To school, to find that nipple!

You’re really excited for this school trip, but you also can’t get this girl’s breasts out of your head (figuratively, this time). You finally compromise by convincing yourself that the mystery vixen must be someone you know from school, so that’s the best place to find her.

So you run the rest of the way to school, adrenaline pushing you to make it there on time. As usual, you show up just a few minutes early, and start making your way to your locker. Squeezing through the mob of students is tougher than usual, because you still have major wood from the events of the morning. You get a few funny looks from some of the girls you rub against (accidentally, of course).

Then, you spot it. A bright flash of pink! Moving out of the crowd to get a better look, you see Stacy, one of your sister’s best friends and quite the hottie, wearing a pink top with a--yeah, you guessed it--plunging neckline. Could it be? She’s certainly qualified in the boob department, with C cup jugs that are straining to be freed from her top. She’s wearing jeans that look painted on, and you know you’re not the only guy staring at an ass so tight you could bounce a quarter off it. Her platinum blonde hair is cut short, and given how often Stacy hangs out with your sister, you’ve often wondered whether the carpet matches the drapes. You don’t really know her well though, since she’s pretty shy around guys. Jessica has told you that her parents are a little controlling of her dating and social life.

She’s always been good at catching you staring at her, and this time is no exception, but now there’s a look in her eyes that freezes you. She’s never looked at you like that before. . . her eyes are almost smoldering. That look, combined with the pink top . . . can it be? Was this the girl moaning underneath you ten minutes ago?

You’re feeling increasingly certain that it was Stacy when another flash of pink catches your eye. Turning, you spy another low cut top that barely contains another fantastic rack. Only this time, those breasts belong to your sister!

Jessica is walking down the hall to join Stacy, and her boobs are bouncing as she walks. You didn’t see her before she left the house this morning, and didn’t know what she was wearing, so it comes as a shock to see her in the pink blouse. But there’s no way it was her, you reason. You might be a horndog who admires his own sister’s breasts, but to imagine her red hair whipping back and forth as she twists in pleasure from your tongue on her nipple. . . no, that’s too far even for you. There’s just no way your twin sister Jessica was lying on the sidewalk ten minutes ago, pressing your head into her tits.

Except then she notices you, and gives you a completely unreadable look. You and Jess usually get along very well, so it’s strange for her not to make her emotions clear. But although you can sense calculations going on behind her eyes, her thoughts are totally unclear. And that makes you suspicious. With visions of a topless Jessica dancing through your head, you turn away. You just can’t deal with how bizarre this is becoming.

But the weirdness is just beginning. As you resume the walk to your locker, you get the feeling that you’re being followed. Figuring that it’s a buddy trying to surprise you, you quickly spin around and crouch slightly, ready to leap at him. . . and find yourself face-to-breast with Miss Davenport’s chest, which just so happens to be covered with a pink low cut top. “Oh man, where’s the variety in this day,” you complain silently.

Miss Davenport is your physics teacher, and as brilliant as she is stunning. 5'10", leggy, with shoulder-length brown hair that she often wears in a bun, Miss Davenport is a skilled teacher, even if most of the guys are left wondering about the physics that keeps her large breasts bouncing as she lectures. Science has always been your best subject, and you and Miss D (some guys jokingly call her Miss DD, even though her boobs aren’t quite that large) get along really well.

Now, you both realize how close your head is to her chest (crouching lowers your 6 foot frame down to her chest level), and you take a quick step back. Your head is spinning with the struggle of not staring at her cleavage in the low cut top, combined with a series of mental images that place her left nipple securely under the control of your tongue. It takes you a second to realize she’s talking to you.

“ . . . and I know today is the day of the big trip for you, but there really is something we must discuss, and the sooner the better. I can’t **** you to miss class or any parts of the trip, but I’d appreciate it oh so much if you’d come find me. I wouldn’t know how to express my gratitude, it’s tremendously important.”

And then she spins and walks off, leaving you confused over her words and her strange body language. Is a teacher allowed to dart looks at your crotch? Because it sure seemed like that’s what she was doing. Could that have been Miss Davenport on the sidewalk, pining your head to her breast?

You’ve got a lot to puzzle through, but your musings are interrupted by the first bell of the day. You’re supposed to go to home room now, but you’re tempted to ditch and find one of these women. Stacy’s smoldering eyes, Miss D’s glances at your bulging crotch, and Jessica’s unreadable look . . . something strange is going on here, and you want to get to the bottom of it.