Clark was holding his lunch tray while anxiously scanning the staff lounge. He cracked his ankles against the floor one by one. A low chatter filled the room. The large round tables had already been occupied by groups of General Education teachers. He looked further at the back. One of the smaller tables was occupied by a group of 3 more teachers. He searched the next table. 2 more teachers sitting together. ‘Damn’. Then Clark looked behind one large table and saw the last small table - empty. ‘Bingo!’
He tried not to seem rushed as he sped his way to that empty table. The other Gen Ed teachers were busy eating and talking amongst themselves and didn't register him. Most of them usually didn't interact much with the SPED teachers. Sort of an idiotic sense of superiority, like SPED teachers were beneath them. Though some of them were nice. Whatever… Clark had other problems than school politics to worry about.
Suddenly, Annette, the old French teacher, intercepted him from the side and blocked his way. Clark could swear she'd seen him and intentionally tried to get ahead of him. He was now stuck walking behind Annette in the direction of the only empty table available.
Annette always had on about 7 scarfs that looked like rags. She was walking annoyingly idly with her own tray as more teachers entered the lounge with their own trays. Clark was futilely trying to look on either side of her for a way to pass her without being an ass about it. He felt his anxiety rising with each step as Annette and he were strolling by between the tables. ‘Doesn’t she get what a jungle the staff lounge is?!’ he thought anxiously.
Annette reached the section of the smaller tables and turned to the empty one. ‘Damn it!’ Clark thought, defeated.
“Ann! Come sit with us”, Clark heard a voice behind them. Annette stopped and twisted her head backwards, then her eyes lit up.
“Aww, Sandra, how did I miss you? At my age it's getting harder to…”
‘Yeah yeah yeah, move…’ Clark thought to himself impatiently as he maneuvered past Annette and finally sat at his target, relieved. He placed his tray on the table and added his set of keys on its far side, signaling the other seat was saved.
Clark searched around the room, then took out his phone. He texted a message back:
‘I found us a table in the far end of the staff lounge’, he wrote.
PING
‘Yes! I'm coming, Clark!!! 🥳☺️🌻’
Clark shivered. He knew the text was completely innocent, but… just…
He couldn't stop thinking about Lina. Her smile. God, that never-ending smile that spurred butterflies in his stomach like crazy… that feminine, sexual energy she exuded off of every word she said, every gesture she made. That… fuck, that toned, huge, gorgeous, sexy ass of hers that jiggled and swayed mightily with her every step, especially with those heels that even further accentuated it. And Jesus Christ… those mega tits of hers. They were just unreal. Bigger than anything he's ever seen in his life.
Yesterday he thought this must've been an accident, but today Lina kept bumping her giant breasts into him. She came 3 times to his desk to ask a question, and every time there was boob-contact. Seemingly innocent, but somehow still present. Clark initially thought it was because of their huge size that made it hard to maneuver for her, but… he just couldn't tell how intentional that was.
He straightened his shirt, then stopped. Why was he so nervous? This is stupid. He shook his head quickly. ‘Ugh! Control yourself, man!’ Clark scolded himself.
*
Suddenly, the low chatter died down. Clark looked back at the entrance and saw Lina. Then he realized everyone was looking at her as well.
Lina seemed… completely out of place. Aurora was a small town, and most teachers dressed casually. Next to them, Lina looked like a flamingo in a flock of pigeons. Her elegant, dark blue suit and white button up shirt were several levels above the “strict” dress code in Aurora elementary school, and yet - her clothes were the least conspicuous thing about her…
Those boobs looked like she'd stuffed two overinflated beach balls in her shirt. They occupied a much-much-much-more-than-considerable amount of space in front of her.
Everyone was looking at Lina. Yet, despite all the attention - Lina didn't seem embarrassed. She had this quiet confidence. Clark couldn't not admire her.
