Fireball Revelations - Sex Stories

Fireball Revelations

... sweater against the air-conditioned classrooms. I had a new sunflower print sundress that I had never tried on, a gift from one of my grand-mothers, and it seemed just the thing to wear that first day back at Jackson High. After seeing the TV weather report the night before I put the dress on to see how it looked and was immediately surprised. It was the required length to meet the school dress code by maybe a quarter of an inch and, while it seemed to hug my hips a bit more than I was accustomed to, it flared out nicely to showcase my legs when I moved. It was in the chest area where I had a problem. At that point in my development my tits had grown to where I only had two bras I could wear with the dress and one of them was a sports bra which was totally unacceptable. The other one squeezed my tits together to create a cleavage that kind of bulged up. That bra was basically transparent, too. The cups were a light, flesh colored mesh material that did nothing to keep my dark nipples a secret, but it was so comfortable and breathable that I loved it. When I tried the dress on with that bra the square bodice neck opening allowed a good four inches of bulging cleavage to be seen. Of course, my bedroom lighting wasn't strong, so I did not notice much else. I just passed it off as unavoidable and promised myself that I would check with Mom in the morning to see what she wanted me to do about it.

Mom was too busy the next morning to give me much more than a quick glance as I ...

... ate breakfast and then she was out the door and going to work. There was a cool morning mist out, too, and I was glad I was wearing my light sweater as I waited for the school bus. I kept the sweater on during my morning classes as the school's a/c was fighting the day's heat and winning. I was in the outdoor cafeteria when I finally took off the sweater and all three of my then closest friends got a good look at my chest.

"Oh My God, Kerri! Where did you get those!" Ann whispered from across the table. She had a look of uncertainty on her face and immediately looked over her shoulders to see if anyone heard her. I saw that Sharon on my right had an expression of disbelief and a glance to Karen to my left told me she was blushing red.

I didn't have any words ready and before I could think up a reply Mrs. Hurlburt, one of our teachers on lunch monitoring duty was standing over my shoulder. "Miss Goody, come with me to the school office right now!" She demanded with a harsh, commanding voice maybe one degree over Ann's whisper. Without saying a word, I stood, grabbed my sweater and my schoolbooks, and left my lunch tray for someone else to deal with. I had my sweater folded over an arm and my schoolbooks in that hand as I was escorted through the crowd of students where each and every one of them got a good look at my cleavage. And, just for good measure, I started swinging my hips as I walked.

A lecture and a written note of warning sent home with me to Mom was my ...