Engineering Ratios

Note: this work is entirely fictional, and all characters are entirely works of fiction. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. This story includes fantasy, lust and imagination as a basis for masturbation; all characters (and fantasy characters) are over 18.

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Aly waved dismissively at Kay. Sure, they had grown up together, but Kay didn't seem nearly as excited at the college prospects as Aly was. "I'll bet she keeps her granny panties on and stays a virgin til grad," Aly smirked to herself as she watched the timid girl slink away. "I mean seriously, what fun could she possibly have at the chapel?"

Aly returned her attention to the booths lining the hall, trying to slink her way into the groups with the best looking guys. With her skin tight jeans and elastic tube top, she was baffled not to have all eyes (and hands) on her. Wasn't this what the popular hoes in highschool had done?

Amping up the seduction, Aly tried leaning on the lacrosse team's table. This got a few eyes on her as her braless cleavage fought to escape her top. As Aly tried to get the team's admiration, she felt a breeze tickle across her lower back as her top tugged up and her jeans slid down.

Snap! Squeal! "Lookie here, I just caught myself a whale of ta- holy shit, Aly?!"

Aly's tits jiggled wildly as she popped back to standing after her red thong snapped against her. About to admonish (but only in a flirty way) her assailant, she locked eyes with the hazel gaze of her high school physics lab partner.

"Johneeeeee!" her boobs threatened to fly out of her top as she jumped up and down. Who needed to flirt with the lacrosse team when she had Jon's attention?

Jon scratched his blond curls and looked for an excuse to escape, but resigned himself to the fact that he had snapped Aly's thong so he was the only one responsible for the fact that she had found him.

"O.M.G. Johnny- you old flirt! I knew you had a thing for me, always checking me out and pretending you were just looking at my test answers. All this time, you could have just asked me if you wanted to cop a feel." Aly popped a finger into her mouth and arched her back, feigning innocent seduction while still being jostled by the other freshman wandering between booths.

Jon's crew elbowed each other and sniggered off to the side, but despite his attempts to extricate himself from his obsessive fan, none of them came to his aid.

"Yeah, ugh, funny running into you. Those, uh, guys over there dared me to snap the first whale tail I saw. I swear, I wouldn't have tried it if I knew it was you." Jon shuffled his feet and made to return to his group.

Aly latched her garrishly-polished claws onto his arm, "Oh you're so silly Johnny, so shy! You don't need to pretend you haven't been obsessed with me ever since my suit slipped at the beach on senior skip day."

"That was you? I never-" Jon cleared his throat and tried to change subjects. Anything to reduce the vicarious embarassment that kept this adoring fan from wrecking his street cred or scaring off new, and actually interesting, babes.

"Well, um, good luck with classes and all. I gotta go check into my dorm. I'm in engineering which is pretty much all dudes, so I probably won't be seeing you arou-"

"O. EMM. GEEEE! I'm in engineering tooooooo AND I toooootally forgot that i needed to get my room key today," she attempted a sexy, helpless pout, "can you pwetty pwease help me find my room, Johnny?"

Accepting defeat, Jon waved off his crew and began trudging in the direction of the dorms. With his eyes straight ahead, he did as little as possible to encourage the yapping chiuaua-nature of his classmate bouncing along beside him.

Aly was thrilled. As they made their way to the dorm, she took every opportunity to bounce and wiggle, to graze her bosom against Jon's arm, anything to get his gorgeous green eyes back on her.

They arrived at the dorms and checked in to get their keys, only to find (to Aly's delight, and Jon's dismay), that they were going to be on the same floor.

"O.M.-"

"Jeepers, I am never going to be able to shake her," Jon mumbled to himself as he walked to the stairs. With move-in not officially happening until the next day, he had no excuse to go back to his vehicle for bags. "May as well find out just how trapped I am," he thought as he trudged up the stairs with Aly bouncing behind him.

Unlocking her door, Aly was thrilled to find she'd been assigned a single. "Now there's no one to get out of the way when Johnny comes back with me," she giggled to herself.

Speaking of Johnny, where had he gotten to? Aly latched her door and returned to the hallway in search of Jon. Seeing the door two past her own propped open, Aly crept forward then bent at the hips to dangle her upper half into Jon's doorway.

