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So how should I start this? I have never really written in a diary before...

Let's start with the basics; hi. My name is Jessica and it's my Freshman year of college. I'm going through the motions - you know, the whole moving into my dorm room, getting to know campus and where my classes are. It might sound like not such a big deal, but from a small town girl from Kansas who's now living in New York City, well...it's a pretty big deal.

I got settled in about two months ago - a few days before my classes even started, to be precise. At first, I was a bit overwhelmed with the amount of people in the city (seriously, how do people navigate around here? How do people even get around by car?! There's so much darn traffic!) but thankfully my roommate Cindy has been a huge help. She even got me to spice up my Instagram profile and everything!


"Okay, so it was a tad revealing...but it got me over 100 likes. For whatever that's worth."​

I didn't come to New York city alone, mind you - my boyfriend got admitted to NYC about a two years before me and we've been in a long distance relationship since. Well, that is until I got here and then it become more of a, you know, normal relationship (whatever that means). Everything was going great so far - I was doing well in my classes so far and I was well on my way to getting some well deserved As for my classes.

The only issue came to a certain classmate of mine and, as bad luck sought out, the room-mate of Jack (my boyfriend). His name was George; a college freshman fresh out of high school, just like me. However, unlike me, this guy was awful; dumb (or at least, so lazy that he couldn't be bothered with completing assignments. Which is just as bad), rude and not to mention lewd. He was always hitting on me.

I guess in a strange, twisted way, I couldn't blame him. I mean I know that I have a rocking body. I'm tall-ish (I stand at about 5'9") and am pretty fit. I have that hour-glass body that guys go crazy for, you know, with wide hips, big boobs (38DD) and legs that just wouldn't quit. What guys usually notice about me is my ass though. Yes, I happen to have a big, round derriere. Baby's got back, all right?

Unfortunately to me, it seemed that George was also an ass man and would always sneak up behind me before striking conversation. I knew what he was doing - I sure wasn't born yesterday.

Don't get me wrong, I didn't just take it. I would outright tell George to stop sneaking behind me, or talking about me to Jack (it was his way of annoying him, or trying to get him jealous I guess). My cold shoulder and being mean technique didn't seem to phase him. Oh well...

...

Today was just like any other day. I was at school and finished English class with some time to spare before I'd head to my dorm. One thing that I probably should have mentioned earlier is that I'm part of the reader's club and I was putting up fliers for recruitment purposes (yes, can you believe that we're only five members? Jeez). Between the hustle and bustle of incoming waves of students, there I stood, pinning up a few posters here and there.

And of course, George saw me.

I didn't notice him, until I heard him say something lewd. "Damn, I love how it jiggles..." he said, before I turned around and saw him with phone in hand.

"What the hell was that, George?"

"Oh nothing." he said with a stupid grin. He took a photo of me from behind, though he didn't show it to me just yet.

http://i.imgur.com/LPbiqjV.jpg
"That was the picture he took, by the way."​

"By the way, I love your outfit today. Did you do something with your hair?"

Yep, I did actually. I usually have my hair down, but this morning I tried something different and braided it. Of course, I wasn't about to talk about that to him, nor was I about to talk about why I wore a red top and jeans today. Why the hell would I? Did he really think that I'd fall for this crap?

"Cut to the chase." I answered coldly, crossing my arms "I don't have all day."
 
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"I love it when you do that too" he soda with a grin, watching those swee tits practically billow up outbid her top when she crossed her arms underneath this Edam sweet tits, fuck this gal had it all!!

"I just thought I'd want
Around campus,
Checking out the sites. Then I saw a site I wanted to see more of" he said with a grin, finals putting his phone in his pocket

"What's this about?" He asked as he reached around her back, grabbed the braid, then gave it a good tug.

"You out trolling" he asked with a grin, loving that pissed look in her eyes
 
You have no idea how much I hated this man. The way he presented himself, as if he was the most important man on campus, the way that despite knowing my boyfriend (hell, even being roommates with him) and yet being a disgusting pig with me...

