It was so easy to blow bubbles with the added contents of her protein shake. The glossy supplements added to it stuck to her tongue, and was hard to swallow. Each salty gulp tasted rather fresh, and it was fun to play with the left overs. She blew another bubble as if it were a sticky layer of gum, and then sucked it back in, not wanting to waste even a single drop.
"Mind if I have a taste?" Helena watched Sophia drinking through a straw with a bashful grin.
It was raining outside, and the wind was severe enough to cause the large glass windows belonging to the cafeteria to groan. The weather was just bad enough to discourage travel across campus, and thus Sophia found herself stuck in the cafeteria with Helena. On the plus side, the test she had been studying for all week was cancelled. On the minus…she was stuck in the cafeteria for over an hour.
The exotic top of her uniform swayed with each motion, and Sophia settled her breasts on the tables surface. "Sure," she barely got the word out before Helena leaned forward to kiss her on the lips. Their tongues intertwined, swirling in rhythmic motions, and tasting each others saliva. The smoothie's left overs spread over Helena's tongue, and when she drew back, she swallowed it with a mild expression.
"Not bad," Helena sighed and leaned back in her chair.
Sophia took another long draw from her straw, then sat the smoothie down and looked outside. The rain was a tempest, and the trees outside were bent against the wind. Leaves were shed, and several branches snapped as the storm continued. Intermingling lightning decorated the skies, highlighting the depth of darkening clouds above. Despite the thunder, most of the sounds were suppressed by the cafeteria's thick walls. Sophia didn't feel the least bit afraid of the storms wrath, even when she saw a chair fly by the window.
"I think your boobs have gotten bigger," Helena reached out to feel Sophia's left breast. Her fingers sank into the mound of flesh, while her palm cupped the curvature gently.
"You think?" Sophia had noticed. It was hard not too. Just the other day, when she home and trying on new brassiere's, none of them could fit. Even her stylish corsets clung a little too tightly around her stomach, and her stockings were at least one size too small around her muscular legs. Sophia desperately wanted to earn some cash to build a new wardrobe. The first thing on her mind, was to acquire some new girdle's, and mesh weaved shapewear. She saw a few new styles trending around Nova Nash, outside campus, and Sophia missed experimenting.
Helena rested her chin in her hand, her eyes darted back and forth between Sophia and the shocks of lightning outside. "Yeah, even Chloe says so. Although, she's quickly catching up."
Just mentioning Chloe sent a shiver down her spine. Her bff wasn't responding to her texts, and she hoped Chloe had taken shelter from the storm. Chloe had been growing lately, likely from the very same supplements, but she still had some catching up if she was going to rival Sophia's curves. Sophia got the impression that Chloe had no interest in her studies, only in finding a man that could knock her up. Sophia wasn't impressed by her tastes in men either.
Already, Chloe had been talking about quitting college, and working on the Pryde farm again. Sophia didn't mind admitting that she was also growing tired of all the sex parties, drunken charades, and ruthless attitudes. Sexual tension was everywhere, to the point where it wasn't even fun anymore.
College was nothing as it was described. Whatever it had been, a center of learning or institution for the intellectual class, it was now a drunken brawl of sexual energy. The reason the drop out rate was so high had less to do with its academic standards, and more to do with the shameless attention to degeneracy. Seniors used the younger students as little more than play things, or toys, while the teachers sat back and watched. In some cases, the professors indulged themselves as well, often using their students to sate carnal cravings.
What shocked her the most, was that there were skitters underneath the campus. Sophia followed the shadow down the hall, curiosity yanking her chain. Deep down she knew what it was, and yet she felt no fear. After searching in the dark for over an hour, Sophia failed to find the shadow again, although she could feel something watching her wherever she walked. She brought the glass beaker back to her dorm, and studied it intently.
She hadn't dared to tell anyone about the present left for her. It was an old beaker, sealed by a firm plastic film, and cloudy on the inside. The measuring tags were written in old numerals, and a pleasant spicy fragrance emanated from whatever was inside.
Skitters were supposed to be the greatest threat for mankind, yet Sophia felt no hostility from the ghastly shadow. Instead she felt loneliness bleeding from the darkness in the hall. She made a note to explore them in depth later, perhaps once the storm had passed.
The ground shook as a streak of lightning hit close by. It broke her focus, and Sophia shook her head to clear her thoughts. Now was not the time to day dream about exploring the skitter infested campus grounds. Just the idea of skitters hiding underground should've been terrifying. Had anyone else seen what she saw, they would've alerted campus security, and maybe even the city guard.
Her thoughts returned to Chloe, who's breasts had swollen over the past several days. Memories returned of when the two of them carried canisters of Pryde Dairy milk across the city, blissfully ignorant of the terrible decisions they were about to make in the future.
"I'm worried she may be knocked up," Sophia tingled at the prospect. Of course she wasn't for sure, but the concern was valid.
"That makes two of us…or three," Helena leaned back in he chair. She eyed Sophia's waistline, and then rubbed her own tummy.
Sophia swallowed, not entertained by her girlfriends jest, but deciding to play along anyway. "Explains the two extra pounds I gained last week. I worked that treadmill like a boss, and I still gained weight somehow."
"You wear it well," Helena leaned forward onto the table again. "Speaking of treadmills, what do you say about another two mile jog tonight. We can then enjoy some time at the spa, where I know Valorie likes to relax."
"Valorie did say she would remove some of these tats, now that her little art project is over. I'll keep most of them, but the stomach tattoo's got to go. And I hate the underboob chandelier, it's so gaudy." Sophia looked down at the tapestry of glowing runes over her stomach, looking forward to being relieved of them once and for all.
"I think she should touch up the thigh tattoo, and give me a matching one." A thunderbolt clashed from outside as Helena was lost in her thoughts.
"You would do that for me?" Sophia grinned. "Thanks darling."
Helena was so consumed by whatever was running through her mind that she didn't respond right away, but hearing Sophia call her darling lit up a spark in her eyes. "My pleasure, sweet cheeks."
Sophia laughed at that, and the pair continued to swap playful jests until a server finally arrived to take their orders. They both asked for the same thing to share, a veggie pizza with a side cob salad and curly fries.