It’s cookie time!

“Jesus! My nipples! They are OUT!” As she drove her minivan, Abby Carter looked down at her chest in a panic.

The 25-year-old blonde had forgotten to put on a bra before dashing out of the house. Abby wore her comfy-but-threadbare Eminem concert T-shirt she’d had for a decade. As a result, her large breasts bounced freely whenever she hit a pothole, and her nipples showed clearly through the thin cloth.

Abby’s long blond hair was pulled into a careless ponytail. Flip-flops and way-too-tight cutoff shorts completed her inappropriate outfit.

“Why didn’t I remember earlier that I have to pick up Emma’s Girl Scout cookies today!” Abby wailed to herself. “Now I have to meet the Girl Scout leader dressed like THIS!”

The young mom shivered thinking of Mrs. Moffatt, her daughter’s perfectly proper troop leader. The ever-smiling Suzanne Moffatt looked like something out of a Betty Crocker commercial, with a beauty-parlor hairdo, starched blouses and sensible shoes. Mrs. Moffatt and the other moms from the troop were overly polite to her, but Abby always felt like these power moms disapproved of her.

“I’m too young. I’m too blond. I’m divorced. And my tits are too big,” Abby thought to herself, hiding a smile. “And now I’m going to show up looking like the slut from Mrs. Moffatt’s worst nightmares.”

Abby suddenly flashed back to the night 10 years earlier when she got her Eminem T-shirt. After the concert she and her boyfriend Tyler had parked at the lake and climbed into the back seat of his dad’s big car. Tumbling on top of one another, they laughed and kissed and undressed each other. Abby could vividly remember looking up at the starry sky through the car’s back window as Ty spread her trembling knees wide apart. The teenagers had never gone this far before. Ty looked in her eyes as he opened his mouth wide and covered her quivering pussy with his lips. He slowly licked, dipping his tongue into her wet slit, tasting her. As Abby wound her fingers in Ty’s curly hair, he moved his mouth up, rooting for her clit. When he found it and began suckling, Abby gasped. Ty had continued his insistent sucking while Abby mindlessly humped his face, lost in pleasure.

That was the first night she had come. With someone else, that is.

“Ty, Ty, Ty, you sure knew how to suck pussy.” Abby blushed at the memory. The young blonde shifted in her seat, unexpectedly aware of her hardened clit inside the tight shorts.

Looking down at herself as she parked in the Moffatt’s driveway, Abby noticed her nipples were now erect, and much more obvious than before her little mental trip down memory lane. She sighed, shook her head, then giggled.

Walking up the sidewalk, Abby tried hunching her shoulders to minimize her jiggling breasts, but they refused to be shy, sticking out high and proud. “Oh well. At least I’m here when I promised,” thought Abby, standing up straight as she knocked on the door.

“Why Abigail, how nice to see you!” Suzanne Moffatt, said brightly, showing all her capped teeth in a wide smile. “Do come in!” Mrs. Moffatt’s eyes carefully avoided Abby’s big tits. The young blonde walked into the living room, which was piled high with stacks of Girl Scout cookie boxes. The spotlessly clean room looked like Martha Stewart just finished decorating it.

Abby shuffled her flip-flops, breasts swaying. Her nipples pointed straight at Mrs. Moffatt. “Sorry; I just ran out of the house.”

The older mom flashed another toothy smile. “Why dear, I understand! I’m a mess myself!” Mrs. Moffatt touched her flawless brown flip. “And look at me! I might as well be in dungarees!” Mrs. Moffatt wore a navy blue blazer with matching navy blue slacks. Her tasteful silk blouse was topped with an understated strand of pearls.

“Do you have Emma’s cookies ready for me to pick up?” asked Abby.

“I sure do! I have 100 boxes set aside for each Brownie to sell in the next few weeks,” said Mrs. Moffatt.

Looking around as if she didn’t want to be overheard, the older mom lowered her voice. “This year there is a CONTEST! The first Girl Scout in the county to sell all 100 of her cookie boxes wins a trip! The winner and her family travel to Washington D.C. to be presented with a special ‘Awesome Achiever’ medal from the Girl Scout Council president!” Mrs. Moffatt was practically salivating. “Of course, my own Judith has already sold 84 of her boxes, so with any luck tomorrow after school she’ll sell out and be officially declared ‘Awesome’!” Mrs. Moffatt crossed her manicured fingers in front of Abby’s face.

“Naturally, if little Emma wants to attempt to win, she’s, ah, welcome to try!” Mrs.