Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties

Chapter 232: Cumming At The Mall

Liam was walking through the campus with his phone out, reading Kelvin’s message.

*Kelvin~I’m taking some girl i just met out today. Wish me luck. Actually don’t, I don’t need it😜*

Liam looked at the message for a second and then put his phone back in his pocket.

He kept walking, his hands in his hoodie pocket, moving through the usual late morning flow of the campus.

Students crossing between buildings, someone kicking a ball near the steps of the science block, a group of girls sitting on the low wall by the fountain doing absolutely nothing productive and looking completely unbothered about it.

The afternoon had that quality it sometimes had on campuses, loose and unhurried, like the buildings were there if you needed them and nobody was going to push the issue.

Then something grabbed his arm from behind.

Both arms, coming around him from the back, and the contact was warm and immediate and soft in a way that made him register it before he fully registered who it was.

He turned his head.

Clara.

She had her arms wrapped around his from behind, her chin near his shoulder, her blonde hair falling forward around her face as she pressed into his back with a wide smile that she was making no effort to contain.

She was holding on with the specific commitment of someone who had spotted him from a distance and had made a decision about this before she even reached him.

Liam went still.

Around them heads were turning.

Two guys walking past slowed without fully stopping, their conversation dropping away completely.

A girl near the fountain looked up from her phone and leaned toward the girl beside her and said something.

Someone behind Liam made a sound that was not quite a word but communicated clearly anyway.

The reason was Clara.

She was wearing a pale yellow sundress, the fabric light and fitted, the neckline sitting low enough to show the upper curve of her chest generously, the hem stopping at mid thigh.

Her blonde hair was loose and catching the morning light.

Her blue eyes were bright and completely unbothered by the attention the two of them were currently generating.

And her boobs, pressed against Liam’s arm from behind, were making themselves very known through the thin fabric of the dress, full and soft and right there in a way that was difficult to be neutral about.

Liam’s hand was positioned, by pure geometry of the situation, directly in the middle of all of it.

His face went warm.

"Clara," he said. "We’re outside."

She didn’t move. "I know," she said into his shoulder. "I’m just happy to see you today."

He looked at her over his shoulder.

She was beaming at him with the specific energy of someone who had made a decision about how they were going to be today and was fully committed to it regardless of audience.

’I genuinely thought she was the shy type,’ he thought.

"Why are you especially happy to see me today?" he said.

She finally unwrapped herself from his arm and came around to stand in front of him, her hands clasping together in front of her, her smile still fully operational. "I need to go shopping for new clothes. And I don’t want to go alone."

He looked at her. "You want me to come shopping with you."

"Yes."

"Clara I don’t have a good fashion sense. I’m kind of like the wrong person you want for this. I own three hoodies and I wear them in rotation."

"You’ll be fine," she said. She had already reached out and taken his hand, her fingers finding his without asking about it. "Don’t worry about it."

She started walking.

He followed, not entirely by choice but not entirely against his will either, her hand in his, moving across the campus toward the main gate while at least four people watched them go with expressions that ranged from curious to genuinely annoyed.

He smiled at the path ahead of him.

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The mall on a Saturday afternoon was the mall on a Saturday afternoon.

People everywhere, moving in every direction, the ambient sound of it a continuous low roar underneath the music coming from near the food court.

Families moving slow.

Groups of teenagers moving fast and occupying more space than their numbers required.

Couples at the particular unhurried pace of people with nowhere specific to be and all afternoon available.

Liam and Clara moved through it together.

She was navigating with purpose, her eyes scanning the upper level signage as they walked, clearly looking for something she had already identified before they arrived.

She pointed suddenly, her arm extending.

"There," she said. "That one."

He looked where she was pointing.

A mid sized clothing store, the front window dressed with a seasonal display, warm lighting inside, racks visible through the glass.

A few girls coming out with bags, talking.

She dragged him through the entrance.

Inside the store the temperature was slightly cooler and the lighting was the specific lighting that clothing stores used to make everything on the racks look better than it would in direct sunlight. Soft music.

The particular smell that clothing stores always had, something clean and faintly sweet.

Staff moving between sections refolding things that customers had unfolded and would unfold again ten minutes later.

