[ENF] Owen's First Time

[Gao]

It pleases me to welcome back one of the OG OC's of ENF, Owen, the awkward nerd with telekinesis and an enduring lust for women!


Owen was the perfect poster child for nerdhood. Scrawny, thick glasses, bad haircut. He was a senior in high school, and his voice still hadn't changed! But life wasn't all bad. In fact lately it had been quite good! It all began to change for him about two years ago...

Owen never understood the why or how of his strange powers. It was something he rarely questioned and barely controlled. But he would never forget the first day his strange gift manifested itself.

It was his sophomore year. He was in the library to do a report for History class, and having a terrible time of it.

Normally, the school library was tended by some old crone, but that day said crone was out sick. Her substitute was a young woman by the name of Miss Carlyle.

Owen would never forget the way she looked- dark, wavy hair pulled back in a bun, with a few strands hanging here and there, dark eyes behind wide-brimmed glasses, a few freckles on each cheek. But it was her outfit that started all of this- a tight black cotton skirt that came down to her knees and a snug V-neck green sweater with 6 buttons down the front. She had full hips that pulled the skirt tight over her round ass, and the most perfect breasts Owen's perverted high school mind had ever seen. Even without bending over, a slight crack of cleavage was always visible. Miss Carlyle usually subbed for the younger children, and usually didn't feel comfortable around the older kids.

Owen's boyish ineptitude put her at ease, though, and she was happy to help him with his project. Owen, however, was not quite so relaxed. He was usually speechless and nervous around girls his own age. Around a woman like Miss Carlyle, he was nearly frozen. The best he could usually muster was a slack-jawed nod.

Miss Carlyle led him through the stack to find the books he need. Owen followed behind, carrying the growing stack of books. She climbed a ladder to retrieve something from the top shelf, putting her ass at eye level. Owen was mesmerized by the cheeks bound under the tight fabric, and how they shifted back and forth as she moved the ladder.

He studied every detail- the stressed zipper, the sharp panty lines. Suddenly Miss Carlyle turned around. She looked down, then at Owen, his arms loaded with books, and then up and down the aisle. Owen looked back nervously and began to sweat. Maybe she knew he was staring at her ass?

She shrugged and returned to her search. She found the book and began to climb down, sticking her ass out a bit. Owen watched as the bubble-shaped cheeks rolled back and forth. He wonder what the felt like... Miss Carlyle jumped! She almost fell from the ladder, and clung to it precariously. One of her boobs was sitting on a rung, and her sweater pulled up a bit, revealing her pale belly. Owen jumped too.

"Owen, did you see anybody..." she began. "Oh, never mind" They brought the books back to a table. Owen carried the stack low to conceal the bulge in his jeans. They scattered the books out and began to sort through them. Owen couldn't get the image of Miss Carlyle's ass out of his mind. Then he noticed that as Miss Carlyle leaned over the table, Owen had a clear view down her sweater. He could make out quite a bit of the pale skin of her tits, as well as some of the shiny white material of her bra. He watched them shift around as she reached across the table.

At one point she giggled at Owen paralyzing shyness, and her tits jiggled wildly. Owen almost fainted! If only she had a button undone. That one button pulled tight against her bosom. Suddenly, that button popped off and fell silently too the carpet.

Owen was shocked! She didn't seem to notice as her tight sweater yawned wider over her full breasts. From the front, he could see clear down to her navel, and from the side he could see the full of either tit. They looked so round and firm...

Miss Carlyle began to look bothered and uncomfortable. She glanced around the room nervously. Owen noticed her nipples had become hard. He had seen this on other girls before, but on Miss Carlyle it was truly amazing. She leaned over and continued sorting the books. Owen just nodded dumbly and memorized her swaying mounds.

As she leaned across the table, Owen had a perfect view of her bra-clad breast. He could see the shape of the nipple jabbing at the material. Dammit! he thought. If it wasn't for that bra, he'd be able to see her whole tit! Then there was a quiet snapping sound.

Miss Carlyle stood up quickly, her eyes as wide as dinner plates, and one breast hanging noticeably lower than the other. There was another “pop” and her other breast settled down as well. She folded her arms across her chest and quickly excused herself.

She returned a few minutes later, looking more anxious than ever. Her top button was replaced with a paperclip. Her breasts seemed to bounce quite a bit more, and Owen couldn't see any bra lines on her back or shoulders.

Her face was flushed and she had trouble speaking. Rather than continue sorting the books, she decided they should reshelf the books they didn't need. Owen was a little disappointed, but he was still dazzled at the way her tits moved unhindered.

As she bent down to scoop up some of the books, Owen watched the strain her tight sweater put on the paper clip. The soft metal unbent from the eye loop and hung from the fabric, useless. Her neckline spread open again, and Owen was boggled at how she still had quite a bit of cleavage even without her bra.

Miss Carlyle bent down to return some books to a lower shelf. Without her bra, her breasts hung too low for Owen to see the nipples. The sweater pulled tight against the weight, and creased around the next two buttons. He wondered if she had bought a faulty sweater, and if those buttons would pop off like the other one.

No sooner had the thought crossed him mind, than the two buttons popped off!