"What's this about?" he said, grabbing my long braided hair and giving it a playful tug. I quickly pushed him as hard as I could. All he could do was grin like an idiot. His eyes were now practically glued to the slight cleavage my buttoned up top gave out - I crossed my arms again, though aimed to cover my chest now.

"You out trolling"

"I don't know what you mean by trolling, I just want to put up these flyers for people who want to join the reading club." I said, more pissed off than ever. "Now, kindly fuck off. I don't want be seen with you."
 
"Language language young lady" he said with a smile as he let her push him back, his 6'1 muscular frame something she wouldn't be able to deny if he wanted, but for now it was more exciting to watch her get pissed off. She jiggled so deliciously in that top of hers

"Your grou? Really. Dude I think your gonna have to join mine. That shot was supposed to be formed awhile bakc" he said as he stepped close again

"And trolling is when you go looking for trouble" and at that he gave her ass a playful smack

"Now why don't you join my group. I might be able to talk then into adding late in the game."
 
"Your group? Really. Dude I think your gonna have to join mine. That shot was supposed to be formed awhile back" George said as he stepped close to me.

Wait, that reading group was supposed to made already? I really can't recall the professor going over that...

Obviously I didn't take George's word for it and quickly went over my phone. "What are you talking about?" I said bitterly, showing him the deadline of the project. "The project is due in...oh."

Yeah, I obviously didn't read the fine print of that assignment. While it said the due date was this month, the deadline for making a group was three weeks ago.

I was screwed.

"And trolling is when you go looking for trouble" he said with a grin, trying to give my ass a playful smack but I wasn't having any of that - I moved out of the way fast enough. "Now why don't you join my group. I might be able to talk then into adding late in the game."

I weighed my options carefully. I was caught between a rock and a hard place and as much as I hated George...this might be my shot of getting that A I wanted for this damn course. I sighed before replying "Is there still space in your team?"
 
"Absolutely. Believe me my group would definitely make room for you" he said giving her a wink as he let his eyes open slide up and down er delightful frame. Her boyfriend, his roommate, was definitely not up for handling that sweet ass!

"Look why don't we go to grab a bite and I can bring you up to speed" he said, and unwilling to take no for an answer, he started walking and talking, he knew she would come r Ning to catch up. She held school way sacred to risk fucking up a big assignment and she needed him. And he was gonna use that.

Not 15 minutes later as the sun light began to fade they were in one of the best little divey bars near campus. Shady enough that there wasn't a lot of kids. And shady enough that he could do some serious work.

They didn't really have a menu. Just random bar crap. But he took her back to a dark booth. One he happened to know had a busted bench. So she would have to sit next to him

"I hoe you don't mind. But I drink my dinner" he said. He took the seat at the good bench, and waited for her to discover the busted one.
 
"Absolutely. Believe me my group would definitely make room for you" he said with a wink. Even now, he couldn't help but let his eyes gaze over every inch of my body. It made me feel sick! I had to work with this pervert? I suppose that I comforted myself, thinking that this was just a safety precaution and that tomorrow, I might ask my professor for an extension or something...

"Look why don't we go to grab a bite and I can bring you up to speed" he added while I was there, thinking. "W-Wait hold up..." I said as he began walking away. Yep, I had to hurry and catch up to him because (at least for now) I needed him.

...

So, I texted Jack about me going to this bar with George and the reason why. The last thing I needed was for George to tell him that we were at a bar together. Anyway, the place itself was a bit...run-down, I guess. It had a bit of a charm to it, in a way. A sort of...vintage look, I guess.

We headed to a booth all the way at the end of the bar and George sat himself first. So much for chivalry.

"I hoe you don't mind. But I drink my dinner" he said with a grin. I was about to head for the bench facing him but...of course, as luck would have it, that bench was all crooked and wobbly. A sigh escaped my lips as I said "Could you scoot over? This bench is busted up."
 
"What" he said with a grin. Scoot over" then he shifted in the seat. "Just have a seat right here" he said patting at his lap. Of course the uptight delight, oh he liked the sound of that. He was gonna have to use that. Well she gave him a look

"Fine" he said as he scooted over, " but you gotta be nice and let me order" he told her as heade room. And thankfully they were still snug.

