Big Tits Can't Hide (Closed)

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So here I was, finally a college student living out on her own. I applied to the City College of San Francisco about five months ago and I was thrilled to have gotten my acceptance letter from the mail. I even framed it! Yeah, I was a little too proud to have been accepted in a college with an acceptance rate of about 65% but nevertheless, I was thrilled to have been part of the only generation of my family tree to reach this level of education. I was majoring in Early Childhood Education and I felt that there was so many prospects out there for me. The world was my oyster!

What did I do on my spare time? Well...uh.

Okay, so bear with me here. I was an only child and my parents were away for most of my life. That being said, and I know that it's no excuse for my behavior, but I craved attention. I was all over the internet with profiles on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Vine, SnapChat, and more. I loved gaining friends and most of all, I loved teasing guys. Yeah, you heard that right. I was a late bloomer, as they would say, and for most of my high school years I got teased for being flat but as I hit 18 years old about ten months ago, my body developed with a fury. My chest especially - it ballooned from a modest B cup to a gargantuan 38 G cup size. So once I saw that guys loved the size of my chest and the sight of my body, well...


Yeah, no. I didn't expose myself in any way but that didn't matter - guys were crazy over me and I knew it. I loved it.

So where was I?

Right, so I moved in with my cousin for college. Alright, so I wasn't completely honest about living on my own, but still! He was a senior year student here and from what I understood, wasn't too far off from graduating. I was supposed to meet him soon now, while I waited at the student dorms.

"God, this place better be air conditioned..." I thought, as the sun battered down to my skin. Maybe it wasn't the perfect day for someone like me, who mainly wore hoodies. Yikes.
 
I pulled up the dorms at San Francisco City College in my beat up old Ford pick-up truck, ready to pick up my cousin. I hadn't seen her in years; the last time had been at some family reunion, and she had just been a little twerp back then.

Granted, once I got news that she would be coming to live with me, I found her on the facebook machine. To say I was impressed with how she had grown up would be a bit of an understatement.

Okay, a massive understatement. About as massive as my cousins fucking tits, which were, well, incredible even when hidden away from view.

And, well, I may have become a bit obsessed. I started finding her on a variety of social media sites, and went through all of her archives. There was an awful lot of teasing of boys going on. A lot. She seemed to get off on it, in a way.

So, this was going to make for a fun year of college.

Anyways, when I pulled up to school to pick her up, it was unseasonably hot outside. San Francisco isn't exactly known for its hot summers, after all. The city itself tends to stay around 65 to 70 degrees during the summer month. So when it hit 95 today, people were freaking out. Movie theatres sold out because they were one of the only places with air conditioning.

I had rarely ever needed air conditioning before. My apartment didn't even have one!

And there she was, standing there on the sidewalk with her bags, sweating like a pig, wearing a big baggy hoodie.

Silly girl.

"What's up, cuz? You look hot," I said as I pulled up alongside her.
 
I waited for a while, trying to outlast the heat here. For a while, I contemplated straight up leaving to find some air conditioned mall, or at the very least some shade. That's when a car pulled in front of me. I was excited for a moment, thinking "finally, a way out from the heat" when I noticed that while it was my cousin, he had his windows up. Which meant no air conditioning.

Fuck.

"What's up, cuz? You look hot,"

"Uh...yeah, it's freaking 95 degrees."
I said with a laugh "Think that you could help me with my bags?"

I wasn't too big on pleasantries and besides, I'm sure my cousin and I would have some time to know how we've been doing later.
 
"Yeah, sure, no problem," I said, hopping quickly out of the truck to help load up her bags into the back. With the bags tossed in the back, I got back in the truck.

"C'mon already," I said, waving her along. She had to be crazy to be wearing that hoodie in this heat! Was she really that insistent on hiding her massive jugs?

"So what's with the big heavy hoodie?" I had to ask, though I had a good idea of the answer.
 
Well he wasn't the gentleman.

I hurried to get in the truck and got into the passenger seat myself. I breathed in for a moment; sure, there was no air conditioning but at least I wasn't the direct sunlight anymore. I smiled in relief, if just for a moment when my cousin got into the driver's seat and gave me a quick look before asking:

"So what's with the big heavy hoodie?"

"It's just my look, you know." I said, avoiding that question. It wasn't his business anyway - "I like wearing hoodies. Nothing wrong with that, right?"
 
"No, no, nothing at all... it's just unseasonably warm today, that's all," I replied. Honestly, I was trying to goad her into removing the hoodie, so I could get a better look at the jugs she had sitting on her chest.

"It's not that far to my place. I've got you all set up, don't worry," I said, as we drove through the downtown streets. "I mean, it's not the most luxurious of places, and, well, it might be kinda tight quarters, but I'm sure we can make it work," I said.

Finally, we pulled up at my apartment building. It was kinda run-down, but it was close to campus, so it worked. I parked the truck as we got out into the sweltering heat. "You sure you wanna wear that hoodie? It's fucking hot," I said.
 
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