Lina was searching the room when Clark then remembered she was searching for him. He raised his hand high, and a moment later Lina spotted him. Her smile widened to show her perfect set of teeth. She started walking confidently in Clark's direction.
The chatter returned, but felt different now. Lower.
“Who's that?” Clark heard Annette quietly asking the teachers at her own table, baffled.
“I heard that's the new ‘Specials’ teacher”, Sandra whispered back with a sneer. “She came in yesterday. Wait till she puts her tray away… god, what surgeon in their right mind would agree to do that?” Sandra whispered with a chuckle.
Clark clenched his fists in anger. Goddamn gossipy Sandra. Always had something to say about anyone.
Lina tried to maneuver between the tables without smacking this or that teacher with either of her ginormous boobs. It was actually impressive. She walked slowly but confidently and had a warm smile on her face as she was looking at Clark from afar.
The butterflies in Clark's stomach travelled lower. He suddenly felt a jolt in his crotch. ‘Shit! Fuck, not now!!’ he panicked and adjusted himself a little in his seat. It wasn't just Lina's bust or beauty. It was mainly her infinite positivity, warmth and above all - the sexual aura she oozed with her every movement, smile and piercing gaze. As if she let Clark know with her gaze that she had private plans just for him. And that smile was more than merely ‘polite’.
Lina passed by Sandra's, Annette's and their friends’ table. Suddenly, that whole table got instantly quiet as everyone was gawking at Lina with their mouths opened. Clark saw Sandra and her female friends seethe with jealousy and smiled to himself. There were two male teachers there who shifted in their seats uncomfortably, similar to Clark. They all followed Lina with their gazes. When they finally saw Lina's destination, and especially how open and warm she was to Clark when she reached him - everyone's mouths hung open. Clark admitted it felt kinda nice. He grabbed his keys from the table and put them back in his pocket.
“Thank you so moch, Clark! I was afraid I wouldn't have a place to sit”, Lina said with the biggest, sweetest smile ever.
“My pleasure, no worr… ies”, Clark drifted off, his brain short-circuiting at what he saw next, his eyes opening wider involuntarily.
Lina, having such an enormous mass of boobs in front of her, leaned way forward to place her tray on the table. It was so quick, but that simple action caused several things to happen simultaneously, each of which was too hot to resist looking at on its own.
Her gorgeous face got a lot closer to Clark's, maybe less than a foot from his face. She was looking right into his eyes with a shy smile that caused jitters all throughout his body. If Clark didn't know any better, he'd think she was on trajectory to kiss him. And being completely honest with himself - he didn't know if he'd have been able to stop himself if she did.
Lina’s shirt creaked ominously as the buttons strained under the growing pressure of the heavy mass beneath them. She leaned far forward, angling her torso so her breasts dipped low enough to clear the tabletop instead of smothering it. Even then, their upper curves brushed the table’s edge. The contact caused the single inch of visible cleavage to swell outwards by another three or four inches. Most women would kill for that much cleavage in total, yet for Lina, it came from the slightest bump against the table, with far more still concealed beneath her shirt.
The rest of her boobs were hidden underneath the table. If Clark would've looked - he'd see their pendulous forms swaying another foot under it and reaching around her knees!
However, the part of this maneuver that Clark didn't see all that well, yet Sandra's table got front row seats for - was Lina's ass. That perfect, huge, round, sexy Latina ass was mooning, inches away from Sandra's shocked face. Sandra shriveled in her seat, knowing she'll never have an ass even remotely as sexy as this. Suddenly Sandra didn't have anything to say. She just wanted to reach out and smack those ass cheeks as they pushed into her face. The male teachers in Sandra's table gawked and shifted again in their seats. This was a type of ass that has probably never been seen in Aurora.
And just like that, Lina straightened back up. Then… sitting down was also a scene in itself, actually.
Lina took her chair way back. So far back, actually, that her chair hit the teacher's chair in the small table behind her.
