I had turned 15 just before the events of this story. I have changed the name of the man this story is about to protect the innocent. I hope you enjoy it.

  Before I turned 13, I had developed B cup boobs (C cup in UK and Europe) and my hips had begun to round out. As I developed I noticed how the boys began to look at me differently, including the frequent stares at my tits. At first I thought their looks and stares were creepy, but it did not take me long to begin appreciating them. I realized they were liking what they were seeing, and I was liking the attention. Obviously, I needed to give them more to see and enjoy. 

  The public school did not have uniforms, but it had a dress code, which seemed designed more to keep girls from distracting boys than for any practical reason. My conservative Dad's dress code was stricter and insured his little girl dressed to his standards. By babysitting and helping neighbors with household chores, I earned money that allowed me to buy some of my own clothes, without Dad knowing.  Soon, when I headed for school in the morning, I was actually wearing 2 sets of clothing, but before I reached school, the conservative outfit was packed away in my backpack. 

  My clothes became more form fitting, with necklines as deep as I dared, so more cleavage showed. My skirts were shorter, to expose more leg and tighter to show the roundness of my ass. Shortly after I began to wear more revealing clothes in public, I realized it was not just the boys giving me those admiring looks. Men were too. The more attention I got, the more daring my clothing choices became. 

  Those "accidental" bumps and gropes of my tits gave me a bit of a thrill, though the anonymous ass slaps in crowded hallways were annoying. Mr. Weldon was the assistant principal responsible for enforcing school rules and was frequently seen standing at corridor intersections during class changes, watching for any of us miscreants stepping out of line. I knew I was about to be warned about my clothes one day when I saw him give me a look from his position at a corner, especially when he stepped directly in front of me. Instead, he turned and walked ahead of me. 

  Just as I started to breathe easier, Mr. Weldon suddenly reversed directions. Naturally, I could not stop in time. We collided. He reached out to catch me to prevent me from falling. His hand quickly gave my left tit a squeeze. He pulled his hand back and began apologizing. His words and voice sounded sincere, but the expression on his face and his eyes glued to my cleavage and not my face told me the truth. 

  It was not long before my school dress code violations became a bit more obvious. Most teachers did nothing more than make occasional comments. A few made threats of reporting me to the principal, and a few times did. I knew that my repeated warnings would eventually warrant a call to my Dad. However, I just could not help myself. The day finally came when the intercom called me from class to Mr. Weldon's office. I had been there before, but was always dealt with by Ms. Steinbeck. However, I had never been paged or pulled from class. I knew the day had come. 

  On my way to the office, I stopped at a restroom. As I walked into the reception area of Mr. Weldon's office, I was missing my panties. and Ms. Steinbeck sent me straight into Mr. Weldon's inner office.  I am not sure if Mr. Weldon was being polite or getting a better look at my cleavage when he stood up as I walked in. Either way, he directed me to a chair in front of his desk and told me to take a seat. I sat, pressing my ass against the back of the chair, with my legs closed. He glanced at the file on his desk before he said another word. 

  The lecture began with him informing me of the number of reports he had gotten, and the number of times I had seen Ms. Steinbeck about my continued dress code violations, and ended with the statement that he would need to talk with my father about the problem. Of course, I was "horrified." I slid towards the front of the chair and leaned forward. As sincere as his voice sounded after groping my tit, I pleaded with him not to heap more concerns on my poor Dad, explaining that trying to raise 3 children without help was not easy. I continued with the fact that I had to buy my clothes at consignment shops and it was hard to find properly fitting clothes that I could afford. 

  By then, his face had softened a bit, so I relaxed and leaned back, careful not to slide my ass back and of course, leaning forward had spread my legs a bit. I continued explaining how difficult it was to be 13 and responsible for my younger siblings while Dad worked. It was extremely brief, but the expression that flashed across Mr. Weldon's face told me he had spotted what I had exposed. 

  He "bought" my story and excuses. He relented on calling my Dad, but I would have to report to Ms. Steinbeck for in office detention, after classes, at 3:15 PM. As a final threat, he informed me that he expected me to conform to the dress code very soon, or he would have no choice but to talk with my Dad. 

  The clock on the wall read 3:12 when I walked into Ms. Steinbeck's office. She was not there, but that was not unusual. She might have been in Mr. Weldon's office, the restroom or somewhere else around the administration area. I took a chair against the wall to wait. I only had to wait a couple of minutes before Mr. Weldon stepped out of his office. He explained that Ms. Steinbeck had been called away from the office for a family "thing," so I would serve my detention in his office while he did paperwork. His matter-of-fact voice did not completely cover a bit of nervousness. 

  He held the door for me to step through first. I could feel his eyes on me. Once the door was closed, Mr. Weldon began talking about the need for a timetable and arrangement for me to conform to the dress code. He seemed really concerned that if somethings could not be worked out, I might have to be suspended, but I was such a good student that he did not want that to happen. While his trousers might have been loose fitting, a quick glance told me exactly what the "something to work out" was. 

  I am the one nervous as I stepped closer to him. If I misread things, I was about to get suspended. My right-hand slowly moved to his crotch and my fingers closed around the bulge. As innocently as I could muster, I said I thought we could reach some sort of arrangement. He said nothing, but his expression said I was correct. I went to my knees, then with both hands unfastened his pants and pulled out his cock. I looked up at him, smiled and slipped my lips around its head. 

  After sliding my tongue around it for a moment, I slid my lips down the shaft until the head reached the top of my throat. With my mouth moving up and down his cock while I licked and sucked it, he began to softly moan. A few minutes later, his hands gripped my head, his fingers tangled in my hair and he drove it into my throat. Almost before I gagged, he pulled back and drove in again. He face fucked me for several minutes, with his thrusts growing harder and faster the longer he fucked me, until his cock exploded. His cum gushed into my throat. I gagged but was able to choke it down. 

  As I licked the last of his cum from my lips, he tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped them up. My in-office detention was done for the day, but there would be more in the future. It was not often, but I got called to Mr. Weldon's office from time to time so he could point out how many complaints he had received, without calling my Dad or suspending me. We always came to an agreement of arrangements which did eventually lead to me being leaned over his desk so he could fuck that pussy I showed him that first time in his office. My Dad never got a call and I was never suspended.