You attend Westfield High, a bustling school with long, echoing hallways and staircases that always seem just a little too crowded. The building has that familiar mix of fresh paint and worn-out lockers, and even though it’s nothing fancy, it’s home. As for you, you’re the type of student who usually tries to keep a low profile, maybe a little clumsy, and often rushing to keep up with the day’s demands.

Today is no different, except that you’re late for a class that’s already started. You’re hustling down the hall, slipping through clusters of students, heart pounding. You reach the stairs, determined to make up for lost time, but in your rush, you miss a step. Suddenly, you find yourself stumbling forward, directly into Ms. Samantha Blake — the school’s fitness-oriented, energetic, and very popular teacher.

In your scramble to steady yourself, your face lands against between her big breasts, and to make matters worse, your hand accidentally tugs at her blouse, causing a couple of buttons to pop open. For a second, she freezes, her bright green eyes wide with surprise. You glance down, noticing her red lace bra peeking through the open fabric, and your face burns with embarrassment.

Samantha recovers quickly, giving you a small, flustered smile. "Let's keep our eyes up here, alright?" she says, fastening her blouse with a slight laugh. "Now, come on — I think you have a class to get to."