Despite the mess, I am thrilled about the collisions for several reasons. First of all, the brew is only warm, not hot. So it actually feels nice as it drenches the front of my blouse. Second, the warm, dark liquid feels quite nice as it bathes my tits in its fragrant warmth. The wet material gives the object of my attention an amazing look at my firm, round 38DD tits, topped by two of the nicest, firmest, largest nipples I bet he’s seen in some time.
The accident is slightly embarrassing, but incredibly arousing for both of us. Either out of embarrassment, or excitement, or both, he grabs a handful of napkins from the counter and tries to dab the liquid from my blouse. He stares at my low neckline and quickly caresses my tits with the palms of both hands through the saturated material of my now-nearly transparent blouse. Much more quickly than I would like, he makes himself take his hands off my tits. But he takes full advantage of the view he now has of my large, sensitive, aroused nipples.
“I’m so very sorry,” he tells me.
“Do not be,” I reply with a smile. “It is my fault. I should have been paying attention.”
“Speaking of paying,” he replies immediately, “I’ll gladly pay to have your clothes cleaned.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I say. “I’ll just hurry home and throw them in the washer.”
“Do you live nearby?” he asks almost innocently.
“Around the corner,” I tell him, “I share a dorm room, but my roommate is never there.”
I hoped he would take the hint and offer to walk me home and help me undress. He handed me his one item of clothing I had missed when I first saw him: a light windbreaker jacket.
“Throw this on until I can walk you there,” he said kindly.
“Thank you,” was all I said as I slipped it on and we headed for the door.
Moments later we are standing outside my dorm and I give him back his jacket. I make a point of thrusting my tits at him as I pull my arms free of the jacket. I figure it is the least I can do to thank him. Besides, I am hoping he wants to see them when they are high and dry. I would love to show them to him. The intensity of his stare is unmistakable. He is as interested in experiencing my body as I am in experiencing his. Unfortunately for both of us, he explains that there is something he absolutely must give top priority. Damn!
“Hey, I do not even know your name,” I tell him as he turns to leave.
“I’m Thomas Greene,” he says apologetically. “Pleased to meet you. What’s your name?”
“Natalya Ivanov,” I reply.
‘Very, very pleased to meet you, Natalya,” he answers. “Are you an exchange student?”
“I am,” I say. “And I am anxious to sample everything about America!”
I hope he’s on the same wave length as me.
“Well, you’ve come to the right part of America,” he replies. “It’s all here.”
“I hope you are right,” I say as I give him a look that I hope communicates my true meaning. “It has been a pleasure talking with you. I am sorry my English is not better. But I am sure it will improve with time.
“I’m sure it will too,” he agrees. “Well, I should go now. I wish I could spend a little longer with you but I must prepare for my classes tomorrow.”
“Are you a student too?” I ask.
“No,” he laughs. “I’m a professor of American history.
“Oh, wow!” I say. “I have met my first faculty member. Well, goodbye for now. I expect we will see each other soon … either on campus or at the coffee shop.”
“I hope so,” he agrees. “I’ve really enjoyed talking with you.”
“I believe you have enjoyed looking at me too,” I think to myself as I watch him run his eyes over my very visible tits and swollen nipples before he turns and leaves.
Alone at last in my dorm room I see that I have several hours to shower and lounge around before Valerie returns from her new job as a nude dancer just a couple of blocks from the campus. I quickly take off my blouse and skirt, wrap myself in a huge towel and toss the soiled clothes into one of the two washing machines at the end of the hall. Having two washers and two dryers on each floor is a very pleasant plus to living in this dorm. So far, one of each has always been available, and if my sex life is anything close to what I’m hoping, it will be convenient to be able to quickly clothes and sheets.
