Chapter 195: Tit Flashing

Monday, May 9, 2005

I was shaken awake sometime in the middle of the night. When she knew I was awake, Ava urgently whispered to me, "Carol desires you. She wants to have sex with you."

"Haha. In case you haven't noticed, I'm a guy."

"Yes, I know. Carol's in love with you. Properly in love, with sex and everything."

"Boy, are you ever confused. I'm a GUY! The type of guy who is not a girl. Carol's a lesbian, so there's no way she can like me in that way."

"She does! She told us! Isn't that wonderful?"

"I'm sure you misunderstood Ava. Carol obviously meant something else."

"No! She meant she wants to have sex with you."

"You must have dreamed it then, because I'm sure it's not true. I need to get my sleep, so goodnight, sweetie."

"But it IS true! She told Julia and me."

"Whatever you say, sweetie. Goodnight."

"But it's TRUE. I SWEAR it is."

"We'll have a good laugh about it at breakfast. Pleasant dreams, sweetie. Goodnight."

"ARGH!"

I ordered myself back to sleep again.

I woke after I'd had enough sleep. When I started climbing over Julia, she woke, and wished me "'Mornin', darling."

When I clamber over Julia, she normally rolls over and goes back to sleep as quickly as possible, rather than talking to me. Mid-clamber, I said, "Sorry. Go back to sleep, darling."

"I wanna tell you 'bout Ava." Julia's mouth hadn't woken up all the way yet.

At about the same time I proximity sensed Ava waking up. I quickly canceled the light blob. My mental reactions are much faster than Ava's ability to rouse herself from sleep, so I easily had time to make sure she didn't see it.

I sensed Ava decide to play possum.

Ava might have heard what Julia said, so I NP-pinched Julia's lips together, while quietly saying, "We'll talk at breakfast. Ava woke up..." I tapped Julia's forehead a couple of times simultaneously with the last two words, hoping she'd get the hint that Ava was awake now, " ... earlier, and told me about a funny dream she had. I'll tell you about it later. You go back to sleep now."

Julia nodded. Even if I'd been using full strength, which I wasn't close to, NP is so weak that she'd not have any trouble nodding.

Ava doesn't keep her drapes as tightly sealed as Julia or Carol and I do so it wasn't totally dark and I was easily able to get dressed, and then quietly tiptoed out.

I did some more memory sharing tests/exercises, and they seemed to have improved a little, as the indexing time seemed a little faster, although it was hard to tell because they varied considerably. (I won't bother to mention this issue again in the future, as it's become a standard part of my morning routine and the future results have been mentioned already.)

Studying was enjoyable as usual. As was fairly common, I ran into a couple of problems caused by not knowing some Math because of my incomplete schooling, but I was able to find out what I needed by googling around rather than waiting to ask Prof later, especially as I was going back to Ava's before breakfast.

I arrived back at the Wests' house about the right time, as I could see a couple of lights on. I let myself in with the key Carson had lent me the night before, chatted with Katie in the kitchen for a couple of minutes, then went to Ava's bedroom.

The girls were awake and talking. As soon as they saw me, Ava leaped up and said, "Mark..."

Julia interrupted, "Ava! You know what Carol said!"

"But he..."

"Let it be, Ava."

"Argh."

When Ava subsided, I asked, "What was that about?"

Julia answered, "It doesn't matter Mark. Just girl secrets."

"I don't want to get involved with any of those! Changing the subject, did Ava tell you about the funny dream that she woke me up about?"

Ava tried to speak, but Julia got in first, "Yes. Poor Ava wants it to be true so much she nearly convinced herself. Never mind. How did your studying go?"

"Fine thank you..." We chatted about things other than Carol's lust for me, much to Ava's frustration.

When Ava left the room a few minutes later, Julia whispered to me, "Carol told Ava she didn't want you to know because it's obvious that you don't want her, and telling you would just cause trouble. Now you just need to make a very light hint that it's a pity, or something like that. That'll encourage Ava to believe it's possible."

