Prom Night Betrayal

[The_J0k3R]

My eyes went wide when my Miss Amy turned around, showing me the depths of her cleavage in the now-cut shirt. I smirked, immediately bringing my phone up and snapping a picture before she could do anything about it!

"Very happy," I said, grinning almost stupidly, before turning and grabbing a folder off my desk. "Now, let's see," I said, flipping through the pages, "ah, here it is." I handed her the sheet; it was the run-down on the Research Paper we would be doing, including the available topics and guidelines.

I patted the back of the chair in front of my computer. "You can use my computer," I said, stepping aside to let her take a seat.

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

And so, there I was sitting down on the chair, glancing at the paper and then to the computer screen. My hand was on the mouse, as I opened up the text document and began to type in...nothing. Absolutely nothing. As much as I hate to say this, I really was clueless in this class and could not even bring myself to actually begin the work. And so, I moved my hand away from the mouse when I said...

"Ugh....Please, please help me Tommy. I really am dumb."

 

[The_J0k3R]

I had to chuckle a bit at her desperation, and especially her willingness to acknowledge that she really was dumb. If only she knew that the webcam sitting on top of my computer screen was secretly recording her every movement and sound...

I came up behind her, my hand snaking under her arm to take control of the mouse, as I started explaining just what a research paper was. My other hand came around the other side of her, and when I went to type in a website on the keyboard, both my arms rubbed against her abundant sideboobs as I typed, even causing a little jiggle!

"It helps to do some actual research first..." I said, my eyes peering down her sliced shirt, admiring the deep cleavage that was on display; from here, I could even see plenty of her bra, and that only made my cock start to fill with arousal again!

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

Ugh...as much as I hated to admit this to myself again, I really did need his help. Maybe that's why I said really quietly "Hey, watch your arm..." when he began to rub his arm against the side of my massive boob. I knew that he was doing this on purpose, but I wasn't left with many options, you know. So, I toughed it out and just ignored the fact that he was looking down my shirt every so often.

But even so, we were making progress with the research...

 

[The_J0k3R]

We certainly made some progress on the research, but it was definitely time-consuming, to say the least. It began to occur to me that there was no possible way this project could get done in time if I made her do the actual work. It was already getting late on a Monday night, and we hadn't written a single word yet!

In fact, it was becoming painfully obvious, as I watched her try to make sense of the articles and papers I helped her find for the project, that she was helpless. I panicked a bit, because if she didn't have a half-way decent paper to turn in on Friday, she wouldn't go with me to Prom. I couldn't let that happen. I began to formulate an alternative plan in my head...

It was almost midnight. "Time for me to go to bed," I announced. I smirked at her when she turned in her chair to look over at me, and my greedy eyes drank in the sight of her deep exposed cleavage.

"You're welcome to crash here if you want," I said, patting the bed next to me suggestively, though I was well aware she'd say no. Never hurt to ask though, right?