Monday morning classes were dull and boring.
After an interesting weekend it was difficult getting back into a routine. For some more than others. Not just for the students. Teachers felt the exhaustion equally as much.
In an unexpected meeting called together by Principal Harding, four ragtag members of the faculty met in private. Dane Marko, William Beatty, Coach Jerry Dawson, and Trevor Stein joined him for a session of bragging. All comparing notes about their sexual exploits with Britney Foxx and her slutty Cheerleaders.
The powow lasted thirty minutes.
"Well Gentlemen? Did things go as planned?" Harding sighed loudly in his seat. They had chose to inhabit an unused classroom for their rendezvous point.
Dane Marko spoke up first, huffing with a well deserved chuckle, "Miss Apari was very cooperative. Amazing in fact. She went above and beyond my original plan. The bar we were in was quaint yet lively. The patrons certainly enjoying her body as I unclothed her. She even went so far as to engage sexually with her own Father. He was quite drunk and had barely any concept of what she was doing with him."
The Teacher's laugh amongst themselves. Hearing incest had happened made them think that they should have been there to see it.
Trevor Stein opted to point out that he had observed Tara Zellers fist herself. And enjoy the company of he and his brothers. Everyone nodded their approval. Picturing the blond bombshell naked save for her long rainbow stockings. Certainly an appealing vision.
Bill Beatty then represented his own adventure with the luscious redhead Dawn Lawrence. How their lakeside rendezvous led to a bi encounter with a cute young waitress. The addition of the young blond stimulating beyond measure.
Finally, Coach Jerry Dawson who waited to go last filled them in on Sophia Pope's threesome with he and his girlfriend. Since yesterday Sophia was all that his girl could talk about. Begging him to bring her back for more. He wasn't even sure that would be possible.
Principal Harding mulled over the idea that perhaps he could talk Britney Foxx into supporting a second lottery that might switch girls in a rotation so that each Teacher could sample all of the girls for themselves. There were zero objections to that idea. They appointed Harding their leader in all things forbidden.
He would certainly run it by the girls.
Between classes Britney Foxx and Cryssa Apari walked together. They too had gossiped over their shenanigans and how much fun they had. The incest subject coming up found both girls discussing their undying love of the Father's. Secrets that should shame them but was the furthest from any humiliation. Both girls could easily ponder more. In Cryssa's case however her Father had no clue what she had even done. Any further contact might never happen. Still, the thought lingered within her. Someday maybe.
"You've had my Dad. Maybe I should seduce yours." Britney giggles nudging her shoulder into her friends arm.
"Go for it. Get him drunk who knows what might happen." Cryssa pouts.
Dawn Lawrence shuffles amidst their stride, "I made a new friend. Her name is Kimber. She's bi. But, prefers girls. I was thinking maybe we could all get together sometime. Ride over and see her. Go swimming in the lake."
"Sounds fun. We have a lot on our plate though. Might be awhile." Britney frowns, "Prom is coming up. You know guys are going to beg to take us now that they know what we're like. Some serious Shady Hawkins stuff."
"Are you still making friends with Nancy? I noticed she's been dressing differently. How did you get through to her?" Cryssa chimes in.
"Made a pact and I expect all of you to be really respectful of her. We're still going to Daytona because of Nancy. Her friends might retaliate against her so we need to step up if they do."
Dawn points ahead of them, "Speak of the Devil. Here comes Nancy now."
Looking toward her Britney smiles and throws her arms out, shuffling toward her. Nancy rolls her eyes and looks around her to see who was watching before hugging Brit.
"What? Embarressed to be seen with me?" Brit sneers playfully.
"It's just that public affection thing." Nancy shrugs.
"No it's not. You're still worried what your friends might think of us being chums. Stop sweating it. News flash : We ARE chums. I think the world of you. So screw those punks."
"They're good people. I just can't abandon them."
"Who said you had too? They accept us. We accept them. All there is too it. So when are we going shopping?"
"I asked Mom for money. She gave me like $200.00. Won't buy much. But, my size it gets choosey anyway. I'm the plus plus one sized."
Cryssa snickers, "That's cute. I want to go shopping."
"Me too." Dawn jumps in excitedly.
"We should all go. Tara and Sophia too. We can bounce fashion off of each other."
Nancy feels edgy about so many girls going. Shying away Brit has to grab her by the shirt. In doing so her short term tug of war pops a button on Nancy's shirt. Her cleaveage opens up to reveal a larger amount of bosom.
"Oh crap. I lost a button." She glares down at her tits. Her very healthy tits. Her very large tits.
As she was staring down at herself one of the Bolger Brothers Wayne trudges towards them from his last class. Normally looking down at his feet the gentle giant this time looks up. Right into Nancy's space. His eyes easily note the difference in her cleavage.
Brit in turn nudges her, "Say hi."
