Note: All characters in this story are of legal age. All of the characters are well over eighteen years of age. In my haste to put this story out, I forgot to include this disclaimer. The female in the majority is nineteen years of age due to being held back a grade. All the other characters are eighteen and in the final months of their high school years.
**THERE IS NO UNDERAGE SEX IN THIS STORY!!!**
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The Art class was conducted in a mobile at the rear area of the campus and April was the T.A. of the class and was entrusted with the keys to the small trailer. She would often let herself into the classroom to work on her senior project, a sculpture of Lydia Lunch. The chunky teen had come in during the early hours and sat at her stool working in her own little world listening to garage bands on her I-Pod.
She didn't notice Brad enter the classroom, didn't notice him standing just out of her peripheral vision watching.
He'd seen her around and knew that she mostly kept to herself and that she was a loner. He'd have to be clever to get what he wanted. He'd have to be somewhat of an everyman to convince April. Earlier in the day, he'd been hanging out with some of the other jocks on the football team when she'd walked by heading into the school library. Everybody in school knew that April had an abnormally huge set of breasts due to one embarrassing afternoon when some of the guys on the baseball team had snuck up on her and yanked her overly large t-shirt over her head hockey style exposing her melons for the entire gymnasium to see.
It had only been a few moments of exposure but none of the guys in the gym that day could forget what they saw. The twin globes with heavy tan lines barely encased in the seemingly too small stark brassiere, tits so heavy that her large pink saucer shaped areolas were quite visible.
He watched the girl so focused on her work and locked in her own little world that nearly forgot why he was there in the small classroom. He abruptly collected himself and tapped her on the shoulder.
April let out a blood curdling scream that nearly knocked the jock on his ass before she collected herself and realized that it was a familiar face.
"What in the lord's name are you doing here Brad?!" Only a select few in the high school knew that the teens had been well acquainted since childhood and had spent an inordinate amount of time in Sunday school together. Brad's grandmother had taught the class and had even sought to separate the fast friends when their relationship had threatened to become something else.
She had acquiesced to their anger at being separated and given both of them matching rosaries. High school had brought changes to their friendship with Brad finding a niche as the star quarterback of the football team and her star fading into obscurity in her forced social role as the "moody, emo chick". Few knew of her secret shame as her breasts grew to ridiculous proportions. Her strict mother had warned against letting the world in on her bounty.
April was forced to wear large baggy clothing and sweaters during school hours and it was absolute hell. The clothing made her appear to be dumpy and frumpy and sweat rivers. Some of the resident bullies had started referring to her as Gerbil. She confided in Brad during the initial stages of her bullying and he tried to be her knight from time to time.
Time would force them apart and one incident ... It had been a rainy day and the teens had somehow ended up running home on the soaked afternoon. Brad was hanging out in her room watching television as she changed. She felt safe with her childhood buddy and decided to put on a cotton sundress that she liked to wear around the house.
The look on his face when she emerged from her bathroom told the tale and in mere moments the former friends and bible study classmates were dry humping and spooning like there was no tomorrow. Things had quickly progressed as Brad's hungry fingers found their way into her heart covered panties and hungrily rubbed her sex to an uncomfortable and slippery admission of lust. April was uncomfortable with taking things further but had freed his turgid, monstrous cock from his wet jeans and began jerking him off. Brad was impatient roughly groping and squeezing her too sensitive breasts in some sort of ape like frenzy.
She'd tried to get him to slow down a bit, but he would not be deterred from his lust fueled goal ripping the cotton fabric of her simple frock and sending buttons flying everywhere as he finally pulled her tits free and began suckling them mercilessly. He was like a mad man as he completely covered her large triple D breasts with drool and saliva in a matter of moments. She had always considered her strawberry colored nipples small for her chest in comparison to her large cookie sized areolas, but on this rainy afternoon Brad had them painfully hard.
April had tried to calm him, but the muscular jock ground himself against her crotch trying to force himself inside of her. His steel hard cock got wedged into her underwear as she attempted to close her legs and Brad to his shame ended up cumming buckets all over the busty girl's panties and belly.
An argument had followed due to the jock's frustration and her immediate admonishment of the situation. He became exceedingly angry when she slapped his large hands away from her tits and told him that their "moment" was a mistake. He'd wanted to continue and pleaded with April when her mother walked in fresh from a frustrating day at work.