"Peak a boo! I'm so sorry we got separated!" Aly invited herself into the room, oblivious to the eyeroll and annoyance plastered on Jon's face. "What a total bummer that you got stuck in a double. Maybe you could, like, come crash in my single if you ever need some privacy from your roommate. You'd have to ask me weally weally nicely though," Aly batted her eyelashes and smooshed her cleavage higher as Jon turned to respond.

"Yeah, see, about tha-"

Suddenly a commotion broke out in the quad below Jon's window. Apparently the beer garden security had gotten pretty lax and some supplies had been relocated to the lawn chairs near the dorms. As Aly ran to the window to witness her first body shot off a slim but busty girl with curly brown hair, Jon took his chance to escape.

Aly watched in fascination as the girl stretched out on the chaise and sprinkled salt along the edges of her lime green bikini. Aly's mouth dropped open as a group of boys pulled tighter around the girl, vying for position. Her pulse raced as she imagined the heat that would be eminating from all those male forms, and she pressed her head to the glass. As the main event drizzled tequila into her belly button, she looked up and locked eyes with Aly as the window creaked open. Panicking, Aly backed away from the window just as she heard the mystery vixen call, "open for business, boys!"

Aly was panting, confused by the debauchery below Jon's window and the heat in her own core. A flush remained in her cheeks, but was cast from mind as Aly realized Jon has abandoned her.

Aly paced the floor, contemplating. "OMG, how am I supposed to get and keep Johnny when there's loose sluts like that all over the place? Her boobs looked so much bigger than mine- you can barely even see mine in this top!" Upset, Aly yanked at the tube top, but because of its inappropriate size she only managed to creep it upwars instead of free.

The round traces of her smooshed underboobs glimmered with sweat as she continued pacing and pondering. With every lap of the dorm room, the elastic tube crept tighter from both sides, revealing more and more cleavage and defying gravity to just barely cover her areolas.

"If I'm going to get and keep Johnny, I need him to be committed to be before he meets girls like that." She peared out the window again to survey the crowd that now blocked the bruntte bombshell from view, dismayed to see the familar tall frame and blonde curls of Jon joining the excitement.

The breeze wafted theiugh the open window, tickling her exposed, firm abdomen and reminding her that she had assets of her own. "So Johnny likes his girls loose? I can be loose." Aly flounced back across the room to the full length mirror on the back of his door.

Pouting her lips, Aly tried striking the sultriest poses she could think of. With her tube top now barely hinting at any form of deceny, Aly wondered if she needed to balance out her look. "I mean, if Johnny wants to run his tongue along some bitch in a bikini top and daisy dukes, I'll be irresistible in just that thong that fascinated him earlier."

Aly began fumbling with the top button of her skin tight jeans, struggling to work them down over her curves. Turning from the mirror, Aly bounced to the window again to see the group being dispursed by campus security.

"OMG, he's going to be up here in no time and I'm not even ready!" Aly wiggled and jiggled, pushing with both hands until she unrolled the denim past her thighs. Locking her knees, Aly gave one final push to take her jeans all the way to her ankles.

"Well thats one hell of a housewarming gift."

Aly turns, expecting to see Jon. Instead, the doorway is filled by the frame of a large, linebacker type black man. Aly's smile falters but she tries to keep her composure and confidence as the stranger enters.

"Um, like, you're not Johnny, but like, if you have a key then you must be his roommate. So, um, I guess welcome to the neighbourhood"

"You J's girl?" the large intruder closed the door, crossed his arms and leaned back against it- unintentionally but very effectively preventing a fast escape.

Aly's heart races, and her hands moved to try and casually cover all of her real estate on display.

"We like totally went to highschool together, but he's never given me the time of day til today. I'm hoping we can be more though, now that he's already played with my thong and I'm just two doors down. Speaking of, I should probably-"

"Yeah, 'speaking of that thong' is right, wowza!"

"I meant 'speaking of my room,' which like, I should probably get back to..." Aly began to search the floor for her jeans and panicked when she realized that this stranger would get a whole 'nother show if she bent to claim them- let alone if she tried to force herself back into them.

Aly took a shuddering breath and attempted to bend sideways with her legs together to minimize further embarassment and exposure. Aly nicked them with fingertips and moved to stand up, but his imposing physique crossed the room in one stride.

He stopped her with a firm hand on the shoulder. "Two doors down, eh? Well what kind of welcome is that if you take off now?"

