Sue gets close to Carrie and learns about one of her deep dark secrets. Contains sexual content and ridiculous moments. Please review!
"This is crazy."
Chris Hagrensen put in a lot of effort to stay away from the soccer field when it came to gym class so her best friend Sue Snell was really pushing it by taking her there after final bell.
"You want to pass English, right?"
Chris sighed and followed the star cheerleader to the bleachers. When she told her that Carrie White, the school and maybe the whole town's biggest outcast was doing her homework for her she thought she was asking for trouble. They could see Carrie sitting on a bucket under the bleachers drawing on paper, scribbling out some kind of masterpiece.
Sue never thought much of Carrie White before, just like the other girls; she was never really a bully but she wasn't a friend either. Carrie wore old clothes, no jeans because her religious mother apparently didn't believe in women wearing pants but made sure she always covered herself. Carrie's hair was always uncombed and in a tangle. She wasn't exactly an ugly girl but it didn't help much that she was so meek, not much of a talker and she walked hunched over. She only started taking notice of her when she caught her watching her. When Sue was in the middle of cheer practice one evening she caught Carrie watching from behind a tree when she was at the top of the human pyramid; she almost lost her balance.
Carrie never missed a practice even if Sue couldn't make it. Sue seemed to be the only one to see her watching, to know she was there. Those eyes of hers, those dark rings underneath them. What was she thinking? Sue didn't rat her out or anything, she wasn't doing anything wrong. Maybe she wanted to try out? Doubt it. Carrie watched her during classes too. She sometimes wouldn't blink. She didn't react to Carrie the same way Chris did. Chris wouldn't be able to put up with that. She hated her, she would yell at her in the halls if she was in her way. The only time she didn't watch her was in the locker room or the showers. Carrie always showered alone. Sue wasn't afraid of her. In some ways she liked the attention. She didn't get that from Tommy Ross. They had seen each other off and on the past couple months.
"She's stalking you," Chris' words. This only made Sue excited. Thoughts of anyone having some deep obsession with her sounded thrilling. She had binged this show about a stalker and was titillated by the thought of anyone watching her while she slept. She knew Chris liked that show too but more as a guilty pleasure; she would always kind of just say stuff to Sue to get a reaction to her. "Could you imagine if someone drew pictures of you and had all of these crazy fantasies?" She also would flirt with everyone, claiming to be pansexual but Sue knew Chris and she just seemed to be trying too hard to piss off her parents and get attention. Sue never really thought about other girls before, she wondered if these feelings would change. She was curious about a few things. It was that age.
One day, Sue decided to go talk to Carrie, get to know her. She didn't have cheerleading practice but went on the soccer field anyway. So alone, not even a groundskeeper in sight. She saw Carrie drawing circles on a piece of paper as she sat on that old plastic bucket.
"C-Carrie?"
Carrie stopped drawing the circles and looked up at the tall blonde trying to look over her shoulder. She didn't try to hide her creations but she did act reserved about anyone being there.
"What are you working on?"
Carrie didn't answer, she let Sue step closer to see circles yes but...
"Are those...boobs?"
Carrie took the paper and crumpled it in her hand. "N-no."
"That's um...that's OK," Sue smiled.
"It...it is?" Carrie asked, letting the paper ball fall on the ground.
Sue walked around to face her, Carrie still acted like she wanted to hide.
"Yes...those looked...really pretty."
Sue's smile was contagious. Carrie found it too hard to look directly at her, she smiled and moved her hair.
"T-thank you."
"Do you draw Miss Desjardin's boobs?"
Carrie bit her lip, doing what she could not to laugh. Their redheaded teacher was notorious for having a very large bust, much bigger than a gym teacher should be allowed to have; like someone put two dodge balls under their shirt and tried to pass it off as normal.
"Some times."
"Wow," Sue said, humoring her, "You must really like boobs then."
Carrie nodded, her face was so red Sue actually thought it was sweet.
"I like them too. I really like Miss D's. It's one of the only things I look forward to when I go to gym class."
"Me too," Carrie said, brining her head up straight, "They're so big and they bounce sometimes."
Sue liked how excited Carrie got when talking about them, "The best is when she isn't even wearing a bra. I bet they break really easy."
"Yeah like when she does jumping jacks," Carrie said, laughing.
"I bet she has to get them custom made."
After laughing about their teacher, Sue was able to get a few words out of her that weren't boob related.
"So do you like cheerleading?"
"Uh," Carrie kicked a little bit of dirt with the toe of her shoe.
Sue bent down, leaning in a little closer to her, "Have you ever thought about trying out?"
Carrie still couldn't look her in the eye, "No...I'm...no one is as good as you, Sue."
Sue loved how bashful she was just talking to her. She shrugged innocently, "I don't know about that."
"You can do the splits. No one else can do that. I couldn't."
Sue smirked, "Well...I guess I better get going..."
"Oh," Carrie said, the sound of disappointment in her voice.
