Kim turned down the car radio as she checked the address Tanya had scribbled on the napkin. She never understood why turning down the radio would somehow magically help her find the address, but she did it anyway. It never worked, this time was no exception.
The car was hot. A quick breeze through the open window gave momentary relief from the late afternoon heat. She felt a cooling on her lightly tanned and freckled bare shoulders. Her nipples perked up, pushing into the thin cotton of her lightest shirt. It was way too hot to even think about wearing a bra. Even the tiny cut off shirt was damp from her clean perspiration. Her legs and thighs stuck uncomfortably to the vinyl seat.
She barely saw the stop light turn red in her peripheral vision. Her sweaty flesh made an odd sound on the seat as she jammed her foot on the brake pedal. The car screeched to a stop, mercifully in the shade provided by a tall building.
After collecting herself, Kim reached back and lifted her damp curly strawberry blond hair off her neck. She fanned some cooler air across her heated skin, and checked the addresses again.
She didn't notice the truck driver next to her enjoying the unintentional burlesque show she was putting on. As she fanned her neck, her boobs jiggled in time with the motion. They were real, and she was, as they say, a healthy girl. About 34B healthy, to be exact.
The light changed, she glanced at the address yet again.
Dr. I. Probem
6969 'O' Street, Suite OMG.
'Just another block or so to go' she thought.
Her mind went to why she had made the appointment. She had been getting "hot flashes" as she had described them to Tanya. They came and went, but as of late, had been coming more than going. Especially late at night when she was alone in her bed. It seemed her skin had become extremely sensitive, more "alive".
The shower was the worst. As soon as the spray started flowing over her, she felt a tingling between her thighs. And wetness too. Lots of wetness.
Kim was a good girl, a very good girl. In her 19 years, she had never succumbed to the temptations of the guys who seemed to flock around her. Oh sure, she had done some heavy petting, mostly out of curiosity. A few times, she had stroked them until they spurted jets of creamy goo into her soft hand. One time, she even kissed one, to see what it tasted like.
The jerk put his hands on the back of her head, and then told her to "suck it".
She did, and about a minute later, she felt him start to swell in her mouth. About that time, he started grunting and pumping his hips.
A moment later, he started twitching and goo quickly filled her mouth. She couldn't pull away from his grip on her head, and it seemed he was trying to shove himself down her throat.
Fearing she was about to choke to death, Kim did the only thing she could think of. She bit down. Hard.
His sounds went from grunts of pleasure to howls of pain. He let go, she shot up, and spit the slimy mess from her abused mouth. Unfortunately for him, her lips were even with his wide open mouth.
The story spread quickly from Lover's Lane to everywhere but the 6 o'clock news. As stories go, it grew with each re-telling until it got to the point where she had bitten his dick completely off, and then stuffed it into his mouth. Ater that, she was nicknamed "Jaws" by the local pundits.
College had been a welcome change for her. The guys seemed more mature. At least the ones that weren't running aound drunk, dressed in sheets and shouting "Show yer tits!".
About a month ago, she had awakened from a dream involving the all star quarterback and herself. She was horrified to find her hands buried in her panties, rubbing away at a deliciously wicked spot.
Her mind told her 'Nice girls don't do THAT!', while her body screamed 'Yeeeee-HAAAAAH!'
She pulled her busy fingers away from herself, with great difficulty.
This became a recurring pattern. Each time it was harder to pull her hands away and tuck them under her pillow to keep them out of trouble. It was also harder and harder to get back to sleep.
She was having trouble concentrating in class, due to lack of sleep and the discovery that if she crossed her legs just right......and moved her foot in a gentle little circle....just...like....that....
Kim soon discovered another side effect from that happy distraction, her panties were getting soaked. She started keeping an extra pair in her purse to change into when the first got too sticky to wear. It was usually after her third class of the day, the one Mr. All Star quarterback was in.
One day, he smiled at her and said "Hello".
She felt wetness all the way to her thighs. Her foot hummed through the rest of the period.
She was spending a small fortune in the laundry room too. All those wet panties had to be washed before she could wear them again. One time, as she reached across the washing machine, she pressed against it in just the right spot.
Her knees nearly gave out as the strong vibrations of the washer shot through her. Shocking herself, she pressed tighter against the machine. Her hands gripped the edges, her knuckes went white. The steady hum of the washer gave her a sensation unlike anything she had felt yet.
The machine clicked into it's spin cycle, so did Kim. She was barely aware her hips had begun a gentle thrusting as the vibrations increased. She pressed her lips together to keep the small moans in her throat from escaping them.
Just as an indescribable pleasure was building, a loud male voice came from behind her.
