Engineering Ratios

Chad releases Kay's hand as they return to the quad for lunch, not wanting to be presumptuous or draw more attention to their absence. With one hand clutching her bag, Kay uses the other to smooth her hair while she scans the grass for her new friend, Olive. Checking her shirt for evidence of the morning's exhibition, Olive feels Kay's shadow on her before the quiet girl settles on the lawn beside her.

To her surprise, she sees her friend now has a posse. The lanky boy with a chiseled chin and heart-stopping eyes could be considered classically handsome, if not for his uneasiness as he delicately and apologetically sat opposite the girls.

Before Olive could question Kay about her new companion or the results of her different tour, a raucous pack of familiar hedonists crowded their way into the group. Unseen by the crowd fixated on Olive, Chad is edged out of the group. Feeling responsible for innocent and naive Kay, he's hesitant to leave, but as she says grace over her free, foil-wrapped meal he trusts that he can keep her safe from a distance for the time being.

"How's that burger, Olive?" "Got enough meat for ya?" "I could show you some meat," "Too bad it's burgers, we all know you prefer weiners!" Olive playfully rebuffed their taunts, but did her best to avoid any further innuendos. Just because she had gotten herself off to the memory of these boys getting carried away didn't mean she wanted a repeat just yet. As she retorted between bites, she felt her friend continue to shrink beside her. Apparently Kay wasn't so attuned to the male presence and attention.

"Attention everyone! Hey- listen up!" It's their original tour guide, frantically waving the sign, trying to get the attention of his hoard. "Your not my problem for the rest of the afternoon. Wander around, do whatever. Oh, and there's a bunch of booths set up in the science building - maybe you can get some free candy or condoms or something. Whatever, just be back at the Engineering Building by 5:00.

"Free condoms? That's my cue" Matty jumped up from the pack of boys and grabbed Olive's upper arm. "Come on, Ol', better stock up so we're ready for frosh week."

Trying to play cool, but intimidated by Matty's possessive grip and how he played up for the other boys, she called out to Kay, "Come with us, we can check out the campus club tables together!" Not wanting to be abandoned with the rowdy crowd, Kay scrambled to her feet and trailed after the couple. She quickened her steps as she felt the press of the group joining her, as the library boys were also intent on following Olive.

Suddenly, Kay's nose is filled, not with the body odour of the engineering boys, but of overpowering citrus and vanilla. Kay braces herself just in time to be wrapped in a crushing hug.

"O. M. Geeee! Kay! I finally found you! I, like, totally tried to be in your group this morning but I couldn't find the right thing to wear so I was completely late for the tours." Kay surveyed her reunited classmate from high school, Aly, and considered the stark contrast between their outfits. Aly had been raised in the same church as Kay and, until today apparently, been raised just as conservatively. The coed's transformation shocked Kay, seeing this girl from her youth group and Sunday School class clad in skin-tight jeans and a tube top.

"Can you, like, totally believe that NONE of our classes are together this semester? What a total bummer - I guess I'll have to make some neeeew besties, so someone can help out poor little me" Aly drawled the end of her statement, looking around the quad seductively, to no avail.

Unfazed, Aly grabbed Kay's arm and pulled. "Come onnnn, I saw the cuuutest guys over at that waterpolo table." Kay gave Olive a wave and trailed after her high school companion, sad to be moving backward socially but thrilled to be away from Olive's adoring fans.

Uninterested in the tables, Kay dutifully followed and got lost in her thoughts from the morning. How had things gotten so out of hand? How could she be so wanton as to be alone with Chad in that lab? How dare she tempt and lure his brother Rick, the TA? And that feeling. Oh, that bewitching feeling. The warmth, the fireworks, the passion, the rush- no! She wasn't supposed to encourage that! Those desires should only be for her husband, not for her own satisfaction and not because of the trouble she caused. She needed to repent. She needed to pray. And she needed to get away from all these crowds.

"Excuse me, Aly," she tried to catch her friend's attention. "Do you mind if we go find the chapel?" Aly was too busy batting her eyelashes at the archaeology club to hear her. "Aly, I'm going to find the chapel now!" Her stronger voice caught Aly's attention and received a dismissive wave in response.

Kay consulted her orientation package, squinting at the map when suddenly she crashed into a familiar lean form. "Oh, Chad, I'm so sorry - I keep causing you trouble today." Kay turns to flee, but Chad catches her wrist. Kay's mind flashes to the morning, when those same strong hands restrained her on the lab table and her pulse races.

