Lupe Rodriguez was a first generation Mexican-American. Her parents were born and raised in Mexico, but she was born and raised in California. As a teenager Lupe had a very difficult time growing up. Her parents were strict, yet the culture in which she was growing was very permissive. The push/pull of everyday life was very difficult to deal with. Her parents wouldn't let her date even though she was 17, yet her friends were already going out with boys at 16.

She wasn't allowed to wear make-up yet her friend's parents let them wear basically whatever they wanted. Although she felt resentful and angry, she kept her frustration inside. She would never let her parents know. They would be so disappointed in her. They had sacrificed a lot to buy a home in California and keep her clothed and fed. Her father had worked hard to get his business going. And as the only child, she was constantly doted on. She always had nice clothes and extra spending money.

Her parents forbade her to work saying that she needed to focus on her studies. Neither of them had gone to college and they wanted their only daughter to be better then them, to accomplish more than they did. They did so much for her. The least she could do was obey them and follow their rules. At 17 Lupe had already matured into a beautiful woman and took after her mother in most of her features. She was tall, with long dancers legs, a slim waist, and with large round, 36 D breasts. Her hair was thick and straight and cascaded down her back with a light fringe at her forehead, highlighting her beautiful brown eyes. One of her best facial features was her smile.

Lupe was blessed with full red lips and when she broke into a smile the contrast between her white teeth and lips were mesmerizing. She exuded a warmth that attracted many friends and many male admirers. From afar, and casual observation, Lupe seemed to be very confident. With her looks and her intelligence she was a formidable package.

But upon closer inspection someone good at reading body language and insightful, would notice Lupe was not as confident as she appeared. They would see that she had difficulty maintaining eye contact; her voice would trail off as if she was afraid of what she was saying or how she was being perceived, the demure almost fearful affect. A keen observer would notice the way she kept her arms crossed across her chest hiding from the world the large breasts that filled her bra cups almost to overflowing. Filling out her blouse.

Lupe was popular at school with the boys. Not because of her niceness, but because without doubt, she had one of the hottest bodies in school. Her peers, between classes and recess would stare at her furtively. Their eyes absorbing her long, tan, tapered legs, the gentle swaying motion of her round bottom as she walked, and her breasts which bobbed up and down from their size and weight ever so subtly.

If only Lupe knew how many of her peers went home at night fantasizing about her. In the still of the night with their parents asleep, their hormone crazed bodies spread on their backs in the darkness of their rooms as they stroked themselves excitedly with visions of eating Lupe's pussy, sucking Lupe's big tits, fucking her tight cunt as they ejaculated wetly into the air.

In her senior year of high school is when Lupe's problem began. Todd Smith, who played on the varsity football team, had noticed Lupe all the way back to 9th grade when they were in Jr. High together. He had watched her blossom physically from ungainly, coltish, 9th grader with fare potential, to a beautiful, bronze, Aztec goddess at her physical prime. He knew her reputation. She didn't date, she didn't go to games, and although she had a lot of friends, she kept a very low profile on campus.

He also noticed that she has a very passive side to her and was easily flustered. He remembered a time when they had an English class together and the teacher has unexpectedly asked her a question, in the middle of the lesson, about the difference between verbs and adverbs. Lupe went blank and turned beet red when she wasn't able to answer the question correctly and even more so when she grew aware that everyone, especially the guys, were openly staring at her.

Todd remembered her sitting ramrod straight with her arms held stiffly at her sides causing her large tits to protrude outward defiantly. She got all fidgety and nervous, swallowing hard and apologizing profusely to the teacher for not being able to answer the question. She kept her eyes glued to the desk the rest of the class, ashamed at being caught unprepared. Todd had been sitting kitty-corner from her at the time and had a bird's eye view of the proceedings. He remembered staring at her, his eyes wandering over every delicious curve of her. Just thinking about it caused his cock to slightly shift in his jeans.

