As I walked through the parking lot, to my girlfriend's dorm, the sound of the cars from the street could be heard. The thick fog made it impossible to see for than a hundred feet or so. Slowly the opaque silhouette of the large Dorm Building rose like a menacing giant before as I neared. The wind rustled through the trees as I grew nearer, making the air chill. Through the light from the glass doors of the Dorm I could see the silhouette of a figure approaching. As I drew neared, I recognized the curly black hair of my girlfriend's roommate Monika. I hurried over to say 'hello' when rain started to pour heavily down upon us, and I rushed towards the doors, and she to her car.
Shaking off my coat, I basked in the warm glow of the entrance hall of the dorms. I looked over towards the elevators to find them being used. So I hurried over to, and up, the stairs to her room. Slightly winded, I got to her floor. I slowed the pace of my walking, to get my breath back, as I walked down the beige carpeted hall to her room. Making the floor damp, I knocked on her door, and waited.
When she opened the door, she greeted me with a hug, planting her soft lips on mine, her large soft breasts pressing into my chest, the smell of her perfume wafting to my nose, teasing my senses. I ran my hands up and down her back. "Ohhh, you're damp," she squealed.
"Yeah, well it's been raining."
"Come on in, Monika's out with some friends tonight, she said she she'd be late getting back," she grinned taking my hand and leading me into her room.
"Yeah, I saw her as I came in," I said, grabbing her around the waist, feeling her soft tummy, my hands aching to go lower.
"Hmmm," she purred, holding my hands where they were, "wanna make some cookies? I mean...I haven't made any for a while, Monika's been begging me to make some anyway..."
"Sure, what kind are we making?" I said, 'why not? Might be fun.
"Chocolate Chip," she said with a decisive nod, "it's my grandmother's recipe. Well...it's like all the other chocolate chip cookies out there, but she puts more eggs in the recipe to make them bigger and softer. I changed it a little for Monika too; she really likes M&Ms®, so it's got them instead of chocolate chips."
As she padded off to the kitchen, my eyes followed the gentle curve of her waist and torso, encased a tight white t-shirt, and the area around her hips left uncovered by her shirt and her short tan shirts riding low on her hips, from my caresses.
She got out a binder from the cupboard, rummaged through it, and pulled out a little sheet of paper, "Alright, let's see...first we need margarine and sugar. Could you get the margarine, sweetie? I'll get the sugar."
"No problem." I went and got the margarine from the fridge. When I turned back Natasha was still looking for the sugar, but she had found the flour and had that out on the counter. Her shirt was raised up above her belly button, showing off her smooth back. Her skin looked so soft; it puffed out a little like she had put on a little weight. She was a little embarrassed by it, but I thought it looked good on her. I went up behind her, and gently pinched her middle. "Eeeek!" She squealed, leaning back into me, and putting her hands over mine to stop me.
"You eating all the sugar over there?"
"No!" she giggled. "I got it, let's get started."
After she turned on the oven, we dumped the margarine and poured the sugar into the large mixing bowl that Natasha had procured from another cabinet.
"So, how did your Biology Midterm go?" I asked, stirring the sugar and margarine together.
"Ughhh! It was awful! I totally couldn't think! It must have taken me a good ten minutes to get my brain to think right!" she bemoaned, batting her eyes at me, as she got started measuring baking soda and baking powder next. "But, after that, I think it was OK!"
When she was finished measuring the vanilla extract she came over and dumped it into my bowl, letting the tips of her breasts graze across my arm. I tried to covertly sneak a peak down her front to look at her breasts as she cracked the eggs in as well. She was wearing a bra today, so they were pushed up and together nicely. Combined with her button up shirt, it made for a nice view. She had left three buttons on the top open, so I could see quite a bit of her breasts and bra.
The soft fabric of her shirt fell up and away from her chest, coming back to her chest at the tops of her bra cups. I could see her black bra through the light pink shirt, I had never seen that combination on her before, the straps over her shoulders were bared by her shirt collar, and the shirt clung to her breasts making the cups stand out,. Her breasts were soft and squishy looking, her bra pushed them up, so they were higher on her chest than normal. I ran the tips of my fingers lightly up and down her arm, to just under the arms of her short sleeves, with her arm lifted up and slowly ran to the inside of her arm caressing the sensitive skin, coming just under her arm pit than back down, every caress of her arm sent vibrations running though them.
I managed to get away with it a couple times, watching those globes jiggle as she flexed her muscles, taking her turn at stirring. But finally, she caught me, just as I had poured the baking soda and salt together, and was starting to work on the flour. She put her hands on her hips and put as stern an expression on her face as she could, but the corners of her lips were twitching in a smile. "Well, I appreciate that you like my boobs, but are you staring at me so much that you don't know what you're doing?"
Her eyes lowered down to my shirt, mine followed and my black shirt was covered with little puffs of flour that I had been trying to measure. "I'd better cover up so you don't get distracted anymore," she declared, with a grin, and buttoned one button.
When she came over with the liquid ingredients, she leaned in towards me as much as she could; teasing me with flashes of her cleavage. The bowl was pretty large and contents sloshed a bit, and some of batter tumbled out of the bowl and landed with a plop right at the bra line of her breasts, as she sat the bowl down. She looked down at the tops of her breasts, then looked up at me with a wicked grin. "Ooops, I made a mess."
With a crooked finger, she slowly scooped the batter up, pushing into her bra as she did so, then bringing it to her mouth and licking it up. "Mmm...that tastes good," she moaned. She giggled at my hungry expression, teasing me with her eyes. "You'll just have to wait 'till we're done, then you can have some." She turned around and went back for the bowl of flour I had measured.
I moved up behind her and started tickling her sides that were exposed by her ridden up shirt. "You're evil, you know that." I whispered into her ear, as she leaned into me.
Then patting her on her butt I moved back to mixing everything together. All this time, my cock was growing, and getting harder. I was having a very hard time concentrating on what I was doing. Then, as she was pouring in the flour and I stirred it into the batter, she kept bumping her hips into my crotch and letting a breast or thigh graze my arm.
"How did your Archeology midterm go?" she asked, turning around the read the directions again, pressing her firm butt against me.
"Wasn't as good as I had hoped for, I got a C. But I do like the way the on-line testing works; it's all multiple choice, and you get your grade immediately." It was hard to concentrate on both talking and stirring at the same time, on top of trying to check Natasha's rack, which she was so brazenly flashing me. As she finished pouring the last of the flour in, she gave the bowl it was in one last hard shake, making her little puppies jiggle like they were in an earthquake.
