Junior Bio Major

[Paul Baker]

This is the first of a series of stories I wrote for my college girlfriend. They're all light, playful, and silly. I can't think of a better site to share them with, and she's happy other people will get to enjoy them.

Have fun -Paul

Cara was a junior biology major, living off campus, within walking distance of the college. She had just spent her whole shower giving herself a boob massage, thinking about tonight. It was Friday night, and they were having a party at her house. She really wanted to meet a great guy, she had been single too long, besides valentines day was a month away.

 

            She walked into her room, and dropped her towel in front of the mirror. She had light brown hair, and bright blue eyes, set in a perfectly cute face. She was 5 foot five, with a toned body from martial arts, and C cup boobs. It wouldn’t be hard to be the sexiest girl at the party, but she might as well win with a gigantic margin.

 

            She started dressing with a light blue thong, and her softest tightest jeans. She then went for her favorite bra. It was a blue demi-cup pushup bra. It was a size too small, so her nipples, and the majority of her boobs rested outside, and above the fabric. She finished the outfit with a grey low cut shirt. It was also on the small side, with the fabric pulled taught against her skin.

 

            She then followed her cleavage tests. She leaned all the way down, but could barely see the nipples due to the tight cloth. She then hopped up into a standing position, and found that her boobs stayed in her shirt, barely. The final test was seeing if she could feel everything with her nipples, when she rubbed her entire breast. She could, and they could be seen happily poking through the thin fabric. She waited for the party to begin, continually re-checking her final test results.

 

            Half an hour into the party she came down the stairs looking beautiful. She just got to the bottom, when the first guy who saw her come down walked up to talk to her. “So is that heaven up there?” he asked, partially losing his calm tone. She wasn’t a fan of his short buzzed hair, or his short and stocky body type, but she leaned in close to him to whisper, running the first live trial of he nipple sensitivity. She whispered right into his ear, “Yes it is. I liked that line. However, you won’t be getting in.” With that she gave him a medium knee, enough for him to feel for a max of 10 minutes, making it a definite no.

 

            She came down to the bar in the quieter side of the basement, and found her housemate Mike, with a friend of his. They were both drinking rum and coke, discussing the advantages of solar panels over wind turbines at a party on Friday night! Mike introduced Cara to Tom, saying he was another leader of the outdoor club, and a civil engineer specializing in sustainable, energy efficient homes. He then mentioned that Cara was a junior bio major, specializing in tropical ecology and conservation, as well as one of his housemates living here. Tom stood up to shake her hand, and said, ”Thanks for hosting this party at your house, I really like the setup.”

 

            She took a close look at him standing. He was 5 foot 10, with long wavy brown hair, and green eyes. Under his dark green t-shirt she could see a lean well-muscled body; the result of rock climbing, rugby, and working with his hands. She had finished the hard part, of finding a physically attractive guy, who was probably dorky enough for her. Now for the easy and enjoyable part, of getting him to love her.

 

She side stepped his right arm, and went in for a tight hug. She pressed, and rubbed her boobs, and nipples into his chest, and her thigh into his crotch for a second. She then stepped back from his surprised body, and touched her hand to the center of her sternum, putting even more tension, and attention onto her hard nipples.

“The pleasure is all mine.”, she checked for a tent, and proved herself wrong.

They stayed at the bar a little longer talking about their studies, and improving the world starting with South America. Mike soon got a call and went upstairs. She then decided to change languages on him, telling herself it sounded better. “Tienes novia?” she asked him. “No, esta soltero.” “Quieres bailar?” “Esta pregunta?” he said, as they walked to the dancing section of the basement.

 

At first he danced the way she expected him to, like a post. For the first song, she felt like a stripper with a pole, a very nice pole. His joystick had to be 7-8 inches. She grew tired of this, and had to loosen him up, one way would be ethanol, but she had a different tactic. She dropped down, facing parallel, but on her way up swung her right hand to his left shoulder, and rose facing him. At standing height, she gave him 3 quick light knees, 2 rights, and 1 left. The results were perfect. First her knees caused Tom’s to bend, so he was exactly at her height, feeling horny, not hurt. And her boobs bounced wonderfully, but stayed in the shirt, a foot from his face. She cupped her hand around his ear, and whispered “loosen up your knees, move your whole body and relax a bit.” Then she grabbed his joystick, and gave it a few hard strokes. “But don’t let this go soft”

 

The change was amazing for the next song, which was slower and quieter. He took her right hand in his left, and grabbed her back. He then started imitating swing dance, which he had seen on TV once. He took her through movements, and then into spins, rotations, and even a few moves where he held her back in one arm, lowered her, and brought her back up. On the last one, she came right up with her thigh into his berries playfully. “Nice touch” he whispered, and she was happy he was a rare type of guy, who could take her attention to his balls.