The waitress,if you can call her that , showed up. He ordered a round of tequila and some Irish car bombs. Not he best mix, but it would help loosen her up.

Then before she could objet. He started right into the project. Using hand gestures as he spoke in a classy attempt to see just how soft those big titties were
 
As he patted his lap, I gave him the sort of look that said "Don't you dare.". Of course, he got the message and smiled as he said:

"Fine but you gotta be nice and let me order" scooting over, as to make space for me. I chuckled a bit before I sat down - the space being awfully snug (I mean I could feel his thighs against mine).

"Fine, fine." I said with a slight smile as the waitress showed up. He ordered some alcohol, and I didn't get anything. Wait...was he planning on me drinking?

To my surprise, George actually went over the project. I know, it's crazy right? Though he was a little...expressive while doing that - his hand gestures occasionally lightly grazing the sides of my tits. But of course, I let that slide; the place was snug already and it wasn't as if he straight up felt me up.

Besides, it was kind of nice to let me into the project this late through the semester.
 
Every subtle caress made him wonder. The bra had to be padded some but it still felt great. And he also managed to get a look of those swollen orbs

The their drinks showed up

"Alright. We gotta wash these shots down with these" he told her as the waitress set them up. Then they were told fries we're coming.

"Then I'll explain what I am doing. And you can help me" he said. And shockingly. She did her drinking without complaint. She must have been thirsty

"Alright!"

Then he explained how he was doing the work on perspective. Taking pics with different perspectives and the effect that had. Of course his photos were all different perspectives on woman. But it still worked

"I got this one today" and he showed her the shot of her ass

"You any good with photography?"
 
"Alright. We gotta wash these shots down with these. Then I'll explain what I am doing. And you can help me"

...

Honestly, I never really drank apart from maybe one or two beers, per year. That being said, I decided to give it a shot - I mean, he was paying. I have to say though that already after two or three drinks I began feeling a bit woozy. Not that I was blackout drunk or anything, but I definitely knew that I was feeling the effects.

"Alright!"

After one, two (or was it three?) shots, he began to tell me what our project was about. It was about perspectives and that he was taking photos for the project.

"I got this one today" he added, before showing me this picture.

http://i.imgur.com/LPbiqjV.jpg

Yep, that was definitely a shot of my ass from earlier.

"You perv!" I said before slapping his arm. Although, as he might have noticed, it was a playful slap instead of my usual pissed-off slap. "Seriously, you took a picture of my ass? Why?!"

...

"You any good with photography?" he asked afterwards. Honestly, he must have known that I took a few amateur modeling shots, but I was going to tease him a bit. "What? The shot you took of my big butt wasn't enough?!"
 
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He smiled at her little slap, it had allowed him to turn towards her. Now they faced each other and he put a hand on her thigh

"What. Call me a perch all you want. But that's just a nice ass. Just like a model for a pair of jeans" he said with a grin

"Seriously. I need to know if your gonna help me with this or not. Let me see some of those other pics you have. I've seen the one with the yellow top. But if your gonna help. I need to know how to use you" he told her as his eye dipped down to her red neckline.

"I know o can use you as subject matter. But if you threw in your perspective of you too. We could do some crazy shit" he said with a grin
 
"What. Call me a perv all you want. But that's just a nice ass. Just like a model for a pair of jeans" he said with a grin. I chuckled and slapped his shoulder again before saying "Okay, but I'm still going to call you a perv though."

"Seriously. I need to know if your gonna help me with this or not. Let me see some of those other pics you have. I've seen the one with the yellow top. But if your gonna help. I need to know how to use you" he teased me, his eyes going down to the slight cleavage that came from my top. "Hey, eyes up here perv." I said with a slight smile.

"Fine, fine." I said, giving up. " I tried taking some amateur photos a few weeks ago. You know the one with the yellow top? I took shots of me in that and this one. What do you think?"
 
"Looks nice" he said as he almost choked at the sight of her tits. They were very very full

"I don't know about those pans though " he said with a smile.

