8/18 Instance: How To Not Be A Boob

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Timelined for the same day as but before [Game]Pretty Diseases.


Curt: Curt waited for Jess in the empty classroom, occupying himself with the game "alchemist" on his new tablet (via Rand Industries and Laura).

Jessica: Jess peered around the doorframe, spying Curt near one of the desks. "Hey... what's all this about?"

Curt: "Hey!" He put the tablet away into his backpack. "I uh... was hoping you could help me. Well... Rather, I was hoping you would be able to help me and Laura. (Mostly me, though)."

Jessica: She raised an eyebrow, moving the rest of the way into the room, "With what?"

Curt: "Um... well..." He pointed to the medical dummy of a female torso. "That's Bernice. MedLab students named them. Anyways, uh..."

Curt: "Yeah..." He figured he'd let her try to put the rest of it together.

Jessica: Jess looked between him and the dummy then fixed him with a confused look. "What's it for?"

Curt: "I don't know what I'm doing. Mostly in this region." his finger circled her chest area.

Jessica: She blinked at him, "You've got that far or you want to?"

Curt: "... Little of both?" He responded, shrugging. "I'm worried that that's around the corner and I don't wanna be so inexperienced I like... I dunno, squeeze too hard? Or something? Do you even squeeze? I have no idea how this works."

Curt: "I watched this movie '40-Year-Old-Virgin' on TBS the other night and everyone was laughing at this joke that I didn't get. Apparently breasts aren't similar to sandbags?"

Jessica: She just stared at him for that comment. "No... they're... wow." She sighed, "Okay... so you've never... had a grope...?"

Curt: "Well... not an intentional one? I dunno..." He frowned and blushed all sorts of variations of red. "I'm pathetic."

Jessica: She laughed a little and patted him, "You're not pathetic, you're adorable."

Curt: "I'm not sure if I should be happy or sad to hear that..." He put the dummy on the desk. "Now, I'm not asking you to have me practice sexual positions or anything with this doll, for godsakes. This thing touches the lips of every student who learns CPR. Which is all of us. So, keep in mind, this is the only way I can ask you to show me without the awkward penguin showing up."

Jessica: "Awkward penguin? Is that some kind of euphamism?"

Curt: "More or less. It's a meme, but yeah. So anyways -- I'm not about to ask you to let me squeeze yours, and I'm certainly not going to have you giving Laura and I lessons-in-love so,.. this is the most covert way I could think of. If you help me, I'll owe you huge."

Curt: "But... please keep it to yourself even if you decide not to. Please. For my sake if not yours."

Jessica: "I'm not going to tell anyone, it's no one's business... though I don't know why you wouldn't ask me. It's not like you'd be the first pair of hands on mine." She rolled her eyes a little, "You don't owe me either."

Curt: Curt's jaw dropped... then looked down to her bre-shirt... then back up to her face. "N-no... it's best... I mean I'm assuming Laura understands the singularity idea of the relationship, it's not right of me to do anything like that behind her back. You're helping me enough with the dummy. I think."

Jessica: "Well the dummy won't say 'ow' if you squeeze too hard and it won't be able to tell you if you do something nice but I guess we can start with that and build up to something that feels actually like a real boob." she prodded the one on the dummy.

Curt: "Well, to be fair, the breasts on this dummy most accurately resemble Laura's from what I've actually been able to see." He looked away, slightly embarrassed by that as well. "But uh... yeah. So ... I think step one would be this." He pulled a bra out of his bag.

Jessica: Jess blinked at the surprise underwear. "Did you steal that from Laura?"

Curt: "Wha-whoa! No!" He assured her. "No- I... jeez that would've been cheaper... No I guessed from looking at her, found the dummy that matched her breast size, and then went shopping. Trust me, it was awkward."

Curt: "I don't even remember what I said to the lady who rang me out. Something about a cousin's friend's niece maybe needing an emergency bra or something, I don't even know. I sort of blacked out that whole time. Panic. Just, absolute panic."

Curt: "Sheilas everywhere, all of them shopping for underwear, and there I am with one of their bras. Super awkward."

Jessica: She laughed, "Oh Curt... you're really bad at this, huh? You could have said you were buying it as a gift for Laura." She patted him again and took the bra from him, "You want to practice taking it off the dummy or what?"

Curt: He felt like an idiot. "Yeah." He said glumly.

Jessica: She gave him a small smile and put the bra on the dummy. "There you go."

Curt: "One handed more romantic?" He asked honestly.

Jessica: "That entirely depends where your other hand is but I suppose with you that's your only option..." She offered, being just as honest.

Curt: "Yeah... Okay lemme try..." He fumbled and clawed at it, growing agitated. "Could do this with a lizard tail but not my hand. The irony is not lost..."

