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Chris studiously looked straight at the wall of the waiting room outside the principal's office. The silence in the room was only broken by the rattling of the keyboard as the secretary typed. But he was barely aware of her; most of his awareness was on Jessica Catterfield. A deep blush colored his face simply because he was in the same room as she. He'd always thought her beautiful, even had a crush on her, no matter how she and the rest of the in-crowd treated him.
Like what they'd done this morning. It wasn't anything painful, just humiliating. He could still remember how he wished, afterwards, that people would like him, that they would
reciprocate his own feelings.
Yes, he used words like "reciprocate". That was just one more thing that made him different. Which made it all the more unbelievable and fantastic when Jessica...
Her skin was silky smooth and felt so hot around his cock. Desperately he tried to hold his orgasm back, to keep this going just a little while longer. Looking down again, he saw her face dip to catch his cock-head between her lips as it emerged from between her perky breasts...
Chris wrenched his thoughts away from the memory even as his erection was starting to become obvious once again. 'Focus on what happened later,' he told himself. 'When the teacher caught us and marched us here.' That certainly did the trick.
Unfortunately, it also left him so jumpy that he almost had a heart attack when the door to the principal's office was opened. The gym teacher, Ms. Barson, came out and looked straight at him. "Mr. Jigger, the principal will be handling this whole affair herself. She wants to see you in her office now and," her eyes turned to Jessica, "she'll hear your side of the story after that." Without saying another word, she left.
He couldn't help but sneak a peek at her retreating posterior, even as he got up to shuffle into the principal's office. Ms. Barson wasn't tall, but she sure was curvy. 'And so is Mrs. Stroup,' was his first thought as he laid eyes upon the principal.
She was sitting behind her desk, looking at some file. Even her very conservative suit couldn't hide every hint of her impressive bust. Without looking up, she spoke. "Close the door behind you, Mr. Jigger, and take a seat."
Hearing that cold voice brought Chris back to reality. 'Stop ogling, you're in enough trouble as it is.' Which was easier said than done. He was good until he sat down, but when Mrs. Stroup just kept reading, his eyes started to wander.
Chris didn't seem capable of helping himself. He'd just had his first sexual experience, and it had been even better than he'd dreamed it could be. It had also been cut short far too soon. Now, when he saw a good-looking woman, his idle fantasies had some real-life experience to spice it up. It all served to make him hyper-aware of the beauty he was surrounded by.
At least that was his theory for why he couldn't seem to stop himself staring at Mrs. Stroup's chest. Her chestnut brown hair was done up so that Chris knew for certain that she wasn't surreptitiously watching him. Her blouse and jacket were still impeding his view and Chris found himself wishing they weren't. He wanted to get a better view.
Suddenly, Mrs. Stroup shrugged her shoulders as her hands took a hold of her jacket. She seemed to be trying to cool herself by fanning her jacket, then took it off and even proceeded to undo the top three buttons. The swell of her breasts was now revealed, and Chris confirmed they were easily bigger than Jessica's.
Thinking that, the scene in the gym flashed before him again. But this time it was Mrs. Stroup lying on her back on the mat, her tits wrapped around his dick. That mental image was the reason he didn't immediately notice he had been caught staring.
"Eyes up here, Mr. Jigger." His eyes did indeed fly up to meet hers, then almost back down before he thought better. His cheeks flamed red again, the hardening of his cock wasn't helping in that department, but he didn't apologize. That would be acknowledging what he had just done. No, better to ignore it.
"You wanted to talk to me, Principal Stroup?" He hated how meek his voice sounded. More like a small child than the young man he felt he was. After all, hadn't he and Jessica just...? 'Right, that's what got you in here too. Maybe sounding meek and harmless is better right now.'
Something softened in the principal's eyes. "Yes, I wanted to get your version of events before making a decision. Specifically, I want to know what lead to the situation Ms. Barson found you and Ms. Catterfield in."
He couldn't look her in the eye anymore at that reminder and his gaze went back down to her chest. 'The "situation" the teacher found us in?'
His lips closed around a stiff nipple. Underneath him, Jessica was squirming and babbling as she kicked off her shorts. "So wet...I need you in me...Got to apologize...Yes, show you how sorry I am...I didn't mean it earlier...That you didn't fuck me then...'
He didn't really get it all, it seemed as if she considered this some kind of apology for what had happened that morning. Or she was sorry it had been a prank, Chris didn't really have many brain-cells left at the moment he could devote to figuring that out.
His cock left a trail of precum on her thigh as he got into position. In the back of his mind there was a half-memory about protection, but he really couldn't be bothered to figure what that was about either. All that was real right now was the panting woman beneath him. That made the voice from behind them such a shock.
"What the hell do you two think you're doing?"
"Of course, ehm, I guess I should start with this morning," he told Mrs. Stroup's chest. 'Odd that she hasn't corrected me yet.' But he didn't look away on his own either; he was almost hypnotized by the rise and fall of those globes.
