If you look up the word “average” in a dictionary, you will see Ellie White. Not the prettiest girl in school, she was never going to turn heads or have boys hanging round her, but definitely not unattractive and rarely wore much makeup. Her light brown hair usually hung in a loose ponytail about half way down her back. She was a decent student, not the smartest but got solid grades. She wasn’t perfectly behaved but never did anything disrespectful or mean. She was 5ft 2in tall, not particularly slim but not overweight either. She liked clothes and shopping and music and hanging out with her friends. In other words - your average teenage girl.
There were two things about Ellie, however, that were not average. The first: her boobs. She had just turned sixteen the week before and had a few of her friends over to watch films, eat pizza and have a sleepover, when the conversation turned to their bodies. The girls unanimously agreed that Ellie’s 34D boobs were the biggest and most envied in the whole year. Ellie had developed early, and had noticed that her chest was drawing the attention of students and teachers alike. The second thing about Ellie that can definitely not be called average started in detention on a warm Friday afternoon:
Ellie had got a new phone for her sixteenth birthday. Well, not new exactly, it was a slightly older model but still new to her, and was still very exciting. Ellie’s family didn’t have much money. They weren’t poor exactly, but ever since their dad left them, Ellie, her mum and her older brother had to be careful what they spent. As such, there was rarely spare money available for shopping trips or fancy presents. Still, Ellie was very happy with her new phone. The problem was, she was too happy with it. Her school had a strict no phones policy in lessons, and ever since her sixteenth birthday, Ellie had been caught numerous times on her phone in class. Which brings us to Ellie sitting in Mr Johnson’s classroom after everyone else had gone home. He had caught her on her phone for the third time in a week, which meant an after-school detention on the Friday. Ellie wasn’t angry, she knew she had done wrong, and she liked Mr Johnson - he was a burly man in his early forties, quite gruff but well respected. And, Ellie had noticed, he enjoyed looking down her shirt.
Ellie was sat in the empty classroom, listening to the clock ticking on the wall, her detention work laid out on the table in front of her. She hadn’t started, though; she was daydreaming about the trip to town she was meant to be having tomorrow with her girlfriends, and worrying that she didn’t have any money to spend. She picked up a few babysitting jobs here and there, but they weren’t very regular, and the pay wasn’t great. She was snapped out of her daydream by the classroom door opening and Mr Johnson striding in. He caught sight of her sitting at the table furthest from his desk at the back of the room. He nodded to her and she smiled warmly back at him.
“On with your work then, Ellie,” he growled, lowering himself into his chair and pulling a large stack of books towards him for marking.
Ellie sighed and leaned forward to start her work. The room was quite warm, and she was grateful for the top button being missing on her school shirt. This had the added benefit of allowing a better view for anyone standing above her, which she had discovered recently was a very good way of causing a distraction for getting out of trouble. In truth, the shirt was a bit small by now and was stretched quite tight across her chest. Her mum wouldn’t buy her a new one, though, not while this one was holding together.
Ellie tried to concentrate on her work, but struggled to focus, distracted by the ticking clock, the warm air… and Mr Johnson stealing the occasional glance at her. At first, she thought she was imagining it, but sneaking a look now and then, he was definitely looking at her - or, more specifically, her chest. Ellie was leant forward over her work, and a combination of the angle and her missing button meant that the top of her cleavage was very noticeable. And was definitely catching the attention of Mr Johnson. Ellie smiled to herself, which must have alerted her teacher that he had been caught staring, as he suddenly coughed and shook his head before returning to his marking.
Before long, however, out of the corner of her eye, Ellie could see Mr Johnson staring again. Right at her chest. Once more, she smiled to herself and dared to look at him. He smiled awkwardly and looked away after a second.
The third time she saw him staring, she noticed something else. While his right hand held his red marking pen, Mr Johnson had his left hand over his crotch. Gently stroking himself through his trousers. Ellie’s eyes flicked downwards to his crotch then back up to his face, still smiling. This time, he smiled back and met her gaze. In this moment, she knew something was going to happen. They stared at each other, smiling, with Ellie leaning forward and providing the most teasing of views as Mr Johnson stroked himself through his trousers. Suddenly, she had a brainwave. For the first time in ten tense minutes, the silence was broken:
“…Mr Johnson… it’s very warm in here, isn’t it?” she stammered.
After a pause, he replied in a soft, low tone, “Yes, Ellie, it is.”
“…and… there’s no one in school now, right? They’ve all gone home for the weekend?”
“That’s right, Ellie… it’s just you and me for the next forty-five minutes.”
There was a pregnant pause in which Ellie plucked up the courage to ask the first of many dangerous questions, “Mr Johnson… would you mind if I undid one of the buttons on my shirt?”
The air was thick with tension - this was going to go one of two very different ways.
“I don’t mind at all, Ellie.”
She exhaled, not realising she had been holding her breath. Looking down, she slowly undid the next button down, feeling her boobs push the fabric out and away slightly. Her cleavage was on full display now, though her bra was just about still hidden. She heard Mr Johnson moan softly, and watched as he grabbed his crotch and massage it.
