You visit the Counselor.

Knocking on the counselor's door, you wait for her 'Come in!' before walking in. April Hudson, the school counselor, is wearing a white strapless dress, her size D breasts straining at the fabric.

"Can I help you, James?" she says pleasantly, setting down a romance novel.

How are they staying in there? you wonder. Wracking your brain, you ask her, "How soon is it to get serious with a girl I like?"

As she thinks about that, you admire the swell of her breasts behind her wood desk.

"Excuse me, but my eyes are up HERE."

Damn! Of COURSE she'd notice. You think, "I wish that, no matter what, she won't get offended with me or see anything as strange or unusual."

As she begins reciting school policy, you admire her bosom. "I wish she would take off her clothes," you think.

Still talking, she stands up. Turning away, she slowly unzips the back of her dress and, bending over, gracefully steps out of it. She turns and faces you and you have your first look at her firm breasts and nipples. DAMN! They're amazing! Big without looking grotesque. Her nipples are an average size, but look small on her ample boobies. As she steps out of her panties, you glance down and get a brief glimpse of her small, dark-haired triangle, before returning to breasts.

"I wonder what a titty-fuck from her would feel like," you muse, watching the way they sway as she sits down again.

As she talks and you watch, you miss the door opening behind you and a girl walking into her office and closing the door.

"Mom!?" the girl cries out, angrily. "What... what are you doing?"

You're startled, but April looks up, unworried. "Ah, Vicki, come in, come in. I was just talking, while James here was admiring my body. Why don't you disrobe as well so he can compare us?"

Vicki stands in stunned, outraged silence as you quickly think