2011 Sethp
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(This is a twisted little Christmas story. It was going to be a contest submission but I just couldn't finish it in time! I hope you enjoy it. It's a little flawed but I had a great time writing it. Thank you to PennLady!)
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Ellie oiled the slide of her silver trombone with the ease of habit. Band practice was over, but she always took extra time to polish and maintain her instrument and was usually the last one to leave. Band director Noel Perkins walked over to her. "You sounded great today, Ellie. In fact I think everyone sounded great."
"Thank you, Mr. Perkins." Ellie nodded but averted her eyes. She was a shy girl despite her beauty and musical talent, and had a hard time accepting compliments. "I think we sounded good too," she added, still polishing her trombone and not looking up.
"I'm not sure if we'll be as good next year without you and the other seniors," he said.
Ellie was eighteen and a senior in high school, so this was going to be her last year with the band. She had been accepted at Stanford, and planned to become a music teacher, just like Mr. Perkins. Music was her passion and she was one of the most talented students that Mr. Perkins had ever taught.
Mr. Perkins and a small group of students had been practicing Christmas music and Ellie was thrilled to get the chance to play downtown with the little ensemble. It had been her idea to form the Christmas band and Mr. Perkins had agreed. She adored Christmas; it was the best time of the whole year.
"Thanks for giving us the opportunity to play downtown this year," she said.
"You are very welcome," Mr. Perkins said, looking away a little too quickly.
She was going to miss her small town, her school and her band teacher. It was his encouragement that had allowed her to blossom as a musician the last couple of years. She didn't mind that Mr. Perkins stole glances at her large chest every chance he got. Lots of guys did. She knew it was just a part of being well-endowed. She knew it was silly, but the attention made her feel good. It was the nasty comments she sometimes got that she didn't like.
"Are you mentally ready to move to California?" Mr. Perkins asked as he gathered up the music stands they would need tomorrow night. "It's a whole different lifestyle there."
"I think so." Ellie placed the gleaming trombone in its case. "I'll sure miss it here, though."
"We'll miss you too," Mr. Perkins said, quickly looking up from Ellie's chest again and hoping that she hadn't seen him. "You still have half the school year left though, so don't look so heartbroken."
"Oh, I know," Ellie said, suppressing a giggle. She found it amusing that Mr. Perkins felt so awkward around her. She really liked him. Ellie was painfully shy but wasn't a virgin. Her first and only boyfriend, Manu, had seen to that. She was still bitter that he had left her for skinny little Suzy Smith who was a lot more popular and funnier and outgoing. Ellie hadn't dated anyone since her and Manu had broken up. She missed having a boyfriend and she also missed the sex.
Ellie pulled on her coat, grabbed her case and headed out to door as Mr. Perkins locked up the band room behind her.
"Okay, I'll see you downtown tomorrow evening."
"Yep, see you." Ellie headed home.
The next morning was a catastrophe at Ellie's house. The washing machine had sprung a leak while Ellie had been at school, and Ellie's mom and dad were out of town helping her grandmother move into an assisted-living facility. Ellie woke up late for school and discovered that most of her clothes, including all of her bras, were buried deep in the dirty laundry, as was her favorite sweater.
"Oh, no!" She rooted through the piles of dirty laundry. She'd been so busy with school work and practicing for the holiday music ensemble that she hadn't even thought about getting ready for this weekend. Her mother usually took care of the laundry.
Frustrated, Ellie threw down two handfuls of dirty clothes and went into her parent's room. Ellie and her mother were close in size except for their chests. Ellie was multiple cup sizes larger with massive breasts.
Ellie found a cute sweater of her mother's that would work, but she had to settle for a sports bra that did little to contain and support Ellie's massive boobies. The thick sweater helped a little bit, but glancing in her mother's full-length mirror, Ellie thought that she looked obscene. The sweater was way too tight and in the cold weather tonight, she imagined that the outline of her nipples would be visible.
"Great...just great," she muttered as she did her best to adjust herself. It was a nice green Christmas sweater that matched her black mid-length skirt and leggings. Although Ellie didn't usually mind the attention she got for her massive tits, she did her best to dress conservatively and minimize her figure.
She adjusted her glasses, sighed, and then hurried down the stairs to grab some orange juice. As she stared at the wrapped boxes under the Christmas tree, Ellie felt a little sad. She had enjoyed Christmas last year with Manu and despite throwing herself into her school work and college prep, she still felt lonely and sexually frustrated. It didn't help that her parents were never home. This Christmas was starting to suck. Ellie sighed again, grabbed her books and ran out the door.
School wasn't as bad as Ellie had feared. and when the final bell rang and it was time to go home, she was focused wholly on playing Christmas music.