Aly felt her heart pounding and tried to steady her breathing. For the first time since her wardrobe upgrade, she wished that her tits weren't barely staying in her top. The presence of this large stranger and the heat eminating off his chiseled chest as he loomed over her fostered intimidation... and something else.

"I mean, it wasn't supposed to be a 'welcome.' I was waiting for Johnny"

"But I'm here now," his paw was heavy on her shoulder, keeping her fixed in place.

"Yeah, but like, I should probably get back to my tour group," her eyes darted to the door. Did she dare make a break for it and just put her pants on once she was free of this hulking stranger?

"Engineering, right? Same. We don't need to be back til 5:00. And based on how you were deep throating lunch, you're a hungry bitch. What kind of neighbor would I be if I didn't help you out?"

Aly feared what he could possibly mean, regretting her noon behaviour and whatever else had brought her to this moment. Aly began to protest. "Help me out? I was here to see Johnny! You know nothing about me!"

"Pretty sure I know lots. I know that you're an engineering freshman. I know that you're a horny little bitch that's desperate for approval, which means dressing- or undressing- like this is new to you. So your either a closeted nympho or you're a virgin. And I know that you're obsessed with J, even though you had all of high school to catch him and never did. What was your plan if it was J that came through the door?"

Aly wrestled her shoulder from his grip, enraged at his assessment then deflated at its accuracy. Her fire and indignation extinguished, Aly flopped to the bare mattress.

Seeing a vulnerable vixen, unaware of her own assets, he licked his lips and forced himself to show restraint- even though that would be harder than what was fighting his boxers after seeing the barely-clad bitch throw herself to the bed. His eyes devoured her hardly obscured tits, then traced down to her pinnacle. From where he stood, he was kept out of her secret place by the flimsy fabric of the famous red thong. He ached to rip it from her and bury his face between her legs.

"I mean," his lecherous gaze is snapped back to attention as Aly answered. "I was hoping he would see me as more than that little girl from back home. Maybe he'd be interested when he saw me in his room with only my underwear on."

Licking his lips, he tried to play the long-game causally. "So you're desperate and delusional?" He perched on the edge of the mattress and tried to keep his breathing even as he placed his hand reassuringly on her naked thigh. "What makes you think that just being in his room would make your fairytale dreams come true?"

Oblivious to his encroachment, throwing her hands over her eyes in shame, Aly continued, "I mean, if he was interested I was going to let him sweep me off my feet and, well, see where that goes."

Her moving arms caused a cascading dance as her chest wobbled under his gaze. He casually squeezed her thigh in what he hoped felt reassuring but was truly a hungry chance to fondle her flesh. "This dude must be some prince charming for you to be so naïve with how this works. You think he's going to fall for you because he sees you in tiny threads? Nah, there are better looking bitches wearing way less and doing way more on the other side of the screen. You wanna win him over, you're going to have to earn it."

Tears sprang to Aly's eyes. "I'm so sorry to be in your way. I'm such an idiot. I'll just grab my clothes and get out of here."

His grip on her leg tightened. "Now what kind of neighbor would I be to send a gal crying back to her room? You really want to live two doors down from a prick like that?"

"I'm already so embarassed, I'll just-". Aly tried to sit up, but his grip on her stopped any other progress toward the door.

His meaty hand pushed her back to rest on the mattress. Fear filled her eyes as she snapped back to her present position and nakedness.

He took a deep breath, trying to play back into a casual and helpful neighbor. His hand moved from clasping her shoulder to reassuringly rubbing her arm. "And give up on prince charming? Nah, if it's gonna happen, it'll happen in freshman year. Just because I said waiting naked wouldn't work, doesn't mean there aren't other ways to win him over."

Aly looked up at the man beside her and really saw him for the first time. Attached to the heavy hand was a strong python of an arm leading to broad shoulders, a thick neck, a strong chin, and a glinting smile. His chocolately skin glimmered in the August humidity, and there was a flash of something unfamiliar but hungry in his deep brown eyes.

"Wh- wh- what do you mean?" she sniffled, naïvely feeling safe in the stranger's presence.

"If you want to win his heart, start by winning his cock. That pretty pose you had a was good start. Seeing that red dental floss stretched to cover your holes certainly had my prick standing at attention. What can you do from there?"

"You mean, like modelling?" her eyes widened, "Stripping?"

"I mean teasing and toying- if you want him to touch you, you need to do it first. Make him jealous and show him what he's missing."

