***Thinking about turning this into my first series. Leave a comment to let me know if there's interest in more of these characters. Enjoy.***
Sarah hates walking back home from her first year Intro to Economics course. It never lets out before 10 PM, meaning it's pitch black outside already. It's bad enough having to walk in the cold after fighting to stay awake three hours while the professor speaks, she hates having to do the walk alone.
Thankfully, she lives in residence on campus. She can't imagine how some of the other girls can walk safely for further distances or take public transit. Sarah would for sure fall asleep on the bus, and who knows what would happen to her then.
Sarah knows the effect she has on men, it's been like this for years. She was the first girl in her middle school class to grow boobs, and they've never stopped growing since. While most girls would flaunt a chest like hers, the massive boobs make her self conscious. She does her best to cover them up, wanting people to take her seriously.
She was her highschool valedictorian, now studying to become an economist. But ask the girls who watched her change in highschool gym class, and you'd think she only made it this far by blowing her teachers, and giving nerds handjobs to do her homework.
On the other hand, Sarah's very proud of her ass. She tries to wear pants and dresses that show it off, but truthfully, any pair of jeans puts it on display. Huge asses run in her family, no matter what kind of diet they're on. The first dance at her older sister's wedding was jokingly to Sir-Mix-a-Lot, the entire family went crazy. The song rings true for most of the men married into her family.
While an ass and boobs like hers mean she's a little on the chubby side, she's also an avid runner. All of her calories naturally go to her hips; she does her best with the running to keep her stomach as flat as possible. Guys are always messaging her on Tinder asking if she's had work done, her body's dimensions are hard to believe.
The first two Thursdays of the semester, she spent the entire walk home on the phone talking to her roommate, Veronica. But Veronica's growing sick of this arrangement. She wants to go out on Thursday nights, a few of the frat houses throw crazy pre-weekend parties. Sarah's phone calls are getting in the way of getting ready for the parties and are starting to irritate Veronica.
Luckily, in the third week of the semester, Sarah's looking around her Economics 101 class and notices Jason sitting a few rows behind her. He lives in the room across the hall from hers in the same dorm.
She texts her roommate to let her know she can go out and enjoy the party, Sarah doesn't need to call her tonight. Worst case, she follows Jason back to their residence, far enough behind that he won't notice, but close enough that he'll hear her if she screams.
When the professor gives the class a five minute break in the middle, Sarah casually walks over to talk to Jason. He sees her coming and smiles. Sarah returns the smile, excited that he seems happy to see her.
They haven't talked much since both moving in, but Sarah remembers their interactions as friendly. They were both part of a large group, nearly twenty students, who had dinner together in the cafeteria for their first two nights in the dorm. Everyone had been a little nervous benign away from home for the first time. After the second night they started splitting off into smaller groups, with the people who were fast becoming best friends.
Since then, Sarah and Jason's only interaction was at a party this past weekend. Sarah was too drunk to remember it, but it's why Jason's grinning at her. She'd been dancing with a few of the other girls at the party when he came up behind her and joined in on the dancing. She'd had more to drink that evening than ever before, and it was hitting her.
Feeling Jason come up behind her, not knowing who it was, she bent over and started twerking on his crotch. Jason, a virgin through all of highschool, couldn't believe his luck.
Hardly two weeks into the semester, the guys already talked about Sarah as one of the hottest girls in the dorm. Now, Jason's got her big butt twerking against his cock, quickly making him hard.
He tried pushing his luck a little further, slapping her ass playfully. She didn't mind, thinking it was one of the other girls joking around, and started grinding back into him harder.
Eventually, a couple of the other girls pulled her away, recognizing she was too drunk to consent to anything.
But an hour later, Jason on his way back to his room from the party, caught Sarah coming out of her dorm room to use the bathroom. She was clearly still drunk, stumbling over her own two feet.
So, Jason pinned her against the wall and started to feel her up. He was surprised to feel such massive tits underneath her loose fitting blouse. The sound of the stairwell door scared him off of her. He quickly ran back into his room, shutting the door before seeing whoever's coming up the stairs, leaving Sarah to stumble down the rest of the hallway to the bathroom.
Since that night, he'd spent nearly every day watching Sarah from afar, jerking off to thoughts of her every night. He liked to imagine he could hear her getting fucked from across the hall.
"Hey, are you heading straight back to the dorm after class?" Sarah asks, snapping Jason from his daydream.
"Yeah, why what's up?" Jason says.
"I feel kind of uncomfortable walking back by myself at night, and my roommate's gone out tonight," she says, putting on her nicest smile and hoping she can flirt her way into the answer she's looking for. "Do you think you could walk back with me?"
Before Jason can answer, Sarah reaches out and rubs his bicep, twirling her hair with the other hand.
"I know I'd be safe with a big strong guy like you," she says.
It's far from the truth, an exaggeration to butter Jason up, and they both know it. Standing at only 5'9", Jason's barely any taller than Sarah. And he's never seen the inside of a gym in his life, there's no bicep for her to feel.
Your prototypical nerd through all of highschool, everyone likes to joke he's allergic to sports. Jason had been looking forward to the fresh start university represents. He hoped to build a cooler reputation; dating a girl like Sarah would go a long way to building that. At the very least, if people see them hanging out at night, he can say he's tapping that and gain some street cred.
"Yeah," Jason says. "Of course we can walk back together."
"Oh, great," Sarah says, a wave of relief washing over her.
They agree to meet at the vending machines by the front door after class. Sarah walks back to her seat, happy she won't be walking home alone tonight. Jason loves watching her ass walk away. He plans to see a lot more of it tonight.
The last hour of class feels like an eternity, for both of them. Sarah, because she has the typical boredom expected from an Intro to Economics course. Jason, because he can't stop fantasizing about Sarah, and the spectacular body she's hiding under that loose blouse.
By the time the professor stops speaking and dismisses them, Jason has to maneuver his textbooks to hide his raging boner. It's going to be a long walk, Jason thinks.
They meet at the vending machines, as planned. The walk's awkward at first, both are a little shy and don't know much about the other.
Eventually, the conversation starts flowing, as they both start complaining about the other people on their floor. Shared enemies always make the best foundations for friendship.
"Can you believe that bitch Emma stole my hair straightener?" Sarah shouts.
"We'll have to teach her a lesson," says Jason, grinning mischievously.
"Sounds good to me," says Sarah. She's happy to be making another friend. These first few weeks away from home can feel so lonely.
"I heard she stuffs her bra, just like we're back in middle school. Have you seen it?"
"Um, no," Sarah says, the question making her a little uncomfortable. "Where did you hear that?"
"From one of the guys who hooked up with her last weekend." Jason misreads the look on Sarah's face. "Yeah, there were more than one, she sounds like a total slut."
"She's probably just trying to enjoy her freedom away from home," says Sarah. "We're only 18 once, there's nothing wrong with sleeping around and enjoying new experiences. If she was a guy, no one would be saying anything."
"What, are you padding your bra too?"
Sarah doesn't answer, the sudden sexual nature of their conversation making her uncomfortable. She hopes Jason didn't get the wrong impression from her when she was flirting with him earlier, she just didn't want to walk home alone.
"You are, aren't you slut," Jason says, reaching out at squeezing her right boob.
