Afternoon Activities

Amy Blackson rushed into the mostly empty classroom, panting, which had the unfortunate result of making her fat tits heave with each gasp for air.

“I’m so sorry I’m late.” Amy told her younger brother’s best friend. Owen Vane’s eyes were on her heaving bosom, and he nodded idly.

“You’re not that late. I haven’t been waiting long.” Owen comforted the older ginger, who smiled in relief.

“Good, I’d hate to keep you waiting.” Amy said, seeming quite genuinely frustrated at herself. Amy took a moment to collect herself, and she blew out a breath, setting her backpack down on an empty chair and pulling out a folder.

“So, you’re struggling with your math class, right?” Amy checked. Owen nodded.

“Yup.” he lied. Owen was, in fact, not struggling with math at all, but he’d heard Amy was a tutor now and he couldn’t miss that.

“Perfect.” Amy gave him a sweet smile, “Don’t worry, Owen, I’m going to help you.”

“Oh, I have complete confidence in you.” Owen replied, smiling back at her. Amy blushed slightly, then she took her folder and brought it over to him.

Owen was sitting at a desk, so there was really nothing for Amy to do other than lean down beside Owen to be able to walk him through things.

Owen glanced to his left and saw Amy’s fat, heavy very large breasts right in front of his face, showing off some fucking insane cleavage as they hung low.

Amy’s math explanations faded right out of his ears as his focus remained almost solely on her dangling boobs. They were hanging so close to his face that he could lean forwards ever so slightly and be able to kiss Amy’s cleavage.

He’d glance up at Amy’s adorable face every now and then, but his gaze always returned to her tits.

“How was that?” Amy asked, and she turned slightly towards Owen, which, to his absolute amazement, meant her tits swung and hit him in the face. Amy gasped in shock, and she started spouting apologies even before she removed her tits from his face, meanwhile Owen looked and felt like Christmas had come early.

“That was amazing.” Owen breathed, and Amy blushed.

“Ok, good, this is my first time tutoring, so I wanna make sure I’m doing it right.” Amy explained to the younger blond boy.

“You’re doing really really good.” Owen told her emphatically, and Amy blushed darker. She really did not take compliments well.

“Thank you. And I’m sorry again for, um-” Amy stammered trying to get the words out, but Owen just grabbed her by the hand and she paused.

“Don’t worry about it. It just felt like I lost in a pillow fight.” Owen grinned at her, and Amy giggled. She gave his hand a squeeze, then dropped it so she could rifle through her folder and pull out a paper for the next section of learning.

To Owen’s vast disappointment, Amy seemed more conscious of her mouthwatering tits, so she didn’t have them dangling right in his face anymore, she was sitting on the desk next to him, leaning slightly forwards, which didn’t create nearly as much cleavage and didn’t have them nearly as close to his face.

About three quarters of the way through their allotted hour of tutoring, Owen stood up to stretch, and Amy stopped her lesson to give him a little break.

“Am I boring you?” Amy worried, standing up, too. She was so short that she came up barely to his chest, so she was looking up to talk to him.

“No, never. I would listen to you read me the dictionary.” Owen said truthfully. Well, truthfully under the assumption she’d be in a top that showed off some cleavage.

Amy laughed. “Thank you, Owen. I’m glad I got you as my first student, it’s much less nerve-wracking when it’s someone I know.”

“You were nervous about this?” Owen asked in surprise. Amy nodded.

“Yeah. I’ve spent the past few days stressing about it.” she confessed.

“Well, I’d say you’re doing an absolutely fantastic job.” Owen said, and he stepped forwards to embrace Amy, enjoying how her soft, curvy body felt pressing against his. She leaned her head into his chest and gave a happy sigh.

“I’m so glad to hear you’re benefiting from this session.” Amy told him genuinely.

“Oh, I am.” Owen assured her. He rubbed her back, making her hum happily to herself.

Owen’s hands went to Amy’s shoulders and he flipped her around so her back was to him.

“What are you doing?” she laughed in surprise. Owen’s hands started kneading Amy’s shoulders, and her laugh became a moan.

“Just figured you needed a little relaxing massage. I hate to think of you stressing because of me.” Owen told Amy, and she practically melted in his hands.

“God, you’re so sweet and thoughtful.” Amy told Owen, throwing him an adoring smile. The massage really seemed to be having an effect on her, and he was only doing her shoulders!

“I try to be.” Owen said, and his hands kept working Amy’s body, moving south slowly to her back.

“Your hands feel so good! Has Olivia taught you to do this?” Amy moaned.

“She’s the reason I learned, but she didn’t teach me.” Owen admitted.

“Unh! I might owe her a thank you then.” Amy sighed happily.

Owen settled his arms around Amy’s waist and he pushed up against her from behind.

“Good massage?” Owen chuckled. Amy melted back against his chest, tilting her head back to look up at him with pleasured green eyes. She nodded.

“It felt amazing.” Amy told him, and Owen squeezed her. Her plump, curvy ass was pushing up against his erection, and it felt amazing.

Owen opened his mouth to speak, but Amy’s phone started chiming loudly, and the pair of teens startled.

“Oop, that means an hour’s over.” Amy said, and Owen sighed sadly. Amy tucked some loose strands of red hair behind her ear and she checked the time on her phone.

“You need a ride home?” Amy offered. “I’m pretty sure all your usual rides are gone by now.”

