Welcome Message

As the students filter in for my first day ever teaching, a couple girls stepped in who instantly caught my eye. The first was a pretty blonde. Slightly shorter than me, she wore a tank top so that her cleavage and flat stomach were showing. She also wore very tight yoga pants, leaving none of her tight curves to the imagination. The second was a tall brunette, at least 5'9, and looked like she must be a model or actress. She had a beautiful face with dark features and big lips. She wore a miniskirt and tight, slightly sheer top, that showed off her model-thin, toned figure, long legs, and most of all, her huge breasts. Her shirt clung tight to her body and accentuated her breasts, the fabric stretching out to it's limit. Though they had different styles, from a pure looks perspective they looked like they might be sisters. Neither appeared to both wearing a bra as their nipples pressed visibly against tops that were already strained around their generous busts. I couldn't believe high schoolers had breasts like that. I had always been sensitive about my own flat chest and felt a twinge of envy. I realized she was staring and glanced up. The teen model was looking at her with an inquisitive gaze and slight smile. I looked away, embarrassed. One of them giggled and said: “So you’re Debbie huh. You don’t look old enough to be a teacher.” The other piped in: “Oh shush, Crystal. Hi there - I’m Felicity.” She held out her hand not as if to shake but rather with the back of it facing towards me daintily, as if i was meant to kiss it.