My First Day of College

My First Day of College


I walked into the classroom. It was a bit different from high school, but nothing too crazy. I was excited to get started. Unfortunately, science was not my vital subject. My major was business. I kept far away from chloroplasts, cells, and atoms. Bleh. I needed these credits, and that was the end of it. This would be my challenge this semester.

The teacher entered the room and dropped his stuff off at the desk. He was an older gentleman with short white hair and a red polka dot bow tie. Very cool. He wrote his name on the chalkboard. Dr. White. He seemed nice enough; I prayed he would pity me. I could not afford to screw up my scholarship because of a lack of understanding of the scientific method.

As the class started, I feverishly took notes. He was a very detailed instructor and, to his credit, spent much time on each topic. I was able to take notes fast enough to where I got the whole lesson in. I wasn't sure if I fully understood it, but that would be for later. I was grateful when he said that was it for the lesson, and I was able to take a breather. I looked around, and everyone seemed pretty relieved as well. Some of the people were sucking on their pencils, and others were closing their laptops. All of us have heard enough.

He told us to head to the lab, where we would pair up for the semester and solve an introductory problem. We all made our way to the next room. The lab was your typical school science room, with beakers, vials, sinks, and nine yards. I was certainly more excited to be here than in the classroom. At least here, I could see and experience things instead of just hearing about them. I snagged myself a table in the back. If I got in the back in the later classes and fell behind, I could go over my notes in peace. It was a fool's dream, but I stood by it stubbornly.

Everyone was pairing up, starting from the front and coming back. Would there be enough people to give me a partner? Being alone in the lab would be detrimental; I would not want to trust my scientific judgment over other students. Hopefully, someone would come by my table. Only a few tables were left with individuals as the class filled in. That was when I felt a tap on my shoulder.

I turned my head to see a cute-looking Asian girl. She was shorter than me, with black hair and dark brown eyes. She was very tan. But what caught my eye almost immediately after was her body. She was wearing a tight white shirt that appeared to hold on barely. She was closer to the chubby side, though I would probably say it was more due to her breasts. To say they were huge would be an understatement.

Especially on this more petite Asian girl's body, they jutted out like torpedoes from her sturdy frame. A quick guy measurement determined that they had to be bigger than double D's, if not bigger than Gs. Honestly, I couldn't pinpoint exactly how large they were. They were big. Something also big was her butt. She was wearing jean shorts, with the insides of the pockets sticking out below. Her legs were thick, really thick. I would venture to say that each thigh was almost as dense as Rachel's torso. If I had to guess, she weighed around 160 pounds, maybe more. But all of that weight was dispersed in very... sexual places.

"Hey, would it be okay if I joined you?" she asked in a bubbly, cute Asian voice.

"Yeah. I'm Jack."

"I'm Hitomi. Are you a Freshman?"

"Yes, and an overwhelmed one at that."

She giggled. "I hear you. I'm loving this class. Science is my major. I think the Dr. White is awesome."

"Well, I'm glad you're liking it. I'm just trying to stay afloat. I'm a business major, not a doctor. I can't make heads or tails of all this."

"Oh no!" she said. "Do you need help with this stuff? Maybe we could be study buddies. This stuff is easy for me; I'm just worried about everything else."

I smiled at her. "I may need to take you up on that." My phone vibrated. Rachel texted me, asking how the class was. I responded, telling her I was still in the lab, but it was overwhelming. When I finished, I set my phone down on the table. Hitomi must have seen the picture of Rachel and me.

"Aw, is that your girlfriend?"

"Her? Yeah."

"How long have you guys been dating?"

"About a year, give or take."

"Darn," she said. "All of the cute boys are taken. And here I was, about to ask you out.

I'm sure I blushed enough to be considered red at that statement. "Well, isn't that flattering? What would a girl like you see in a guy like me?"

"You're cute! And you're my type," she laughed. "Oh well, it doesn't matter. You appear to have a certain type of pretty girl that is skinny. I'm not your type. I've got boobs and a butt!" With that, she pushed up her boobs with her hands, which, although standard in size, were dwarfed by her massive breasts. "Oh well, I guess I'll just keep eating. Are you ready to look at the assignment?"

I nodded. The thought of her spread eagle on a bed was dripping into my head. I had never been with a girl even remotely as thick as Hitomi. We worked on some of the lab stuff, but we distracted each other by our small talk. The professor said we could take it home and work independently. Hitomi suggested we finish it later that afternoon. We agreed on a coffee shop near campus. We said our farewells and headed out.

Later that day, I showed up at the coffee shop. None of my classes after biology had been any struggle. I was looking forward to our visit. We just had so much in common, with a similar sense of humor. We got along famously, as an older adult would say. And not for nothing, but she was pretty easy on the eyes.

She showed up at the shop shortly after I arrived, wearing nearly the same clothes. The only difference was that she was now wearing a tank top and boy, what a difference that was making. Her boobs looked incredible. She sat down next to me.

