As Lena strode confidently into the classroom, she allowed one strap of her crop-top to slip from her shoulder exposing slightly more of the upper curve of her right breast. Everyone in the class seemed to stop whatever they were doing just to watch the young, budding goddess simply move to her seat and slip into the chair. Crossing her arms made the other strap slip off her left shoulder making the already skimpy top slip down further to reveal more of her perfectly tanned cleavage. Mr. White snapped himself out of it reluctantly peeling his eyes away and approaching Lena.
Lena looked up from her seat innocently knowing full well what Mr. White was staring at as he stood over her. Her nipples stood at attention, the outline of them clearly visible through the thin top, and clearly displaying the fact that she was wearing no bra. As he tried to gather his words, Lena reached up pulling her thick, luscious mane into a ponytail making her breasts jiggle slightly and her abdominal wall dance. "Yes, Mr. White? Did you want to speak with me?"
"Ahem- yes, Lena. Yes, I have to say that your attire is not appropriate for school."
"Why, what do you mean, Mr. White?" Lena pouted looking down at herself even getting a little turned on at how amazing she looked.
Mr. White leaned in to whisper so as not to embarrass Lena in front of the class. "For starters, you're not wearing a bra."
Lena got goosebumps from Mr. White's warm breath traveling down her neck. Apparently, she was also super-sensitive and her nipples were now practically hard as bullets. She whispered back, "Does it look like I need one?"
Nervously, Mr. White shot up recoiling from Lena trying restrain himself from his own very male response. "I'm going to need you put something else on, Lena. Now!"
"May I borrow some scissors?" Lena was already up and moving to Mr. White's desk to retrieve his pair and presented them to him and the class. "You want me to wear something else?"
The class responded with a resounding "yeah!"
Mr. White stammered, "Wha-wait, I'm sure that is not..."
"Okay, but just this once because you asked so nicely, Mr. White." Promptly, she began to cut at the lower hem of her crop-top. Interestingly, she found the sharp end of the scissor blade quite a pleasant feeling when she accidentally stab her breast. She cut the hem up to just one inch below her nipples exposing the under side of her DD bow sitting high, perky, and with just a hint of jiggle. She also cut the straps turning the crop-top into a tube top now only being held in place by the size of her tits.
"How about that?" Lena bit her lip waiting for Mr. White's reaction. If he was staring before, he practically hypnotized now. Giggling, Lena brought the scissors to her tight leggings and began to snip away the legs to reveal the bottom of her perfect, tightly muscled buttocks and her fit, tanned legs. THe leggings were now nothing more than scandalously short shorts. Satisfied with her work, she placed the scissors back onto the desk and returned to her seat. Knowing everyone was watching intently, she bent over at the waist to retrieve her notebook giving anyone behind a full view of her rear as the already short shorts rode higher on her butt and a good view of underboob. Everyone in front of her was treated to the wonder site of her cleavage as her breasts only jiggled slightly while she dug through her pack. Lena stood back up, adjusted her breasts in her tube top, and took her seat not noticing that her rear had left dents in the seat.
"So, are you going to teach us something or do I get to show off some more?" Lena beamed sitting upright so show as much breast as she could.
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