Nancy clears her throat and starts to. At the last breath she turns in a panic. Eyes bulging from fear of rejection. Wayne Bolger looks disappointed. As he passes he waves at Britney and the girls. Brit motions for him to say hello but he too swallows and keeps on going. Brit slaps her forehead groaning, "Oh come on. How hard is saying, Hi?"
Nancy winces, "I couldn't. I'm hopeless."
"Do you want a Prom date or not?" Brit stomps her foot on the floor.
Both Cryssa and Dawn felt bad for Nancy. Neither ever once knew what rejection was. Let alone shyness. They would agree to boost her confidence. Nancy would need it.
Nancy lowers her eyes, "Yes. I do want a date to Prom. I'll ask him next time."
"No. He will ask you." Brit hugs her arm. This made Nancy smile.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Cryssa hops up and down pointing . Her monster chest bouncing wildly in her loose cleavage grey and black sports shirt.
All spy in the direction she was directing them toward. From the other end of the hall strolled the twin Bolger Brother Wesley. Beside him carrying her books was one of Nancy Barkers arch enemies. A busty strawberry blond with freckles. The short girl of 5'5 gave Nancy's build a run for her money. The blond was a cutie for certain but her size rivaled Nancy. Only dumpier. And, much less shy. Her 42D's made a serious statement.
"Lucinda Goines." Nancy whimpered.
"Go after Wesley instead." Dawn inspires.
"Wait. Huh?" Nancy turned pale. "
"Right. Better do it before he's Goines, Goines ,Gone." Cryssa chuckles.
"Yeah. If you don't he's Goines to lose his virginity to her." Dawn counters her pun snickering.
"I see Wesley sweating. He hasn't asked her or been asked yet. I can tell." Brit fidgets with bright eyes.
"Don't let Loose Ends Goines get him before you do." Cryssa keeps the puns going.
Brit begins to scowl. She hated when her girls began putting people down. Perhaps an intervention was required.
"Which is why you're going to ask Wesley to be your date." Brit eases over to grip Cryssa by her ahoulders. One swift index curl inside the cleavage of the Filipino beauty's shirt tugging the garment out for a better view.
"Open mouth insert foot." Cryssa pouts.
"Or, other things the night of Prom." Dawn laughs.
Nancy winces and gets really nervous. Eying Cryssa's breast exposure and the tender golden skin between and faintly beneath her sternum.
"I got this." Nancy takes a long deep breath. Without another thought she unbuttons another button on her shirt. Her milky breasts mounded behind a lacey white bra. They bobbed in force the second she advanced.
Turning on her heel Nancy charges like a Rhino pointing at her target. Where her confidence came from only Britney Foxx knew. Even Cryssa was clueless. Why was Britney still pulling her shirt out? Shrugging Miss Apari enjoyed her own view.
"Hi, Wesley." Nancy interupts their walk. The gentle Giant's twin brother the even Gentler Giant halts in step. His eyes raising first to see Nancy's breasts. The second of bright red cheeks instilled him to look up at her face.
"Hi, Nancy." He stuttered.
Eyes nervous but sparkling Nancy doesn't even look at Lucinda. For fear of chickening out. The shorter girl stunned by the invasion and sneering at her potential man.
"Would you be my date to Prom?" Nancy ushers with a strong willed performance.
Wesley's eyes flared and a smile grew on his face, "Sure!"
"WHAT?" Lucinda erupts with anger. She had been beaten to the punch. Slugging Wesley on the arm she storms past Brit and the girls. Now joined by Brit's brother Lance and Evan. Brit still holding Cryssa's shirt until it was all over.
Lance looks down Cryssa's shirt with a pucker, "Fish in a barrel." His hand slips down on a trajectory to palm Cryssa's right breast. "Caught a biggun."
Evan busts up laughing at Lance forcing Brit to realize his entry. Cryssa didn't even object. Her emotion at seeing Nancy succeed left her pouty and going, "Awww!"
"No. That's Awwwwesome." Lance chuckles until Brit releases her shirt and smacks his hand.
"Quit ruining the moment Dork." Brit snaps with a creased brow until he removes his hand. In turn planting his palm on Evan's face. Laughter ensued.
Nancy beet red bats her eyes at Wesley.
"I wasn't sure you would say yes."
"I think Lucinda was going to ask me."
"Would you rather go with her?" Nancy winces and nibbles her bottom lip.
"No. You're hot." He mutters shyly.
"I am?" She squeals unexpectedly.
Fanning her face wildly Nancy jumps up and down. Her tits motivated to dance for Wesley's pleasure. He was a man. He stared directly at them. Even after she stops bouncing. The crowd around them laughing at her reaction. His as well.
"Here's my cell number." She grabs a pen from her pocket and jots it down on his palm. Once written she fans herself once more before doing the unthinkable. She takes the same hand and palms it over her chest. Holding it there.
"Can you feel my heart racing?"
"No." He smirks. She in turn moves his palm left.
"Now?"
"No."
Moved to the far right he had now touched both breasts.
"That time?"