She arrived to see Mr. Perkins unloading equipment from the back of the school van with a couple of other students. Her mother's thick sweater was very warm so she left her coat in the car. She hurried over to the van, her massive boobies bouncing up and down as she ran.
"Hi, Mr. Perkins." Ellie was out of breath when she reached the van.
Mr. Perkins turned to see Ellie running towards the van. Seeing her boobies bouncing wildly under her mother's sweater; he nearly choked to death on his hot cocoa. "H...ha...it's...hi..." he managed to stutter, wiping his mouth with his coat sleeve.
Ellie lifted her trombone case in front of her chest, causing Mr. Perkins to snap his head up and look at her eyes. His face turned bright red and he turned back to unloading the van. The students helping Mr. Perkins hadn't seemed to notice.
Ellie suppressed a grin, and grabbed a music stand and a folder of sheet music. Twenty minutes later, the small group of musicians had finished setting up in the town square, in front of the clock shop. It was the perfect location and already a small crowd of Christmas shoppers had gathered around.
"Ready?" Mr. Perkins asked, raising his hands in the air.
The group was ready, and on his signal they started playing "Hark. The Herald Angels Sing." They were halfway through their set of songs when an old man ran out of the clock shop and grabbed Mr. Perkins's arm, causing him to stop conducting. The band stopped playing as the old man glared at Mr. Perkins.
"Bah!" he yelled in Mr. Perkins's face. "You're scaring away my customers, and I can't even hear myself think in there. Clocks are detailed machines and I require peace to fix them. You need to move away. Go spread your Christmas crap somewhere else!"
"I'm sorry but, we have permission...we..."
"Permission, my ass," the old man said, turning beat red. "Be gone." Then he turned and went back into his clock shop.
"Okay." Mr. Perkins dragged a hand over his face. "Let's pick up and move to the other side of the square."
Ellie was starting to get angry, which was uncharacteristic. "But this is where all the shoppers are, and we're right next to the toy store and the coffee hut."
"I know. I know." Mr. Perkins shook his head as they all grabbed their gear and moved across the street. "We don't want to cause any ill will, besides, I know him. He donates a lot of money to the school and to the school's music program. It's just better if we move."
The rest of the evening went well, despite moving from their preferred spot. They group received a lot of compliments and well wishes. It was still relatively early in the evening when they finished playing. Mr. Perkins thanked them all and reminded them that he'd see them the next night; same time, same place.
After Ellie stowed her trombone and coat in the back seat of her old Honda, she decided to go back to the square to get a cup of hot cocoa. Even though it was cold enough to snow, Ellie was more than warm enough without a coat on. The coffee shop was right next door to the clock shop and still full of happy shoppers.
Ellie wasn't confrontational, but she found she was still mad at the grumpy old man from the clock shop. What right did he have to try to ruin Christmas for everyone else? With a cup of cocoa in hand, she decided to go in and ask him what his problem was. She didn't care who he was or what his connection with the school was.
The sign on the front of the clock shop said open, but it was dimly lit inside. Ellie pushed open the door and a bell jingled. There was no one in sight. The store was cramped with shelves full of clocks of all shapes and sizes. Two giant grandfather clocks stood guard on either side of the front door.
"Hello," she said.
There was no answer. She started wandering through the maze of shelves, amazed at the varieties of clocks. She navigated herself to the back of the store, where there was a small counter full of cleaning items and tools. A large antique cash register took up the biggest portion of the counter. There was an old fashioned bell-ringer next to it and Ellie pressed it twice.
"Hold your panties for Christ's sake!" a voice yelled from the back rooms of the shop.
Ellie was about to yell back but decided not to. Her anger was giving way to uneasiness; she wasn't so sure that she wanted to tell the grumpy old man off after all. She was about to turn around and leave when he appeared behind the small counter.
"Oh shit," he said looking her up and down. "I suppose you want to sing now, do you? Are you afraid that you haven't made my ears bleed yet?"
"What? N-no," Ellie stammered.
"Oh, you're a real conversationalist aren't you," he said with a chuckle. "I guess that's what they teach you these days."
"No...that's not so. I mean, I didn't come here to argue with you."
"Why are you here then? I suppose it's not to buy a clock is it?" the old man said to Ellie's chest. "This is a business, in case you hadn't noticed, and talking to high school kids doesn't pay the bills."
She thought to cover herself up with her coat and then realized that she had left it in her car. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at the old man. He was tall and didn't seem to really fit in the clock store at all. His large hands were splayed on the counter. Ellie summoned up her nerve.
"Why did you kick us out from in front of your store? It's Christmas!"
"Christmas is for young fools like you," he said, still gazing at Ellie's chest.
