Needing Leah Ch. 03

"I asked you, Leah."

I'd never had breasts. I had nothing to judge it on. "What size are yours?"

"I'm an EE."

"That's quite large, isn't it?"

She nodded. "I'd rather something smaller, had I the choice. You don't want too small, though. That's the sort of thing girls might try and tease you for."

"What about DD, then? That's like the typical size people always talk about."

She pulled a face as though I'd made the wrong choice, but that she didn't comment on it. She nodded and got back to measuring my chest. As she did so, she pushed me back a little so I was against the wall of the fitting room. Her knee came up for a moment. I flinched. She touched my groin with it. She said nothing. She was looking only at the tape measure, then it came up again and pressed harder. It felt it rub against my cock, causing me to breath in sharply. That was deliberate. That was definitely, definitely deliberate.

Slowly, she rubbed her knee around the head. I closed my mouth, tensing. "What are you..."

"I think you'll be a 32DD." She kept rubbing. I closed my eyes, feeling on the edge.

"Ellie, what are you...you'll make me..."

She stopped. She pulled the knee back down. The suddenness of it. I lurched forwards a little, accidentally pressing my face against the top of her right breast, until she grabbed me by the chin and pushed me up to meet her dead stare. "Don't you touch!" She barked. For a second, I thought she was going to slap me. Instead, her eyes glanced down. She then cupped my face by the cheeks, firmly squeezing them. "You're not allowed...that, either. Don't be disgusting."

"N-not allowed what?"

"Those are my knickers, don't you dare stain them. Understand?"

I was left speechless. Why was she talking like she was the boss of me?

"You are not allowed. Have you got that?"

I nodded but she gripped my face even firmer, like a vice. It was starting to hurt.

"Have you got that, Leah?"

"Yes, yes, I've..." She let go, then began measuring again. "Why did you do that, Ellie?"

"Just to test. You said you liked girls."

It wasn't just girls. I liked her. Only I didn't want to say in case she called me a little pervert again. I didn't want to make her uncomfortable about having to share a room with me...then again, she was teasing me...did she like me? I hoped so, and yet she had just remarked that she forgot I was a boy sometimes. Maybe she just enjoyed tormenting me? I wanted to try asking.

"W-what do you like...I mean..." I didn't know how to phrase it, nor did I want to seem desperate. As it happened, she interrupted my sentence by raising her knee again. I held my breath. Tense.

"You looked like you almost came. I didn't realise it'd be that easy."

"I...I'm still close..."

Hearing that, she slowed her speed, stopping in brief moments before starting again. "It's just my knee, Leah. Is that really all it takes?"

"I c-c-can't help it."

"Yes, you can. I told you, you're not allowed."

How had she gained this much authority over me? I was standing there, pressed against the wall. She even took both my wrists and pinned them back, as her knee continued rubbing up and down. There was no reason for me to do as she said, no reason...yet there I was, desperately trying not to cum. Desperately trying not displease her. I was right on the edge. I closed my eyes. My fists clenched where my hands were pinned against the wall. I was going to...it was...

"I think I've got all your measurements." She said. She had stopped. She was smiling when I opened my eyes. "Ready to go?"

"I..."

She didn't wait for a response. She threw open the dressing room door and walked out. She gave my measurements to Miss Wicke and I was set up with a school uniform and several spares. A light-blue blouse with a dark-blue, pleated skirt. White stockings, with the option to wear black or tights. A tie striped with the school's blue and white colours, then a dark blue blazer, jumper, and buttoned cardigan. Ellie collected it all for me, whilst I stood a little behind, still caught in shock.

"Come on, Leah." She beckoned as we began our walk back to the dormitory. She explained we would spend the evening working on my feminine voice and waxing all my body hair. I tried arguing with her about the waxing. She seemed to want to do all my body hair and she offered me no choice in the matter. Perhaps that was what bothered me most, not the waxing itself but the authoritative approach she had been taking. I wanted her to know I was my own person. The argument continued until we got back to the dormitory; at which point, now very much alone, her fury emerged again.

"If you want my help Leah, you need to follow instructions." The ice in her tone. When I went to speak, she cupped my face with her right hand. She stared me down.

"I just...I...I just..." I began, My voice losing more and more confidence as the words crept out. Her stare remained unwavering. She said nothing at all. It was as though she didn't even need to speak. As though she was simply waiting for me to realise I had already lost. The terrifying fact was that she was right. She waited for my eyes to fall, only then did she speak again.

"We're going to wax you now. Undress everything and lie back on your bed."

When I didn't move, she spoke again. "Do I need to undress you myself?"

"Do we really need to wax everywhere?"

She rolled her eyes at that. Growing impatient, she yanked at my skirt let it fall to my ankles. She was going to do the same to the panties but then stopped. Something was bothering her. I wasn't hard. It was one of the rare times I hadn't been hard that day. It was something else.

"Leah." She began with restrained fury. "Leah...what was the one rule I gave you?"

"Erm...I don't..."

"I've lent you my clothes. What did I say?"

I realised what she meant. I wasn't allowed to cum in case I stained them...but I hadn't cum at all. I hadn't!

"Not to stain them."

"Then kindly tell me what these patches on my knickers are?"

I looked down. It was precum, nothing more. Tiny splotches. "I...I didn't cum!"

"So precum doesn't count now, does it?"

That was unfair. She had teased and edged me. What did she expect was going to happen? I tried to formulate an argument but before I could so much as open my mouth, I was slapped hard across the face.

"Not even an apology?"

"Ellie, that hurt!" I began to say but was slapped again.

"Right. We're definitely waxing everything. We're doing far more than just that. I said I'd make you fucking regret it if you ruined my clothes, Leah. Undress and lie on the bed."

Hope you enjoyed chapter 3! It's quite a long one. Technically, I've combined what would've been chapter 3 and 4 because I think whilst a lot of you are patient with the slow pace and enjoying the slow build-up...I am pushing it now. I wanted to make sure chapter 4 would start with a bang, so look forward to that.

Otherwise, yes, some mild setup for the characters of Anna and Jojo. They will obviously return. I'm telling you nothing whatsoever about the Bryner Club, though.

In general, please comment or send feedback! Is a near-5000 word chapter too long? Is that a good amount? What are your thoughts for where things are headings in terms of Ellie and Leah, or Anna and Jojo, or even what happens with Leah's parents? All feedback is welcome.

- Serra