One of the biggest hassles at school this year was the draconian dress code that got pushed through when a bunch of religious types got themselves elected to the school board.
Before, if girls wanted to show a little cleavage it was no big deal. Now they had to wear their blouses fully buttoned or a women's polo also buttoned right up to their chins. Boys too, in dress shirts or polos, but I didn't care about seeing boys' chests. Slacks and skirt hems couldn't be higher than a few inches above the ankle. And Sarah Miller, Ashley's born-again mother, was one of the leading figures of the new school board.
Across the street Ashley was back in her conservative blouse and skirt. They may have covered her skin, but they were sure cut tight enough to show off her curves! She knew the effect those gently bobbing melons had on the boys and male teachers, and had perfected an innocent looking shrug that had even some of the women at school feeling hot under the collar. Thinking of the times she'd made me break out in a sweat I decided some payback was in order.
I went over the wording I had in mind as I crossed the street.
"I wish that for each full or partial cup size, Ashley will be 100% more aware of her breasts."
As soon as the words left my mouth I saw Ashley stop walking and cross her arms over her chest. By the time I caught up to her she was bent over breathing in short gasps.
"Uh, are you okay?" I had to fight to not break out into a grin at the sweat streaming down the sides of Ashley's face. She was flushed and in obvious distress.
"What? Please go away."
That was the other thing that grated on me. Ashley never swore and always said please and thank you. If you just listened to the tone of her voice you'd think she was super nice. It wasn't until you realized how catty and critical the things she said were that you began to see past the nicey-nice exterior.
"Are you hurt? Do you need me to call 911?"
With a force of will Ashley straightened and looked me in the eye. Dark sweat rings marred her underarms and the neckline of her blouse, and she flinched at pulling her shoulders back--I guess maybe there was some discomfort from standing that way?
"I don't see how there'd ever be anything I'd need from you." She started to do her trademark shrug and stopped, letting out a little gasp.
I tried not to stare at the bumps her tightened nipples made pressing against her clothes. I looked back up and saw Ashley was blushing furiously. She knew what I'd just seen, hell, she'd started to draw my attention to them, but her nicey-nice persona wouldn't let her say anything crude or just storm off. Instead she gave me a stare like I'd missed my cue to depart, and why was I still standing here? Which would have been more intimidating if she hadn't been trembling to hold herself between her normal ramrod straight posture (which incidentally allowed her to stick her tits way out) and the hunched over position she'd been in when I walked up.
"I really wish you'd let me help you." I said solemnly