"Okay. No problem. I'll go back to the kitchen and let you girls dress, because it wouldn't be appropriate for me to see my sister get dressed, hehe."

At the breakfast table I asked Ava's parents, "So have you chosen your dream trip?"

Carson said, "Yes. We've always wanted to..." He went on to describe a trip around some places in America.

"That's it? I can't believe that's all you want for your dream vacation?"

"That's what we've been looking forward to Mark."

"It is," confirmed Ava. "I've heard them talking about it."

"But now that money's no object, surely you can think of something more exciting than that?"

"Money's never 'no object', but thank you for the offer to treat it as such. Katie and I would be perfectly happy with a trip like that. You did say last night that the purpose was for us to spend time together, which we can do on that trip just as well as anywhere else. Probably better than somewhere like Italy, where we'd be battling to understand where we were, how to get what we wanted, etc. This way we can concentrate on each other."

"That's very true. I didn't think of that. When are you going to do it?"

"We need to talk with our bosses, but neither of us expects much delay there. We'll probably have to work for a week or two. We'll let you know later."

Shortly after that, Ava commented, "Mark, doesn't Carol look pretty this morning?"

I restrained my laughter, looked briefly at Carol, then answered Ava, "Yes she does, but she looks pretty every morning so that's hardly a surprise."

"Don't you think she's looking sexy?"

"Of course. We're doing that thing with Chloe this morning."

Katie frowned, "Ava, are you still on the same subject as last night?"

Ava mumbled something then fell silent.

Katie started telling Ava off, which seemed unfair to allow given that we'd deliberately put Ava in this position, so I interrupted, "Katie, it's all right. We don't mind. Ava's only wasting her breath; she's not annoying us. She's got good intentions, even if what she wants is impossible.

^-- "To change the subject, Julia, you remember that Prof's going to text you with the account details for me to do a transfer to. I know you usually do, but could you make sure you keep an eye on your cellphone and let me know when you've got that information, please?"

"Sure. I'm looking forward to seeing what phones Lily brings back for us."

"You're treating my phone as communal property now?"

"Huh?"

"You said 'us', as if you were intending to share my phone."

"No. We asked her to get phones for us too - Carol and I."

I was slowly learning about girls, so I knew better, but I still couldn't resist saying, "Both your phones broke at the SAME time! What're the odds of that! What'd you do, bang them together or something?"

"NEW phones, from HONG KONG! Carol's phone is a very old model and totally inappropriate for your sister to have. I have no choice about upgrading mine, because how would it look if you and Carol had lovely phones and I had my old thing?"

"I almost feel sorry for you. I didn't realize that being my girlfriend was such a worrisome position."

"I'm glad you're starting to appreciate the sacrifices I have to make. There are one or two tiny compensations," Julia held up her hand, to illustrate the usual half-inch insult, "but I have to be constantly on the alert to avoid causing people to think poorly of you."

"I wonder whether I should go back to dressing in my old clothes, in order to lower the onerous standard you have to so constantly strive to attain."

"That wouldn't lower the standard, it'd remove it entirely. I'd hate for you to be inconsistent, so we'd have to build you a little hovel at the bottom of the garden while the rest of us lived in the mansion."

"Wouldn't my girlfriend live with me in my hovel?"

"Hovel dwellers aren't allowed to be rich, so I'll be too busy correcting that situation by spending your excess cash."

"Couldn't you leave that to Carol?"

"I'll be helping her. Surely you don't expect poor Carol to carry out such an onerous, worrisome task all by herself? You have no concept of how difficult it is to look after you."

"I feel sorry for all the dozens of girls who are lining up for the position as my girlfriend then. Someone really should tell them what they're letting themselves in for, especially that the compensations are so tiny." I held up my hands two feet apart.

"Carol and I would tell them, but we need all the help we can get. Hopefully among all the dozens of girls interested in you, there might be one or two masochistic enough to hang around for a while."

"As much as I'm enjoying this, especially because I think I'm winning, we have to stop. Remember that we've got to be at school ten minutes early."

