Right, so, when I was in high school, I was quite a perv. Let’s just say I developed early, and easily had the biggest boobs in my class by far. I know lots of girls are self conscious about their breasts but I freaking loved it. All the guys were secretly in love with me and I know it was only because of my chest – but I didn’t care. I loved the power that I had over them.
I deliberately wore bras with little support to make them bounce, hypnotizing all the guys in the corridors. I went without a bra sometimes, letting my nipples poke through my thick yellow sweater. Wherever I went, I would count the boners like trophies, and I’d pretend to not notice. I’d lean over just at the right time, or I’d jump up and down from “joy” in front of the nerdy boys, “oblivious” to my eagerly bouncing titties. I loved seeing them scramble to hide their bulges in the most awkward situations. It really made me feel like I had control over them. I think it was specifically the absolute helplessness that I loved about it, the way I have more control over a cock than its owner. There you go, that explains everything about boys!