"That's not bad. I think I could do better. Maybe I'll take some more of you" he said with a wink as he nudged into her

"Call me perv all you want" he told her, "I prefer to think of my self as an avid fan of the female form" he told her

"Hey can you hop up. I gotta hit the men's roo
" he told her. On his way there he ordered another round. He hoped she would use the ladies room too. He was gonna get her to sit on his lap this time. Or else he was gonna just stand there taking pictures. He could tell she was kinda buzzed and he couldn't wait to see how much he could get away with today. And now she was in his group, he had some room to work with
 
"That's not bad. I think I could do better. Maybe I'll take some more of you" he said with a wink as he nudged me. Yeah, George was a cocky bastard as usual! Anyway, I nearly rolled my eyes at that but he did get a laugh out of me. I sipped the rest of my drink while he watched me do so. Wait, was he already done with his?

"Call me perv all you want" he then continued nonchalantly, snapping me out of my thoughts "I prefer to think of my self as an avid fan of the female form"

"That's an awfully fancier term for pervert." I said with a nudge of my own, before he excused himself and went to the men's room. I was sitting there for a while and noticed that Jack texted me a few times, asking if George was being a douche bag.

"No no, he's actually been pretty nice!" I answered back, right before the waitress came along with more drinks.

Well, I guess that I'd get started without George!
 
George headed to the restroom, smilie to himself. On his way back he saw her working on the drinks

"Alright! Good girl" he said with a grin as he put his hand on her shoulder. She hopped yo to let him in, but this time as he slid in he knocked a drink over, dousing half of the seat

"Oh shit!" He said as he tosse some napkins on it

"They'll never get to that" he told her. The he patted his lap

"Here just take a seat so I can show you this next part" and then he used his phone to pull up s small doc about the project. She would need to be very close.

"Come on take a seat. I promise not to be too bad" he said the. Turned back to the phone

"You see.." And he began to lure her closet with details.
 
"Oh my god George! You klutz!"

He knocked over a drink and laughed about it, watching as it spilled over my side of the bench. I was a bit angry about it, but laughed about it with him. Oh well, there's no point crying over spilled milk. Especially since he paid for it!

But hey, where was I supposed to sit now?

"They'll never get to that" he told me, patting his lap before continuing: "Here just take a seat so I can show you this next part"

He practically waved the phone to me, quickly showcasing me a document about the project. I sighed, knowing that unless I did what he asked me to do, that I wouldn't get to be part of the project. "Fine." I said, moving closer to him "But you can't tell Jack about this, okay?"

I scooted over and planted my ass right on his lap. My back was against him and I could feel some of his breath reach the side of my neck. No doubt he was trying to get a look down my shirt, even if there wasn't that much cleavage to be found.

"You see.." he said, before going over the project with me...
 
Oh she felt good. She felt sooooooooo good

He had to work very hard to not let it show. He knew that if he took this the 'George' way it would go badly

He had nodded when she asked him not to tell. Of course he wouldn't. He had her big, round, juicy ass in his lap. There were now just a few layers of clothes separating her cunt from his cock

He leaned closer, heart broken her top was so modest. He wrapped up throaty about the document and took it in another direction.

"Do you have any other photos from other perspectives? Anything that might help us figure out how you can contribute to that last part. Because if we are gonna let you hop in on our project we will need you to contribute significantly. " he said as he shifted beneath her. He put his hands on her waist for a second as he did so, and couldn't help but imagine the possibilities

"Because I could help you with that tomorrow you know. But you'd have to cut all this stuffy crap out" he said as he grabbed her shirt at her shoulder, plucking it and chuckling.

"We are gonna have to push some comfort zones for sure. But then again that may be a great prospective for you. We do the photos, you talk about the struggle?!" He suggested excitedly. God he would love to push her comfort zones
 
"Because I could help you with that tomorrow you know. But you'd have to cut all this stuffy crap out" he said, talking about the project before he grabbed my shirt and plucked at it, chuckling at it. I huffed and replied "What do you mean? I love my shirt!"