"Please, Kay, wait. I want to talk. I need to-" "I'm so sorry Chad," Kay chastises herself for not submitting to the man but interrupting him instead. "I really need to go. I feel awful about how I treated you this morning, and I really need to go confess at the chapel." She turns, trying to hide the heat in her cheeks as her pulse throbs in his grasp and travels to her core.

"It's alright, I actually wanted to apologize to you. But wait, if you're looking for the chapel you're going the wrong way." Kay looks up through her thick eyelashes, attempting to be demure. "I, um, guess I still need to work on listening. I don't want to bother you, but could you point me in the right direction?"

Chad gentlemanly tucked her hand into the crook of his arm and began the walk toward the campus chapel. His attempts to apologize or engage Kay in small talk are poorly received by the diminutive girl trying to submissively shrink further. The finally arrived at the chapel in silence, only to find it locked. Devastated, Kay's brown eyes brim with tears. "But I, but I, but..." she sniffled. Chad dared to wrap her in a comforting hug. "But I really needed to pray about this morning." he heard her sob into his chest.

"Hey, shhhh," he tried to comfort her, "look, I can get it unlocked for you. No need to cry," he hushed as he procured the campus master key Rick had copied for him. Kay's breath caught as she heard the lock click.

"Oh Chad, I didn't realize. Oh, how amazing!" She bound past him into the foyer. "It's so amazing that you're a church usher - oh what a relief to have a devout classmate!" Chad decided it was in his best interest not to correct her. To keep her safe from Rick or anyone else who would take advantage, he would need to build her trust. And he doubted having unauthorized access to the security-camera-free areas of campus would help. "Come this way," he directed her, trying to take the attention off himself. "There aren't confessional booths open when the building is closed, but there are some cushioned pews over here where we can..." he tried to direct her to the back corner, his discretion rooted in the fear of being found trespassing. Instead, Kay had bounded to the front of the sanctuary and was piously kneeling at the edge of the pulpit.

Chad kept his distance at first, marvelling at her poise. But it wasn't for her privacy that he held back, no, it was to hide the rising tent in his pants that sprang to attention when he saw her on her knees with her head tipped to heaven and her eyes closed. Finally he crept forward, expecting murmurs of prayer or confession, but was met with silence.

"Um, you can pray out loud if you want. That, um, always makes me feel better." Chad frantically thought back to the Christmas and Easter services he had attended, and the odd Sunday morning his grandma had dragged him to. He began to formulate a plan that his brother would be proud of.

He gently placed a hand on Kay's shoulder and she flinched at the contact. Scared that she had disobeyed a man again, she turned her tear-filled eyes back to Chad. "I'm so sorry - I just don't even know where to start. I've always known how to talk to God, but the words just aren't coming today. I've been too big of a sinner!" and the sobs descended.

"Hey, hey hey - shhhhh, if you don't know what to say to God then why don't you start by talking to me. Tell me what happened this morning. Practice your words on me."

Kay wiped her tears and turned forward, her prayerful pose a statue a contrition. Chad began to doubt his plan as he waited in silence, until Kay drew a shuddering breath and began.

"I disobeyed the rules. I should have stayed with the tour guide, but followed your group instead." Chad's hand rested on her shoulder again, and this time Kay didn't flinch. "Shhhh, I'm glad you did. It meant I got to meet you." He chose to omit his other contributions in this comfort.

Another sniffle. "I was alone with you unsupervised. A good girl would never do that." Chad tried not to smirk at the parallel of the present moment but instead whispered, "I was happy to help you find your classes." His hand moves from her shoulder to rub her back.

"I disagreed with your brother, instead of respecting his authority." Chad knelt down to join Kay on the floor. "He never should have called you those names - you were only defending yourself." He moved in front of her, grasping both shoulders and looking into her eyes. "You are not a bitch, and you are not a slut. He was wrong to call you that."

"I was presumptuous. He said I shouldn't have been in there or even in engineering." Chad rubbed his hands up and down Kay's arms. "I led you into that lab, and I'm glad you're in engineering. We need kind and thoughtful people like you." Kay held his gaze then looked away with a blush.