Jessica: She took his hand to stop him fiddling and getting mixed up, "Here. Like this." she put his fingers either side of the hook and pinched them together for him. "Easy."

Curt: He frowned. That didn't look easy.

Jessica: She sighed and did it back up. Placing his fingers for him again. "Just pinch it now."

Curt: "That is complicated. I don't get... I mean I get they're latched on but, why no latch in the front? Do those exist? Do you think Laura has 'em?" He asked all of these questions as he pinched. To his surprise he got one of the two hooks. "Oh! Hey! Kinda!"

Jessica: "They do exist but I doubt Laura has any and you'd struggle with those one handed." She refastened the one. "If you only do one it'll be twice has hard to get the other one undone."

Curt: "Of course. Why make things easy?" He wondered aloud. He tried again, this time closing his eys and with a smile, thinking of Laura wrapping her arms around his neck. Kissing him.

Curt: As the bra became unclasped his eyes opened and checked on the dummy's back to be sure he didn't imagine it, or worse, screw up again. "Oh! Ohohoh! See!? I did it!"

Jessica: "There you go! Well done!" she smiled, "Easy, right?"

Curt: "Easy? No. Worth the effort, though." He admired the polished, perfectly clean, medical white, nipple-less breasts.

Curt: "We started sorta making out recently and I've had a few urges to like... go at her neck. Not violently but... almost animalistically the way mating animals do to hold their mate down..."

Curt: "Is that Lizard going off or is that natural? Like I wanted to nipple-er, no. Nibble. On her neck. Not violently! But like... just..."

Jessica: "Oh no, that's normal... gently mind you. It's actually a nice sensation."

Curt: "I'm afraid she won't get it. I don't want her freaking out." He had a disconcerting look.

Jessica: "Sometimes there is no 'getting it'. Just do it and see if she likes it."

Curt: "I dunno... that sounds risky. She has claws."

Jessica: "Well look," She moved her hair off her neck. "There's a spot just... here... ish... that is extra sensitive. It's near a pressure point. If you aim for that she'll probably like it even if she doesn't know why."

Curt: He stared at it and scowled. "I dunno... you sure? And by the way, I know what a hickie is, but... can you get rid of them?"

Jessica: "It's just like a bruise so it'll fade away eventually..."

Curt: "It's not embarassing for people?"

Jessica: "Well some people don't like them but generally it's like a badge of honour for guys..." she gave a shrug, "It depends on the person really."

Curt: "I just want you to know I appreciate this." He said.

Jessica: "It's fine. You're actually asking me about stuff I can help you with now." She gave him a smile, "Now, aside from getting the bra out of the way did you want to do anything else in that general area?"

Curt: "Uh... General handeling?"

Jessica: "You're not going to freak out the first time you do that are you? Because that's happened to me before and I'll warn you now, it's not attractive."

Curt: "I... I don't think so. What do I do? What should I expect?"

Jessica: "Expect? I don't know... boobs?" That was the weirdest question ever. "But some guys get a little... excited even by the idea... so when it happens..."

Curt: "No, I won't." He promised."I might pass out, but... nothing else."

Jessica: "Are you sure?"

Curt: "Well... I mean... I don't know what else I would do... You mean like prematurely ejaculate? But I got a handle on that." He held up his right hand. "Ole Lefty..."

Jessica: "So you're hoping you can plan this all out so you can have time to do that first and then grope her? What the hell happened to spontaneity?"

Curt: "Nonono!" He said, blushing red all over, for what felt like the 15th time. "No... just.... Practiced methods of holding out. I guess."

Jessica: "Oh I see," she nodded understandingly and smirked a little. "Well I'd suggest testing them but you already said you wouldn't want to do that... you could test them with the dummy but I'm not sure it's that realistic."

Curt: "Well... I might just try the bra maneuver, (soon but not like... tonight), and see where that gets me. Just... Like what hurts specifically?"

Curt: "I mean, in pornos guys are pinching nipples, biting them, all sorts of weird stuff. What's naturally expected?"

Jessica: "I'd say start with some gentle groping and maybe if she's into it gently try pinching the nipple but nothing more until you're both comfortable. See how she likes it. You might get a natural urge to try something and if that happens go with it and see how she takes it."

Curt: He felt himself sweating at the idea. "Okay... okay, let's back it up. Laura I think needs to be treated right. I'm thinking of taking her to a very fancy restaurant."

Curt: "Take her out dancing, some Jazz club maybe? I'm taking dance class lessons with Paige, er- Professor Guthrie."

Jessica: "That sounds nice," She smiled, leaning against the desk a little. "But I can't help noticing the sudden subject change there. Are you uncomfortable now?"