“Oops, sorry”, Lina half twisted her head back with a shy smile. The teacher behind Lina looked back at her, only for his eyes to open in shock upon getting a surprise view of the two biggest, roundest, perkiest ass cheeks he's ever seen, 6 inches from his face.
Lina entered in front of her chair, then sat with a ‘plomp’ sound. Clark looked at her, paralyzed, while Lina shuffled forward as much as she could. It wasn't much, unfortunately. Despite shoving as much boobage downwards underneath the table, their tops still bumped heavily against the tabletop. And every time she shuffled forward, those couple inches of cleavage jiggled madly, while the boobage inside her shirt stayed firmly in place.
At last, Lina settled to her final position. Clark fought like hell to close his shocked mouth and not stare. Lina's boobs were pressed several inches into the tabletop. The visible part above the table could easily fill a J or K cup in itself, yet the majority of her boobage was still hidden underneath it, resting its heavy weight onto her luscious thighs and pushing against the table from below it. Her torso was far from the table itself, and she had to lean onto her boobs to even reach her plate! ‘How can someone be this busty?!’ Clark thought, flabbergasted.
“Sorry… I'm still trying to get used to these small chairs…”, Lina said, blushing.
“Heh… yeah”, Clark said back automatically without thinking. Then he took a second to understand what she was saying. He discreetly looked a bit to the side of Lina's chair and gasped. Clark took a deep breath, futilely trying to calm down. Lina wasn't fat by any means. In fact, she was really quite skinny and fit. However, that ginormous ass her hers… fuck…
Clark has been sitting comfortably in his own chair, having a couple of spare inches left on either side of his seated rear. Lina, however, was a different story. Those mega ass cheeks of hers, so shapely and curvaceous, stuck out in the air about half a foot on either side of her own chair, which was of the same model as Clark's. After their big big big curve around her hips, Lina's ass cheeks tapered dramatically to her extremely slender, long, fit legs, which rested elegantly crossed underneath her chair. Her body was just unreal!
Clark was breathing hard. He had no chance against her. He felt his dick…. awakening. There was just no other way. He thanked god his crotch was concealed under the table. And why was he so nervous???
This wasn’t a date. This was… lunch with a coworker. She just… happened to be female… gorgeous… and with the sexiest ass and the biggest boobs on the planet. That’s all. And… smiling at him constantly, laughing at his jokes, looking up to him, listening to him, is affectionate with him, touching him and making him feel like there are no problems in his life whenever she’s around him. Did he mention she never stops smiling at him? So yeah… just casual lunch with a coworker.
“So… second day. How uh… how’re you feeling so far?” Clark asked and forced himself to start eating. He felt everyone’s eyes in the staff lounge on them. Nosy teachers…
“Ayeee, is really good, I think, no? Today I felt it was a little more difficult than it was yesterday, yes. I see now why you decided to start with the “easier” children, but I think it was ok in the end. And thank you for all your help today, again”, Lina said.
“Sure, my pleasure”, Clark said. “You really seem like you’re getting the hang of it, though”.
“Thank you, I'm glad. Ahh! I just remembered, I wanted to ask you… where do I find the details of each student? Full name, student ID and all that? For the Individual… something something… it’s three letters… I forgot,” Lina tried to recall.
“Ohhhh… the Individualized Education Program? Yeah that’s IEPs,” he said.
“Jyes! IEPs,” Lina replied, relieved.
“Yeah, sorry, I forgot to tell you. Meredith left the IEP binders in the locked cabinet in the classroom. I’ll show you later. But you don’t have to fill them right away,” he added, noticing she still looked tense.
“For now,” he said, “you’re really only responsible for the four kids we'd discussed, not all eleven. I’m still handling the long-term IEP stuff, you know, parent communication, paperwork... So, right now just focus on your group and what works for them.”
He paused, watching her ease a little.
“And listen, if something comes up that you need help with, I’m here. We’ll handle it together. There’s no rush to take full control of everything yet.”
