Tim MacTavish ran and ran, once again late for school. He heard his phone chime but had no time to look at it. “Fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me ... ACK!” He ran into a lady coming around a corner, nearly knocking both of them to the sidewalk. “Sorry, lady ... fuck me...”

Her eyes gave him a once-over. “Why?”

“Uh, what?”

“Why should I fuck you?”

He took a closer look at the woman ... brunette, maybe thirty, wearing tight jogging gear. While athletic, he could see some jiggle in her wiggle. However, he was a boring, brown-haired 18-year-old virgin with nothing to offer her. “You ... shouldn’t? Sorry.”

“Oh, okay. Maybe don’t proposition strangers?” She jogged off.

He shook his head. “Weird.”

“Mr. MacTavish!”

“Goddamnit...” Tim turned to see the vice principal stalking toward him down the hallway. The balding man was wearing his typical brown sports blazer with a Loony Toons tie today. “Hey, Mr. Barber ... I’m sorry I’m late, but the bus drove right by my stop so I had to run ... could you please give me a pass?”

The older man considered. “That seems plausible ... very well ... come on...” He led Tim to his first class and told the teacher to forgive the young man’s tardiness.

Tim just stood there, stunned. Hardass Barber just believed him? He’d actually slept in after staying up too late playing video games. “Thanks, Mr. Barber.”

The man gave him a nod and left.

After sitting in his seat, Tim’s mind was still whirling, what with literally running into that strange woman and then the VP’s weird acceptance of his lie. He was having trouble concentrating on class, so decided to check his phone. On the screen was a colorful, stylized K logo and a notification: Silver Tongue. He frowned down at the screen.

“No phones in class, Tim.”

He looked up to see the teacher standing in front of his desk holding out her hand. “Sorry, Mrs. Buchannon ... I, uh, was checking for a message ... about my grandmother ... she’s very sick.”

The older woman lowered her hand. “Oh dear! Well, try not to check it too much.” With that, she headed back to the front of the class. The students nearby gave Tim some supportive comments. He tried finding some controls on the weird new app, but it was just the logo. Finally, he tucked the device back into his pocket.

“Sorry to hear about your grandma, Tim.”

He looked up from his lunch to see Sherry ... something ... began with a C. “Thanks.” The girl sat down across from him. He’d been sitting alone, as per usual, so this was notable.

“I was raised by my grandma,” she told him. “My parents died when I was young.”

He nodded, unsure how to respond. As he ate, he kept the girl in his peripheral vision. Pretty, with wavy brown hair and glasses, plus a huge fucking rack that was pushing out her sweater. She turned, waved at a female friend a few tables over, then turned back and winced as one of her boobs impacted the table. She gave him a sheepish grin as she cradled the huge mammary.

He thought back to the app. Silver Tongue? “Uh, have you been tested for breast cancer?”

She paused. “I’m only eighteen.”

“You can get cancer at eighteen.”

She looked concerned. “Really? How do I test for it?”

He looked around. “You have to, um ... well, you don’t want to do it here.”

She had a serious face on now. “Where?”

“C’mon, we’ll go to the nurse’s office.”

Sure enough, the nurse was out for lunch. Now alone with the girl, he closed the door behind and they sat on one of the cots.

“You have to, uh, massage your breasts ... make sure there are no lumps,” he directed her.

She gripped her huge boobs, which he figured were at least double-D, through her sweater. “Ungf.”

“Here...” He took a hold of the bottom of her sweater and lifted it up, her undershirt coming along with it. “You shouldn’t have anything in the way or you might miss something.” Instead of slapping or yelling at him, the girl raised her arms so he was able to take her top off, revealing her industrial-strength brassiere. His eyes boggled at the vast expanse of pale cleavage that was now pointed right at him. When she started massaging again, he stopped her. “Nothing in the way, remember?”

She hesitated. “Um...”

He thought quickly. “You really don’t want breast cancer ... that’s what my grandmother has, and it’s been terrible.”

“O-okay...” She reached back, her face blazing, and unfastened the titsling, which practically flew from her body due to the released tension.

Sherry’s areolas were small compared to the sheer amount of boobflesh around them, but her nipples were large, gumdrop-shaped nubs that practically demanded that they be sucked. But how to convince her of that while she was testing for cancer? She began massaging again.

“Umm ... not like that.”

She paused. “I’m doing it wrong?”

“Yes ... I can show you, okay?” He slowly moved his hands up.

She lowered hers. “I ... okay. Mmn...” she sighed as his hands sunk into her soft orbs.

He was in absolute heaven with his fingers delving into her warm milkers. So squishy! “You, uh, have to really get in there, like this.” He pushed his fingers deeper. His erection was straining to be released.

“Hngh...” Sherry’s face continued to blaze as she winced again.

Once he’d gotten his fingers everywhere else, he moved them to her nipples and found that they were hard.

“Mmh...” she sighed, her eyes closed. He could see her knees rubbing against each other under her skirt. “Ooh!” She blinked her eyes open, smacked his hands away, then leaned over, shaking. “You’re, uh, done, right?”

His cock was aching in his pants. “Sherry, you want to make out?”

She grabbed her bra and started fastening it up. “Why?”

“I was just touching your boobs and you’re asking why?”

She paused. “Weren’t you just helping me check for cancer?”