Curt: "What? Noooo, n'aw. Nope. You gotta be kidding, I... no."

Jessica: She cocked her head on one side, "You are... you don't have to be. I'm not judging you and this is a perfectly fine topic for me I can assure you."

Curt: "I just... It's not you. You don't make this awkward. Thinking about Laura is just... My stomach goes to knots. She's not just some sheila. Jess, there is a good chance she's who I could spend the uh - the rest of my l-life with." He stutered at the end, his nerves getting the better of him.

Jessica: She gave him a kind smile, "All the more reason not to mess this up. I'll help you with this stuff if you want me to and I won't judge or tell anyone either. I promise I'm a safe choice."

Curt: "There's not really much else... I don't want to move onto too much more because we're not there yet. I'm genuinely not worried about that yet." That's a lie.

Jessica: "You're obviously worried about some of it or I wouldn't be here. But if you want to wait until you're less anxious about it that's fine. We're not on the clock or anything."

Curt: "I would prefer waiting." He said softly. "But I appreciate the offer and assure you I'll take you up on it."

Curt: "Just... later." His eyes darted to his shoes.

Jessica: She smiled, removing the bra from the dummy and holding it out to him, "Better keep this with you rather than on the dummy or people will ask questions."

Curt: "Uhhh.... Will there be any chance it can end up in the laundry the three of you share?"

Jessica: "Well it could but we'd know it wasn't one of ours..."

Curt: "... I really have no use for this... Does it fit you?" He looked at her breasts, then realized what he was doing and looked away quickly. "Well... uh... no probably not."

Jessica: "Definitely not." She corrected, laughing a little, "And you're allowed to look I'm not going to smack you." she rolled her eyes a little at him.

Curt: He mumbled something about being a gentleman, and how his mother had raised him right.

Jessica: She giggled and gave him a hug, "Well then it's a good thing your mother isn't here."

Curt: He tried not to press against her tightly, patting her back. "Yeah... uh... right."

Jessica: "It's natural to look, Curt." she told him, "I promise. That much I know for sure."

Curt: "Yeah... Okay... break from hug, please. Or at least change the subject."

Jessica: She laughed again and released him. "You need to relax."

Curt: "Yeah, I know. Laura's helping me. When I'm around her, tensions go way down, believe it or not. We balance each other out, I think. Hey! You know what I just remembered?"

Curt: He pulled a ticket out from his pocket. "This is for you and one guest. Free bowling at the Rock And Bowl."

Jessica: She blinked, taking the ticket, "Uh... thanks... but I don't know who I'd take.... and I've never been bowling before...."

Curt: "Got it the other day when I was looking at places to skate. Oh? Really? Uh... it's pretty fun. I think you and Hope would like it." He shrugged. "Or Laura."

Curt: "Or..." he winked. "Fabian."

Curt: "Bet you want him to see your breasts?" He smirked and snorted, pushing his thick glasses up the bridge of his nose.

Jessica: She pulled a face at that, "I'm only taking Fabian if I'm allowed to throw the bowling balls at his stupid face."

Curt: "Wait, what? Really? I thought you two were uh... Y'know... Gonna be a thing?"

Jessica: "Well apparently Clarice thought she and him were going to be a thing too and he didn't think it might be nice to tell either of us that he was dating us both."

Curt: "Dating or taking out on dates?" Curt asked. "There's... a difference. Not much, but there is."

Jessica: "How the hell am I supposed to know which one it was? No one told me. That's kind of the point. I didn't even know there was a difference."

Curt: "Maybe you should talk to him and clear it up... over a round of bowling?" He waved he tickets.

Jessica: "I don't want to clear it up. I don't trust myself to keep my temper at this point in time. I just want to forget about it and focus on school and my job..."

Curt: "And helping me out?" He asked with a guilty grin.

Jessica: "Yes, that too. Just no relationship stuff for me. I don't want any of that. It just ends in disaster."

Curt: "Yeahuh. I'll keep my mouth shut this time." He responded. "I learned my lesson. Alright, I gotta get to the medlab, drop this off, and then head to that seminar for Professor Lehnsherr... Not looking forward to that. Thank you, again."

Jessica: "Anytime, Curt." she gave him a small smile, "I'll let you know if my outlook on that front improves."

Curt: "I'll tell you I was right, when it does." He added. "You uh... you keep that. Incase you find you need to teach some other poor, V-Card-holding-soul. Adios!"

Curt: He waved and brought the dummy to the med lab.

Jessica: Jess put the ticket in her pocket with a sigh and headed for the roof. She'd get some quiet time in before class with the creeper-teacher.

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