Liam looked around.

Predominantly women’s clothing. Predominantly women shopping for it. He was visibly the wrong demographic for the space and the space was not making any effort to pretend otherwise.

He noticed a girl near the back reaching up to the top rack, her jeans stretching across a very impressive situation as she extended upward, the fabric doing nothing to conceal what the fabric was revealing.

He looked.

Something grabbed his face.

Clara’s hand. Her fingers gentle but firm, turning his head away from the direction it had been pointed and toward her face instead. She had her cheeks puffed out slightly, her lips pressed together, her blue eyes looking at him with an expression that was communicating several things at once without using any of them as words.

He looked at her.

She held his face between both her hands for another second. Her palms were warm against his jaw.

"Only look at me," she said.

"Okay," he said.

She held the eye contact for one more beat to make sure the instruction had been received and processed. Then she let go of his face and turned toward the racks with the air of someone who had handled something efficiently and was now moving on.

"Sit there," she said, pointing at the low bench near the fitting rooms without looking back at him.

He sat.

She disappeared into the racks and he sat on the bench and looked at the ceiling and thought about the girl near the back and the jeans and then thought about Clara’s hands on his face and decided the second thing was more interesting and sat with that instead.

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She came back the first time in a light blue midi dress, fitted through the waist and flaring gently below, her hair still loose around her shoulders.

"Good?" she said, turning once in front of him, a small circle.

"Yeah," he said. "Really good."

She looked at him for a second like she was checking the answer for sincerity. Then she went back in.

She came back in a cream colored wrap top and wide leg trousers, her hands spreading slightly at her sides to show the full picture.

"Good?" she said.

"Yeah," Liam said. "That one too."

Back in.

She came out in a dark green fitted dress, short, the hem at mid thigh, the neckline sitting modest but the fit doing work the neckline wasn’t doing. It was the best of the three and she knew it from the way she stood in it, slightly different, more settled.

"Good?"

"Yeah," he said. "That one especially."

She stood there and looked at him. "You’re just saying yes to everything."

"Because everything looks good."

She crossed her arms. "Liam."

"I’m serious." He looked at her in the green dress. "You look good in all of it. That’s just the truth."

She looked at him for the moment she always needed to determine whether he was being genuine or just being agreeable. She concluded genuine. Her arms came down and her cheeks went slightly pink and she looked at the floor briefly before looking back up.

"Okay," she said quietly. Then she turned and went back into the fitting room and pulled the curtain across.

Liam sat on the bench.

He looked at the other people going in and out of fitting rooms.

A woman in her forties holding three pairs of trousers.

Two girls sharing a fitting room and laughing about something.

A man sitting on the bench at the opposite end with the specific expression of a man who had been sitting on that bench for a while and had accepted it.

Liam nodded at him.

The man nodded back.

A brief moment of understanding between them that required nothing further.

A few minutes passed.

Then the curtain opened again.

Clara stepped out.

She was wearing a white swimsuit. The fabric was fitted and minimal, the neckline cut low enough that her boobs were right there, the material stretched across them, the weight of them pushing against the fabric. The bottom was high cut on the sides, the curve of her hips and the full shape of her visible from every angle the fitting room lighting was providing, which was every angle. Her blonde hair fell loose around her shoulders and her blue eyes found him immediately when she stepped out.

She reached up and stretched the fabric at the neckline slightly with two fingers, assessing the fit. Then she turned sideways and checked the hip section the same way, pulling it slightly and releasing it, completely focused on whether the swimsuit was doing what a swimsuit was supposed to do.

Liam sat on the bench and said nothing.

She turned to face him fully and looked at him with a questioning expression, her chin slightly raised, waiting.

He had nothing.

The words existed somewhere but the connection between where they were and where they needed to get to had been temporarily interrupted by what was currently standing in front of him in a white swimsuit in a shopping mall fitting room area on a Saturday afternoon.

He sat there.

She watched him not say anything for a moment, her expression shifting.

"It’s bad," she said. Her face fell slightly and she turned and went back into the fitting room and pulled the curtain closed behind her.

Liam sat on the bench and looked at the closed curtain.

Then he smiled.

’Maybe, I should join her inside this time’