"Oh, that's great!" Michael said, grinning. "I knew you'd get a job soon enough. I wish I had either your charm or experience, I might be as lucky."
Emily smiled.
"Don't worry, you'll get one soon. It's hard getting into anywhere at the moment unless you've already had 2 years experience doing exactly that."
"You can say that again."
"Yeah, but I've forgotten what I said already. "
"Unfortunately I don't have a story of heroic rescue to tell my potential employers!" he laughed. She laughed back, causing a little jiggle in the process.
"Oh yeah, that's great man." said Emily.
Michael was giving Emily a neck massage. He was sitting on the back of the couch while Emily sat below on the seat. Michael noticed she was wearing a better fitting bra now. That must have been what she meant by 'women's stuff'. God, what size was she wearing now? He doubted he'd get to see this one though, she hadn't left her bra on the ground since that night last week. She was wearing a lower cut top today, and looking down, Michael could see half a foot of jiggly cleavage. He told himself not to look there at a time like this. There was only a few inches between his groin and her head, and he was already starting to feel hard, especially after hearing her light moan of pleasure.
"How's college treating you?" she inquired.
"It's alright, a lot of work already."
"Had any luck in this new pool of single ladies? Genius ladies too, since your in a class of soon-to-be engineers." Michael perked up at this. Emily didn't normally ask about his romantic life.
"Um... wouldn't you like to know?"
"I would."
"Well, I'll tell you if you tell me. Any guys you've got your eye on?"
"Hm, well not really. I'm not really sure what I'm looking for yet. Alright, now you."
"Nah, haven't thought too much about it yet."
"Hm. What an underwhelming conversation." Emily quipped. The conversation had sparked something in Michael though. If she didn't have anyone she was pursuing even after starting college, maybe he had a chance. No, he told himself, don't be stupid. It's not like she's shown any signs of going after you either, and the last thing you want is to not only lose your dearest friend but have to work out new living arrangements as well. Just as these thoughts were going through his mind, he realized he'd stopped massaging her. Emily twisted to the side and Michael suddenly felt a warm, soft mass press into his leg. The outer flank of her right tit was pressed into his shin.
"Thanks Michael, you're the best." she smiled at him sweetly before pushing herself up off the couch and heading off to her room humming some slow song. Somehow those words were even more arousing to him than the mountains peaking out from her sides as she walked through her door and shut it behind her. He hoped she hadn't noticed the unusually visible lump in his pants.
Michael had not been entirely truthful to Emily. There had been someone in his class who he thought might have some romantic potential, but he didn't want to tell her because he didn't want to create the impression he was unavailable. Did that make sense? He wasn't sure, it was just a feeling in his mind. Anyway, the girl was named Yang, she was a Chinese student who was working with Michael on a project. She seemed to have taken an affection to Michael, although he wasn't sure if she had a crush on him or was just being friendly. She laughed a lot around him though, that was for sure. Unusually for an Asian girl, too, she was quite busty herself. Next to Emily of course, she would go completely unnoticed, but in a regular context, impressive. Michael thought she was perhaps a G-cup, and on a skinny little frame. Michael really had to stop thinking about Emily, there might be something there with Yang, and for a tit lover like him this could be a special opportunity.
On Monday Yang invited Michael over to her apartment, where she was living with a few friends, to work on their project. She seemed really excited about it, although when they were there, Michael never saw much of her friends, who pretty much left them alone after a quick introduction. Michael thought Yang was sweet, but he didn't really feel as enthusiastic around her as she did around him. Her English needed quite a bit of work, and she didn't always seem to get what he was saying, and vice versa. A lot of jokes went unnoticed. She did have a good mind for the subject, though, and was quite stimulating on the mind when they were discussing various avenues of going about something. He did miss a few things now and then when she was wearing a tank top and her large breasts wobbled as she pointed at sections of her work. His big tit obsession was serious. By the end of the week he had been to her apartment several times and it really did seem like she was flirting with him. For some reason he wasn't sure if he wanted to respond to it.
Michael had barely even spoken to Emily in the past week. Since she started her job, she hadn't really been around when he was home, but she was this evening. He came into the room and saw her sitting at the dining table, but not how she usually sat, with the seat pushed out and her breasts pushed underneath. No, her magnificent globes were lying on top of the table, and her arms and face were resting on them in her pink custom fit blouse. Michael was instantly enrapt by her bulging mammaries being compressed by her arms and face, but not for long did she remain this way. She must have been half-asleep when he came in, but upon hearing him jolted up and pushed her chair out, her teats sliding back and dropping below the level of the table. Michael chose to ignore what had just happened.
"Hey there, barely seen you around. Must be busy at work."
"Yeah, well..." she muttered under her breath.