Miss Carlyle stood up as they fell to the floor, completely oblivious to it. So close! The neckline of her sweater now plunged well below the level of her breasts, and Owen could clearly see the side of either one! They continued walking through the stacks. She leaned down to another low shelf, but this time away from Owen. He was livid with frustration. Her tits were hanging almost completely out of her sweater, but he couldn't see them! He couldn't very well run around to the other side for a better look. She'd know for sure…

Still, there was plenty of books to return, so he tried to content himself with watching her curvy ass. As she squatted down, the tight skirt pulled creases across either hip. The straining fabric ribbed tight at the seams.

Owen wondered if she had gotten the skirt at the same place she bought that sweater. Sprigs of black threads appeared on either hip. Owen stared intently as opening appeared along the stressed seam. After a few minutes of squatting, Miss Carlyle had 3 inch long holes in the seams of either hip. Owen could see her dainty white panties, and even make out the lacy trim!

As she walked ahead of him, Owen watched the holes slowly grow wider with every step. He could see the top and bottom of the lace of her panties as they stretched over her hips.

They came to the spot where she had taken the book from the top shelf. It was the last book. She prepared to climb the ladder again. Owen's heart was racing, and fidgeted to cover his bulging groin.
Miss Carlyle paused for a moment and examined the book.
"Actually, I think you may need this..." She turned and headed back towards the common area.
No! No no no! Owen was furious but too afraid to say a word. Her bare breasts were bouncing freely right there, and he had never gotten a chance to see them! It wasn't fair! Miss Carlyle walked back into the common area. Owen followed close behind, hoping for one last peek.

Several older boys sitting at one table took notice of her and her dancing breasts. Owen was still watching the rips on her skirt with desperate intensity. The openings had almost reached her waist. Owen couldn't help but wonder if her whole skirt would give.

Miss Carlyle noticed the obvious stares of the boys and looked down. "Oh my God!" she yelped, and quickly clutched at her sweater. The waistband of her skirt gave as she spun back to Owen. The material began to slowly slither down, just over the top of her glossy panties. She looked at Owen in shock, and then at her underwear and white thighs as they slid into view.

She grabbed for her skirt. With no hand left on her broken sweater, Miss Carlyle's tits burst into the light. They quivered wildly as she tried to cover herself.

Owen was amazed at how pink and vivid her nipples looked in the fluorescent light. The boys began to cheer and hoot at the site of her satin panties and round buttocks.

She let go of the skirt to cover her ass. The skirt slipped to the floor in a heap of tatters. Miss Carlyle dashed behind Owen to shield herself.

He could feel her pert nipples and soft breasts brushing against his back. Owen was frozen where he stood. She fumbled with the sweater, trying to pull it back over her generous tits. "Oh no!" she whimpered.

"All of the buttons are gone!" The group of boys jumped up from the table and ran over for a better view. Miss Carlyle screamed and made a dash for the stacks.

Owen unfroze just enough to get a look at her long shapely legs and her round ass wiggling in the satin panties. My God, Owen though. If it weren't for those panties she'd be practically naked! Just as she got to the stacks, her panties seemed to "snag" on a metal bookend…

The material stretched away, revealing her smooth white ass. She desperately pulled at her panties trying to free them, but they wouldn't budge. The boys were approaching quickly. As she turned sideways for better leverage, Owen got a flash of lush dark bush.

His jaw dropped and her panties ripped apart.

Miss Carlyle stumbled and screamed. She thrust one hand to her crotch and tried to contain her breasts in the ruined sweater with the other. Without the buttons it was hopeless. As she tried to cover one boob, the other popped out.

The boys were in hysterics. Several students and teachers had wandered into the library to see what the commotion was about. She ran back to the common area to the remains of her skirt.

"Owen, please! Help me" She fidgeted from foot to foot in obvious humiliation. Owen stared blankly for a moment and then grabbed her skirt from the floor. He held it up dumbly, not knowing what to do.

"Put it on me!" Owen nodded, and reached around her waist. His face was pressed into her soft warm cleavage. He felt his fingers glide over the crack of her ass. She sn*tched the material from him and began to run for the office on the other side of the library. The skirt shredded into black rags as she ran, her bare white ass ripping into view.

Her breasts bounced out of control, on display for the growing crowd to see. Finally she made it to the office, and locked herself inside until the school nurse brought her some clothes.

Unfortunately, Miss Carlyle was never allowed to sub at Owen's school again, but on the bright side, he was just beginning to discover his strange powers and all of the devious things he could do with them...

[Chasmo]

Gao -- thanks for posting this again. I think I read for the first time in 1997 or 1998 when you posted it on Epizoodies or some such site. Truly a classic!

[Mortimer]

Always enjoyed the Owen stories, specially when the clothing misshaps are described as if ocurring spontaneously .
Can we hope for a recollection of all the stories?

[crapycrapycrap2]

Apparently this character has other stories? Where might I find them?

[Mortimer]

Originally Posted by crapycrapycrap2

Apparently this character has other stories? Where might I find them?

Aah! Good luck with that...
I know of 5 stories, and been told there are others, but NEVER managed to find them again in any forum or archive I looked through.
With a bit of luck the others will be posted here...

[utopianmirage]

I would love to read them too!