Bill Gilbert, a 52 year old man, living from day to day on the money he received as a buy-out from his company, was getting restless. He long ago tired of day-time TV, chess games in the park, and looking after the little bungalow he inherited from his folks. He missed his wife of 20 years. She stunned him by coming out of the closet and went off to live with her lover, an older woman. He occasionally volunteered for a few events but decided he needed something more. A friend suggested he try substitute teaching. The money was not great but the challenge peaked his interest. He applied at the local board of education offices and in a few weeks was hired as a substitute teacher.
He started out with a few middle school assignments and in a few short months was transferred to the senior high school. Because the school was so overcrowded, some of the classes were held in temporary buildings, five in all, parked on the school grounds. His passion for history landed him in the senior class history group, in temporary building number 5. He gazed over the 30 or so students in his class on the first day. The regular teacher was pregnant with complications and unlikely to finish the term. With only a few days left in the school year, the seniors were understandably bored and anxious to graduate and get out. Nevertheless, Bill put a lot of effort in his work and on the day of the final exam, he felt that the students would probably do rather well.
Of all the students in the class, Emma was not the sort to attract attention. She had big brown eyes, a somewhat stocky build and short blond hair that framed a fairly common face. What did single her out from the rest of the 18 year olds, was a pair of enormous breasts. She never dressed to flaunt this but no matter what she wore, it always looked to Bill as if she had stuffed a pair of soft balls in her sweater. She always sat in the front row of chairs. It seemed to Bill that she craved his attention, always raising her hand to answer questions presented to the whole class. Her eyes never seemed to leave him as he walked back and forth, explaining the demise of the South during the Civil War. Eventually he dismissed her interest as a novelty from the regular teacher's regime.
Friday, the last formal day of school. Bill handed out the graded exams. The bell rang and all the students bolted from the building, rushing over to the main school to their lockers and freedom. All that is, except Emma. Bill was cleaning off the huge old desk, one of many donated by some government agency. Suddenly he was aware of Emma standing right next to the desk.
"Mr. Gilbert, could I ask you a personal question?"
"Certainly, Emma. What can I help you with?"
"Mr. Gilbert, do you think my breasts are too big?"
If she had hit him on the head with a baseball bat, Bill could not have been more surprised.
"What do you mean, Emma, why would I think you breasts are too big?"
"Well, she sighed, tomorrow night is the senior prom and nobody has asked me to go. I think they think I am some sort of freak with these big blobs on my chest."
Bill could see tears starting to well up in her eyes.
"Emma, this is the sort of question you should be asking the school nurse or your mother or somebody else. I'm just a substitute teacher, not a student counselor."
"But Mr.Gilbert, you are a man, an older man, and I thought you would know more about these things. The boys in this class are jerks, I think. They are all going with skinny girls who are more popular than I am. "
Bill was flustered, embarrassed by the fact that he had been caught staring at her chest a number of times by just a glance from her big cow eyes, and he avoided a direct answer and finished cleaning off his desk. When he turned back to Emma, she shocked him even further. She had opened her blouse and unhooked the bra from the front. Right in front of Bill's face were two of the most perfect tits he had ever seen.
Imagine, if you will, an Olympic ski jump, the long slope going downward and then swooping out. Emma's tits started out high on her chest and then swung down to a couple of large brown nipples. Underneath, they were every bit as large as two soft balls. Bill stared at the perfect pair, at a loss for words.
"See, Mr. Gilbert, they are too big aren't they? You can touch them if you want. They are not as soft and floppy like my mother's breasts."
With his brain numbed by the brazenness of this display, Bill's body acted as if on autopilot. His hands rose to touch the pink orbs. They were indeed firm yet most definitely squeezable. As he grasped the tits, Emma's eyes closed and her breath started to come in short gasps. He gazed at the wonders in his hands and he began to massage them, tweaking the nipples, pulling on them. Emma let out a moan and grasped Bill's head and pulled it into her chest. He pressed his face between the two tits and then turned to suck on a nipple. This set off another round of gasps from the 18 year old novice. As he continued to maul and suck, her body suddenly stiffened and she wrapped her arms around his head and fell forward. For a moment it seemed as though the chair Bill was sitting on would tip over backwards. Bill regained his balance and composure.
"Emma, we can't be doing this. If someone should come in here, I could be in very big trouble."
"Oh, Mr. Gilbert, I am so sorry. I don't know what came over me. When you started fondling and sucking my breasts, I felt a strange tingle all over my body and then I felt this terrific rush all at once and I nearly passed out. I didn't hurt you did I?"
"No, Emma, I'm OK but........"