 

The next song was loud, boring techno, and neither one was really dancing. She tried yelling into his ear, but the music was too loud. Tom reached into his back pocket, and pulled out a pencil and a pad of paper, with notes and equations on it. He handed it to her, and she skimmed the page happily, before flipping to the next blank sheet. He was certainly dorky enough for her, which gave her an idea. She leaned in slightly, and pressed both arms together into her boobs to stabilize them, while she wrote lets go upstairs. She then glanced at the view she provided him with, perfect. She returned the pad, and he turned back to the stair well along the wall.

 

As she followed him out of the basement, a guy who was leaning on the wall grabbed her butt, and spun her to him, pressing her boobs into his chest. He practically shouted into her ear, ”You’d like to dance with me too, right?”. It took her a moment to realize what happened, and see him clearly. She saw gelled blond hair, a collared shirt, and finally a diamond earring. She shifted slightly to get herself comfortable, before leaning to his ear. Tom probably can’t believe his eyes she thought, and faced him. She held her hand up in a stop motion, to keep him from pulling the guy off her. Then she told him, ”With you I’d like to do THIS” and gave him a hard knee he wouldn’t forget. The shock on his cocky face was priceless. It was currently the best she had seen in her life. “Might as well ensure his position she thought”, and gave him the second, more surprising knee. He quickly descended to the corner of the floor and wall, where he would stay for at least 20 minutes she thought.

 

She caught up with Tom, who didn’t seem the least bit worried about her attack, and asked her how much she enjoyed it.

 

Upstairs they went into the kitchen to help themselves to the food. Tom was pleased to see the cake, ”Its not a party without a cake, then its just a euphemism for getting drunk.”, Cara couldn’t help but agree, and spread some icing on his face for fun. In the process of getting it off, they had their first kiss, which tasted wonderful. They spent the time getting to know each other till about 1am, and knew they had a lot in common including a love for squishing boobs and berries.

 

At the end of the night, he got up, and said it was about time to go home. She grabbed his berries, and said, ”I can’t let a guy as nice as you walk away.” His response 

“Its painful to leave a girl as perfect as you, but the party’s over.” “It’s just about to begin in my room” she said, and pulled him close, then they walked up the stairs.

           

            In her room she quickly locked the door. She faced him standing and told him. “Its hard to find a guy as good as you, If we’re going to have fun, I want some sort of commitment.” Tom couldn’t believe his luck, he needed a second before he could respond, he grabbed her hand and asked “Te vas me valentine y me amorcito?”.

Cara lunged forward to give him a hug, and firmly plant her knee in his berries, as they leaned back into the door. He quickly regained his balance, and walked her over to the bed, where he laid her down on it, and remained standing. She watched as he took his shirt over his head, and retracted her right leg, just when he was done she kicked her foot up into his berries again, and saw his joy stick bounce. They both proceeded to take off their jeans and socks quickly.

 

            She then stood to face him with her shirt still on. She gave him another knee, and spun pi radians into his chest. He immediately decided to stabilize her by her boobs, crossing his arms around her squeezing them rhythmically. She then brought his arms down to the ends of her shirt, and gave him a quick squeeze of his balls. He worked his hands under her shirt at each side, and started slowly bringing them up along with her shirt. He shifted from sides to front as he brought his hands from the bottom of the bra onto her boobs, with her nipples getting caught in between his fingers. She raised her arms, and the shirt slipped easily around her head, given its plunging neckline.

 

            Once the shirt was off her boobs were easily accessible on top of her bra, and Tom was wrapping his hands around to work the bra down. However Cara squatted with her legs, slipping her boobs around his hand, and her bra out of reach. She turned so she was facing him, and stood up, her nipples brushing his legs, and chest, while his package briefly rested on her rack. She grabbed his balls, turned him to the bed, and kneed him onto the bed. She quickly jumped over him , landing with her hands and knees on either side of him. They quickly wriggled into comfortable positions on the bed, then she sat back. He leaned forward to plant his face in her boobs while he undid the bra in the back. To make in difficult, and pressing, she gave his nuts a hard squeeze until the bra was unclipped. With that out of the way, and on the bedpost they proceeded to the orgasms.

