Donna Carter had been letting her hair grow a bit longer, and had her shiny blond locks pulled into a ponytail; she had been doing a friend a favor, and had run the snack stand at the football game; she had finished cleaning and counting the money, and had dismissed the other staff. She was walking now to the locker room to give the money to the coach and the principle, who had told her to meet them there.
She was dressed in a long coat; underneath it, she had to admit she had dressed more than a little provocatively, but the coat was one which she would wear throughout the night.
Nevertheless, she felt a curious lightness in her belly as she opened the door to the locker room. Just as Principle Mathers had said, the locker room was deserted. She walked through the locker room, fiddling with the top button on the coat, and finally saw the coach's office tucked away into a corner of the room.
She walked over, and knocked on the door; it was opened by a slim, dark haired youth who she knew to be the coach's assistant and in charge of the audio visual lab for the students. He smiled at her, and held the door open.
Donna walked into the room, realizing that there were a lot more people there than she had expected. There were two young men sitting on the couch, and she recognized them as the quarterback, a tall handsome 18 yr old named Dave, and Rick, the rather ugly dark skinned fullback.
Principle Mathers and Coach Danner were seated on the other side of the room in large desk chairs, and Donna noticed a video camera standing in the corner of the room.
"Ahh, Mrs. Carter," Mathers said, standing up and walking toward her. He took her hand in his, and took a hold of the envelope with the money in it, laid it on the desk. "Maybe you could help us with something, Mrs. Carter -- it would, perhaps, keep people out of trouble."
"Um, well, I . . . umm," she glanced around the room. The two young men looked rather pissed off -- they were both dressed in tight t shirts and shorts. Bryon was fiddling with the camera, not paying any attention, but the coach was looking at her with his hard blue eyes in a way that made her shiver softly.
Tell him no, her small voice said, but she heard her real voice say softly, "Of course, I'll try to help," she said.
"That's great, Mrs. Carter -- here, let me help you with your coat," he said, and reached out and began unfastening the buttons of the coat. Donna stared down at his hands, but for some reason it seemed perfectly natural for him to be loosening her buttons.
"Anyway," he said, halfway done, "These young men were caught in here with a cheerleader, and despite the evidence they say that they are innocent, but they are having a hard time explaining why." The principle smiled at her, and then was peeling the coat from her shoulders. Donna shivered, and wanted to cross her arms over her breasts. The t shirt she had on was near skin tight, and hugged her tummy and large cantaloupe sized breasts perfectly. Her bra was clearly visible, as was the soft tit flesh pushing against the edge of it and her stiff nipples.
She knew that her sweatpants were almost as bad, and that if the men looked closely they would be able to see her 'camel toe'. Only she knew that she wore no panties under them.
"Um, so, umm, what do you want me to do exactly?" she asked, biting her lip, aware that Bryon was zooming the camera on her. Despite herself, she did cross her arms against her big breasts, but it ended up just drawing attention to them.
"Well, the guys say that we can't see it from their point of view, so if you could act as a kind of, uh, -"
"Like a re-enactment," Rick said, smiling widely. He could not stop staring at the gorgeous white chick, and had not believed it when the coach approached him with this. He was already officially graduated, just as Bryon and Dave were, and they already had scholarships in the bag.
"Oh, um, well, I -- uhmm, I don't know if that's a good idea," she said softly, shooting glances between the coach and the principle, and then down at the two boys sitting on the couch. She swallowed thickly, and felt her breasts starting to itch slightly; she could easily see their cocks through the shorts.
"Now, now, don't worry, we have the camera, and here, we have this form to sign," the principle handed her a clipboard -- it was all so official, Donna just glanced through the papers before signing them.
"That's great, Donna -- why don't you sit down between the two guys?" the principle said, and moved back to sit in his chair. Donna twisted her hands nervously, and then walked to the couch and sat down between the two 18 year olds, her hands clasped in her lap.
"So," Rick said -- he was obviously the smarter of the two, if not the more handsome. He was also bigger from the look of his shorts, Donna realized, and then blushed when she caught his gaze, and knew that he had seen her staring at his cock bulge. He smiled widely, "So anyway, me and my man Dave are sitting there, and the cheerleader comes up and sits down between us, coach, and she's all hot and flirtin' and showing off her tits and shit," Rick said, staring down at Donna's perfect breasts, tightly encased in bra and t shirt.
"Yeah, and then she says, 'Don't you guys wanna feel how soft my tits are?'"
Donna bit her lip, looking back and forth between the two young men. They were both staring at her slightly heaving mounds. "And she asked you to do that?" Donna asked, staring at them back and forth.
"Yeah, she did," Rick said. He reached out and laid his fingers on her forearm, and Donna shivered slightly. "Why don't you ask us? So the coach can see what it's like?"
"Um, well, OK, umm, do you, uhn, do you want to umm, to feel how soft my breasts are?" she stammered, shooting glances at all the men from under her lowered brows. She licked her lips, and was painfully aware of how stiff her nipples were.
"Yeah, but say 'tits', Mrs. Carter," Dave said from the other side of her. He too had started rubbing her arm.
"OK, Um, please, guys, feel how soft my tits are, really, I want you to, go ahead," Donna said, and out of pure instinct she reached up and cupped her own big, firm tit mound. "Did, um, did she do something like that to?" Donna asked, barely able to speak as she lifted her heavy breast slightly. Then she lowered her hand again, and pouted prettily, really getting into the role playing now, trying to concentrate, wishing that her nipples were not so stiff. "Come on, guys, I really do wish you just give them a nice squeeze -- I really like it when they're squeezed nice and hard, just feel how soft they are!"
"Are you sure?" Ricky asked, smiling down at the beautiful woman. Her lips were drawing his attention, full and pouting and covered with wet pink lipstick. He could not believe how gorgeous, or stupid, this woman was.