“That would be amazing.” Owen smiled at Amy, and she beamed back at him.

“Awesome! I just need to go to report to Mr. Calhoun right quick, and then I’ll come grab you. Wait, actually, you know where my car’s parked?” Amy asked.

“Yep.” Owen nodded.

“Awesome, I’ll meet you there.” Amy said with a smile, and then she gathered up her math papers, stuck them in the folder, and stuck the folder in her backpack. She slid the backpack on, gave Owen a final wave, and then left the room.

Owen couldn’t believe the good fortune he’d had with Amy today. Might be worth getting an extra session or two with her.

———

Amy entered Mr. Calhoun’s office, and the heavyset teacher gave her a warm smile when she entered.

“Hello, Amy. How’d tutoring go?” Calhoun asked her, and Amy gave him a relieved smile.

“It went amazing. Owen was a great student, and he even said I was an amazing tutor.” Amy answered.

“That’s what I like to hear! I want all my tutors to have glowing reviews. You’ll have to make sure you keep giving Owen your all, so that he can continue to benefit from those sessions.” Calhoun instructed the young ginger.

“I plan to.” Amy nodded proudly.

“Good girl.” Calhoun smiled.

Amy glanced at the sitting teacher, a little confused, as usually he always stood up to greet her with a hug. Had she done something wrong?

“Are you going to be at the game tonight?” Amy asked, and Calhoun nodded.

“Oh, of course. I can’t miss the school trying to defeat their greatest rival.” Calhoun said, and he scooted his chair back a bit, before extending an arm to Amy.

“I’d stand up to give you a congratulatory hug, but I’m afraid my legs are hurting today.” Calhoun explained, and a strange feeling of relief washed through her. Amy quickly came around the desk and hugged Calhoun, then to her surprise, he pulled her onto his lap, her legs hanging down on either side of the chair, and his arms wrapping around her as her butt pressed against his thighs.

Amy giggled at that, and Calhoun hugged her tight to him, so she was really pressed up against him.

“Have I ever told you that you’re my favorite student?” Calhoun murmured, stroking Amy’s cheek idly. Her cheeks turned bright red and she shook her head.

“I don’t think so, sir.” Amy managed.

“Well, you are. It’s your appetite for learning and your willingness to help that I really find so… extraordinary.” Calhoun told her, still stroking her cheek. Amy’s lips shook slightly, and she was blushing like mad now.

“T-thank you, sir.” Amy stammered. Calhoun nodded, and he drew her closer and closer until his lips were on her jaw. Amy gasped at the feeling of his hot mouth on her skin. His hands stroked down her back, and she was shivering, she realized, shivering with warmth flowing through her body.

“Mr. Calhoun.” Amy said, in a begging tone that surprised even her.

“Yes?” he asked her roughly, his eyes demanding an answer.

“I- I have to go. Owen’s waiting for me to drive him home.” Amy said, feeling horrible about ditching Mr. Calhoun.

“Like I said, always willing to help others.” Calhoun said with a smile, but the smile seemed a little off. Amy slipped off his lap, and was surprised at how unsteady her legs were.

Amy grabbed her bag and with a kind farewell, she left the classroom.

Calhoun pounded his fist on the desk and grumbled. First Olivia this morning, now Amy this afternoon. When would he finally catch a break? He was feeling incredibly pent up, why couldn’t he just get the release he craved?

———

Skylar Wayne tapped her foot as she looked at the other cheerleaders out on the field. She looked to her right at the cheer captain Anastasia Prescott, who was also examining the cheerleaders as they ran through their routine one last time.

“Watch your foot over there, Dana!” Anastasia corrected, and the blonde cheerleader obeyed instantly. It was always amazing to see the squad on the day of the game. 95% of the internal drama just faded away, and they became one cohesive unit that was entirely focused on kicking ass.

Cheerleading may not seem like kicking ass, but around this area, there was always two competitions going on at games. The actual players of the game, and then the cheerleaders on either sideline, trying to outperform each other.

Under Maple Chester, last year’s cheer captain, the Violet River Sirens had never been defeated in a duel of cheerleading. The team they had been there to support, the Violet River Sharks, well, they hadn’t had quite as undefeated a season, but the Sirens had done great.

This year, it was Ana who had to keep the team together, and Skylar, as much as she loathed not being captain, had to admit, Ana was a pretty damn good captain. At times.

The girls finished their routine, and Skylar’s eyes swept them. Dana and Ruby stood together, and both girls looked eager to get to the game. On Dana’s other side, Brooklyn didn’t look quite as eager, but Dana and Ruby were practically frothing at the mouth in eagerness, so that was hard to top.

Layla and Reyna both looked very confident in their abilities, and they really were both at the top of the game. Astrid and Audrey were both smiling, and they seemed happy with their own performance and the squad’s performance.

“You girls are looking great!” Kayla Roberts, their cheer coach, enthused.

“Thanks!” Astrid beamed sweetly at her coach, and the other girls chorused gratitude.

“You are looking great.” Anastasia agreed, “I absolutely think we have it in us to defeat the Beaver Bitches or whatever they call themselves.”

“Language.” Kayla said mildly, and Ana gave her coach an apologetic smile.

“Seconded. Let’s show Natasha Morris she doesn’t mess with the Sirens!” Skylar shouted, and the girls cheered and whooped.