"Hey, Jack. Glad you could make it." As she sat down across from me, her chest bobbing up and down, I couldn't help but steal a look. I saw other guys' eyes glancing at her chest as they walked by. I only hoped she hadn't noticed me ogling her. She already knew I had a girlfriend; I didn't want to look like a total creep to my new friend. We started working on our project when a male student approached her.

"Hey girl, you looking for a man?"

She looked up and scoffed. "Does it look like I'm looking? He's right here." She pointed to me. What was she talking about?

He looked at me and said, "Lucky ass dude." He walked away. She picked up her drink and sat next to me. Her meaty thigh touched mine.

"Is it chill to pretend to be boyfriend and girlfriend when we hang out? I legitimately can't stand the cat calls."

"Y-yeah, that should be fine," I said. It probably wasn't. But I was in no position to say no. We finished the actual work reasonably quickly. She was surprisingly bright. If we stuck together, I could learn a lot from her. This class mayn't be so challenging with her around. We got to talking about our lives. Again, we had tons of chemistry.

She thought I was funny, and we laughed together like we had been friends for years. If I'm being honest, I had a better connection with Hitomi than Rachel. Granted, it was very early in our friendship, and if dating had taught me anything, things were never the way they were at the beginning. But even still, I was mesmerized by the connection we had made.

She had been in a few relationships but nothing serious. All of the guys she had dated wound up cheating on her for skinny girls. Perhaps she had developed some complex. She claimed society didn't like girls with her body type. It was a bit sad to see a girl so down on herself. She had no reason to have body issues.

A coffee store employee walked up to us. I hadn't realized it had gotten so late. The sun was down, and most of the people there had left. "Aw, you guys make a cute couple."

"Thanks," said Hitomi. She leaned into me with a big hug. One of her breasts was pressing into my chest. The other was bulging out there for me to see. Looking down was almost too easy. Those things were utterly massive. I had to squirm in my seat to try to hide my erection.

We left the coffee shop shortly after that. We stopped outside. "Thank you for hanging out with me, Jack."

"No, thank you, Hitomi. You're the brains of the operation, and I hope you know that. I'm going to need you this semester."

"Oh, I'm sure you'll also bring something to the table." She giggled. We hugged, her ample chest pressing against mine. "I'll see you later." And with that, she turned and walked away, her big butt staring me in the face. I checked my phone.

RACHEL: How was everything? Are you that busy?

I walked home, preparing to tell her about my day, minus a detail or two.

She has yet to respond to that last question. It was still pretty early in the day. It was a Saturday, and Rachel was working. I was free to do whatever I wanted and imprisoned in my room, trying to cram biology into my less-than-willing brain. I was suddenly very excited to see Hitomi. Being with her for our limited time yesterday was fresh air. I have never been close to breasts of that magnitude before. I didn't even know I was that into them until she bounced over to me. Now, I couldn't stop thinking about them. Guilt crossed my mind thinking about Rachel, so I vowed I would not cheat, and nothing would come of us hanging out today.

In only a few minutes, I heard a knock on the door. I opened it to see Hitomi standing in the doorway, wearing a tank top similar to the last one she wore, if not the same. I swallowed hard. She was wearing some short shorts as well. Her thighs rubbed against each other as soon as they started and looked perfectly tanned. She had some extreme bedhead, with her long hair draped over her sizable chest. Her cleavage jutted out in front of her. Immediately, I knew my vow would be put to the test.

"How's it going? Study buddy!" she said, reaching in for a hug.

"Pretty much the most awesome weekend ever," I said. I wrapped my arms around her back, over her arms. Her breasts pressed against my chest again. I could get used to hugging this chick. I couldn't resist the urge and saw two massive orbs mashed together. It was motorboat city down there. I looked up to see her looking into my eyes, smiling. It would appear I had been caught in the act.

"Eyes up here, perv," she said with a smirk.

"I, uh, well, no I-"

"I'm just kidding. You're my fake boyfriend, which means you get to look at them all you want. It's a business perk." She laughed. My god, her boobs were way more giant than Rachel's. There was no competition. Hitomi oozed sexuality, while Rachel was flat as a board. I wanted to dive head-first in there and kiss them. I couldn't believe this girl was letting me do all of this. I had to resist; I was not single and a good guy. I had to be responsible. Hitomi rubbed her finger along my back as we held each other. "Do you want to get started, Jack?"

I broke off from her eyes, which were quite beautiful now that I noticed. "Uh, yeah, let's learn some biology. Is my bed okay?"

"Of course," she replied. She walked over to my bed and sat down. I followed her over and sat next to her. "Would you look at that? Our second date, and you're already in bed with me!" We both laughed, me probably more nervously than she did.

I was impressed by how well she knew her subject matter as we studied. She edged closer and closer the longer we sat together. She crossed her leg closer to me, and the size of her thigh was immense. Her ass must have been the juiciest piece of meat I had ever seen. At another point, she leaned back, puffing out her chest. When we finished studying, she surprised me.

"Now, for your payment..."

