Kim Shrubb was the first girl in our form to sprout a huge pair of boobs. Although many who followed were bigger, it became common to refer to a large breasted girl as “having a pair of Kim’s”. She probably had 44” boobs, but these looked enormous owing to her petite build, around 4’6” with a slim body. She had an attractive impish face with grey eyes and sandy brown hair.

She soon learned to exploit her assets. Unbuttoning her blouse, she would tantalise the boys with her deep cleavage and heaving chest. When she walked, her breasts bounced about like she had two balloons stuffed up her blouse. No matter how hard boys tried to chat her up, she would lead them on and drop them before they ever got anywhere. She told them that she was “saving herself for the right man, not little boys”.

Once, we were being taught chemistry by a new student teacher that all the girls fancied. Kim walked in with her blouse wide open and a bra that made her breasts swell like two grapefruits out of the top. The teacher asked her to button up her blouse, but she stood against the blackboard in front of him, thrust out her chest and swung her torso from side to side like a belly- dancer. Her boobs danced around in a very erotic manner, so much so that almost every male in the room must have had an erection. “Cor you’ve got a big one, sir” shouted one of the more bawdier girls. Red faced, the teacher fled from the room to the accompaniment of laughter.

When we reached the 6th form, we had our own special block separate from the rest of the school called the ROSLA (Raising Of the School Leaving Age named after some Government bill repealed before we reached 16). The upper floor of the ROSLA was entirely the province of the 6th form, the lower floor being for foreign language classes. The upper floor was divided into two sections, one half had a study area and a classroom, the other half was one large communal lounge/dining room. One half of this room had a small half height walled off kitchen and a group of tables and chairs. The other half of the room consisted of two long rows of opposing sofa-like chairs with low coffee tables between them. This is where we spent our lunch times and break periods and very often our ‘study’ periods!.

One hot summer’s day, a group of us were playing cricket (yes I know its stupid to play it indoors, as we later found out!). I had a go at bowling to Kim. She leaned forward waiting for the ball, giving me an awesome display of her breasts as they dangled in front of me, half out of their blouse!.

Soon afterwards, after being reprimanded for breaking a window (not me, but someone else distracted by Kim’s dangling whoppers!), I was playing cards with Kim and a group of other boys. We were joking around and playing the game, when the boy sitting next to Kim jokingly said “Not surprising that ball went through the window with Kims’ tits hanging out like that!”. Kim emitted a strange low growl that raised in frequency and intensity. The rest of us looked at each other wondering what was wrong with her. Suddenly she dropped her shoulder nearest to the boy and powered her elbow like a piston hard into his groin whilst yelling a karate-like cry ... I winced in sympathy as he doubled over in agony, knocking over the card table and falling to the floor to roll around in pain.

A few weeks later, a group of us went on a trip for a biology field study. Throughout the week, Kim was being chatted up by a guy named Kevin. Kevin whose one of the school’s basketball heroes and most of the girls fancied him and he took advantage of that. One evening before going to bed, I was in the hotel corridor talking to a few friends when Kim came out of her room wearing a short skimpy nighty that barely hid her assets. She walked to Kevin’s room and knocked on the door. Kevin opened the door and obviously thought she had come for some nooky. Kim gave him a resounding slap around the face. “How dare you!” she said in an indignant voice and kneed him in the groin. As he crumbled up in pain, she casually turned and walked back to her room. That was when we started calling her “The Nutcracker”.

Live in the 6th form was much better than in the lower years, mainly due to privileges such as the ROSLA and ‘study’ periods and the fact that most of the disruptive elements had left school leaving, in the main, students who were serious about studying during lessons rather than playing intimidation mind games with the teachers. Unfortunately, for some unknown reason an obnoxious creep called Scott had stayed on. Scott had a large round face covered in freckles, which often got him called ‘Spot’!. He also wore thick lensed glasses that made his eyes look unusually large. He had the sort of face that one gets an urge to land your fist in, and several people with lesser self control usually did!. It wasn’t just a case a bullying a poor unfortunate. Scott behaved obnoxiously - bullying younger girls and boys and making a general nuisance of himself.