Chapters It was a simple day. The small corner side cafe wasn’t ever busy, something the workers enjoyed. What the male workers (and even a female worker or two) enjoyed the most though, was the woman sitting at the table outside.
An alluring and exotic shade of tan skin, pixie cut pink hair, and the biggest pair of tits any of them seen. Many were wondering whether or not they were natural. There was actually a bet going on with $100 bucks going to the one that discovers the answer. She knew about it, but it just made her laugh whenever she caught the waiter trying to lightly brush her breasts as they set her coffee down.
“Here you go Ms. Herano,” the newest hire stammered. He was clearly just out of highschool, perhaps doing this for some money as he starts college. The woman chuckled and decided to make his day. Reaching up to cup his cheek she pulls him down, his arm swallowed by her all natural E Cups.
“It’s just Frida dear,” she says as she kisses his cheek. He turns completely red as he feels the soft flesh against his arm. He pulls back a bit and mutters about having to get back to work. Frida just watches him duck inside and head toward the bathroom. She chuckles a bit as she knows exactly what he is planning on doing in there.
He was pretty cute. Maybe if she couldn’t get out of this dry spell she’s been in for a bit, she’d reward his good service with some fun time. Speaking of…
“We’re going to be late!” A group of older teens said, running by in the typical school girl uniforms. Frida’s heart pumped in anticipation as she waited. Those short skirts, this light wind...come on. Just a small breeze…
Her wish was answered as suddenly, a large gust of wind blew and the three girl’s gasped. Frida’s mind shifted to memorization mode. Typical she would use this for memorizing mission info before destroying it, but in fortunate times like these, she used it for pleasure.
Athletically toned ass clad in gray boyshorts. Likely a track runner.
A perfect bubble in bikini cut pink panties.
Oh damn! Seems like someone forgot theirs today! And the scowl on that mother’s face as she covers her son’s eyes make it clear that her boy got his first look at paradise.
“Life truly is grand,” she says as she sips her coffee. Hearing the bell on the door of the shop ring. Glancing, she nearly spitakes her coffee.
Walking out with her coffee was a chocolate skinned goddess. Emerald eyes and perfectly plump lips. And holy shit! Frida didn’t know how someone could pull off a black and white mohawk but this woman did. But that was surprisingly not the most eye catching part. Her breasts pushed out the white blouse she was wearing and her black skirt… damn that black skirt was pulled so tight against her ass and there was a slight jiggle with each step that even the skirt couldn’t hide.
The cup only had a Z on it. Mystery. Alluring.
“I...I must have her!” Frida thought. She...she never felt that before. Sure she felt attracted to people before, but…
She shook her head and snapped out of it. Looking up, she saw the Chocolate Goddess hail a cab and start off down the street. Slamming money for her coffee on the table, she took off in the same direction, bouncing off an awning and swinging off a flagpole to get up to the roofs.She wasn’t going to let foot traffic hold her up.
‘It’s just some woman,’ Frida thought to herself as she ran across the roofs, making sure she had the specific taxi in her sight the whole time. ‘Why am I doing this?’
She never believed in any of that love at first sight bullshit. Love is an over time thing, not a smack you in the face out of nowhere event. But for some reason… she felt she had to meet this woman. Not just the body either, though that was eye catching. The air she carried herself with, the vibe she gave off. As if she needed a release from the day to day slog of life.
It’s the exact same air Frida knew she once had before she found her calling.
She didn’t know if this would result in a relationship. Hell, she didn’t even know whether or not it would end in sex. But she knew inside her that regardless of the end result… she needed to do this. She’d always wonder if she didn’t try.
Zecora
Far from the most impressive I’ve seen and I didn’t put out for them either string bean!
With that message sent, she blocked the number and practically threw her phone onto the seat next to her. Why is it so hard to find even a halfway decent person these days. Sometimes she wished she had been given an average body.
Sure, when she first started developing, it was nice. She won the unofficial vote in school for best booty and came in second for best chest. That’s not including her most likely to succeed vote in the class yearbook.
Once she hit the real world though… attractiveness became just as much a curse as an asset.
Jobs? Harassment. Dating? Nothing but sex sex sex. Family? Hell, her mother’s last few boyfriends only dated her mom to possibly get Zecora herself alone. Did her mom see it like that? No. She thought Zecora just had a fetish for older men and lured them in by wearing sexy clothes that accentuated her rear.
As if sweat pants weren’t the only thing that had a chance of hiding her ass! And it’s not like she could wear those to work or job hunting or what have you. And heaven forbid if she wanted to go swimming.
At least she still had her passion, but even that was starting to be eaten away. Half the time, her class wasn’t even paying attention to what she said. The only words going through their minds were “Jiggle jiggle jiggle.”
