Tom James

Naughty schoolgirl

CHAPTER ONE

Jenny Armstrong walked down the hall, her books held against the heavy mounds of her breasts. Other students jostled her, but the girl ignored them. She opened the door of the teacher's lunch room and looked in.

"Is Mr. Evans here?" Jenny asked.

One of the other teachers shook her head. "I think he went out for lunch, Jenny," she said.

"Oh," Jenny sighed. Disappointed, she closed the door and started toward the yard.

The whole thing had started that morning. Jenny had gone into Mr. Evans' class feeling odd. The more she sat and watched him, the worse she felt. Her entire body had started to ache, and then the ache had centered itself in her breasts. She'd tried to ignore it, but it had only gotten worse. By the time the class had ended, the dark-haired girl had been ready to scream.

Jenny was sure that if she could only talk to Mr. Evans for a few minutes she'd feel much better, but she couldn't find him anywhere!

"Hi, Jenny," Clint Evans passed her, heading for the office.

"Mr. Evans! Mr. Evans, can I talk to you for just a minute? It… it's really important!"

Clint looked down at the girl, noticing the circles of fatigue under her eyes and the hysterical edge in her voice.

"Sure, Jenny, let's go to my office." As a counselor, Clint was one of the few teachers in school to have his own office.