           

            She made cute little noises as he massaged her boobs, and sucked on her nipples suspended over his head. All the while she supported her weight on her left knee, while the right swung back and forth into his berries, occasionally stopping to squish them into the mattress. To her surprise he actually tilted his hips to ensure that every light knee hit him squarely in the balls.

 

Eventually her noises grew louder and the knees grew harder as she approached her climax. Finally the barrage on his nuts came to an end, as she took a deep breath with her eyes closed, and her shoulders slumped. She looked so peaceful, barely keeping herself up.  Then it hit him. The aftershock. The hardest knee yet, right on target, when he thought it was over. He reacted to that one tensing up, and letting out an oof sound. His hands went for his berries, but she was too fast. She relaxed, and fell on him, with her boobs squishing into his solid chest. She managed to land with her left hand up by his face, and her right was tight around his berries, under her thong. His attempt to cover his balls resulted in his hands cupping her round butt cheeks.

 

They laid like that for a minute, both finding it very comfortable and sexy, until he rolled onto his left arm. He cradled her body with his right, and set her down under him gently. He propped himself up on his forearms and feet, and lined his head up with her boobs, and his berries just above her knee. He started sucking her nipples until she decided to knee him in the balls, just like he wanted. His reaction to the knee was to push his hips forward. It squished his nuts against her knee even more, and also put tension on his dick, just like a stroke. They quickly found their rhythm, and it didn’t take long for him to silently reach his orgasm. He rolled off of her, and she quickly leaned in to fold back the boxers, and suck every last drop out of his joystick.

 

It was his turn to feel sleepy, as she crouched over his dick. She reached to the night stand and got a tissue and something else. He thought she caught every drop, but felt the tissue, and something like scrubbing. She leaned back to face him, and they soon fell asleep in a spooning position.

 

The next morning he woke up first with her in his arms, and it all came back to him. He was happy to find that his berries felt perfectly normal despite all the attention they had received last night. He had never woken up with a stranger before, so was unsure what to do. “Wait a second”, he thought, “She’s my girlfriend… I think.

She never verbally answered that question.

Given her response last time I may need to ask again.”

           

            He decided to push his luck, and respond how any guy would wake up next to his girlfriend; boob-massaging her awake hoping for a repeat of last night. He was gentle, and he must have given her sweet dreams before she woke because she was smiling with her eyes closed. The second she woke up was amusing. Her first response was to make a noise, and grind her butt back into his dick. Her second response was to widely open her eyes in realization, and quickly clamp his balls. Her third response was to glance over her shoulder, and recognize him. She immediately loosened her grip and said “I’m sooo sorry. ” referring to her squeeze. He quickly responded, despite the squeeze. “You can’t apologize for a night like that, or a morning like this. My balls considered.”

           

            She forgot he was tough, she relished the fact all over again. In her happy state they quickly resumed the spooning massage, while she squeezed him the whole time. They then flipped over, and repeated his orgasm from the night before. Only this time she wrapped her hand around his shaft for stroking, and dedicated her mouth to his head. When she finished she returned his dick to his boxers, and patted the head dry, smiling.

 

 

They got dressed, and had a simple breakfast with each other. He was so happy that morning he made pancakes for the whole house, and left them in the oven on warm. He realized it was Saturday morning, and he should be off to Habitat for Humanity in about an hour, and needed to return to his room for some work clothes. He said it was time to really leave. He suddenly realized he didn’t even have her number.

            “If you’d like to be my girlfriend I should probably get your number”

            “Don’t worry you have it on you. “ she laughed.

 

He quickly checked his pockets, note pad, and phone but didn’t find it while she smiled.

“Can I get it again?” He asked. “Trust me you have it. Just remember last night.”

She was smiling, and he didn’t want to annoy her. He kissed her, said, “I trust you.” And left. He noted the address, and the way back home in case he had to throw pebbles at her window or something.

 

The whole walk home he thought about her and last night, He did not find her number, but only succeeded in creating a raging boner. I might have to do something about that at my room he thought, but it subsided when he grew close. He wanted to change into his work clothes, and quickly stripped. Once he took off his boxers he saw some black pattern on his limp shaft. He laughed as he thought back to last night, and the numbers quickly became legible.