Last year Molly became a bit distracted at school. The short version was that she had struggled to keep up with Maths and failed the class. Her distraction resulted in unforeseen consequences beyond the academic. The long version might be necessary actually.

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“Jimmy, I have to get to class.” Molly panted as a clumsy hand worked its way up her shirt and found a taught breast.

“You can be a bit late.” Jimmy whispered in her ear. His hot breath tickled her throat and caused a delicate shiver to flutter down her spine. His lips found her earlobe for a quick nip as his fingers searched for the nipple straining against her cotton bra.

“Mr Gardener can get so mean though.” Molly whimpered, but her arms around Jimmy’s neck didn’t loosen, and her hips wiggled closer to his as they necked under the bleachers. Jimmy gave a frustrated grunt and brought both hands under her bra to wiggle it up under her chin. Her milky breast popped free and his hands each found a breast to mould and fondle.

“God your tits feel so good. Take your top off so I can see them.” Jimmy demanded. Molly was hesitant. These bleachers were isolated enough but the occasional student often ditched class to have a smoke or hang out here.

“No, what if someone see’s us?” Molly’s hips found the rough denim and hard zipper of Jimmy’s pants.

“No one is here.” Jimmy soothed, and pulled back to drag Molly’s shirt over her head. Her young B cup breasts were finally free to his view. They were softly rounded globes of milky white flesh capped with pert pink nipples.