Some had even tried grabbing her ass or even turned in dick pics with their homework. She couldn’t even report these assholes since Principal Sombra would just chew her out for showing off. As if she hadn’t tried dressing more casual, but “Empire’s School for the Gifted doesn’t allow their faculty to dress like common street walkers.”
Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.
She didn’t want to hate her body. She knew it was one any woman would kill for. But Zecora couldn’t help but sometimes wish she didn’t have to deal with it.
When the taxi stopped, she gave the driver his money, and a middle finger when he said she could pay another way, before stepping out into hell.
Frida
The taxi finally stopped in front of a snobby looking school and Frida growled when she saw it. This school for privileged assholes. Joy. She almost wanted to walk away, thinking that if that chocolate goddess worked here, she must be just as much of a stuck up prude.
Then she watched her get out and flip off the cab driver. Perhaps a more wild side? Frida could see the look on her face even from here as she stormed into the building. The air she carried herself was clear. She hated this place.
Guys followed the teacher (for that’s what Frida assumed she must be at this school) with their eyes while girls flared in jealousy and Frida saw the teacher adjust her stature.
Frida knew that walk. Slumping over a bit so your breasts don’t stick out. Purposefully avoiding swaying her hips. This woman wasn’t happy with her body. Another thing Frida knew something about.
Well, that would just have to be another thing Frida helps her with.
Deciding that enough was enough and that she needed to talk to this woman, Frida grabbed a drain pipe, and slid down it like a fire pole.
Frida didn’t pay attention to the stares she got. Some were for her rack, others wondering why a random adult had entered their school. She had one goal in her mind, and she’d be damned if-
“Why hello there miss,” a haughty voice cut into her thoughts. In front of her, a tall, blonde boy with pale skin was leaning against the lockers. “I have never seen you around before. And I believe I would remember.”
Very blatantly, the teen looked down at her chest.
“Out of my way,” Frida said. “I have to get to the office.”
“Well I can certainly show you the way,” the boy smoothly states, placing his arm around her shoulders. “The name is Blue Blood.”
“Oh this is hilarious,” Frida laughed, getting a shocked look from the boy. “You think you’re good at this.”
Before the teen could react, Frida drove her knee into his balls.
“I’m after the gold,” she says. “Not the bronze. And you aren’t even that.”
As she walks away, she hears a few cheers from the girls nearby. Apparently she wasn’t the only one the wannabe ladies man accosted in the hallways. With a small smirk of satisfaction, she made her way to the reception desk. Behind the desk, a young woman with a mix of purple, pink, and blonde hair in a bun sat looking incredibly stressed out.
“Excuse me,” Frida said smiling. “You wouldn’t happen to have seen a sexy chocolate goddess in a white buttoned shirt and black skirt, would you?”
“Excuse me?” the receptionist started, unsure what she just heard. “Um...I’m sorry but unless you are a student I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave campus.”
“Listen Miss…”
“Cadence.”
“Cadence,” Frida smiles. “I’m just trying to see a teacher for a quick second. Can’t you just allow me that?”
“I’m sorry Miss…”
“Herano. But please, call me Frida.”
“Frida,” Cadence started again, slightly exasperated. “I’m sorry but the school has a strict policy regarding visits, especially during school hours.”
“Please,” Frida began, starting to get worried she would get kicked out. “Tell you what, let’s make a deal. You look like you need to loosen up a bit and I can certainly help with that.”
“What are you-”
“Let’s see.” Frida tilted her head to the side. Leaning over the desk, she undid a few of the buttons on Cadence’s top revealing a peek at her cleavage. Grabbing the band keeping her hair up, Frida undoes the bun. “Let your hair down. There! Much better already.”
“What? I can’t show this much!” Starts going to button up her top, blushing. “Why, I never-”
“Easy,” Frida giggled. “I just want to be your gal pal. Help you unwind. Maybe catch the eye of a guy or two.”
Cadence was about to protest, then she paused. She had...basically no one. And here was one of the only people who seemed to want to be her friend… why not.
“I guess it’s ok… It sounds like you are talking about Zecora.”
“Zecora...So exoitic!”
“Yeah… Well, she probably is in class now so…”
“Oh I’ll wait, I want to check first though if you don’t mind.” After getting the directions from Cadence, she left the office and made her way through the school. It was only a short walk until she got to the room she was looking for.
Peeking through the blinds, she sees her goddess teaching a class full of mostly bored students. The only thing that any of them seemed to focus on was the teacher’s body. Now, Frida couldn’t exactly blame them, but Zecora clearly loves what she is teaching. She could see that passion behind it, even if the class's boredom was weighing on her.
“Well,” Frida said to herself. “I have some time to kill. Guess I’ll help Cadence out a bit.”