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I stood, still gasping for breath. My hands began to strip off my clothes, weakly pulling my shirt over my head, and tossing it on the floor. Shoes, socks, and some teasingly tight shorts soon followed. The clip, holding my hair in a tight bun, was removed. I watched in the mirror, head turned, as smooth blonde hair glided down my tanned back, the ends coming to a rest just above my pink thong. I looked at the way sweat rolled over the bare skin of my (modestly) large ass. I grinned, tensing my gluts, loving the way my skin stretched to accommodate the muscle underneath as I slapped my cheeks a few times. Muscle gained from all the hard work every morning. Waking up at 6.30 was a real bitch though, and in my final year of high school, it had been responsible for more than a few tired yawns in lessons. Still, I had always felt that fitness and good looks beat laziness any day. Not that I needed any better looks, or more attention. Turning my front to the mirror, my breasts were the striking centrepiece of my of my 5"11, 18 year old body. My face was cute: round, clear, with blue eyes watching behind some smart looking glasses. My legs and abs: toned, with just the right muscle. But even through the tightness of my custom sports bra, the hugeness of my breasts was glaringly obvious. The nipples pressed tight against the pink material, pushed by my breasts struggling to get out. I let them, taking the sweat soaked bra and my thong off. My reflection showed boobs that would probably have been more suited to a much larger, heavier woman, and if someone had seen me from behind, they would have noticed that my frame did not completely cover the backs of my tits, allowing them to be seen. However, they were still moderately perky, and not the mush that so many fat girls had for boobs. They made me feel like a mature woman, but were also annoying due to all the attention that they got me. Hence the dick of a “boyfriend” that I have. Shaun was an arrogant dick, but was also one of the toughest, strongest boys in school. I used him simply to stop all the looks and the “accidental” breast touches. In return, I let him shag me regularly, though in all honesty he was a damn good lay and I wanted him too. I had a lot to compare him to. My sexual history of men and women spoke almost as much of my sexuality as my bald, waxed pussy, and the numerous vibrators, dildos and strap-ons I had. I would be using one of those toys later, as I had plans to fuck a temptingly hot lady later on today: the librarian. The librarian at our school was noticed by everyone to be incredibly charismatic. Always friendly, talkative and funny, she had a habit of being a flirt with all the senior males. They always responded in kind, appreciating her 40 DD-cups, her firm ass, and infectious smile, which were all rounded nicely by a great complexion and short strawberry blonde hair on her head (and as I hoped I would find out later today, down below too). I knew she was into women too from the books that I had found rummaging around in her desk when I had been asked to find something. It must have slipped her mind, because I found quite |
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