I had transferred into a new high school mid-way through senior year as my parents had moved into the town for work commitments. On the first day of school, I was told that there were a few more students who were transferring in as well, alleviating my concerns and soothing my nerves.
While I was sitting nervously in the general office, two beautiful girls had walked in. Emy was a sexy buxom bombshell and her boobs stood up prominently, straining against the material of her uniform. They were not obscenely huge, but they did look humongous given her petite frame. Jarelle had caught my attention in a different way. As she walked in, she pulled her long, chestnut wavy hair into a high ponytail, highlighting her large brown eyes and the most kissable soft lips. The icing on the cake was her sizeable C cup mounds, which stood up firmly against gravity and her perky bubble butt.
They had introduced themselves to the receptionist as the transfer students for Hockey. As they took the available seats beside me, Jarelle asked, "Transfer as well? Which class are you in?"
"Yeah, I am a transfer too. I am in T05, I am enrolled in Higher Chem, I suppose that's why I am not in the conventional classes." I explained. T05 was a flexi-class in which the students have different schedules to fit their necessary requirements. Unlike the conventional classes where students all have the same schedule and have their classes in a fixed classroom together, I would have to move and join my respective class for that subject.
"Wow! I can't even cope with Chem. Do you think we can do a study session together or something in future? Please!" Jarelle pleaded.
"Yeah, I would definitely need it too!!" Emy chimed in.
"Sure, I would be more than willing." I said, exchanging numbers with Jarelle and Emy.
That very weekend, I had received an urgent SOS text, as Jarelle had needed some help with her Chemistry assignment. After finishing it in under half a day, we spent the second half talking and getting to know each other better. We had many commonalities in terms of upbringing, interests, movies and even food preferences. It quickly became a routine - to have a weekly study date over the weekend where we would study for the first half before our chit-chat took over for the rest of the session.
Our friendship quickly blossomed into courtship. As hot-blooded teenagers, things were getting pretty charged sexually but we didn't have the opportunity to explore further. I could tell Jarelle was getting pretty worked up by her soft moaning and cozying up to my body, allowing her supple breasts to mold and press into my body. Being a tit-man, it often drove me nuts and turned me on greatly.
A few weeks before our exams, Jarelle had caught a cold and suggested that we do our usual study session at her house instead of going to the library or school. In a bid to please her parents, I had brought over a bottle of wine and a flask of hot ginger tea for the ill Jarelle that very Saturday when I went over to her house.
I reached approximately 15 mins before the agreed time, knocking on the door. Jarelle opened the door, greeting me enthusiastically with a kiss on my lips. "Hello! You're early!" She was decked in a black spaghetti strap tank top, paired with jean shorts. Her longer slender legs and buxom cleavage were on show.
"Where are your parents? I got this for them, and this is for you." I passed Jarelle the gifts I brought over.
"Oh, Dad got called away on a last minute business trip and Mum is working a full shift today." Jarelle mentioned.
The thought of having the house to ourselves had given me an erection. I went in and unpacked my stuff, and as usual, got into the groove of things and were engrossed in our individual revisions. However, I was slightly distracted and unable to focus as I was sporting a boner. To make matters worse, when Jarelle bend down ever so slightly to write, I would be further distracted by that extra bit of cleavage she was showing.
Jarelle seemed to notice my distracted behavious and called for an early lunch break. While waiting for our food to heat up, we turned on the television and Jarelle cozied up to me, leaning against me. I could look directly down her tank top and I could see how her bra-cups were filled fully. I tried to restrain myself and not stare down directly. My rock-hard erection was spewing copious loads of pre-cum in my boxers.