"Wait, I thought this was a friend thing! Do I have to pay you for it?" I asked semi-jokingly.

"Well, I don't need money. I need you to escort me to Target and go clothes shopping. And you know my public rule, right?"

"I have to pretend to be your boyfriend?"

"You got it! Are you good with that?"

"It's only fair. Let's head out." The two of us left my place. I drove her to the nearby Target. It was so hot that she was all about me like this. We talked all the way over about our new classes and just school in general. I loved talking to her, and she had such a fantastic personality. Every time I made her laugh, her chest bobbed up and down, distracting me so that I thought I might have hit a pedestrian or two.

We walked around the women's section for clothes when we reached Target. Usually, I wouldn't say I liked clothes shopping with a chick, but I had a perfect time with her. She saw a picture of one of the models. "Look how tiny she is. Her body is like your girlfriend's body. That's what you like, huh? You're not into curves, are you?"

"I'm into girls of all flavors," I said, feeling suave.

She cackled. "Oh yeah? Who's prettier, me or that model right there?"

"I can't lie. You, of course. You've got it going on!" I said, trying to play it off fantastically. That question put me in a bizarre spot.

"You're such a sweetie. Okay, I have enough stuff here. I'm going to try on these shirts. Want to be a bad boy and sneak into one of the stalls with me?"

"Are we allowed to do that? I don't know..."

"Come on!" She pulled me along. She got herself a stall, and while talking to the chick at the counter, I sneaked into her stall. She then walked in after me. When she closed the door, she leaned her back against the door and stared at me, biting her lip. "OK. So, here's my problem. As you may have noticed, I'm a bit... endowed. I look skanky if I wear too low shirts, and girls give me mean looks. But if I completely cover up, attractive boys like you have less to look at. So, I need to find a comfortable median. Are you up to the task? It may involve much staring at my rack, which you seem to have some skills in."

I laughed. "Okay, calm down; I'll help you out."

She turned around and took off her top. Her back was mainly revealed, minus the bra. While she wasn't thin, her body didn't appear to have much fat around the midsection. She looked pretty good from the back. She slipped on a blue shirt and turned around. The shirt was not very revealing, except for the right on her chest, which wedged downwards towards the center. I could see a decent amount of cleavage.

"Pretend you don't have a girlfriend for one minute. I'm going to stroll over to you seductively. Tell me if it works." She slowly moved towards me. She placed her hand on my shoulder and motioned me to sit down. I obliged, of course. As she got closer, her breasts were right in my face. "Hey, sailor. Was I looking for a good time? Eh? Anything?"

"Look, you're gorgeous, but this covers up too much. Try going way the other direction, and we can go up from there."

She winked at me, "You know I like you more and more each time you open your mouth." She turned and took that off. She then got herself into a very revealing tank top—this one was even lower than the one she came in with.

"Trying this again. Ahem. Hey sailor. Looking for a good time?" She slowly made her way up to me. Her boobs were right there in my face. She reached her hand around the back of my head and massaged it. I could feel her slowly pulling me in. I was in no position to fight it.

"You know, I'm only in town for one night," I acted. "We have to leave come daylight tomorrow morning."

"Well, you sexy sailor, maybe I could make your stay here a bit more memorable. She put her knees on either side of me. Her breasts were now directly in front of me. She was now whispering. "I need to test how easy access the shirt is..." She then put more pressure on the back of my head. With her other hand, she guided my hand to the side of her boobs, still straining against the fabric of her tank top. My other hand instinctively moved to the other one. They were so squishy and bulky. I could feel my hands gently sinking into her chest meat. Her mouth was right up against my ear now. "How do they feel?"

"They feel amazing," I said. I was entirely under her control. Guilt wasn't even on my mind, though it should have been.

"Let's go further." She pulled me in, and my face mashed against them. My face was deep in her cleavage. It felt amazing. I couldn't believe how vast they were. They were massive fleshy pillows. "Mumm..." she said, cooing. Her fingers were running through my hair. Both of her hands were working against the back of my head.

I squished her tits together and let them go, letting them bounce against my cheeks. I turned back and forth, trying to get all over her prominent chest. I felt so incredibly comfortable here. It just felt right. And then, she pulled me out, and our eyes met, hers looking down at mine. We both just stared at each other for a few hour-long seconds, and then she pulled me in and kissed me. We made out for a solid 2 minutes. Her tongue met mine, and they swam together. It was wet and sticky, and I thought I was going to cum just from that. Our lips smacked off of each other.

"Baby boy, my tits are all yours," she whispered to me. Still, at chest level, she pulled me back into the giant pair of breasts I had ever been up close and personal with. "God, you are so cute," she said to me. "Can I be your little secret?"

"Yes," I mumbled.

"Can you come over to my place? I want to spend more time with you."

"Anything," I heard myself say.

"Go ahead of me. I'll follow you out." I slipped out to a bewildered attendant. She followed after a bit, and we headed out to my car. I was a zombie for her, and I had never felt more excited.