I glared at the stupid thing. Why did I always have to leave laundry until the last possible day? It used to be my favorite bra, but it was now my backup. It wasn't even that old, how could I be outgrowing it already? I shoved it on anyway, groaning in anticipation of the discomfort I knew I was in for. Why couldn't I be one of those girls who could go bralass without anybody being able to tell the difference?
I threw on my usual tank top and jeans, did my morning stuff, then rushed downstairs. Mom and Jeff were already in the kitchen. Dad had probably already left.
"Moommm, I need new bras!"
"Again, Julie? Christ, you've really exploded up there, haven't you?"
"I guess," I said, and glanced at Jeff who had his face hovered right over his cereal. "Staring contest with your breakfast, big brother?" It was mean, but it was so easy to tease him. He hated being called that, and he was awkward enough as it was.
"Shut up," he mumbled.
"Fine, I'll take you this afternoon, okay?" Cut in Mom, "come home right after school."
"How 'bout I just skip school and we go now?"
Mom glared at me. "I have work anyway, Julie. You're only a few months away from graduation, you can make it."
I groaned, but said nothing. Having a birthday in early January sucked. It didn't make much sense to me to be both 18 and in high school. I was so ready to move on. I grabbed a banana and headed for the door.
"For someone who wants to skip, you sure leave early for school!"
I twirled around on one heel and flashed a grin at my mother, "I'm a good girl!" I said. Jeff coughed out his cereal.
Thirty minutes later and my good girl mouth was stuffed with Mr. Johnson's cock.
"Here I cum!" He growled and I looked up at him and giggled. The older but handsome teacher put both his hands on the back of my head and pushed down. Not too hard, thankfully. Seconds later and I felt his hot load splatter the back of my throat and I gulped it up best I could. I still needed to wipe some off my bottom lip with my finger and lick it off after his dick left my mouth, however.
"Holy shit, Julie, you're a talented little cocksucker," Mr. Johnson said.
"Thank you, sir," I giggled, "So I'll get my good marks, right?"
"Oh yes, that was definitely an A+ blowjob."
I smiled and stayed on my knees as he left the stall. I pulled mints out of my purse and popped in three. I knew I should have felt guilty, but I truly didn't. I liked being a slut and I hated school. This was a win-win for me. I would have gone down on a hot guy like Mr. Johnson anyway. I waited five minutes and left the boy's washroom. Some random dude came in just as I was leaving, but he was too distracted by my tits to even seem to notice a girl was in the boy's washroom.
The day continued like that. I get lots of stares anyway, but the combination of my bra being too small and my shirt being really tight, I don't know if a single person looked me in the eye that day. Boy or girl. All the attention got me really horny. When last class finished, I ran to find Kenny, my current fuckbuddy. He wasn't the star athlete or anything, but boy was he fit. I bit my lower lip just looking at him putting his books away. I needed him to rip me apart. I snuck up right beside him and clasped my hands together in front of me. The cleavage it created should have been illegal.
"Hey Kenny," I said in that stupid baby voice he liked, "wanna play?"
"Holy fuck do I ever!" He said, his eyes zipping to my chest, "Did those tits get even bigger?"
"I think so!" I giggled, "Wanna find out for sure?"
"I'm going to cum in my pants if you're not careful, jeez. You're like the walking talking version of pure sex. You're the wildest wet dream."
"So stop talking and let's find a place to fuck!"
He finally yanked his eyes away from my chest and looked in my eyes with a pained expression. I raised an eyebrow and bit my lip again.
"I really, really wish, Julie. But I need to rush right home. I'm flying out with my folks to visit my Aunt for the weekend, remember?"
I didn't expect that. "Oh! Um, not even a quickie in the bathroom?" I was hornier than I expected.
"Holy shit, Julie, really? That's hot, but crazy. The bathrooms are packed after school, plus, I'm already late just from talking to you. I have to go. But be proud of the fucking purple balls this conversation is going to give me for the weekend!"
He flashed a smile, and I couldn't stay mad at him. He was an amazing fuck, but he was also a pretty nice guy. I smiled back and grazed his crotch with my hand. "Fine. See ya, stud. Me and my big tits will miss you tonight."
He groaned and hit his head against his locker then dashed away. My last tease had obviously worked, but it wasn't helpful for me either. He was obviously rock hard under those jeans and feeling that bulge made me weak in the knees. I looked around and noticed about four guys staring at me, slackjawed. They had obviously heard everything. I pushed my tits together then gave them the finger and left. I didn't mind being a slut, but I didn't want to sleep with just ANYbody. Oh well, I would just have to frig myself into oblivion tonight.
I usually took the bus, but I didn't want to be around more people, so I walked home. Mom would be mad that I was a little late, but whatever, she could deal.
I got in the house and was met with the sight of my brother sitting exactly where he had been that morning, his face in another bowl of cereal.
"Really, Jeff? Have you moved at all?"
"Shut up, Jules, of course. I had class today."
"Was it cereal class?"
"You're such a bitch. And that doesn't even make any sense."
"Shut up," I said. I was feeling extra mean and I knew it was because I was horny, but I wasn't about to tell Jeff that. "Where's Mom?"
"Gone," Jeff said, "and left you this."
It was a note.
"Sorry honey, I forgot about Sam's wedding this weekend! Your Dad and I will be back Sunday night. We can go bra shopping on Monday."
"Uggghhh," I said. "Is it that time of year again?"
I was exaggerating, but Dad's best friend Sam got married often enough that it was pretty close to being the truth. Jeff chuckled at the joke and I allowed myself to grin at him. It wasn't his fault that I needed to get off really, really badly.