Her mind was reeling. Here she was, so close to the handsome boy who had helped her with directions and was now helping her with her confession. He seemed so kind. He seemed so gentle. And his strong hands felt wonderful as they rubbed her arms. She held back a moan as her mind transported her to the torrid details of the morning.

She stuttered, trying to continue in piety. "I didn't listen in quiet submission. I kept shouting instead of hearing your brother's lesson." Chad's eyes flashed, frustrated that his brother had harmed this girl. "He doesn't know everything. He shouldn't have tried to 'teach' you like that." He hesitated, fearing he had lost his role as comforter when Kay dropped her eyes.

"I let sinful passions overwhelm me and I didn't control my body," Chad thought back to Kay's breasts as her back arched and her orgasm rippled through her. He steadied his own breathing, "you were beautifully stunning, and trusting the body God gave you."

"I think..." her timid whisper trailed off. "I think..." Chad leaned in closer to hear her, his forehead nearly touching hers. "I think, maybe, in some sinful and twisted way... I liked it." With this admission she fell forward into Chad's chest and resumed her sobs. Chad held her close, feeling her firm breasts press against his shirt.

As her breathing evened, he whispered into her ear "I think that's a good thing." Kay's breath caught and she sat back to look into Chad's eyes. Keeping his hands on her shoulders, he began to execute his plan.

"Who designed you Kay?" She hesitated. "Who designed you?" "G-g-g-god" she stammered. "And does God make mistakes?" "N-n-n-no" "And does God love you?" "Yeeeesss." "Then why are you ashamed to love the body that God designed and loves?" He felt her soften in his grip.

"Kay, God made your beautiful eyes." She glanced up. "He designed your ears," he ventured to reach up and tuck a strand of hair back with a delicate but still innocent caress. He smirked as her breath caught, but she didn't move away.

"He designed your shoulders-" he gently pushed the concealing cardigan off her arms, revealing her thin but modest top. It took all of his self-control not to fixate on the bullet-shaped peaks once again revealed. "And he designed your neck," he may have imagined it, but Chad felt Kay lean in as he cupped a hand around rested his fingers at the nape of her neck. "He designed your forehead," Kay took the initiative this time, pressing her head against his. They remained frozen in this tableau until Chad mustered up the courage to step it up.

He tightened his grip on her neck and moved his other hand to her hip. He felt Kay tense and begin to pull away, but he held fast. "Your forehead" he repeated, then planted a kiss. "Your cheeks," two more kisses, "your nose," a sweet peck, "your neck," and he began to nuzzle and kiss around Kay's jawline and collar as she melted into his touch.

"But Chad, I-" "Do you like how this feels?" "Yes, but-" "Did God create it?" "Yes, but-" "Then lean in. God made this. God made you. God made me. Let me make you feel how good he made us."

With that, Chad resumed his oral travels around her neck, back across Kay's face, then down to her shoulders when he trusted he could release the firm hold on her neck.

"Do your legs hurt from all this kneeling? Here, allow me-" he leaned Kay backward and began massaging her ankles and her calves. "May I?" Chad asked, beckoning to her shoes. Blushing at the attention, Kay gave a tiny nod then let her head loll back as she relished in the indulgent pleasure. She had never been doted on like this before. Maybe she SHOULD be allowed to appreciate her body, instead of seeing it as sinful. Maybe her mom was overreacting- about her body, and about boys. With a sigh, Kay let herself fully recline to the floor of the chapel, watching the light through the stained glass windows dance as Chad gave her a good rub.

She was startled, but maybe not surprised, when Chad's hands began to move again, and with them, his sermon on self-love continued. "Yes, God designed these feet. And your ankles. And your calves. And your knees." Kay's eyes snapped open to find that as Chad's hands travelled upward he was now crawling to straddle her outstretched form. "What are-" "Shhhhh, let ME teach you now." He crawled fully above her as she looked on dubiously. He restarted his trail of kisses, rebuilding the trust that he never would have thought possible.

"Your forehead. Your cheeks. Your nose. Your neck." He began to move downwards, but always hovering his body above hers. "Your shoulders. Your arms. Your wrists. Your hands." Chad brought her hands up to meet his caressing kisses, before clasping them in one hand and immobilizing them. Kay gasped and considered resisting, but the warmth in the pit of her stomach had returned, just like when he held her fast that morning. Chad saw the flush in her cheeks. "This is good. This is right. Do you like it?" Kay gave the tiniest nod of consent, "then submit to me," he murmured, twisting her conservative indoctribation. Chad continued.

