I love having student teachers. In a high school near a private college, I got a lot of them and most of them were women...no...girls. Most of them far from home and lonely, which was perfect. My current student teacher was Carly, a bright 19 year old sophomore from southern Indiana. That was all fine, but I was interested in Carly because she was chubby...a size 14 or 16 if I were to guess, had large tits, pretty green eyes and a nice round face. Her dark, reddish brown hair came to her shoulders, she had a round, wide ass, and that softness that was inherent in plump girls. She was always quiet and always came dressed professionally in skirts or dresses, and couldn't help but let her cleavage show just enough - I couldn't imagine that there was much she could wear that wouldn't highlight those large, heavy tits. Carly showed up on that spring Friday with black heels, a curve hugging black skirt, cute glasses, and white button up top with the buttons straining to hold back her tits. She was teaching my senior history class and I could tell that all my boys were having a hard time not staring at her generous tits...and even a few of my girls. We were all observing the sway of her ass and the the way her curves moved as she reached across the board. Finally the bell rang, and out ran all of my students while Carly gathered her things.
"Carly?" She stood and turned to face me and I couldn't help but stare right down her shirt. I caught myself and looked into her pretty green eyes.
"Yes, Mr. Green?" She was blushing a little as she looked up at me - I towered over her in my 6ft 1, 200 lb frame. She stood, even in her heels, at only about 5 feet, 2 inches.
"You did really great today. And Carly," I said as she moved her shoulder length hair behind her ear, "I told you to call me Todd when the students aren't here. I'm only, what, 10 years older than you," she smiled at me and moved a bit closer to me; I could smell her perfume and her breasts were almost touching me.
"Mr. Green...I mean Todd," she looked behind me at the still open classroom door and then back at me, she put a hand on my chest "Did I ever tell you that I know you're always looking down my shirts?" My heart jumped to my throat because she was touching me, because she had caught my not subtle staring and that she was suddenly so...bold.
"Well no, Carly, you haven't mentioned that," I breathed evenly and looked down at her and then looked again at the open door.
"I've seen you looking...Mr. Green," she emphasized calling me Mr. Green. She was walking around me with her back to me as she walked over to the door and closed it, "I see you looking at my big, bouncy, 48 double d tits, and I keep thinking to myself if you're the kind of guy who breaks the rules about teachers and students...or rather student teachers dating their supervisors," she pulled the curtain down and locked the door. She sat on my desk, facing me.
"Depends on why you're asking, Carly," I walked towards her, my cock now getting erect in my pants. I stood next to her as she sat on the end of my desk, her thick legs pushed together by her skirt as she was toying with the top button of her white top and looking coyly at me from behind her glasses.
