hobby of trying to think of romantic things to say for Clarice.

Just then, Iris realized he was just teasing her, and smiled proudly. "I’m afraid you will end up breaking too many hearts on campus."

"There is no way I’m going to be that popular," Arthur shrugged, but his voice sounded more playful than convincing.

Iris rolled her eyes and smiled. "If you value your balls, stop acting like a loser. You are a stud, so own it."

"Okay, teacher," he answered with an ironic smile. "So, what will you teach me next?"

Iris pressed her index finger against her lips, pondering the question. Then, wanting to tease him back, she said:

"I could give you a kissing course?"

Arthur froze for a second. His first instinct was to say no—this was wrong in many ways. But there was a part of him that wanted to say yes.

However, before he could respond, Iris began laughing and told him she was just teasing. And then she chose a song to sing.

And Iris completely gave herself over to the music. She danced like no one was watching. Her hands rose above her head and the shirt lifted, showing the flat plane of her stomach as she rolled her hips.

Arthur’s throat went dry. It was impossible not to stare at the huge tits, bouncing with every movement of her dance.

She turned and caught him staring. Surprisingly, her teasing smile disappeared. She crossed her arms over her chest, pulling the shirt closed.

"Am I being ridiculous?" she asked quietly. "An old lady, getting drunk and dancing to anime songs in her living room." A brittle laugh. "You must think I’m weird and childish."

Arthur blinked, not expecting that confident woman to show him such a vulnerable side out of nowhere. Maybe it was because she was too drunk?

But she had helped him a lot, so he also wanted to help her. Then, trying to copy how Iris had acted earlier, he stepped closer and said in a strong tone:

"You shouldn’t say bad things about yourself, or do I need to punish you with a smack to your ass?"

Iris’s breath hitched. Her stomach clenched, and her hips tilted forward ever so slightly, as if seeking friction that wasn’t there.

Imagining Arthur’s big hand spanking her ass made her thighs press together involuntarily. Her cunt throbbed once at the strength of his words, and she felt a damp heat bloom between her legs.

Arthur was always such a soft, gentle man, so Iris never thought he could act so domineering. But thinking about it, he had all the tools for that: he was strong, had a deep voice, and knew how to take care of people.

He was the perfect stud... the perfect man, and the perfect dom... Noticing it made her cunt clench around nothing.

Looking at him made her body really overheat, and her cheeks became deep crimson as she felt somewhat weak.

"Are you okay, Iris?" Arthur asked, easily lifting her in his arms. "I think we need a water break."

"Wait, I’m fine," Iris said weakly.

"You are not," he said firmly.