It was September, and the weather had been really hot. Everyone was wearing tee shirts, shorts, tube tops and halters. Anything to help keep them cool and comfortable. Todd had been watching Lupe all week long and decided that the time had come to put his plan into action. After lunch he waited until Lupe finished lunch and said good- bye to her friends to make his move. He intercepted her purposely at the end of a long row of lockers, which ended at a brick wall festooned with posters for the upcoming homecoming game. She looked awesome with a conservative pair of loose khaki shorts and a loose blouse, which did a poor job of hiding her obvious physical endowments. He positioned himself so that she was subtly pinned in the corner.

"Hey Lupe, how's it going?" he said with a beaming smile.

Lupe was taken aback by his greeting. "Oh hi" she said a tad nervously.

He stared directly into her eyes, his eyes probing deeply, intently. She couldn't maintain the eye contact and demurely dropped her eyes downward.

"Listen," Todd said with faked enthusiasm, "I thought it would be fun if you and I went out Saturday. We can have dinner or something." He phrased the sentence as a declaration rather than a question. He looked at her expectantly.

"I ... I ... don't know Todd," she replied hesitantly, "My parents are very strict. I don't think I could go."

Todd edged slightly closer to her. Lupe took a nervous breath and then slightly backed up. Not wanting Todd to see how uncomfortable she was. He pressed on, slightly more forcefully "Why don't you just tell your parents you are going out with some friends and I'll meet you at Stubers, that Bar and Grill place over on 9th Street and Arbor. I think that would work."

Todd put his hands in his pockets, continuing to gaze at Lupe. His eyes darted to the big breasts protruding from her chest proudly. Firm and round. He licked his lips. Lupe looked up at him and caught his glance. Saw the lust in his eyes as he looked over her bosom. That was so rude, but what should she expect. He was a boy and she unfortunately was cursed with big boobs. It wasn't a good mixture, but there wasn't anything she could do about it.

Lupe made herself hold his stare, but felt wound up, anxious and at a loss for words. She did find him attractive ... but ... could she ... lie to her parents? 'One small lie is not going to hurt and it might be fun ... I need to get out of the house more... ' she thought. With a smile that betrayed her eagerness to go out with him, she replied, "Well ... alright ... I'll go."

Todd smiled back as sincerely as he could manage. "Great! be there at 7:00 and wear a dress." Lupe was taken aback and felt a slight hollowness in her stomach. Before she could say anything Todd said, "You have a great figure and should show it off more. It'll make me happy." He cocked his head at her and winked.

Not wanting to appear disagreeable, she said with forced gaiety, "Ah ... okay ... sure."

"See you Saturday night then," Todd said, as he sauntered off to class.

Lupe got to the restaurant promptly at 7:00, not wanting to be late. She spent the entire afternoon trying to figure out what to wear. Nothing seemed right. She tried on a dozen dresses, finally choosing a white sundress, slightly tight on her with a moderately scooped neckline and which scooped low on her back. The dress was short, but not too short. It looked ravishing on her and contrasted nicely with her bronze skin and black hair.

She finished off the ensemble with black pumps and a black belt that accentuated her thin waist and brought more attention to her large breasts. Lupe glanced at her watch. "It's already 7:15. What if he doesn't show?" she asked herself. She felt a mist of anxiety fill her stomach.

At 7:20 Todd walked in carelessly, holding a backpack. "Well, are you ready to eat?" He said easily, not bothering to apologize for being late.

The hostess sat them down at a table away from foot traffic at Todd's insistence and brought them two menus. Todd looked over at Lupe who appeared mildly nervous. "You look really good in that dress Lupe. Beautiful even."

She smiled shyly.

"You have a great body? Do you work out a lot?"

Lupe was enjoying the attention and the complements. She felt warm inside. It was so nice to be appreciated. She didn't realize how much she missed the attention. It seemed that she spent so much time of her life locked away. "Yes, I do," she replied with a smile, "I do aerobics Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays and weights Tuesdays and Thursdays."

Todd paused a moment. "You have a great sit of tits." He kept his eyes locked on hers looking for a reaction. Lupe didn't register what he said for a few seconds, taken completely unaware. Immobilized and shocked by his comment. She felt butterflies in her stomach. Tits she thought to herself ... tits ... he told me I have a great set of tits. Her anger was mixed with apprehension. She needed to set some limits. She wouldn't allow herself to be talked to like that.