“Ok. Ok, thank you, Clark. That helps a lot,” she said, finally sounding reassured.
There was a slightly awkward pause before Clark spoke again. “You seem to care a lot about this job”, he observed with a kind smile.
Lina took a moment to ponder this before she answered.
“You know, Clark…”, she said. Clark felt instant warmth upon hearing her saying his name so softly. “This... this is so especial for me. I’m still learning to be a teacher for these wonderful children, and I just love teaching them. But I’m ascared to screw up. Each of them has a unique, sometimes difficult background, and I don’t want to do something bad for them, you know?” She said with some hesitance.
Lina finally reached to grab her knife and fork. Clark's eyes bugged out and he fought like hell not to gasp when he saw her lean forward to reach her plate! Her boobs mashed against the table and created massive hillocks under her chin due to the pressure from the tabletop. Her arms were stretched awkwardly over and into her boobs from above. She somehow, quite expertly actually, cut her food from such a far distance, then carefully travelled her right hand back over the abyss of her endless bust, to finally reach her mouth.
Clark felt his crotch tighten further. It was impossible not to. Every movement of this girl, every gesture, was done in the sexiest way possible. It's not that Lina overdid it. She just couldn't help looking seductive, no matter what she did. Clark took a deep breath and tried to ignore everything below Lina's neck.
“I know, I get it. I still feel this way myself sometimes. But I mean… just try to remind yourself that if you feel this way - it means that you care. And that’s the most important thing. You’ll make mistakes, everyone does. But as long as you learn from them and try to do what’s right - you’ll be ok. Hey - I mean it”, Clark said as he looked meaningfully into her eyes. Lina’s hesitance eased a bit and she let out a little smile.
“Thank you, Clark. I don’t know what I’d do without you”, she said and instinctively touched the back of his hand for a second, before quickly pulling it away. ‘Mierda! I gotta stop touching him like that…’, Lina panicked. Clark tried to not react to her touch but just… fuck… that warmth coursing through his body. He really felt like he’s becoming addicted to it. His body was depleted of warmth and affection, and every time she touched him - it filled him a little bit.
“Ehm… that’s… heh…”, Clark murmured, realizing he’s blushing and looked down at his plate. “Sure, no problem”, he said and took a bite of his sausage.
“Hey… byvewayvvfff oopffff!!”, he talked with his mouth full and a little piece of food accidentally escaped back from his mouth to his plate. He gulped. “Oh shit! Sorry! Damn it, I’m such a clutz…”, he said, smiling embarrassedly. Lina laughed at his clumsiness and put a shy hand over her mouth. Her cleavage jiggled madly up and down, again and again as she laughed whole-heartedly.
Clark took a deep breath. ‘Fuck… fuck, this is so fucking hard… Why are you so fucking HOT?????’ he thought, fighting himself.
Lina took a moment before she finally calmed down enough. Seeing Clark fumble his food like that made her feel instant ease and relief. She’s been so anxious about this job, and wanted to prove herself. To herself. To Clark, too, maybe? And Clark just made her feel… ok. Good. Like she didn’t have to be perfect, and that this was a safe space.
“I’m sorry, Clark. I didn’t laugh at you. You were just so fonny with your food spitting out like that”, she giggled. Clark couldn’t help laughing at himself as well along with her. “So, wait. What did you try to ask me before you tried to hit me with your sosage?” She said and bit her lip teasingly.
“I didn’t try to… oh, ok, I get it, yeah you’re making fun of me now. Really funny, ha ha”, he said with a blushing smile. Lina looked sideways and back at him. “Mmmm, maybe a little”, she said mischievously.
“I was trying to ask you…”, Clark tried to steer things back to topic, but he couldn’t help admitting to himself this was the most fun conversation he’s had in a long time. “... if you don’t mind sharing - what made you… you know… come here?” he said, and only then allowed himself to take a bite. Carefully.
