Dorm Daze Chapter 2

I received a text from Hitomi a few days later.

HITOMI: How’s it going?
ME: I’m good. How are you?
HITOMI: Bored. How were your classes?
ME: They were fine. I’m trying to figure out this biology stuff. It’s the first class and I already suck.
HITOMI: Want help studying? I can be your tutor!
ME: I think I could go for that. Want to come over?
HITOMI: For sure. We can talk about your payment when I get there. Cya soon!
ME: Payment?

She never responded 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 I was 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 a breath of fresh air. I have never been close to breasts of that magnitude before. Quite frankly, 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 very similar to the last one she wore, if not the same exact one. I swallowed hard. She was wearing some really 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 goin’, 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 definitely get used to hugging this chick. I couldn’t resist the urge and looked down to see 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 bigger than Rachel’s. There was no competition.