With as much confidence she could muster she said, "Ugh ... Todd ... I like you, but please don't use language like that ... it makes me uncomfortable."

Sitting back in his chair, Todd said, "You mean ... the word ... tits?" He said the last word slowly.

Lupe unconsciously bit her lower lip nervously. She wanted to get up and leave, but didn't want to make a scene.

Todd kept looking at her, noting her reaction. Although she was angry, he also observed that Lupe appeared somewhat confused and apprehensive. Off balance, Lupe sat back and took a deep breath. Filling her diaphragm to relieve the ball of anxiety that churned there. Along with the anxiety, there was a feeling in her stomach she couldn't quite fathom. But it made her feel ... restless. She was angry at what Todd said, but also troubled at the mix of other emotions she was feeling.

She tried to push the feeling of restlessness to one side. Impelled to do so she squeezed her legs together slightly. She tried to look back at him but had to avert her eyes after a few seconds. She could feel the tension in the air.

Todd leaned forward and put his elbows on the table. "With all that working out, your tits must be firm."

'He said tits again, ' she thought. Lupe didn't know what to do. Her mind was going a mile a minute and she found herself tapping her feet nervously on the floor. She felt flushed and warm, the back of her thighs sticky with perspiration.

Todd kept up the pressure. "What size tits do you have Lupe?" he asked slowly and deliberately.

Feeling penned in and helpless by his questions, and wanting to appear in control of herself, she blurted loudly, "36-D's. Now are you satisfied?!" Some of the other restaurants patrons glanced in their direction making Lupe bow her head down in embarrassment.

At that instant the waitress appeared and asked if they were ready to order. Todd ordered salads for the both of them. Lupe leaned over the table whispered so the waitress couldn't hear, "Please, I don't want salad, I want -" Scott ignoring Lupe looked up at the waitress and finished the order. "Honey mustard on both salads please. And for our entrees, turkey burgers, medium rare with fries."

The waitress thanked him, took their menus and walked away from the table. Lupe was angry and humiliated, but didn't want to show it. She didn't want to ruin their evening. Her stomach was in knots and her mind was tumbling from one thought to another. The language that Todd was using was making her mad, but causing her to feel uncertain and troubled at the same time. She didn't like what she was feeling yet at the same time she did. She could feel a warm dampness between her legs. She balled her hands into fists on her lap. 'What is going on with me', she asked herself.

Todd watched Lupe squirm at the other side of the table. He could read her face enough to know that his plan was working. 'Time to work it up a notch, ' he thought. "When I talk dirty to you, does it make you hot Lupe?" Todd said casually between a fork full of salad.

"What do ... do you mean?" stammered Lupe, as another ball of anxiety rolled across her stomach. She could feel the moistness in her vagina increasing. She gripped her fork tighter. Willing herself to stay in control.

"Well," Scott pressed on easily, "When I told you that your ... tits ... must be firm from all that working out ... it seems like you were having a hard time sitting still. Do you feel a tingling in your ... cunt?"

Lupe looked back at him, not knowing what to do or say. Her fingertips white from gripping her fork so tight. She grew aware that her breathing had increased. It was labored and shallow. She drew a deep breath to slow down her pulse. Her heart felt like it was going a mile a minute. Todd noticed that Lupe's nipples had begun to poke out from her repressed excitement and she was intermittently running her tongue across her dry lips.

"Why are your nipples poking out like that?" asked Todd.

Lupe looked down at herself, humiliated and embarrassed. She put the fork down and crossed her arms protectively across her chest. Trying to hide her ample bust. Her eyes were starting to water and she looked like she was ready to cry.

Continuing her torment he continued, "god, your tits are so fucking big and firm. And those nipples. They must be pretty stiff to poke out of your dress like that." Todd leaned in closer. "I bet you're getting so hot that you would love to touch yourself now wouldn't you?"

The heat inside her was getting unbearable and her composure was starting to slip away by the minute. She felt like her vagina was on fire. Her juice bubbling to the surface of her vagina like Dante's Inferno.

Todd stated with authority, "Nobody's looking Lupe, take your hands and rub your palms against your tits."