Lina actually hesitated before answering. “Well… I knew I wanted to be a… what do you call it? SPED teacher? So I studied Especial Education in Colombia, but the school programs there are not so… organized, I guess? And here in the U.S. is a lot better. So I thought, why not?” she said and took a bite of her own food, again - having to mash her boobs into the table to reach her plate, and making her cleavage bulge in return. However, Clark looked at her and sensed that there was more to the story.
“Wait… but like, how did you know you wanted this profession? I mean… I don't know if they told you but it's not just parties and yachts and dancing all the time. Though these dance parties on Fridays are pretty neat”, Clark said with a chuckle. Lina giggled shortly, but then her face got more serious. Clark could see some sadness in her eyes suddenly.
“How do you know exactly what to ask?” she said with a smile that felt a bit sad.
“Hey, I may be a total clutz but I am pretty good at my job. I think…” he said with a shy smile. Lina sighed heavily.
“I… I have a little brother. He’s 5 years younger than me. And, he… has Cerebral Palsy”, she said slowly and her voice cracked. Clark looked at her compassionately and just listened. “He’s been in a wheelchair since he was 7 years old”, she then stopped and gauged Clark’s reaction. Clark pondered that for a moment.
“What’s his name?” he asked quietly. Lina got instantly emotional. She didn’t expect that question. Most people say stuff like “I’m sorry…”, or “poor thing…”, or “that's aweful…”, and look at her with pity. Like her brother had already died or something. There was just something really… nice… about Clark simply asking for her brother’s name. Like her brother is like any other guy she's talking about.
“Fabian”, she said and felt her eyes tearing up a little. She looked down embarrassedly upon Clark seeing her cry like that. Clark took a long, quiet moment before he continued.
“So… what’s he like?” he asked curiously. Lina smiled tearfully, reminiscing.
“Well… Fabian is, he’s very sweet and fonny”, Lina said with a choked voice. “He loves action movies and also listening to heavy metal music. And he has such a dark sense of humor about himself that makes people uncomfortable, because they don't know if they're allowed to laugh… which he always enjoys. I just love him very moch”, she finished with a sad smile.
“Fabian sounds awesome”, Clark said, smiling at her. “Also - great taste in music, by the way”, he added. Lina laughed shortly and wiped a little tear from her eye. ‘Could Clark be any more perfect than this?’ she thought to herself.
Lina was feeling more relaxed to share now. The stares from other teachers at Clark and Lina dissipated into the background and she felt like it was just the two of them in the staff lounge. She continued:
“So... you know… someone had to take care of Fabian. He had a nurse coming twice a week to help out, but it wasn’t enough. So… I took care of him, taking him to doctor’s appointments, helping him with eating, washing, teaching him stuff. And also…” she cracked again before she continued. “He doesn’t speak very clearly and people didn’t really understand him as well as I do. So I always made sure to translate him for other people. But mostly I made sure that people don’t talk “over his head”, but to him, you know?” she said and wiped another tear.
“I know, I know… some people tend to see disabled kids as invisible. That breaks my heart every time”, Clark said back and choked up himself.
They shared a short gaze of mutual understanding. Clark felt himself breathing heavily all of a sudden. He was almost afraid by how good he was feeling, talking like that to Lina, to have her look at him like... That. Whatever that look of hers was - it was doing something for him.
“Ehmm…”, he coughed. “So… I guess taking care of Fabian was what pushed you into this profession?” Clark asked. Lina shrugged.
“I think it was inevitable”, Lina said with a chuckle. “After seeing someone like him in such need, knowing what struggles he’s facing in life, I just… I cannot not think about so many other children who need help too. And I think all these years helped me to be pretty good at doing that”, she said.
Clark was magnetized to Lina’s every word. He kept focusing on his food, because talking to Lina just felt too good. ‘Stop… just… just stop being so goddamn perfect… shit! FUCK!’ Clark wanted to say to Lina as he felt the turmoil within him.
