The walk to Carl's house wasn't very long. The heels she was wearing weren't ideal, but she could manage the three-block trip. She enjoyed the cool evening air on her bare midriff and the stares she got from passing cars and people at her tits bouncing around in the blue shirt. She enjoyed the feeling of their stares, knowing that she was an object of desire.
She rang the doorbell to Carl's house and put her hand on her hip, arching her back to push out her breasts. When he answered, she gave him a second to take her in before stepping up to him, grabbing his dick, and kissing him. She felt his hands roll down her back, gripping her ass cheeks and pulling her upward. They kissed on his doorstep for a few seconds before he pulled her inside.
She pulled away, licking her lips. "Is your dad home?" she asked.
"Nah, he's working late tonight, so it's just you and me."
"Mmmm... good," she purred. Carl's dad was hot, but it sucked having to sneak around the house. She flashed him her cutest look, pouting slightly as she put her hand on his chest. "I've got big plans for you. Carl... where does Nadia keep her spare clothes?"
Carl looked down at Karyn quizzically, one eyebrow arched. "She keeps a few things upstairs in the bottom drawer of my dresser, for when she comes over after track. All dirty, though... why?"
She ran her middle and ring finger gently down his chest, smiling a sultry smile up at him. "You wait right here. I'm going to be right back."
She ran upstairs, closed the door to his room, and began digging through the bottom drawer of his dresser. As queen of the school's sweet little holier-than-thou clique, she didn't have a terribly interesting wardrobe, but Karyn could make it work for what she had planned. She stripped off her tight shirt and jeans and set them on the bed.
She fished a pair of Nadia's soiled panties out of the bag and flipped them right-side out before sliding them up her legs. Nadia didn't have much to speak of in the breast department--she was barely a b-cup, but Karyn didn't care. She loosened the straps on the bra and fastened it around her chest, her breasts spilling out of the cups obscenely. She worked the shortest of Nadia's skirts--a knee-length affair on her but shorter on the taller Karyn, particularly when rolled once at the waist. She found a white button-down short-sleeved blouse in the bag as well and pulled that on. She couldn't button it around her cleavage, so she left the top 4 buttons unfastened, leaving her massive breasts in full view.
Now she was ready for the finishing touches. Mimicking Nadia's most common hairstyle, she put her hair up in a ponytail. She fished a spare cross necklace and a pair of cross earrings out of the jewelry bag Nadia had left in the dresser. She let the necklace hang low, resting in the crevice between her breasts. She pivoted and looked in the mirror and smiled. Her look--some kind of obscene pornstar funhouse mirror version of Nadia--was complete.
She walked back downstairs and into the living room, where Carl was playing Madden. "Hey Cookie," she said somewhat sarcastically using the nickname Nadia used for him, "I've been thinking about you all day and I'm reeeeaaaaally wet." She flashed a seductive smile as she ran her hands down her breasts, past her hips and down her thighs.
Carl stood up, clearly at attention in more ways than one. "Karyn? Are you wearing Nadia's clothes?"
Karyn sashayed over to him and placed her finger on his lips. She pouted and looked up at him with her big green eyes. "Sweetheart, you know I can't stand that tramp." She gave him a big evil grin. "Call me Nadia."