He shift a bit underneath me, his hands on my hip. I'd say that he did that to hold me in place and make sure that I wouldn't fall but who am I kidding; he did that just to feel my hips for once.

"We are gonna have to push some comfort zones for sure. But then again that may be a great prospective for you. We do the photos, you talk about the struggle?!"

I giggled for a bit, taking another shot before saying "I'll think about it George. But if it'll help our project" and my hands unbutton all three buttons of my top. There was cleavage now, even if it wasn't that much, George would be able to see the valley of my boobs. "I'll do that. What do you think?"

 
He smiled, wiggling ever so slightly beneath her to get that feel of her terrific ass on his lap a little firmer in his mind

He was already leaning over her shoulder, and he felt his groin throb as he watched her undo the buttons. A great swell of cleavage becoming visible as he looked down her top

"Oh much much better" he said with a grin. "And how does showing that bit of skin make you feel" and as he asked he tilted his phone up, taking a picture of her exposed cleavage.

"And then how does seeing this make you feel" he asked as he showed her the picture. As he did he leaned to the side slightly, his opposite hand coming to rest on her waist as he leaned

He wanted to see the look on her face.
 
"Oh much much better and how does showing that bit of skin make you feel"

For a second there, I didn't know what to say. I gave it some thought though, and realized that...it felt pretty good! But you know, I wasn't about to tell George that. "I guess it's not so bad." I answered with a laugh, before I continued with "I mean, if it'll help with the project I guess."

"And then how does seeing this make you feel"

Then he showed me the picture and although it was my cleavage, it felt so...exciting. Being on his lap, his breath coming closer to my ear and having him show me a picture that he took of my own body.

"Wow. I mean. Uh..." I said, subconsciously wiggling my ass on his lap "It's...not that big of a deal."
 
He smiled. He had always known it. But it was ice to hear her say it. She liked it.

His smile widened as he felt her ass begin to wiggle o his lap

"Good good. I think you'll be perfect subject for the project. Asong as they're ok with it. We are supposed to get together in a couple days. This way I can do some work with you and let them see it to decide if they like you" he told her.

Then he leaned back admiring the way her ass filled his lap. He took a picture and chuckled. He set the phone one the table. Her pants had that small gap and he could see her panties. Granny panties

"Really" he said as he reached in and gave her panties a tug.

"I'll bet your bra matches"
 
I took another shot and realize that maybe I had one too many; I seriously underestimated the effects that alcohol had on me - I mean, a couple hours ago I hated George with all of my being and now I was sitting on his lap and letting him take pictures of me? And somehow I liked it?

"Really" he said, pulling on my panties as I gasped loudly.

"George!" I protested and yet laughed at the same time.

"I'll bet your bra matches"

Now before you judge me for this, let me say that the shots really messed with my head. I got all excited when I teased George and I figured that what I was doing wasn't bad...

"Want to check?" I said with a grin.
 
He smiled, seeing how excited she was. He leaned close to her ear as he lifted his other hand to the other side of her waist.

"Absolutely" he said in a hungry voice

He had her sweet ass in his lap, now it seemed she wiggled whenever she could and her waist in his hands.

He looked down from over her shoulder as he used his hands to slowly pull the shirt down

His cock began to stiffen as the unbuttoned neckline drew lower and lower, swelling tots seeming to grow out of her shirt

And then finally a white line of plain fabric becam exposed cupping her delicious tits

"I knew it" he said with a grin, but not letting go.

"Can you take this picture? I don't want to let your shirt slip" he said in a winning voice
 
I can't believe that I let him do this!

I wiggled my ass against his lap, giggling like a school girl while he grabbed my boobs and pulled my top down. He continued until slowly, the outline of my white bra came out. This seemed so awfully...dirty and awful of me. But in a strange way, that sense of knowing that it was wrong to be so flirty with another guy felt great.

"I knew it" he said with a grin "Can you take this picture? I don't want to let your shirt slip"

He handed me over his phone and I replied with a simple "Sure."

And so, I aimed the phone at my own cleavage and aimed at my 38DD boobies. I snapped the picture and then...

Well, my bra got pulled down.
 
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