How the hell did this perfect creature just land in freakin’ Aurora elementary school, of all places, in the same class as he? A creature with a supermodel level of beauty, a body made from the most crazy figments of a writer’s imagination, boobs so big they make beach balls blush, and she actually has an amazing personality?? She cannot be this perfect. There’s just no way she’s real. ‘Why? Why am I marri…’ Clark stopped his brain mid-thought and squeezed his eyes shut, fighting his inevitable train of thought.
“Clark? Are you ok?” Lina asked, placing her hand on his own, concerned.
Clark opened his eyes. He felt like he just woke up from a dream. He suddenly became very aware of Lina’s hand, again, on his own. It felt SO GOOD, just resting like that. He looked at her hand, then back up at Lina’s worried face. ‘God… she’s… oh god she’s so so so beautiful…’
He also couldn't miss the MASSIVE bulge of her cleavage, more than before. In order to even reach his hand, Lina had to really push forward into the table. As a result, her boobs piled several inches over the table itself and reached as high as her chin!!
Clark took a second longer than he knew necessary, just to relish that feeling again for just a little longer, before he pulled his hand back gently. Lina pulled her own hand back as well. Clark suddenly realized he’s been daydreaming and felt bad. Lina must have thought he wasn’t paying attention to her.
“Uh… yeah… yes, sorry, Lina. I tend to drift off sometimes. I didn’t mean to disrespect you like that. Sorry, I’ll try to be more…”
“Clark”, Lina said with a caring smile and looked meaningfully into his eyes. “It’s ok.”
There was a long pause. Clark tried to register what she just told him. He realized this wasn’t even him apologizing. This was an automatic instinct of his to apologize for daydreaming. He knew how angry Marla got when she’d speak and he’d drift off. It just happened to him sometimes, he didn't mean to. But Marla had zero tolerance for it. She’d scold him for drifting off, test him to see if he'd actually listened to her, stop talking to him for a day or two... the entire ‘Marla-treatment’ package.
“It… it is?” he asked timidly. He was surprised to find Lina giggling at that.
“Jyes! Of course is ok, Clark. It’s just fonny to see your eyes glaze over like that”, she said with the kindest smile. No one smiled at him like that in probably 10 years. Maybe ever, if he was being honest with himself. Clark’s anxiousness was replaced by… by… the feeling was so foreign he found it hard to even name it. ‘Is that what… peace feels like?’
He took a full breath and felt his body just relax into his chair. His brain kept insisting he should be worried about something, to apologize for something. But Lina instead smiled warmly at him. ‘Is that how abandoned dogs feel when they finally meet a kind human, who actually treats them well for the first time?’ probably not to that degree. But still…
Clark shook his shock with a chuckle.
“O… ok. Uh, anyway… Lina - that sounds beautiful. You’re definitely in the right profession”, Clark said, finally out of his shock.
“Thank you, Clark”, Lina said with a little smile.
“But…”, Clark thought of something else. “I mean. I understand the U.S. programs might be better, but still - it’s a long way away from your family. Wasn’t that hard for you?”
Lina sighed again.
“Is a long story”, she said with exasperation. “My family… I love them, really, but… in Colombia the family is usually… how do you say in English - up in each other’s ass?” she said and covered her own chuckling mouth, not believing she said that. Clark almost spit his roasted potato from his mouth, laughing. He did not expect her to say that.
“Uhhh, yeah… yep, that's exactly how we say that. Up in each other’s asses”, he chuckled with her.
“You must think I’m a horrible person”, she said with a worried smile.
“What?! No, no no no, really. I get it, believe me…”, he said as he rolled his eyes and shook his head slowly in empathy, thinking about his overbearing mother.
“It’s just…”, Lina tried to explain. “I’ve been taking care of Fabi my whole life. And I love him more than anyone. But…”
“It’s too much sometimes”, Clark finished for her.