"Your shoulders. Your chest." Kay's breath hitched as he tugged at her neckline and kissed along her collarbone. Moving further, he used his free hand to caress her side. "Your ribs. Your waist. Your hips." He then grasped the hem of Kay's shirt and inched it up. "Your hips" he repeated, nuzzling along the top of her skirt. "Your navel," Kay jumped and flexed her hands in his as he nibbled her stomach but she didn't protest.

Chad's eyes rose to match Kay's, locking in and taking her fascination as consent. He slid his free hand under her top and over the modest, full-coverage cup of her brassiere. Eyes wide, Kay is about to protest, but is cut off, "shhh, it's God's beautiful plan. Does this make you feel good?" Kay whimpered, but she didn't say 'no'.

Chad slid her shirt up around her neck to marvel at the untarnished, mysterious peaks previously hidden from view. Kay's alabaster skin seemed angelic in the chapel lights, and Chad wanted to bury his face between the luxurious pillows and never leave. Remembering his purpose, he instead resumed his trail of kisses.

"God designed your neck. Your chest. Your breasts," with that he landed the softest and faintest of restrained kisses along the exposed curve of her DDs. Kay's eyes stayed wide as she watched his progress, but instead of a protest a moan slipped past her lips.

Chad hoped that was a sign that her resistance was passed. He gently released her hands, and moved both of his to her mounds. He tentatively cupped them through the cloth, then when a second moan echoed through the chapel he squeezed firmer. Kay squirmed, but not from discomfort. His warm paws on her mounds, she felt his thumbs flick over then trace the hard nubs pushing against their constraints. She felt the warmth from her core descend lower, and she was anxious for Chad's sermon to continue. To her shock, Chad deftly released the front-clasp of her bra. Instantly, her torso was fully exposed and open to the air. Kay moved to cover herself, but Chad covered her hands with his own and together they squeezed her bare breasts. His large hands controlling hers, they kneaded her flesh and another moan arose from deep within her being.

"You neck" a kiss. "Your chest" a kiss. "Your nipples" and Kay shrieked as Chad's mouth latched onto her left tit and suckled her. His right hand now free, he languidly slid it along her bare waist, across her hip, and down to the clasp that held her modest skirt.

Kay was writhing, but had lost all sense of propriety. She moaned at his mouth's ministrations as he alternated between nipples, working her up with sucks and nibbles before pacing her with languid licks and kisses. She was confused when the worship of her breasts was left to his hand, and Chad's kisses began to move down her navel. In a panic, she realized that while he had been fondling her top he had also been coordinating access below. Her skirt and modesty tights had been slid down to her knees, leaving her nether region on full display (her torn panties from the morning had never been replaced).

"Shhhhhh, trust me. It's all as God designed," Chad purred between kisses. He trailed kisses across her hips, then reached around her sides to grasp her bottom and lift her to his mouth. Kay clamped her own hand over her mouth to contain a shriek as his mouth descended on her lower lips, her secret flower, her hidden valley. She had never dared to touch herself there beyond a hygienic clean, and now here was a man bathing her with his tongue.

Chad tested the waters, so to speak, trailing his tongue along her thighs before tracing her labia and tentatively lapping into her cleft. Kay remained tense and wide-eyed, but as he alternated his ministrations she relaxed into him and released a moan. Hearing her passion echo through the chapel, Kay startled and tried to crawl back but Chad tightened his grip on her hips holding her aloft.

Fingers sinking deep into her fleshy cheeks, Chad holds fast, intent on bringing her rising pleasure to a climax before she escapes with her good sense returned. Kay's hands fly to the back of his head, her plan to push away his hungry mouth from her core. As her fingers reach his golden tendeils, Chad piques his tongue and circles the forbidden clit. Electricity shoots through Kay's body and the chapel is filled with the sounds of her gasps. Her back arched upward and Chad continues to lap and tease between her legs. He tongues at her centre and bides his time as she rides her pleasure.

Kay sees flashes of colour dance before her eyes. She is disoriented and enraptured, not sure if it is the chapel stained glass or her awakened passion toying with her senses. She glances down and locks eyes with the nearly stranger still lapping at her most private place. Trusting her to stay, Chad releases her hips and clasps one of her hands out of his hair.