JM101 - Caitlin
[Author's Note: Hey, Literotica. I've been writing for some years now, but I only recently turned eighteen a couple of months ago. I've always wanted to try writing erotic fiction, but I never managed to get it done until just recently. So as my first story, this won't be too heavy. It will be an episodic, trope-heavy story with not too much in the way of plot, at least while I'm still getting into it. For now, I just hope that you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.]
When I arrived at the Jackie Midlands Hall of Residence, I could tell straight away that this was going to be an interesting year. I had spent all day on a train to get here, thanks to my parents' un-cancellable business trip, and I had been forced to drag my two heavy suitcases uphill for about six hundred metres to arrive at the hall itself. I was probably red and slick with exertion by the time I reached reception, but the surprise that awaited me quickly chased all notion of fatigue from my mind.
I would have been lying to suggest that the first thing I noticed was her sweet, round face, her sharp hazel eyes or her dark red hair. I would even have been lying to suggest that my eyes were drawn to her long, slim legs or perfectly flared hips. No, my attention was immediately encapsulated by the unbelievable size of her breasts. They were quite simply enormous, especially on her small frame. They weren't disgustingly big, like some of the porn stars I'd seen, but they were big enough to stretch the material of her purple 'JMH' t-shirt tightly across her chest, and they jiggled appealingly when she moved.
It took me a moment to realise that she was looking straight at me, and when I did, I immediately dragged my eyes away from her chest, worried that I would be caught staring. It was then that I noticed those clear hazel eyes, along with a slightly amused quirk of her tiny little mouth that told me she had at least noticed my gaze. Mercifully, though, she didn't comment.
"Hi," she said simply. "You must be Tim, right?"
I swallowed and hoped my voice would remain level, at least for as long as my eyes did not slip. "Yes, that's me. How did you know that?" There were supposed to be at least a hundred and twenty first-years at the res hall.
She grinned mischievously. "You're in my dorm, C block. I made sure to read up on all my freshers."
"You're an RA, then?" I asked uncertainly.
"That's me!" she said, her smile widening. "My name's Caitlin. You're one of the first ones to arrive, so I'll show you to your room myself." Turning, she addressed one of the other students that stood around the reception area, all wearing matching purple shirts. "Jacob, you've got this while I'm away, right?"
Jacob, a tall young man with a shock of bleach-blond hair, shrugged. "Sure, Cait."
"Good," Caitlin said, turning back to me and grabbing one of my suitcases. "Come on, kiddo. You're in C207, on the second floor."
I followed her out a side door and through a winding maze of buildings and facilities. On the way, she pointed out various parts of the hall -- the dining room, the music room, the lounge, the swimming pool, various blocks of differing shapes and sizes. I wasn't really listening, though, as I was too busy noticing that Caitlin's rear end was almost as attractive as her front. Her ass swayed tantalisingly as she walked, tight black jeans accentuating the curves. I tried to force myself to listen to what she was saying. I didn't really want a boner, especially given the loose, thin shorts I was wearing.
"We'll take the lift this time," Caitlin said as she swiped a key card to open the door to C block, "but in future you're encouraged to take the stairs unless you have something heavy with you, mmkay?"
"Fair enough," I agreed as she led me down the hallway to the elevator.
The lift would have been classified as a large dumbwaiter anywhere else in the world, I decided. It was probably designed for one person to stand with a comfortable amount of space, but two people and two bulky suitcases almost filled the area. My nose was almost touching the lift door once it finally closed, and Caitlin was uncomfortably close at my left. As she shifted position, the side of her breast brushed against my arm so briefly that I was uncertain whether it had even happened at all. Thankfully, the ride was short, so I didn't have to endure the closeness for long. It was far from unpleasant, but I could already feel my cock becoming firm in my pants -- from the contact, the proximity, and her sweet perfume, which I hadn't noticed before. Was it jasmine? The scent was strong in the confined space.
As the elevator dinged and the door slid open, I was glad to step quickly out into the fresh air, wheeling one of my suitcases along behind me.