“Jyes!” Lina said passionately with a hand gesture and her eyes opened wider. “Exactly. Is too moch. I just felt… suffocated”, Lina said, becoming more and more emotional. “It all fell on me. My parents are working all the time, and I was always good at taking care of Fabi, which was fine. But after some time - my parents just expected me to take care of him all the time. It stopped being - me helping out with my brother, and became a job. A 24/7 job with no pay, that everyone kept expecting me to do, and made me feel guilty if I didn’t do it all the time”, Lina said with exasperation. Clark looked at her with empathy.
“My mother still calls me every day to ask when I’m coming back home already! Can you believe it?? She still thinks this is all temporary. I knew that if I moved to another city in Colombia they’d literally come and pick me up, then make me feel guilty all the way back for leaving them to take care of Fabi. I had to get out of the country. I know it’s extreme, and I feel so guilty for leaving them and Fabi alone, but… I felt like I was going Loca in there”.
Lina finished her rant, realizing just how much she just shared with Clark. It was basically everything she had within her. She just spilled it all out in one conversation. She stared at him, amazed. How did he do that? How did Clark make her share and expose herself so vulnerably? And he just listened to her and didn’t judge her. She didn’t remember ever opening up so fast or so much to… anyone.
“Lina”, Clark said slowly and calmly, looking deeply into her eyes. “You’re definitely not Loca. And I get it now. I really do. This is just too much to bear. You’re describing here a life where everything sort of blended together -your family, caring for your brother 24/7, guilt from your parents. You deserve a life of your own, too. A chance to explore what you want to do, and not be… chained up to your home out of guilt. Coming here doesn’t make you a ‘horrible person’. It makes you human. You have nothing to feel guilty about”, he emphasized his words.
Lina looked back at him, unsure.
“Lina - nothing”, he emphasized again. “Take it from someone who’s been in this profession for 16 years. You have to have a separation between caring for others and your personal life. Otherwise you’ll go Loca”, he couldn’t help himself at the end, finishing with a smile. Lina blurted a laugh, and nodded back at him, feeling her eyes welling up.
“I guess you’re right… thank you, Clark… you have no idea how moch better you just made me feel”, she choked up as she looked tearfully at him.
Butterflies. Butterflies everywhere were flying around Clark's stomach, dying to escape. His crotch. Fuck… his dick… Clark realized he was completely hard, throbbing against the side of his thigh. What the hell's going on?? Just being so appreciated by Lina for listening to her and giving her advice - turned him on. How many years has he gone without being appreciated for what he did?
“Uhhhh… heh… yeah… ssssure… it’s like no big deal…”, Clark shrugged it off as non-chalantly as he could. But Lina didn’t take her big, beautiful, teary eyes off of him. She found herself unable to stop looking at him. With how calm, empathetic, nice and yet shy he was. It's almost like Clark didn't realize what a rare man he was.
But Lina did. She knew how rare Clark was from the day she met him in Mr. Sheffield's office. The men she used to date in Colombia were different. Most of them were quite macho and extravagant. Always trying to impress her with money and nice cars and all that. Clark was different. He had this quiet energy that reached much deeper and more powerfully to Lina's heart than any flashy guy ever could. And Clark being so unaware of just how impressive he was - made him even more irresistible in Lina's eyes.
Clark felt Lina's piercing gaze and forced himself to look down at his plate. He’d literally stand up and kiss her on the spot, otherwise.
The bell rang.
‘Oh, thank god…’, Clark thought to himself. The chatter in the room became louder, chairs were heard moving and people started getting up around the room.
“Aye, I have to go. I have a meeting with the SPED coordinator now”, Lina said, wiping her last tear.
“Oh, yeah, orientation and stuff. Good luck”, Clark said hastily.
“Thanks. Are you… coming?” Lina asked softly. Clark panicked.