"Hi! Say, aren't you in my English Lit class? You're Kim, right?"
Kim's eyes shot open, the flush on her face deepened as a combination of shock and horror set in. The voice belonged to Mr. All Star, clad only in a tight t-shirt, and gym shorts. His hard muscled body was still wet from a shower. She opened her mouth to reply, but all that came out was "Oh! oohOh! nngggohOh! OH! OHHHHHhhhhh!"
A twitching started between her legs and spread through her body in waves. She held on the washer to keep from falling. The vibrations set in again. An explosion went off inside her. Her hips jerked rhythmically into the machine, her boobs shaking under her shirt. Her knees gave out.
Mr. All Star moved quickly to help her, thinking she was having a seizure. His body pressed against her, and she against the washer. The smell and feel of his freshly washed body overloaded her senses. A bigger explosion went off between her thighs.
The only thing she could think to do was to sink to the floor as if she had fainted. He lowered her gently. After a few moments the fireworks quit going off between her legs.
She panted a bit, and managed to stammer "Uhmmm, I think my blood sugar is off, or something."
Kim was beyond mortified, and seven shades of red. She slowly worked up the nerve to open her eyes and look up. He was looking at her with concern, but what caught her eye was the view she had up his gym shorts. He was definitely an 'All Star' and was 'going Commando'.
Her view was cut short as he bent, and extended his hand. As she reached, he was treated to a good look down her tank top. His soldier was instantly putting on a helmet. For an instant, she could have sworn that his one-eyed buddy had winked at her. She shook her head to clear it as he helped her back to her feet. Her knees still trembled, the thought of Bambi on ice crossed her mind.
With a thrill, she noticed he held her hand a few moments longer than necessary. She smiled and started to thank him, but noticed his gaze was glued to her chest.
Her nipples had perked up to say "thank you" in their own special way.
Kim had no clue how special her nipples were. They were one in a million, the aureole rising softly from her creamy flesh to button sized tips. Even at rest, they looked aroused. When they stood up, no bra could contain them. At the moment, she wasn't wearing one.
There was an awkward drawn out silence as he held her hand, still hypnotized by the display Twin Peaks was putting on. She shifted her weight uncomfortably, which only added a teasing jiggle to the show. It was at that precise moment the washing machine went ballistic.
A loud 'Pop!' broke the silence as a hose let go, spraying cold water in all directions. Most of it caught Kim square in the chest, soaking through the thin white cotton. Any mystery involving her upper torso was gone instantly. The wet material clung to her boobs like a second skin, showing everything beneath. A few seconds later, she was receiving Mr. All Star's full one gun salute. That soldier was reporting for duty, standing tall, and pitching a serious tent.
She screeched, and tried to cover herself. He yelped, and tried to cover himself. Unfortunately, he had forgotten to let go of her hand, and her palm was warmed with a fistful of throbbing tent pole. She jerked her hand back, catching a finger in the waistband of his shorts. The beast was free, and promptly shot upward, meeting the skin of his hard abs with a meaty smack.
Her finger pulled free of the cloth. The elastic band snapped back hard, directly into the tender underskin of his boner. He howled in pain, and grabbed at the elastic with both hands. He did a little dance of pain, from foot to foot. Kim took a horrified step back, and slipped on the wet floor to her knees in front of him. His back was to the door of the laundry room.
That's when Tanya walked in. Her eyes went wide at the sight of what appeared to be her goody goody room mate giving the star quarterback a blowjob right there in the laundry room. From the sounds he was making, she was doing a damn fine job of it.
Tanya whipped out her picture phone like a gunfighter slapping leather. A second later, she had captured the moment for posterity. A few minutes later, everyone on her speed dial had a copy.
They had never noticed Tanya, who snapped the picture and scurried back to the dorm without getting the facts. By the time Kim and Mr. All Star had collected themselves, and their belongings, they were a huge hit on the internet.
When Kim got back to the room, she noticed Tanya was acting funny.
All full of questions like "So, how was the laundry? Was it a tough job, or did it come easy?"
Not really paying attention, Kim replied "It sucked!"
She didn't notice Tanya's bemused, yet jealous look.
Kim set down the basket of mostly panties and headed for the bathroom. She pulled off the jersey Bob had loaned her to cover herself while she dried her tank top. After all the initial embarrassment, it turned out he was a really nice guy. They had chatted, very awkwardly at first, but then after having a good laugh over the outrageous situation, it quickly warmed to a real conversation. He said he would stop by later to get his jersey back. She told him she'd be looking forward to that.
She suddenly remembered she had to pick up her check at the little diner where she worked part time. She threw on some jeans and a shirt and flew out the door. If she hurried, she could just make it before they closed for the night.
