Jennifer Thompson just turned eighteen. She got everything that she wanted for her birthday. She got a brand new cherry Red Mustang Convertible and a new set of tits for her birthday. The main thing that she wanted was the breast job. Pretty much anything she asked for she got from Daddy.
Jennifer's looks were above average. She was 5 foot 9 inches. She weighed 110 pounds, and she had 36b breasts before her boob job. Now she was 40D. With Blonde Hair, blue eyes, she looked like another Barbie doll walking around. Some might say she was.
She looked at herself in the mirror in her school uniform, she must admit now that she had the boob job all her clothes were tight. Not that she minded, she was still a virgin, and wouldn't let any guys touch her. She was saving herself for marriage. Just because she wanted bigger boobs didn't mean she was a slut.
She walked into school two days after her eighteenth birthday and sat down in class. She was one of the smart girls and sat up front. She had a new found confidence when she walked into the classroom that day. She heard all the boys whistling at her, and the teacher eyed her up and down. So she decided to have a little fun with the boys.
She had worn no underwear under her school uniform, which was a plaid skirt (hers was a size too small it looked like) , a white button up top, that now looked like it was going to pop off, and she liked to wear platform heels with it. Not that she needed to be taller.
Today she was feeling really brave, the teacher told them to open their books and read from the chapters, so she pulled out her book and did as she was told. Only spreading her legs while doing this. Showing her freshly shaved bare cunt to the teacher. He happened to be looking at that time as she was doing that. He could tell with her being in the front row that she was moist, and looked like she was ready to be fucked.
She looked up and caught him looking and blushed and closed her legs really fast. Acting like she wasn't meaning for him to see. Although that was the intention. The bell rings and everyone gets up to leave. The teacher doesn't say anything and she is grateful. She could just hear the ear full that she would get when she came home, if they had sent something home.
Her next class was Mr. Davis, he was a good looking young teacher, looked to be about in his thirty's. She wondered if she could get away with it again. All the boys were still whistling at her in the hallway, she dropped her pen purposefully and bent to pick it up, revealing her bare ass, to most of the guys. She made it into class just as the bell was ringing.