Spoiled Candy (Closed)

I had heard the rumors, of course. Everyone had. Candy Smith was repeating senior year. And her tits had grown enormous! They were just rumors, though, I was sure. There was no way that last year’s Little Miss Popular was coming back, even hotter than her short little self had been last year. Every guy in school had fantasized about her since the first time they laid eyes on her, of course. She was a goddess.


Rumor had it, she was also a prude. And apparently, none too bright, considering she was repeating senior year when she probably could have just sucked some dick to ensure the necessary passing grades.


But I digress. Who am I, anyways? Well, let me tell you. Tommy McCallister, the senior class of 2016’s resident “bad boy” complete with leather jacket, badass sports car, and more notches on my belt than any other guy in class, thanks to the rampant (and true) rumors concerning my “endowment.”


Regardless of all that, you can imagine my surprise when sure enough, Candy walked into my chemistry class, first period, first day. Bam. Miss Candy Tits was right there in the flesh… and that flesh was to die for.


She would be mine. I would ruin her in so many ways. She probably wouldn’t make it out of senior year at all. She was a perfect, prime specimen of femininity, and I decided right then and there to make it my mission to ensure the whole world knew just how much of a slut she really could be.


Class was about to start. And the only seat left available just so happened to be right next to me...

“I’m Tommy McCallister,” I replied, letting my eyes linger in Candy’s impressive cleavage as she came up from picking up my pencil. I let my fingers linger on her hand as I took the pencil back from her. “Thanks,” I said, smiling as I looked up into her eyes. It took every ounce of willpower to keep from saying something derogatory, like I wanted to.


Oh, fuck it. I couldn’t help myself. I leaned closer to her and said in a hushed voice: “you can bend over for me anytime!”


Just then the teacher walked in, Professor Waller. Blah blah blah, “oh, and the person sitting next to you will be your lab partner for the year, so you best get comfortable with them!”


I turned my head and looked over at Candy. How perfect was this? “So… was this one of the classes you passed last year, or not?” I asked her with a bit of a smirk.

I bit back a laugh, and leaned in close to her again. “Well, we’ll make sure you get through it okay this year,” I said. “I’ve got access to all the tests and stuff.” I gave her a conspiratorial wink. “And since we’re working together, we gotta, well, work together. We should probably get together after school and study, right? I mean, everyone says Chemistry is the hardest class senior year.”


I knew I had her interest piqued. I pulled out my phone, and swiped it open, and created a new contact and slid it over to her. “Why don’t you give me your number,” I suggested, just as the bell rang to change classes.

I let her head out, and chuckled to myself at how she left her name in my phone, with the little heart emojis and a smile. Already, plans and plots were forming in my mind.


I shot her a text after second period: got any plans after school today? We should hang out. ”


I didn’t expect her to say yes right away, of course, but I knew the trick with girls like her was constant engagement. I wasn’t going to let her stop thinking about me. I had seen the approving look in her eye when she saw I was her lab partner, after all. The time to capitalize was now!

I had to chuckle, as this was just too perfect. Did she really think I actually wanted to study? Well, there were certain things I wanted to study, sure, but nothing related to school.


I sent her a reply after third period class: “just meet me on the front steps to school at the end of the day, pet”


I smirked, taking a drag off my cigarette. There were nice little hiding spots all over campus, and behind a dumpster behind school was one of the easier ones to gain access to. I took a toke of marijuana off the one-hitter pipe I had hidden behind a loose brick in the wall, and then carefully returned it to its hiding place. With a nice little buzz on, I headed back inside…

I was sitting at the bottom of the front steps, waiting for her to arrive. When I saw her come out the door, my eyes widened a bit, especially as she came down the stairs, each step causing her luscious huge tits to bounce almost uncontrollably. That bra obviously was straining against their weight!


I walked up a couple steps as she approached. “Hey there Jiggles,” I said, teasing her just a bit, wondering if she would catch my meaning. It was a hot summer day; I carried my leather jacket over my shoulder.

“Giggles, right…” I said, smirking, my eyes grazing over the exposed cleavage in that blue top she wore. “Yeah, maybe we’ll make it to the library in a bit,” I said, guiding her down the steps and towards the student parking lot, and coming to a stop next to a black Harley Davidson motorcycle. I grabbed one of the helmets off the back seat and strapped it on my head, pondering what she meant by “boyfriend.”


I offered her the spare helmet. “How about a little ride first? I’m sure your boyfriend won’t mind,” I said, giving her a devious little wink. “Where is he, anyways?” I wondered out loud. “I certainly wouldn’t leave you alone if you belonged to me.”

I let my eyes drag down her body, and back up, obviously checking her out. “You can definitely take care of yourself,” I said with a smirk, before throwing a leg over the bike and mounting it. I kicked it on, the engine revving to life, and patted the small seat behind me, bidding her to climb on.


I seemed to recall Candy having a boyfriend the year before. Dude was such a nerd. No wonder he was content to keep a high school girlfriend!

There was no denying the exhilaration of feeling those massive tits pressed into my back, having her small frame hanging onto me for dear life as we sped away from our high school and out onto the open road.


I took the back roads, staying off the more well-travelled thorough-fares, enjoying the scenic route around town, showing off the speed and handling of the bike as we rounded corners and zoomed over hills.


Eventually, we came to a stop at the local arcade, a dingy, smokey place that served beer and had a bunch of old school games. The girl behind the bar knew me, of course, and didn’t ask for my ID when I ordered a beer.


“Something to drink?” I asked Candy with a smirk, taking a swig and lighting a cigarette.

“Well, you should. Having a couple drinks while studying can help you retain the information,” I said, taking a swig. “She’ll have one of these,” I said to the bartender, who gave me a smirk and promptly produced another beer.


I looked over at Candy and her incredulous look. “What? Look it up! It’s scientifically proven, I swear. Why do you think I’ve got such good grades?” I asked with a smirk, taking a drag on my cigarette.


I nodded towards the beer. “C’mon, don’t be a prude.”

“There ya go…” I said, chuckling to myself as I watched her face. It was obvious she had never drank before.


“Man, I thought you were one of the cool kids in your class last year!” I said, teasing her some more, even poking her side with my finger, just under her tits!


“C’mon, let’s play a game. If you can beat me in Pac-Man, we’ll go get ready for the chemistry test that’s coming at the end of the week. If I win, you do a shot with me.”

I somehow managed to keep from laughing out loud. “It’s easy,” I explained. “Here, I’ll go first,” I said, dropping a quarter in the slot. “You just gotta direct Pac-Man to eat as many little dots as possible without getting caught by the ghosts that are chasing you around the board,” I explained, as the game started and I used the joystick to direct pac-man around the board, eventually getting all the dots and moving on the second stage, where I got a decent number before losing.


“Okay, your turn,” I said, dropping another quarter in the slot to start a new game. “Like I said, it’s easy…”


I slid off to the side to let her play, at the same time pulling out my phone and lining up a nice picture of her in the glow of the screen...

“Okay, your turn,” he said, dropping in a quarter and starting the game “Like I said, it’s easy…”

Okay so I think I got the idea. Make Pac-Man move, get as many pebbles as I can and avoid the ghosts. It didn't seem complicated, even for someone like me who doesn't play video games often. I grinned, thinking to myself that Tommy and I would be studying for chemistry in no time. But once I got my hand to the joystick, well..

"Oh my god, how am I supposed to play this? My boobs are in the way!" I said with a frustrated grunt, seeing as my chest was pressing against the machine. I actually had to put my boobs on the machine, resting them against the slight slope it made before I could get a proper grip on the handle. I already lost a life and had two more to go.

I wasn't going to win this.