Jennifer pulled her socks on with one hand as she got ready for school. Her other hand was firmly planted on her left breast, sensually massaging her ample C cup. As she pulled on her shoe, she noticed her face felt a little warm. She chalked it up to her home's heater, and finished gathering the belongings that she'd need for school.
As she approached her room's doorway, she felt a sudden pleasurable release as a moan escaped her lips. She suddenly realized just what she had been doing the entire time she was getting ready, and brought the trouble-making hand up to her forehead in a gesture of frustration. 'Again? Man I really wish I could break this habit. Ever since I got these things I just can't stop messing with em. It wouldn't be so bad if I knew I was doing it on purpose or I could choose when, but sometimes it's like my hands have a mind of their own!' with that thought, she strode to the bathroom to clean herself up and change her panties.
After a quick swap, she was on her way to school. She had decided against a bra, as it only hurt when her hands got to work on top of it.
Luckily for her, she reached the bus stop right as the local students were climbing on board. As Jennifer climbed the steps, she spotted her friend Sarah and quickly made a bee-line to sit next to her. The two chatted and discussed the previous days' classes, boys, and cheer squad. As their discussion intensified, Jennifer's right hand began caressing the corresponding tit. After a few moments, Sarah felt the need to interrupt, "I know we've been friends for way long now, but I don't think your condition will ever get less....distracting for me." Jennifer thought for a moment then realized what Sarah was referring to.
"Distracting? How do you think I feel? I practically don't even notice unless someone says something or I cream myself. Both of which are less than fun to deal with throughout the day."
"Yeah, I guess I never really thought of it like that. Still there's nothing any doctors can do for you? Maybe something that does it for you?"
Jennifer let out a short laugh, "What, like portable taffy machine for my boobs? I don't even know where the issue lies. It's like my hand just starts doing what it wants to. By now I don't even realize I'm doing it while I'm using my other hand."
"But, aren't your boobs sore from all of it?" Sarah inquired.
"Most people would think so, but for some reason they're just as sensitive and fun as I imagine your boobs are." They looked at eachother for a moment and then Jennifer realized what she said, her face becoming beet red as she turned away.
"A-anyways, it looks like we're here." Jennifer pointed out to try to distract Sarah from her unintentional innuendo.
They both exited the bus, and before they parted ways, Sarah looked Jennifer in the eyes and said, "Find me at lunch if you need any help with anything." As they split off in the hall, Jennifer could -swear- she saw Sarah wink. As her mind went back to the bus, she felt the familiar pressure of release as her panties took the brunt of her newfound emotions. She quickly removed her hand from her chest and planted both hands firmly in her pockets as she stalked off to class.
The classes before lunch passed in a haze of pleasure. Mostly because she had several mental intermissions as she brought herself to orgasm. Although her actions had garnered her quite a few glances, nobody reacted out of the ordinary to what was--for them--a normal day.
As she strutted to the cafeteria after classes, she noticed that she felt a little top-heavier than usual, but she couldn't tell why. Her D-cup breasts were always a little hefty, which is probably why they demanded so much attention from her hands.
She found Sarah at the usual table they sat at. Sarah furrowed her brow as Jennifer approached, and it wasn't until the familiar release that Jennifer realized why. This time both her hands had been at it, pushing her even faster to climax.
"You really seem like you could use a hand, eh?" Sarah asked Jennifer, this time the sly wink was more than Jennifer's imagination. Jennifer nodded as Sarah got up and the two made their way to one of the few places of guaranteed privacy in the school; the old gymnasium.