"Room 207 is this way," Caitlin said brightly, dragging my other suitcase behind her as she led me down the hallway. Stopping at a door marked, unsurprisingly, 207, she pulled another swipe card from her back pocket -- drawing my gaze to her tight little ass once again as she did so -- and slid it through the lock. The door popped open, and she handed the card to me with a smile. "Welcome to your new home!"
The room was surprisingly large. Sure, it was barely half the size of my room at home, if that; even so, there was room for a wardrobe, a desk and chair, and a single bed. There was a single window between the bed and the desk, directly opposite the door.
"The rooms aren't huge, but there's space to do whatever you need to do in here. You probably won't be in here much this year, between lectures and study. While you can study in here if you want to, it's not recommended."
"Really?" I asked, frowning. "But there's a desk and all, and it's private, so wouldn't it be ideal?"
"You'd think," Caitlin chuckled, "but it's a psychological thing. Your brain associates your bedroom with sleeping and... other leisure activities, so it's hard to activate your learning centres. Try and study near your bed and you'll just find yourself getting sleepy."
Did I imagine the look in her eyes when she mentioned 'other lecture activities'? It was an almost hungry expression, but it was so fleeting that I wouldn't have noticed it but for the accompanying pause. "Good... good to know," I managed to say.
An entirely unfamiliar expression crossed Caitlin's face then: a serious one, much in contrast to her previous bubbly self. "Listen..." she said slowly, closing the door behind her and locking it. She leaned back against it, blocking any escape I may have had. "I don't know how much you've heard about this res hall, but it's different from normal ones."
"I read about that on the website," I said, frowning. "It was only opened to male students last year, right?"
"Yes, but even now it's still far predominantly female. Something like an 80-20 split," she said, biting her lower lip uncomfortably.
"Those sound like good odds," I said cheerily, attempting to make a crack to lighten up the mood. Caitlin's abrupt about-face bothered me. I'd only known her for five minutes, but already this seemed out of character.
"Be careful, Tim," she said seriously, looking me straight in the eyes. "Even I'm not certain how, but this hall is strange in more ways than just the gender split."
"What are you talking about?"
"For example . . . the wardens have a very liberal attitude towards sex. It almost seems like this place was designed for it, if you ask me. The walls are thick, there are plenty of nooks and crannies where you can escape undetected. I could show you some of them later if you like."
I felt my eyes widen slightly at her frankness, especially at the boldness of her last offer. Was she hitting on me, or was I just reading too much into her suggestion? I didn't want to fuck anything up, so I just nodded.
Caitlin took a step towards me, her boobs bouncing slightly at the sudden movement. Shit, I thought, willing myself not to get hard. "I'm telling you this because I have to trust that you're a mature adult, Tim," she said. "You're living away from home for the first time, probably. We're here to look after you, but you're still expected to be a bit more independent. That means growing up and making your own choices. Do you understand?"
The whole time she had been speaking, Caitlin had been slowly approaching me step by step, her hazel eyes never leaving mine. There was an intensity in her gaze that simultaneously surprised me and -- oddly -- turned me on. I was starting to get seriously worried about getting a hard-on right in front of her, as my dick had been semi-hard for the last five minutes. I didn't think I would be able to live it down if I popped a boner in front of my RA on the first day of residence. Infuriatingly, the thought of embarrassing myself like that just made me even harder.
With a shock, I realised she was waiting for an answer. "Uh... yes! Yes, I understand." I didn't, really. I didn't know why she was telling me these things. I was at university now. Wasn't it to be expected that people would be having sex? It's not like I grew up in a cave.
"Good!" Suddenly Caitlin was all smiles again, but she didn't step back from me. Her face was just inches from my own, though she was forced to look up to hold my gaze. I could feel her warm breath on my neck, and I tried to suppress a shiver. Jesus fucking Christ, she was hot. From almost directly above, her boobs looked even more enormous. How did she carry those things around?
Fuck, I was hard. I had always been quick to stand at attention, and it seemed my efforts had been in vain. Now I was faced with quite a paradoxical conundrum. If she stepped back again, she would see the quite obvious tent in my loose pants. I could feel my cock straining against the material of my boxers, yearning to spring free. Yet as long as she stayed this close to me, I knew my erection would not subside. I wanted her to move away, but I really didn't want her to move away. What was I supposed to do?
