My girlfriend in school was a petite little thing. We hung out as much as we were allowed. We chatted a lot during lunch break but for some reason we kept bumping into my teacher I had for English. Usually a very soft squishy bump.
"Don't forget to bring your pen to class!" she would say after I apologised for walking into her large breasts again. Then she would wink at me and jiggle away down the hallway.
My girlfriend was not happy. "Why does she keep doing that?" she would say to me, complaining about my teacher disturbing us with her breasts for the most inane thing like bringing a pen to class. "Uh... she just wants to make sure I'm prepared that's all" I would say then, trying to dodge the subject, though it was getting more difficult.
"Yoohoo!" we heard a voice and turned around. She was walking towards us again. There was something in her cleavage this time. It was a pen. She jiggled towards us, the pen moving from side to side, lodged between her breasts. It's a wonder the pressure didn't make it snap. With slow deliberate movements, she came up to us, pulled the pen out from her cleavage and handed it to me. "Found your pen! Now you're ready for my class!" She said, patting my cheek and wobbled away.
"Is that really your pen?" my girlfriend asked me, furious.
"Yeah" I said, the pen I had never seen before feeling warm in my hand "absolutely".
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