"I accept your badly worded surrender. I'll be ready in a minute."

The girls bustled around getting ready while I thanked Katie and Carson for their hospitality. Then they thanked me, and it went around again. Eventually Julia, Carol and I headed out.

We were delayed while picking up Donna because Mom wanted to ask us several questions about our dinner with the Wests, which I answered very briefly. We were going to meet Chloe, so Mom would have to get the full version of my answers some other time.

We arrived at school a little later than we wanted, but not too badly. As Julia and I were hurrying to find Chloe, we passed several other kids who made a big deal about me being back.

"Hey Egg, you're back. Where ya been, Man?" Or, "Mark! It's great to see you back. We were worried about you. Is everything okay?" Or, "Haha. You finally found the balls to show you face again, eh?"

To all of them we bustled straight past, saying "Sorry, I'm in a hurry. Can't stop to talk."

Chloe was in the designated spot, and she smiled happily when she saw us. Several other earlier arrivers at school wanted to talk to me about my absence, all the fascinating rumors, etc. Ordinary that would have been tedious, and now it was also holding up our tit-flashing plan. We quickly moved Chloe away, explaining to the others, "Sorry, we have to talk with Chloe about something first. We'll be back in a few minutes."

We took Chloe outside and around the back of the block. There we did our best to convince her to loosen up. I repeated my, "If you remain so fearful of every male, you'd damage my male friendships. Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

"Oh yes. I'd love to be your girlfriend. I think you're the only guy I can trust, and you're so..."

"That's part of the problem. I don't want you to be able to trust only me. If you want to be my girlfriend you need to start showing us that you can be less fearful of every guy, and showing us that you can learn to trust the good ones and handle the idiotic ones properly. Being fearful of all guys is not healthy for you or for our relationship."

"I'll try. Already I trust you, so that's good."

"It's not good enough. It's far too slow, presuming there's any forward progress at all. You need to learn that you don't actually have anything to fear from guys in normal daily contacts. If they stare at you..." We went through all the usual arguments, and Chloe went through her usual pathetic defenses/refusals.

After five minutes of it, I angled the conversation toward what I needed to do. "Why won't you unbutton a few buttons at school from now on?"

"I'm not comfortable exposing myself at school."

"No one is asking you to expose yourself, just undo a few buttons, wear some lower cut tops, and show a little cleavage. In other words, dress like most other girls."

"That's what I mean. I'm not comfortable exposing myself like that."

"So how do you intend to get comfortable?"

"I prefer to keep covered up. Otherwise boys will be staring at me all the time, trying to feel me up and all those types of things."

"A lot of them will stare, yes. And a few might even try to feel you up, but so what? It's hardly the end of the world. Guys look at every girl's breasts, but somehow every other girl manages to survive, and go on to have good lives and successful relationships. You are NOT going to have a good life or a successful relationship, not unless you learn to stand up to guys rather than shrinking in fear whenever one comes within six feet of you. Especially when any of my friends come anywhere near you. Because many guys are rude, inconsiderate idiots doesn't mean you have to treat every guy in fear, whether or not he's ever done anything bad to you. Plus being stared it is hardly 'bad'. You shouldn't let it affect your life at all. I'll prove it to you." I turned to Julia. "Julia, can I borrow your phone please?"

"Of course. Who are you going to call?"

"Carol."

"I'll dial her for you." A couple of seconds later Julia passed me her phone, saying, "It's ringing."

When Carol answered I said, "Hi Carol, it's Mark here. You remember me don't you, your tall, good looking, modest brother?"

"Yes, cute butt, you've got it. I didn't notice what you wore to school today. Have you got a top on that can be rearranged to show a lot of cleavage?"

"Good. You remember Chloe, of course?"

"Good. Can you do us a favor please. I'd like you to come into my class showing heaps of cleavage - two heaps actually - to let the guys stare at you. I want Chloe to see that guys are idiots who'll look at any girl's tits, and that it doesn't mean anything except that guys are rude idiots. Pretend you're delivering a message to me, as I've lost my cellphone. Can you do that for me, please?"

