Lunch at the dorm

Following several other students, I raced out of the building, and instantly I was met with the feeling of slightly cooler, but muggier air. The heat wave was definitely here now, and even though it was only a few minutes past noon, the temperature must have been in the upper 80s to low 90s. With the humidity, the heat index was probably well into the 100s. Thankfully, there was a slight breeze as well, or it would have felt worse. While I walked away from the building, the breeze increased, and the rush of air felt wonderful across my face, arms, legs, as well as the uncovered area below my skirt and across my breasts. Wait, what?

I looked down to see that in my haste to leave the building I had completely forgotten to button my blouse, and the gust had pushed it apart revealing my breasts. I immediately pulled it closed and began to button it, while looking around to see if anyone had noticed. Apparently they had not, but I spotted a couple girls from my English class that briefly experienced the same fate as I had.

With just under an hour to eat and get back to the science building for my afternoon biology lab, I had a couple of choices for where to eat lunch. The campus cafe was closer, but I would have to pay for the food there. My other option was the dorm cafe which was on the other side of campus, but the meal tickets were included with the dorm cost. Since I'd recently blown my weekly budget on clothing and shoes, and I still needed to pay for my hair styling later today, I had little choice. It would be dorm food again.

By the time I reached the dorm, I was exhausted; the heat and humidity had sapped me almost completely. Thankfully, the dorm was much cooler inside, and I immediately began to feel refreshed as I waited in line at the cafe. The dorm cafe was fairly busy at lunch, but the line moved relatively fast since they tended to have an extra cook serving up the meals compared to the morning. After a few minutes, I finally had my items: a small salad with ranch dressing, a sandwich consisting of turkey, Swiss cheese and mayo on white bread, a glass of milk, and small bowl of yogurt. Or perhaps it was tapioca pudding - it was hard to tell.

I found an empty seat with some sections of today's newspaper nearby and scanned through it while I started to gobble down my salad. After a few minutes, the girl seated across from me chuckled briefly, and I looked up quizzically at her. Then she pointed at my tray and said, "You must really like white food." I looked down at my plate and realized what she meant. Other than the lettuce in my salad which I'd eaten first, everything on my plate was basically shades of white. Not sure how to respond, I simply nodded and continued to eat.

The weather section in the paper forecast that we would continue to experience record temps until the weekend, possibly longer. Nightly lows would only drop into the mid-70s, and the highs for next three days would approach 100. This weather might be normal for late July or early August, but not mid-September.

In the sports section, I saw that State's homecoming football game was a week from this Saturday. Meanwhile, in the back section, there were several larger ads from the nearby bars and restaurants trying to lure students with various deals: half-off cover nights with student ID, ladies nights, and so forth. The biggest ad on the page was for BJ's Bar which held a weekly wet t-shirt contest on Saturdays with a top prize of $100. How hard could it be standing there in a wet t-shirt? With my sweat-soaked blouse, I was basically doing that now. They were also hiring waitstaff, so I jotted down their address and number.

Eventually, I got to my dessert only to discover it wasn't yogurt or tapioca, but vanilla pudding that hadn't turned out quite right. It tasted ok, but the consistency ranged from lumpy to runny. When I finally finished it, the girl across from me started making a face, trying to hold in a laugh, but she couldn't contain it. "What's so funny this time?" I asked.

"It looks like you've got cum running down your chin." I wiped my hand across it, and looked at my fingers. Sure enough, one of the white items from my meal had dribbled down my chin. From the appearance, I wasn't sure if it was ranch dressing from the salad, mayo from the sandwich, or vanilla pudding. I began to lick my fingers clean, and confirmed it was the vanilla pudding. This caused her to laugh even louder. "You did that like a pro!" she burst out, and as she did everyone in the cafe turned to look at us.

For a moment, I continued to lick my fingers and stared at her, trying to understand what she meant. Then I realized she must be referring to women like those I'd seen in one of Jake's porn folders that hungrily slurped up every drop after their partners had unleashed their thick loads of sperm. I'd suffered a bit of unexpected ridicule, but it didn't bother me. However, it was time to go. As I left the cafe, I wondered if cum tasted like any of these white foods? Maybe that's why women liked it so much.