Back in my room, I drop the towel on the bathroom floor and take a moment to examine my naked body in the full-length mirror attached to the inside of the door. I stand straight with my shoulders back, chest out, feet about a foot apart and admire my 20-year-old body closely. I bring my hands up from my sides and cup my large, firm breasts. I heft them slightly and enjoy feeling their weight and firmness. I love the way they look. I’m grateful they are near-perfectly symmetrical; unlike some other girls I have seen who are stuck with small, droopy breasts, or one being smaller than the other. Mine are so perfect they almost look airbrushed in videos I’ve made during sex. My waist is nicely narrow and sits above an ample pair of hips that taper into very shapely legs. Standing with my feet apart allows me to run my fingers over my tender, pink pussy lips. As I do, I immediately feel and hear the wetness that greets the two fingers I insert into my pussy.
But before going any further with my fingers I step into the shower to enjoy the hot water washing over my trembling body. After soaping and rinsing thoroughly I resume fingering my hungry pussy while enjoying the warmth of the shower enveloping me. I cup and jiggle my heaving tits with my free hand while I use the other hand to teasing and rub my clit and the interior of my sopping pussy. I can tell I am about to cum hard and as I do I stifle my moans with my forearm across my gaping mouth. I am glad for this because Valerie arrives as my orgasm explodes in my hand and I sag against the shower wall completely satisfied. I suck the cum off my fingers and rinse thoroughly before turning off the hot water.
“Hi!” I shout through the bathroom door as I step out of the shower. “You are home early.”
“Hi Natalya!” Valerie replies loudly. “Yeah. It was a slow night at the lounge and I figured this is a good night to get to bed early. Classes start tomorrow, you know.”
“Yes, and I can hardly wait,” I answer.
“How was your day?” she asks me.
“Terrific!” I reply quickly. “I met a professor at the coffee shop this afternoon.”
“Really? What’s his name?” Valerie asks.
“Thomas Greene,” I say. “Do you know him?”
“Do I know him?” Valerie exclaims. “Every girl on campus knows him? I hear he’s excellent in the sack too! Not that I’ve been lucky enough to verify for myself.”
“I wish now that I had registered for American history,” I tell Valerie. “He is teaching it this term. I am sure I will see him again though and I just know there are a lot of other things he can teach me besides history.”
We both laugh long and hard before slipping into our nightclothes and going to sleep.
Chapter 2
I awaken the next morning with an eager determination to get into Professor Greene’s class. Not leaving anything to chance I skip the bra again today and pull on the tightest, thinnest, low-cut blouse in my drawer. Then I pull on my absolute tiniest cut-off denim short-shorts, slip on my feet into my sandals and head to the dean’s office to give it my best try. I expect to be greeted by the dean’s secretary, but I am so early her desk is still vacant. So I take a seat and begin looking through a magazine while I wait for her to arrive. Instead, the dean walks in five minutes later and says good morning with a grin that makes him look like he’s won the lottery. I can tell immediately that he has a thing for big tits.
“Good morning, Dean Radcliff,” I reply as I stand and stick my chest out.
His eyes lock on my deep cleavage and stiff nipples, which grow harder under his gaze.
“What can I do for you, young lady?” he asks … sounding hopeful that I’m horny.
“I have come to ask you a special favour,” I answer.
“You have me in a very good mood this morning,” he says with a sly smile. “What would you like me to do for you?”
“I waited too long to register for Professor Greene’s American history class and now it is full,” I say with a pout. “I am an exchange student and I do not yet understand the time limits and class sizes. Limits and sizes have always confused me, but here in America I am even more confused … especially about the size of things.”
I can that tell my braless tits, my stiff nipples, my pout … and my double meaning … are making the dean’s cock very stiff as he stands beside his desk and looks me over very closely. He takes his seat and asks which of Professor Dean’s classes I wish to register for.
“He has more than one?” I ask in surprise.
“Yes, he does,” the dean answers. “He has a 9:00 a.m., an 11:00 a.m. and a 2:00 p.m. class.”
As he speaks, I casually move around his desk and stand close beside his high-back leather chair. I can feel the heat of his forearm on my thigh, less than an inch away.
“I can take either the 9:00 a.m. or 11:00 a.m. class, but I don’t know which time to choose,” I tell him. “I don’t know what size his classes are. I like a lot of things very big. But I like small classes.”