Chloe started protesting that it was unnecessary, "You don't have to make Carol do that. I know boys look at every girl."

I briefly interrupted my conversation with Carol to tell Chloe, "We're doing this anyway. Even if it has only a tiny chance of success, it's still worth doing, because your attitude desperately needs to be fixed. You know you're unhappy as you are now."

^-- Back to Carol I said, "Thanks, sweetie. In about two minutes. Can you be at..." I gave Carol directions to the exact room, as she hadn't learned the layout of the high-school rooms yet and it wouldn't be ideal if she rushed into the wrong room.

As I was hanging up, Julia suggested, "Why not ask Ava to help too?"

"Good idea. Let's do it while we're walking quickly to the classroom."

Julia dialed Ava's speed dial number for me, then passed the phone back.

I repeated my request, which Ava accepted. By then we were back inside the building, so we hurried down the hallway and into our class. Chloe again tried to protest that it was unnecessary, but we didn't listen to her. Especially because we weren't doing it for Chloe anyway, but for Carol's and my own pleasure. It might possibly help Chloe, but according to Julia, Chloe's finding out that I was a millionaire in a few hours would sweep every other consideration away.

We entered the classroom and moved to one side of it, so Carol would be able to face the entire room for her flash. About half the class was already in the room, chatting among themselves. My arrival caused a stir, and many of them followed me to talk. Most of the girls, expressing concern at my absence, and curiosity about it; and several of the guys, taunting me about my running away for several days because I couldn't face the humiliation caused by my pathetic pipeline scheme. So there were a lot of people and noise, but no real communication going on.

I didn't want the guys to drift away, so I didn't ignore them as I normally would have. I told them, "I didn't run away; I've been busy. I've got several other things I'm involved in besides school."

"Yeah, right!"

I kept it up for the best part of a minute, until Carol and Ava pushed their way through the crowd. What a lovely sight they were! Carol's top completely fallen off her left shoulder, taking that bra strap with it, so the blouse's left collar was dangling just above her elbow. That exposed most of the left side of her chest, including a good portion of that side of her bra, which was beautifully effective at flattering her breasts. The right side of her blouse was flapping loosely too, so PLENTY of Carol's considerable cleavage was visible. Ava had adopted a different approach. Her blouse was unbuttoned a long way down, and tucked tightly into her skirt's waistband in a way that pulled her blouse wide open, clearly revealing her very low-cut bra. Her breasts weren't nearly as dramatic as Carol's, but seeing the uppermost edges of her areola was ample compensation. The guys were GOBSMACKED! Which isn't actually saying much, because it doesn't take a lot of breast to gobsmack a guy. Both girls were exposing considerably more than the minimum gobsmack inducing level.

Carol said, "We've got an urgent message for you Mark. Phew, I'm out of breath. I'm not used to running." Carol handed me a note, while her breasts heaved with her heavy breathing.

Some of the guys were starting to breathe heavily too, while they stared with unabashed lust at the two girls' chests, especially Carol's. In a random group of guys, I would expect some of them to be polite, and either to look away or be surreptitious about their perving, but these guys had gathered around me to torment me for my cowardliness, so none of them was familiar with the concept of politeness.

I looked at the note: "NP is URGENTLY needed on its namesake!" I chuckled.

Carol started her tirade, "Good grief! Look at these idiots ogling Ava and me. Anyone would think they'd never seen a breast before."

Several of the girls around made comments. Some were jokes along they lines of, "They haven't," but most of the comments were like, "You're showing a LOT, Carol."

Carol said, "I was running. Things bounce around, haha." Carol pointed at one of the guys, "Look at him! He's actually drooling. How pathetic is that!" The singled out guy frantically wiped his mouth. I didn't think he had been drooling, but I wasn't going to say so. Carol continued, "I thought the boys in middle school were immature, but the boys in your class are just as bad, Mark. Even worse, they drool. Yuck! Look at them. I'm telling them off and they still can't keep from staring at our breasts. They're pathetic! I bet they'll mess themselves if I do this." Carol flipped the left side of her bra down, totally exposing that breast.