"OMG, you mean like TOUCH MYSELF touch myself? Like," her voice dropped to a horrified whisper, "m- m- m- master-"

"Yes, masterbating. Fuck, you've got to be quicker than that if you're going to survive engineering."

Aly shuddered and brought her hands up to cover herself. Her mind was horrified, but her interest (and nipples) were piqued. She nearly jumped out of her skin as her palms brushed against the tube top and nicked the hard nubs beneath. "B, b- but my church said that ma-, um, touching yourself, was a sin."

His rod grew even harder. Not only was she desperate and naïve, but she was brainwashed and primed for corruption. He was nearly drooling as he tightened his grip on her thigh and coaxed her onwards.

"Do you want J? Then let me help you discover how to win him. First, you need to know yourself- to love yourself. Don't you want to at least try?"

Aly was torn. If this roommate was right, the only way she would get Johnny, or any guys, to notice her would be to have something better to offer. She squeaked out a whisper, "I don't know how to start."

Bingo. "Find what feels good, and follow your instincts. Don't worry about me, you're alone now with just yourself and your dirty, flirty thoughts of your crush. Where would you want J to touch you?"

He released her arm and leaned back with measured breaths to watch. With eyes closed, Aly's hands went to her face. Her manicured nails traced from temple to jaw, then one hand disappeared behind her neck. His eyes didn't know which hand to follow, turned on by the rough, kinky grasp of her right hand pulling her own hair or the left that was languidly tracing down her neck and along her collarbone.

Aly felt her breathing deepen as she imagined Jon's fingers laced in her hair, snapping her head back so he could consume and possess her mouth. As her hand dropped to the top of her breast, her mouth fell open to meet his imaginary kisses. Aly palmed at the top of her cleavage, feeling the heat of her flesh and the pounding of her racing heart.

Intent on not interrupting, her real audience of one slowly rose from the bed. Aly's eyes pop open, feeling the mattress shift. "You're fine," he admonishes, "I'm just giving you space. What do you want J to do next?"

Aly hesitated, but with her eyes again closed she focused on her would-be suitor. Hands travelled to her chest, and pawed over the tube top. Her thumbnails tickle against her exposed underboob and her breath hitches. The skin on skin contact of such delicate flesh sets an insatiable spark, and Aly lost herself to her surroundings. Remembering she hadn't put a bra on, she slid her fingers under the tight elastic and palms herself. The fabric keeps her hands tight, but the pressure on her nubs is delicious. Aly presses desperately and imagines a smug face as "he" makes her globes dance.

His imaginary eyes flash, and Aly's top is pushed up. Her breasts wobble as she squishes them together to entice his face closer. Her fantasy draws closer, intent to kiss her open and gasping mouth, then drops to motorboat her instead. Not withdrawing, his perfect mouth twitches into a smirk before his tongue darts out to lap at her breasts. His mouth circles closer and closer to her areolas, lapping and licking before latching onto her piqued and extended left nipple.

Eyes closed, Aly was oblivious to the effect her fantasy was having on her by-stander. The large stranger had perched on the adjacent bed and was rubbing his erection through his shorts. As he watched her paw and trace her breasts, then pinch and tug her nipples, he worried if he could keep his compsure.

Aly moaned as the pressure on her breasts increased, panting and purring as the imaginary mouth alternated between nipples. Her heart raced as he latched and suckled, her hands unrelenting in their pursuit to being her pleasure. In her mind's eye, she watched as devious green eyes glinted before his hands began to wander.

"This show must be on the road," he thought, watching as she released her vice grip on one nipple to trace a hand down her abdomen. He watched as her nails danced at the waistband, not sure if she was hesitating or her imaginary beau was teasing her.

"Please- please!" her breathy whispers confirmed the latter and he watched as her hand drew into the tiny red triangle of her thong.

Aly writhed under the attention, torn between the rough tugging alternating between breasts and the slow, tormenting progress into her panties. Pressing her feet flat to the mattress, she raised her hips as encouragement.

The tiny thong didn't leave much to the imagination, especially now that her hips were pumping and her hand was stretching the fabric. He watched the panties move, enraptured as she palmed her sex, tickled the junctions to her thighs, then traced along her crease. It took all of his restraint not to do it himself, hungrily tearing away the tiny scraps of wrapping left concealing her from his view.