Jillian tries to get clean

Jillian struggles to remove her soaking wet, foam drenched sweater. Her body is still tingling, buzzing with the sensations from the "Power Sucker."

"Oh no, it soaked through." With the sweater still stuck around her hand and arms, Jillian can't see anything but suddenly feels Nala's hands on her breasts. "Damn girl, you've got some milkers here. What are you majoring in? Animal husbandry? Gonna send you to the farm."

A rush of heat fills Jillian's cheeks, mostly embarrassment but also some arousal from feeling Nala's fingers cupping her teats. She didn't mind another woman seeing her naked, she had seen her younger sisters naked all the time as a kid. And she had to strip down a lot while clothes shopping, the last time she went shopping for a bra she felt like the attendant took hours to find the right one. But it felt different the way Nala was talking about it.

"Dank woo, cah woo hep me et dis off?"

"Oh honey I'll help you get off." Nala laughs at some hidden joke. "Here we go."

Jillian breaths heavily finally free of the sweater, and sees her massive mounds thrusting up and down in the mirror in front of her. The foam had soaked through her sweater onto her bra, leaving almost a sparkly but stiff texture.

"Take that off too, we need to wash it out." Jillian pauses, reaching to the clasp on her back, her tits thrusting even more as she arches.

"Woah red alert! Looks like the missiles are launching!" Nala grins with a predatory hunger. Jillian stands topless in the bathroom, revealing her tea-cup sized areolas spread out across her large boobs. Although so heavy they sag down, their sheer size keeps them in a round shape, like two basketballs on top of her. "You wait here, I'll be right back."

Before she can respond Nala grabs the sweater, the bra, and heads out the door to the hallway. Jillian is left standing there. Her body still tingling. Her mouth still numb.

"OH! Sorry, didn't know you were here." Standing before Jillian is another student, blonde hair, towel wrapped around her, leaving from the shower area. "You weren't ah .. you were here all along?"

"Whaaa?" Jillian tries to speak.

"There were people, ah, noises, like, I thought I heard a couple?" The blonde girl glances around nervously, at times making eye contact with Jillian, then breaking it off before Jillian then realizes that she's staring at her chest. She moves to cover herself off, suddenly feeling shy, before she makes eye contact with the shower girl again. An awkward pause. They divert their eyes again.

"I'm wif Nala. I ... I ma'e a mess. Da sucker ’sploded in my mouf." Jillian wished the Nala would get back soon!

"Nala? Your name is Nala? Well Nala I'm Ashley, nice to meet you."

"Nooo, I wif Nala!" Jillian shook her head, which only managed to jostle the rest of her body. "M’ name’s ... J–Jilli’an."

The blonde, Ashley, smiled and nodded her head. "Jillian! Well nice to meet you. I'll see you around!"

Ashley left, leaving Jillian alone--finally?