Unable to control her excitement, Natalie Junswick approached her friend in haste. The words were out of her mouth before Tonya could turn from the open locker.
"Guess who's driving me home?"
"I'm guessing it's no longer me," Tonya responded in a drab voice.
"That's a good guess."
"So, who's the lucky guy?"
Natalie's smile was flawless. The blush on her cheeks could've been mistaken for sunburn. In her entire romantic life, no man had ever made Natalie feel so vulnerable.
"Mr. Randle."
A chemistry book struck the floor between the locker and Tonya's feet. A short silence proceeded, then Tonya whispered in a controlled, but adamant voice.
"Are you serious?"
Natalie's smile widened, putting her perfect teeth on display. Since losing her virginity three years ago, she has often fantasized about having a sexual encounter with an older man. Mr. Randle represented the ideal older man. He was tall, sexy, cute, and Pleasant Point High School's best substitute teacher, which made him accessible.
"How'd you pull this off," Tonya asked in astonishment.
"It's raining outside. I embellished, told him I didn't have a ride home, and begged him not to make me walk in the rain. After a couple minutes, he agreed."
"Sounds too easy."
"I don't work alone," Natalie joked.
Natalie's breasts were squeezed violently against the thin material of the tight pink tee-shirt she wore. Her nipples were clearly imprinted against the fabric, which offered Mr. Randle not only a cheap thrill, but incentive for the fifteen minute drive to her house in Babylon Heights.
"What if he wants more than a peak?"
"Maybe I want to give him more than peak," Natalie said.
"You can't be serious? He's a teacher."
"But he's also a man. No man can refuse a pretty face and a nice pair of tits."
Behind them, Pleasant Point High School's population of students continued to empty. Lockers slammed shut, many different voices blended into an irritating clatter. Tonya picked up the chemistry book, and shut the locker.
"Would you actually have sex with a teacher?"
"Not any teacher. But I'd let Mr. Randle fuck me."
"Seriously?"
"Very serious. I'd suck his cock, lick his balls-"
"Thanks for the visual."
"I kind of like the visual. Can you imagine Mr. Randle's big black cock lodged between my pretty pink lips?"
"You're as disgusting as any boy in this school," Tonya commented.
The two girls headed out of the building. Tonya continued to question Natalie's motivations, but her words went unheard. Natalie was lost in her own world, pondering the possibilities, speculating whether she could turn fantasy into reality.
***
Tonya's dilapidated beige station wagon pulled out of its space between two expensive cars. The rapidly intensifying rain contorted Natalie's vision so badly, she barely noticed Tonya waving when observing her through the passenger side window. A moment later the station wagon was gone.
Natalie made a dash for the section of the parking lot reserved for teachers and other faculty members. Fathers and sons noticed her breasts bounce through the soaked material of the pink shirt. Although she didn't completely like giving every man in the parking lot a peak, the lust this exhibitionism inspired made Natalie more desperate for Mr. Randle's touch.
She found Mr. Randle's blue Corolla after a three minute search, and waited impatiently outside the passenger side door. The rain fell at a gentler pace, but Natalie was already soaked to the skin. Erect nipples poked through the wet shirt. She wondered how Mr. Randle would respond to her nearly exposed chest. She pondered whether he was willing to jeopardize his career to give her what she needed.
Before her nervous, overactive mind could plant seeds of doubt in her scheme, a familiar voice summoned her.
"I see you found my car without a problem," Mr. Randle said. "But it seems you got soaked anyway."
Mr. Randle held an umbrella in his right hand. He was wearing his white dress shirt and a pair of black pants. His brown eyes were warm and friendly, but his shaved head and goatee offered a more dangerous appearance. The clothes he wore didn't expose the body underneath, but Natalie imagined a body sculpted by daily exercise, and an active athletic life.
Once in the car, Mr. Randle apologized. "I meant to get out here sooner, but I got held up."
"No problem."
Natalie noticed Mr. Randle taking great strives not to glance in the general direction of her breasts.
"You teaching English tomorrow."
"Sorry. Mr. Phelps will be back."