"CAROL!" squealed Ava, amid all the groans from the guys. I wouldn't have been surprised if some of them had 'drooled' into their shorts.

The closest guy reached out his hands, like he was a hypnotized zombie, unable to resist. He was pathetic, although I'd quite like to do the same thing (in a non-pathetic way, of course).

Carol laughed and stepped back out of reach, wiggling her shoulders from side-to-side a couple of times, to VERY good effect. She added, "I thought 16-year old boys would be like you Mark, but they're even more pathetic than 13-year old boys."

Some of the girls around us were shocked (none more so than Chloe), but some were more amused than anything. A couple made comments like, "They're NOTHING like Mark!"

Ava had recovered from her surprise. She had breasts only half the size of Carol, so she compensated by pulling down the cups on both sides of her bra at once, laughing, "This is fun. Look at the losers. Get a good look boys, because you're never going to see these puppies again, haha."

We'd asked Ava to back up Carol's verbal ridiculing the boys. We'd not once asked her to flash, but our not mentioning that wasn't going to stop her now. She looked like she was enjoying herself!

Over the noise, Alexis called out, "Mark! Is this a private party, or can anyone join in?"

"Go for it, spanky."

Alexis lifted up the bottom of the front of her T-shirt with both hands, catching the underside of her bra cups and lifting those over her breasts too. When her hands were holding her T-shirt and bra up by her neck, she copied Carol's previous action by wiggling her shoulders from side to side.

Pat yelled, "Mark, is this for Chloe?" A fair guess, as Julia and I were standing beside Chloe, and I'd explained to Pat at Lily's dinner a lot of what we were trying to do with Chloe.

I nodded.

Pat said something short I couldn't hear, then she copied Alexis' action.

In moments there were seven tits waving around, and the boys in class were going insane.

There were nearly nine breasts exposed, as proximity showed me that Julia was thinking of pulling her top up too, but she chickened out, then started doing it, and then chickened out again. She ended up not doing it, just laughing at the circus.

#3: <I vote that Pat just earned herself a seat on the plane.>

#4: <Yes. She does have wonderful breasts.>

#3: <I meant for her being so cooperative and kind to Chloe.>

#4: <I know, but I've got a reputation to uphold. For whatever reason, I agree with you. Katelin just got bumped.>

#1: <What a pity Lily's not here, we could have gotten her to join in too.>

#4: <I don't think she could compete with Carol and Pat.>

#1: <It's not a matter of competition. Everybody knows that the more naked tits there are, the better. I agree with taking Pat too, so we'd better make sure we tell Julia before she invites Katelin.>

#3: <Yeah. Poor Katelin. She was a bit boring sexually, though. I never want to hear another "I only like normal sex." She probably wouldn't be the best girl to take on a group event like next weekend.>

#4: <Whereas Pat and her tits would be.>

#3: <Exactly.>

While the boys were so distracted, I formed a couple of NP-fingertips, using them to squeeze Carol's exposed nipple several times. It was already hard, and Carol's face was flushed and smiling very happily, so she was having a great time. She loved my additional contribution though, giving me a big smile and mouthing a silent "Thank you" - or maybe she'd actually said it out loud; it was hard to tell among all the noise. I had no idea whether any of the boys noticed Carol's nipple indenting strangely, but I figured that even if they had seen nipples up close before, they were too excited to notice what I'd done.

After a few more seconds of bedlam, Carol put herself away, pulling her blouse up to its normal position and doing up the buttons. There were groans of dismay from the guys as all the other exhibitionists followed suit. In a couple of seconds the show was all over.

Carol hadn't finished her ridiculing though. "Good grief!" she announced. "Now TWO little boys are drooling." Every little boy immediately wiped his mouth, which caused several of the girls to burst out laughing.