Assimilation

I came to, sitting on the floor in the corridor, limp all around and with a mildly uncomfortable draught between my legs. Carmencita must have drawn satisfaction from my service, and then gone into class. I ever so vaguely remembered her coming all over me, and then joining the others after the professor, who arrived just then. Yet my face felt dry and relatively clean. Perhaps she wiped her juice off me before departing.

I pulled myself together, closing up my trousers, picking up my things, and turned towards the classroom door. I reached for the handle, and wondered how long I’d been too dazed to function. Jameson was sure to have seen me as he went by, even hidden behind Carmen’s hulking form. I had never been late to Physics. What would he make of me?

“Ah, Mr. Oliver.” he said as I opened the door, before I could even see him, “Sit by Ms Ibanez, would you? I had her keep that seat free so I could watch you both.”

Carmen shot a few daggers at me as I sat down beside her, but quickly returned to her notes as Jameson resumed the lesson. Since I wasn’t going to be able to follow particularly well for another few moments getting out my own writing materials, I stole a glance at her breasts, and regretted not daring explore them earlier. She was on the wrong side for me to grope them; I needed that hand to write.

Physics slugged by. I was quite drained at the end of it, as usual. We were in a rather dry part of the curriculum where you had to learn to balance equations. I was always a bit behind on equations.

The lunch break arrived, or what was left of it. Around me everyone packed their things as quickly as they could in order to have as much time to laze around in town as they could. Everyone had a favourite café to go to. When I walked out of the classroom behind Carmen it occurred to me I might have a little more of her right then. She only lived a few blocks away and would easily still have time to go home and eat afterwards. Unfortunately the moment she had enough room she ploughed through the crowd and was gone, long ponytail swaying widely from side to side. I dejectedly set out to put my things away before going to eat at the cantina.

On the way out of the locker room I nearly bumped into someone. It was my neighbour, the girl whose closet was situated right next to mine. I had never noticed before, but she had very impressive breasts, bigger than Carmen’s, in fact. I decided I had to compliment her. We’d been aware of each other so long I thought it would be a good way to finally break the ice.

“I say, you really do have monumentally big tits!” I said, with a smile.

She blushed through her glasses, but grinned just the same. “Thank you so much!” she said, “I thought they must be a tad on the large side. No one else has said anything about them...”

“The other guys must have been a bit intimidated. Your knockers are positively majestic!”

“Oh, you flatter me, sir.” she laughed, “What’s your name?”

“Oliver. Frank Oliver.”

“Well, Mr. Oliver, since you like them so very much, would you care to touch them?”

I couldn’t believe my luck. “I’d love to!” I exclaimed, and reached toward them gingerly. She stepped forward and brought them to me, smiling brightly. I fondled her great pendulous masses eagerly, gently weighing, lifting, and squashing them. As I palmed them from beneath my hands disappeared completely, smothered. Her nipples began hardening, and I nudged them along, flicking, pushing, and rubbing them until they perked up fully. They looked so yummy. I wondered what they would feel like gently held between my teeth.

“I still don’t know your name...” I said. She giggled, the ripples bouncing off my hands through her generous chest.

“Laura. My name is Laura.”

“Laura, can I taste? Your tiny little buds are ever so enticing.”

She giggled again, “You’re so polite, it’s embarrassing. Why of course you can taste my little buds! Please, do as you like upon them, give them all the loving you wish.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. She was still talking when I dived toward her bosoms. I buried my face in her cleavage, pressing her breasts on my cheeks with my hands. It was warm, and it smelled nice in there. I kissed as close to her heart as I could manage, and continued giving her little love bites all over her ample bust. She cooed happily as I went, and finally I sucked in one of her erect nubs. I took with it all the surrounding tissue I could fit my lips around, even letting my choppers dig into it a little; I resumed my play, the flicking, the rubbing, this time with my tongue, wetting the rugged, reddish brown flesh, intimately getting to know the sensory geography of the area.

“It makes me so very wet,” said Laura, “to give you pleasure and excitement like this, Frank – may I call you Frank?”

“Please do.” I straightened up to face her, still hiding my hands in her bosoms, and gave her a smile, “I did call you Laura, there’s no need for you to remain formal anymore.” She returned the show of perfect white teeth, and I offered “If you like, I could pleasure you a little. It’s only fair.”

“That would be lovely, Frank.” She breezed, “I do need a little relief; I was in Philosophy with Mr. Moore. He’s awfully nice, you know, but he can’t keep from rambling, and he can’t get the noisier elements of the class to keep quiet.”

“Noisy elements?” I asked “What kind of noisy elements do you have in the literary bunch? You don’t have Sally and Sally amidst your ranks, do you?”

“Well you see, there’s so few of us that they lump us in with the linguist specialties. They can’t stop talking! And they won’t even stick to one language at a time. It’s exhausting.”

“It must be.” I muttered, still fondling her, “I’m almost glad I left.”

“Speaking of tiredness, shall we sit down somewhere? I think there’s a bench nearby.”

“Certainly,” I said, and gently released her, so she could lead the way. But she hovered on the spot, and bit her lip.

“...or perhaps,” she ventured, “perhaps you would like to accompany me to the café just down the road? They make the most delicious pancakes, and the couches are to die for. We could linger for maybe a little more than... well, fair.”