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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.
"Jessica..." How to say this? "Jessica, with some others, pulled a prank on me. She made me think she was interested in me and maneuvered me in an embarrassing situation. She... It doesn't really matter what she did, does it?"
Stroup leaned forward giving him an even better view of her cleavage. Her breathing was deepening too. "Hmmm, I suppose not right now. But I take this to mean she isn't your girlfriend?"
"Ah, no." But it was an interesting question. Did what they did and almost did mean she was now or...? "She isn't. So it was kind of awkward when Ms. Barson picked us to put the mats back together after class."
"I can imagine." Her hand was toying with a button. Before his eyes, she let it slip out of its hole effectively unbuttoning one more button. The atmosphere in the office was changing. Chris felt his dick growing stiffer in response to it.
"Yeah, especially because I still thought she was beautiful and kept sneaking peeks at her breasts." He couldn't believe he said that. 'What's wrong with me? Talk like that will get me suspended! Especially when you can't even drag your eyes from her tits. I'd really like to get a closer look. Argh, stop doing that. Get your head out of the sex and focus on not getting kicked out!'
Being so sure the principal would be furious at his words, Chris was completely unprepared for her actual reaction. Mrs. Stroup stood up and started to walk around her desk. "Of course you do," she said with understanding coloring her voice. She sat down on her desk now, not a meter away from me. "It's only natural that a vi- a young man like you wants to see breasts."
She leaned forward again, a finger stroking the valley between her tits. "It's completely normal! Yes, it's good that you appreciate a fine pair. You do think mine are good enough to watch, don't you?"
'What the hell?' Chris wasn't sure what was going on, but with that morning's prank fresh in his memory he felt it best to assume this was some kind of trap. Treat it as completely normal and don't give a millimeter more than the question required. "They're beautiful." That wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind. 'Okay, it actually was. Still, it can't hurt to flatter and I do think they're beautiful.' Mrs. Stroup's tits might have started to sag a little, their sheer size more than made up for that. What could he say? He was a breast-guy.
"Thank you. Now continue with your story."
"Ehm," it took a moment for Chris to figure out what story. "Right, so we put away the mats and after we'd dealt with the last one I was going to walk away when Jessica called me back."
"Chris, could I, I mean, could I have a minute here?" Jessica asked from behind him. Turning around, he saw her biting her lip and that she was fidgeting a little.
"Uh, sure." His own heart started to hammer. Being alone with her was rare enough, but actually interacting with her? With words? But he'd already been duped that morning, so that helped to keep a lid on his libido. "What's this about?"
Jessica seemed unsure. Her eyes were fixated on him and she seemed to be breathing faster now. "I-I want to apologize for this morning. I just want... could you not stand so far away from me?"
