Just a note: this story has limited bondage and is far more sci-fi than my other stories. It will start out slow so be patient and you'll get to the good part I promise.
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Of all the things that I thought could one day destroy my life as I know it Caty Patton’s breasts would have been near the bottom of the list.
My name is Rudy Crayton and I’m an inventor. I have been building things for as long as I can remember. I built all kinds of rope and pulley based contraptions in the backyard as a kid. I took apart the TV and put it back together. In high school I found an interest in robotics. It started with simple little robot kits but it only grew from there.
That’s how I got myself into this mess. I became president of the school’s robotics club. Everyone in school knew this. So when we were assigned a science project due at the end of the year that would be worth half our grade I knew someone would want to use me to get a good grade for very little work. I did not expect it to be Caty.
She was our school’s It girl. She was tall with flowing black hair. Her skin had an olive tone to it and her face was beautiful with lovely Eurasian features. Every boy wanted to date her and every girl wanted to be her. The only thing she really seemed to lack was a nice rack. Hers was a solid B cup, not bad but nothing to write home about. She and didn’t exactly run in the same circles so I was a bit taken aback when she tapped me on my shoulder in class that day.
“Hey Rudy.”
“Hey … hey Caty.”
“I was wondering if you’d mind working with me on our project.”
“Really?”
“Of course silly.”
“Yeah that’d be great! I mean sure I guess I could do that.”
She laughed.
“Great, we’ll get started today. Be at my house at four.”
“You lucky dog,” my pal Reggie teased shoving my shoulder.
“Shut up.”
We were having lunch, or at least I was trying to.
“It’s just a school project,” I reminded him, “there’s nothing remotely romantic or sexual about this.”
“Dude don’t ruin this for me.”
“Oh yes I’m sorry I didn’t immediately think about how my life affects you.”
“Apology accepted.”
I was able to get a few bites in before he started in again.
“Take pictures of everything.”
“What?”
“When she’s not looking take pics with your phone. Shots of her underwear drawer would be preferred.”
“OK first of all we’ll probably be working out of her living room not her bedroom and second: no!”
That afternoon I nervously knocked on her front door. She opened smiling.
“There you are.”
She grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. Without letting go she led to the couch and set me down. It was only when she joined me did she let go.
“OK so what should our project be?” I asked.
“Well I was thinking of something to do with robots,” she ventured.
Oh there was a surprise.
“Really?”
“I know, I know ask the robot boy and suggest robots, not very original. But I see how passionate you are about it. That’s why I suggested it. The more passionate you are the harder you’ll try.”
“Well I can’t really argue with that.”
“I thought not.”
“Anything more specific than just robots?”
“Afraid that’s as far as I got. The only thing that’s coming to mind is Rosie from The Jetsons.”
“We may be able to work with that.”
“Dude how was it?” Reggie asked.
I was getting ready for bed when he Skyped.
“We worked on a class project what do you think it was like?”
“Did you get those pics I asked for?”
“Dude you are such a pervert.”
“Is that a yes?”
“No, we stayed in the living room, like I said we would.”
“You could have still snuck in there.”
“I’m hanging up now.”
“Wait one more thing.”
“What?”
“How does she smell up close?”
I hung up.