April wondered how she had kept her cool as the music teacher calmly asked Brad to leave their home and never return. He stormed crying into the rain as April called after him apologizing. For her part in the proceedings, she'd been soundly whipped senseless with an ironing cord and sent to a Christian youth camp for troubled teens. Unknown to her mother, April would be orally and anally sodomized by one of the counselors during her time there.
April would pack on forty extra pounds and change her look drastically to cope with her ordeal. Her mother remained in denial. Her father would leave the family to be with a waitress he'd been having an affair with.
She'd only recently been allowed to return to Maplewood High after her music teacher mother was convinced Brad had forgotten about her daughter. He was the "Big Man on Campus" and dating Melissa Reed, the Head Cheerleader and undisputed most popular girl in school.
When he was with his girlfriend, he behaved as if he'd never known her not even making eye contact. But he'd taken the chance to sneak back when Red wasn't looking and politely greet her if only for a moment.
"I miss you April." He suddenly admitted out of the blue. She turned from her project and stared back at him suddenly conflicted.
"You see me all the time-in the hallway and stuff." She stammered, tripping over her words secretly happy at his admission.
"You know what I mean April." He took a seat on one of the saw horses used in class as a combination easel and desk by the students. His dark eyes drunk in the sight of his long lost friend and momentary lover as she sat demurely in front of him and continued working.
"You're with someone and I thought you were happy." Her fingers danced over the putty as he loudly scooted his seat closer to the chubby teen.
"If you were around, I never would have been with Red." He admitted making the teen's heart jump a beat. She opted not to reply continuing her work until his large hand sought hers and in an instant they were making out again like they hadn't been apart even a day.
Once again, April found his large hands on her tits kneading them through her sweater and she welcomed the feel of his touch. He greedily reached under the bulky sweater and numerous t-shirts to finally get his fingers on her large full breasts. She winced in pain as attempted to pry the brassiere away from her chest in order to get his fingers inside.
She pushed his frenzied hands away eliciting a look of worry from the handsome jock. His eyes would widen as she slipped the bulky sweater and numerous t-shirts off that were used to suppress and reduce the look of her monstrous breasts to the outside world.
"Holy Shit, your tits have gotten bigger."
"Yeah silly, I'm a 42G now. You don't think I'm too big do you?"
"Fuck No!!" He marveled at the size of his childhood friend's breasts which ballooned out from her severely overmatched brassiere. She reached around to unsnap her bra and had difficulty unhooking the numerous straps.
"Uh, April-could you leave it on?" He asked earnestly. She dropped her hands to her sides puzzled and worried.
"I just, well I just kind of like the way your tits look in the bra." He explained.
"You know, you have a real fetish going on Bradford Tucker." April chuckled as she gingerly mashed her forearms against the outsides of her tits until the fleshy mams half burst from the top of her brassiere. Her small nipples were hard and inviting prompting him to take one into his mouth.
"Oooh, that feels so fucking good." She moaned as he cupped the underside of her huge tits in the palms of his hands. He was so gentle this time and she wondered where he had learned such tenderness. She'd seen his girlfriend and the small perky tits of Red had made her wonder if Brad had renounced his love of Big Tits.
He alternated sucking her breasts with full on spooning of her thin lips. She had soft features and big blue eyes with a button nose in the center of her face. He found her willing as he took her to the hard wood floor reaching under her skirt and past her tattered stockings.
"Careful, you need to cut those fingernails." She cooed as his fingers tore the crotch of her stockings to reach her small, tight nether lips. She was already sans panties figuring no one would ever know she had gone commando due to her many layers of clothing. She squirmed a bit as two of his large fingers rubbed the crease of her engorged vaginal lips making her cream profusely.
"That feels fucking good, yeah real got-damn good." His head was already traveling done over her doughy belly.
His lips were pressed against her sex kissing and licking with wild abandon until she was bucking her wide hips off the floor into his face. She was so wet at this point that she was practically sliding around on the floor. He'd stopped his ministrations for mere seconds to push his jeans down mid-thigh to reveal his rock hard monster of a cock. She became slightly alarmed when she felt his cock-head press against her opening and pressed her palms against his taunt toned abs.
"What?!!" He growled in response to her physical denial. She was taken aback and slightly afraid of his aggressive demeanor.
"It's so big, I'm afraid." She was honest and his grunting response partially frightened the chubby teen.
