What textbooks don't cover [Closed!]

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Name: Elizabeth Milroy
Age: 24
Height: 5'9
Cup: 36F
From: Austin, Texas



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Having finished with my Liberal Arts degree at the University of Austin, I had made my way to New York city - finishing gaining my teaching credentials at the age of 24, making me a fairly young teacher. I had, somehow, gained a position at a public university in the Bronx and didn’t mind it one bit. At least, at first. The remnants of my Texan accent had gotten the attention of quite a few students though, my nickname didn’t revolve around my southern background, but rather on my appearance. I was gifted, being a woman built with a body made for sin. The boys (and even girls) that I taught English to normally had their eyes fixated on my very large F cup breasts - which had given me the nickname “Miss Sweater puppies” or “Teacher Big Jugs”. They have yet to call me that to my face, but hearing the nickname being whispered behind my back definitely got the best of me at times.

Oh well, what could a girl do? It didn’t help that some of my coworkers have began to adopt the nicknames themselves.

I suppose that “Sweater Puppies” was something that derived from my tendency of swearing turtle necks and thick sweaters, given that I wanted to hide my features as much as possible. Of course, it couldn’t be helped during the terrible heat of June or July, but by September, I would quickly adopt my traditional attire. I was a shy woman, all things considered. Sure, I wasn’t a virgin, but I wasn’t exactly sexually active (much to the chagrin of my long-distance boyfriend).

Now the third week in, I thought that I knew all to expect…But of course, what did I know?

“Okay, forth period.” I told myself as I pulled out the attendance sheet. I laughed a bit, as the students began to tease me. “Yeah yeah, I know. Third week in and I don’t know your names. I’m sure that you’ll forgive me. Let’s begin…Amber?”

“Present.”

“Okay, so far so good.” I thought to myself, as I continued on, thankful that I had picked the right sheet this time.

 

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"Ben?" I continue, hearing over the distance him call out teasingly. 'Miss sweater' were the words uttered out by his lips, a grin appearing on his face. I quickly gaze to the students, with my eyes locking with his. I raised a brow, before carrying on with the rest of the list. I suppose that it was a good thing that he didn't call me out by the entire nickname that I was almost accustomed to alright. The class would have been entirely restless to hear 'Miss sweater puppies' instead. Any teacher could tell you that once a room filled with teenagers and young adults were riled up, there was little that you could do to calm the riot.

The class went by without a hitch. The material that I was going over wasn't anywhere near difficult, so it was mostly fun at this point. The hour and a half just flew by, and I was all ready to leave. That is, until Ben (the same boy who teased me earlier) came over to me and invited me to his birthday party. It was an odd feeling; on one hand, I felt almost obligated to say no. Then, at the same time, I felt somehow happy that I was thought of. It was a dilemma, but I quickly caved in;

"Of course I'll show! Thank you Ben, you're so sweet."

Though the mention of it being a costume party left me unknowing of what to do, or what to wear. I wasn't exactly the type to partake on these kind of events, so when he added that he knew somewhere that I could drop-by and maybe get something to wear, I couldn't say no.

"That would be great. So..." I replied, glancing over to my watch "Oh my, it's alright 4. I'll probably drop by in an hour."

I thought of not replying on the subject of my boyfriend, but I figured that completely side-stepping the issue would seem rude. Thus, I added "I'll make sure to let him know." as I chuckled a bit - knowing fully well that he wouldn't be able to show.

 

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With his wink, I noticed his playful demeanor right off the bat. It was incredibly odd, but I shook it off as nothing more than a young man trying to appear suave. I wasn't going to decline his invitation for something so trivial. And so, just about half an hour after I was done with my job, I drove my way to the place. Double checking the address, I made my way in and was nearly immediately greeted by Ben.

"But I thought that I was done with work?" I teased, before taking out a pen "Okay, I'll have it done pronto."

The questions written were relatively simple. Name, age, sex, waist (27") and cup size (36F) - usual things to expect, with the latter making me think that this was all just to know what suits would be the best fit. "Okay...skin tone? White." I thought to myself, as I continued on...only to be surprised with the question whether I was trimmed down there, or not. I blushed for a moment, before writing down "Trimmed" and later "No piercings and no tattoos."

Then finally, writing down the costumes that I've noticed before (along with my rating)-

" French maid outfit (8/10), Hawaiian outfit (8/10), Police Officer (7/10), Catwoman (6/10), Goth outfit (5/10)"

"All done Ben." I said, handing it over.

 

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"Oh, sorry!" I say, before adding in the paper that I am, in fact, a natural blonde "Must have completely slipped by me."

And so, we made our way to the changing room, as he mentioned off the bat that the maid and Hawaiian outfits were available for me. I couldn't help but notice how his hand held my upper back as we made our way; almost as if he didn't want me to move away. "He must be nervous." I thought to myself, noticing the simple blinds hanging "the poor boy."

I nod as he mentions that he's going to get the outfits for me to try on, and closes the blinds behind him. Once inside, I noticed that there wasn't much in the room - just somewhere to hang what I have on now, and a mirror to observe myself. I discard my turtle neck, jeans, heels and socks - before placing them orderly in front of me. I, of course, do stay in my black black and panties, observing my perfect figure in the mirror before being interupted.

"I have to be entirely naked for these outfits?" I ask, before my hand going to my bra. "Well, okay... Could you slide me the costume please?"

 

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I brought my hands behind my back, undoing my bra first and amazed even myself - seeing them practically burst out into freedom. Instantly, I felt myself being weighed down quite a bit, and my back already feeling the strain. Still, my panties were next as I looked myself in the mirror once more, before handing my clothing over. My heels were last - and I immediately wondered if he peeked through. Not to mention, I began to realize that he made me give him every article of clothing that I had on, without a second thought. What was going on here?

"Okay. May I please have that outfit now?" I asked, with a slight chuckle.

 

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I nearly spazzed out, as I saw from the reflection given on the mirror that Ben had entered the small changing room. My hands instantly went to cover my heaving breasts from his sight (as futile as it may have seemed, given how small my hands and fingers are). He explained himself, I think, and somehow that made me feel better - the idea that he was simply doing this because his job required it. "...okay..."I say, hesitantly, as my hands let my breasts out again - the large mounds in front of him once again. I was equally surprised to hear him call me out as 'Miss Sweater' again, only this time it felt that he was close to calling me as 'Miss Sweater Puppies" instead.

"Well...No." I added, as he questioned whether I would take the risk of having my clothes fall down during his party.

Before I knew it, my front was facing the mirror as I struggled to put on the extremely tight, flimsy skirt. I suppose that, by itself, was already awkward enough as it was, but I quickly felt more uncomfortable feeling Ben move closer to me. At first, I just felt him press up against my backside, which wiggled against him as I pulled up the skirt. Next, my eyes simply observed on the mirror, as his hands went to my breasts, overflowing ridiculously over his hands (given the size of my bust). He seemed to almost weigh them, before helping place the top on, which coincidentally, didn't seem to cover much. The thin, weak fabric felt as if it was stretched to the very limit. My eyes almost gazed in horror, as I saw my student practically feeling me up.

It was over though, once I put on the shoes and stared at my reflection. The Hula girl outfit complimented my figure greatly, what with my toned, fit stomach being so revealed, along with the short skirt allowing my legs the utmost freedom. There was, of course, my backside which was rather scandalously complimented by the skirt (which didn't seem to cover the bottom of my ass) and the top which didn't seem all that strong.

I did however, look incredibly sexy, despite how uncomfortable I felt for being so on display.

"It looks incredibly sexy. Doesn't it?" I said out loud.

 

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