Natalie attempted to draw attention to her chest by carefully prying the drenched fabric from her breasts. Several times, she caught Mr. Randle watching from the corner of his eye. She needed to grab his attention by any means necessary. This would be her last chance. Back at Tonya's locker, she hadn't been absolutely sure whether or not she would actually fuck Mr. Randle if the opportunity presented itself. After spending only a minute alone with him inside the car, her mind was made up.
Mr. Randle tossed his umbrella onto the back seat, and turned on the engine. Outside the rain had picked up its intensity.
"Buckle up," he said.
"Are you a reckless driver?"
"I guess you'll find out in a minute."
As a matter of fact, Mr. Randle was an excellent driver, but his focus was diverted between the road and Natalie.
Natalie was five feet five with red hair cut about shoulder length, captivating walnut shaped emerald green eyes, and an adorable, heart-shaped face. Her ass was bubbly, her lips were pink and full, but everything else about her was tiny: petite.
Her breasts had begun developing at an early age, so the boys have always been attracted to her. Boys, however, could only provide Natalie with entertainment at the movies, and free food at Burger King or White Castle, but none could provide for her what she wanted.
While disrupting her father's poker games, grabbing a snack from the refrigerator, she noticed her father's friends. The men were twenty to thirty years older than her, but each of their eyes, save for her own father, were locked on her breasts. At the time, she had worn clothing that had slightly concealed her greatest asset, but her breasts had been too large and full to hide, and the horny poker players had undressed her with their leering eyes. The experience had left Natalie with weak knees, and a yearning she could never quite satisfy.
Although she'd eventually tease her dad's friends: wearing more revealing outfits, accidentally rubbing her breasts against their backs, and bending over at the appropriate times, she never intended to actually do anything with those men. Natalie could've done to any of them what she pleased, but those guys weren't worthy. Mr. Randle, a respected substitute teacher, he was worthy.
"We'll be there in ten minutes," Natalie informed him. "Just don't forget to take a left on Archer Road."
"No problem."
Mr. Randle adjusted his sitting position. His eyes rarely left the road. Natalie could tell she was winning the battle, slowly breaking his resistance. She just needed to push aside his morals by executing one bold move. Out the corner of her eye, she saw why Mr. Randle continually adjusted his sitting position, and immediately knew what bold move she would have to make.
Stopped by a red light, Natalie sprung into action.
***
"Do you like my tits, Mr. Randle?"
Silence accompanied the question. She could tell Mr. Randle was searching for the perfect reply. The bewildered, caught-in-the-act, look on his face was slightly amusing. He resembled a teenager caught by his parents observing an issue of Hustler in the middle of the night.
"It's okay if you look," she assured him. "I like it when guys look."
"I'm not looking," he insisted.
"I can tell." Natalie pointed to the massive erection pitching a tent in his loosely fitted black pants. "Do you think they're nice?"
Once again, she could tell Mr. Randle was analyzing the situation. He'd gotten an erection staring at his own student's nearly exposed breasts, then he'd been caught, and worse still, his own penis had ratted him out. He wanted to find an escape from this situation with his job intact. Natalie needed to prove he could keep his job, and still act on his sexual desires.
"I've always had a big crush on you, Mr. Randle. I won't tell anybody about this. And if anything else happens, my lips will be sealed."
Mr. Randle studied her face, but remained silent.
Natalie pulled the shirt over her head. Her breasts were slightly withered by the wet fabric, but otherwise perfect. Creamy and full with pointy pink nipples, Natalie was offering Mr. Randle a rare delicacy; a natural set of eighteen year old, 34DD breasts.
The honk from a red mini-van behind them broke the silence. Mr. Randle's Corolla took off.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Feel them."
Natalie took his right hand from the steering wheel, and guided him to her breasts. At first his touch was hesitant, and she moved the open hand along, but more quickly than she had figured, Mr. Randle started working on his own.
He firmly squeezed her breast with his large hand, then pinched the nipple with expert fingers, causing Natalie's fragile body to shiver. He moved his attention to the other breast, squeezing and admiring with his hands and fingers while continuing to pay attention to the road.