“Oh, uh… I um… I gotta finish something here. Just some comments I wanna go through before my next class. You go ahead”, Clark said as nonchalantly as he could, blushing. If only Lina knew what a hard-on he was hiding in his pants, and that she was the reason for it.
“Ah… ok. Well, good luck to you too, Clark”, Lina said, sounding a bit disappointed.
“Thanks… Lina”, Clark said hesitantly.
She took her chair way back and got up while carrying her tray with her. In the process she leaned forward before straightening up, exposing her bulging cleavage right at Clark's face. He felt his dick throb again upon seeing it. ‘Fucking shit, Jesus fuckin' Christ, these things are GIGANTIC!!!’ Clark thought with paralyzing arousal as his eyes opened in astonishment.
“Ehhh… ok… bye, Clark”, Lina said with a shy smile.
“Bye, Lina”, Clark replied.
Lina looked at him for a long moment before turning around.
‘FUCKING SHIT!!!!!!!!!! THAT ASS!!!! UNGGGGGG’, Clarked groaned quietly upon seeing Lina's huge, perfectly round, tight, world-class sexy ass cheeks from 2 feet away, almost splitting her pants from behind. His dick throbbed several more times. Clark took a few deep breaths, but couldn't stop himself from staring at her ass as Lina started walking.
Suddenly, Lina stopped and turned around. Clark panicked and looked up as quickly as possible. He wasn't sure if Lina caught him staring or not. ‘Shit! Shit shit shit!’ He was blushing profusely now.
If Lina caught him - she didn't show any signs of it. She had something to say. She walked back up to Clark, standing beside him, her ultra-sexy, mega busty, insanely beautiful figure looming a foot over his head. Her breasts were practically an inch or two away from catching his head in her cleavage.
“Clark…”, Lina said hesitantly. She seemed emotional.
“Y… yeah?” Clark looked up, trying not to faint from arousal. God she was so close to him. Fucking shit these things were literally bigger than his head. Heck, it wasn’t even close. He could fit his head in each boob at least 4 or 5 times! And she smelled so good…
“Thank you for everything that you do for me. I really appreciate it. I was so lost before, and I think I'm not so lost now. I feel now like I have a place here in the U.S., and it's all thanks to you. You're… you're a good man, Clark. A truly good man”, Lina said, her voice emotional while she was looking deeply into his eyes. She wanted her every word to land as strongly as possible. He needed to hear that.
Clark's blush grew even redder. He didn't know what to say. He looked up at her, over the MASSIVE MASSIVE MASSIVE mountains that were her boobs, 2 inches from his face. Fuck, his dick throbbed so much it spewed a glob of pre-cum involuntarily. He needed to cum!
“Oh…heh… ah, wow… I… wow. Tha… thanks, Lina”, Clark mumbled.
Lina placed her soft hand on the back of his shoulder. It took everything in her power to not touch more than that. To not hug Clark and smother his face right into her cleavage. She imagined this picture - Clark's cute face buried in between her massive boobs as she pushes the back of his head further inwards.
But even just her hand alone was enough to make Clark's dick spasm in excitement and spew another glob of pre-cum. It was only for a moment, but her hand was so soft and nice and warm and affectionate. He took a deep breath.
After the maximum amount of reasonable seconds, Lina reluctantly pulled her hand away and looked at Clark one last time, before turning back again and walking away from him.
Clark stayed in his chair, realizing he’s been clutching the sides of the table, and watched hypnotized at those perfect, huge ass cheeks, being further elevated and accentuated by her heels, swaying in a perfect 8 figure from side to side.
The staff lounge room was getting emptier by the minute. Clark waited until he was all alone, acting busy until then, before he allowed himself to get up, angling his dick so it didn't create a tent. It's been several minutes since Lina's left, yet his dick never stopped throbbing madly.
Clark was holding his now lighter lunch tray, looking at the empty staff lounge and sighed heavily.
‘What… the FUCK… am I gonna do…?’