Amanda (nothing done yet)

It's been a couple years since you graduated from your high school and have decided to go back for a couple days to visit friends, old favorite teachers, etc. Walking into your Catholic school, you remember the good days. Mostly the girls uniforms. Red plaid skirts that they always hiked up as far as they could. And those red sweaters that always seemed to hug their bountiful breasts. As you walk in through the front doors, you notice students clogging up the hallways. They must be changing classes, you think. Out from the center of the mass of students you hear a girl's voice, "John!" You instantly recognize the voice as Amanda's.

Amanda is one of your friends that still goes here. She's 5'11", medium length red hair, and the most beautiful cream complexion. Her long legs show underneath her hiked up skirt, her plaid skirt seeming too short for uniform regulations. Her breasts tightened up against the material of the red sweater. She runs up to you and gives you a powerful hug. You've never felt her breasts before, but through the hug, they squish up against your body. You swear that you can feel her nipples getting harder through her bra and sweater. You hold the hug for what seems like forever until the bell rings again.

"Oh shit, I'm late. Wait for me here! I'll be right back!", she says. You wonder how she's going to get out of class for an extended period of time...