"But maybe we can talk some more in a day or 2."
Carrie smiled widely, "Great."
After that Sue did come back to talk to Carrie in secret; Carrie would show her new drawings. When she had no time to talk she would wave from the middle of the field in the middle of practice, Carrie would watch her stretch behind the bleachers, all you could see were her intense eyes and the dark circles under them. Sue liked talking to Carrie whenever she could, she felt like she could talk to her about anything, things she wouldn't dare say to Chris or any of the other girls in her class; or her boyfriend for that matter.
"I'm thinking of breaking up with him."
"Tommy Ross?" Carrie's eyes got all big like Sue revealed she had some kind of incurable disease.
"Yeah...it's just not...it's just not going to work out I don't think."
Carrie could see the pain in her eyes, the first time she really looked directly at them. "But you're the school's best couple. Everybody says."
Sue had to laugh at that, "Well, sorry to disappoint everyone."
When Sue saw that she was failing English because having almost no free time, she thought about asking Carrie; Carrie was probably the best student in that class.
"Carrie," Sue asked, "You're really good in English, right?"
"I guess."
"I'm failing and I really don't have time with cheerleading and stuff. Do you think..."
"You want me to do your homework?" the look on her face, this innocent scared look made Sue feel guilty.
"Well...," Sue stalled, scratching the back of her head, "Yeah..."
"Uh...," Carrie was likely petrified by that concept alone. What if she was caught? Maybe Sue wouldn't get in trouble, she was one of the most popular girls in school but she was a nobody.
"No one has to know," Sue smiled awkwardly. Carrie stared at the ground again, nervous about taking on this task, "I really don't want to graduate late." She pouted, Carrie saw this and hesitated to say yes. Sue had an idea to put her fears to rest, "I can pay you."
"Pay? You...You don't have to do that."
"Well how about I show you my boobs?"
Carrie's ears perked up, "Your boobs?" Most people at this school would kill to see Sue Snell's boobs; this had to be a joke but Carrie wasn't sure.
"I thought you'd like that," Sue smiled warmly, "Not even Tommy's seen them."
Carrie bit her bottom lip, she would see real, live human boobs in the flesh. "You would really let me see them?"
"I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die." Carrie wasn't answering right away, she instead looked up at Sue like a stray cat waiting for food to be served. She decided to give Carrie a little sneak preview and lifted her shirt, Carrie was almost knocked off her bucket. It might've only been a pink pushup bra but it was enough to make Carrie's ears burn. She agreed to help her out and with any other homework she might need done.
"Very funny, Snell," Chris replied when she wondered how she was doing so well in English and math all of a sudden. This sparked Sue into taking the doubting brunette to the bleachers to prove this was how her and Carrie's arrangement was.
"Hi, Carrie!" Sue said, practically singing when she walked up to her with Chris at her side. Carrie's face froze when she saw the mean girl with her. "Don't worry. Chris won't bite." Chris folded her arms and waited to see if both were serious. "You have something for me?"
Carrie nodded and took Sue's English paper out of her bag all nice and ready with perfect penmanship. Sue smiled knowing she was waiting to see the goods again. She lifted up her shirt for exactly ten seconds, it was all Carrie needed to make a mental photograph of them. When Sue put her perfectly round milky white breasts away she turned to a mortified Chris. Carrie handed over the papers to Sue.
"I can't believe you."
"See?"
"This is nuts. You show her your boobs every time you need shit done?"
"Yes that's what I told you," Sue smiled smugly.
"That's stupid, why doesn't she take a picture?"
"Mama would find it and I'd never be allowed to come out of my room," Carrie said, chiming in.
"Go on, Chris," Sue said, nodding her to go ahead and ask her.
Chris sighed and took out a couple pages of math homework, "You good at algebra?"
Carrie nodded, she eagerly stared at her chest; maybe slightly bigger that Sue's but not as perky. "Are you going to give her a little taste?" Sue said, leaning into Chris, playfully intimidating her.
Chris rolled her eyes and lifted up one half of her shirt and showed Carrie a hard brown nipple. Carrie took Chris' homework right out of her hand, almost ripping the paper.
"God, she's so easy!"
Chris's shirt lifted up again without her doing it, no wind, Sue was right there but she wasn't touching her. It was weird but she thought Carrie was some how to blame despite the fact she was a few feet away.
"Whatever. I'm going home. Later bitch. Later creep." As Chris walked away her shirt kept finding new ways to lift up.
Sue laughed harder every time she saw Chris struggle. When she turned back to Carrie she noticed the strained look on Carrie, her narrowed eyes, like she concentrating very hard on Chris. Was she to blame? Sue didn't get it.
"I wish Miss D had homework I could do," Carrie smirked. When she had this thought Chris walked normally back to the school parking without any more wardrobe malfunctions.
Sue wasn't sure what it was but there was something else to make Carrie seem more fascinating.
To be continued!