Olivia's Strange Week

A Delightful Visit

After putting on fresh clothes, I look at myself in the bathroom mirror. The white jeans feel a little tight on my hips, but they make my butt look fantastic, something I'd salivate to if I found it on another woman. From the waist up, I wear a dark red mini-dress that glistens under the light of my bathroom. It's kind of loose, better fit for going to sleep than a movie night, but with this heat, this is the thing I'm most comfortable wearing, and this is my apartment, goddamnit! I have the right to be comfortable. My French bob haircut is all neat and tidy, perfect for tonight.

I step into the main room and turn the air conditioner on, letting my place start cooling down so it's comfortable by the time Mrs. Adelle walks in. I check the time. It's only 9:50.

With a chuckle, I set to wait for my teacher. Who would've thought I'd tidy my apartment on time? Not me, that's for sure. Sitting on the sofa, I wiggle my butt in expectation. I could turn on the TV to pass the time, but I want to be ready when Mrs. Adelle walks in.

What will she be wearing? I wonder. A beautiful dress, one that emphasizes her every feature, her every delicious curve? Or perhaps formal office clothes, like a button up shirt and short skirt, both doing a bad job of hiding her immense breasts and butt. Or maybe...

I slap myself in reprimand.

"Get real," Olivia, I tell myself. "She's just coming to visit a student and friend. She doesn't want to fuck you."

So easy to say, but in reality Dress Adelle and Businesswoman Adelle both join Chef Adelle in that little part of my brain where I keep my fantasies. Just thinking about the latter spreads a tickling sensation in my inner thigh.

God, I need to masturbate again.

I look at the clock. 9:55.

There's time, I just have to hurry.

I push myself up from the sofa. Before I can reach the bathroom, someone knocks on my door.

"Sweetheart?" a voice calls out, muffled. "Are you home?"

"Damn it," I mutter under my breath. Then I call out, "just a second!" The urges I feel make my movements dumb as I search for the keys. God, why couldn't this woman arrive just five minutes earlier?

"There you are," I tell the keys as I take them from the coffee table. Once I reach the door, it dawns on me how awkward this movie night will be. Fear invades me, fear of saying something stupid, of staring too long, of my teacher finding out how I feel about her and reacting with disgust.

Just calm down, Olivia. You got this, just focus on whatever movie you watch and it'll be like Mrs. Adelle isn't even there.

When I open the door, I realize how hard that will be.

Mrs. Adelle's gorgeous breasts greet me, trapped behind a black sports bra that only helps to make them stand out more. "Aaaah," she moans with almost sexual pleasure as the cool gust from the air conditioner hits her skin. I swallow a mouthful of saliva before letting her in. She stretches her arms over her head, making her enormous frame look even taller. My teacher gives me a good look at her butt as I close the door. So round, so big, so tightly bound in her yoga pants. I want to feel it, kiss it, rub my whole face against it. "The cold is amazing, isn't it?" she asks.

"Yeah, sure is," I laugh awkwardly. My body feels anything but cold.

"I can't thank you enough for having the AC on," Mrs. Adelle drops a heavy bag, as big as her torso, on the coffee table, then she slams her perfect ass on the couch, her breasts jiggling with the force of the impact. She sits there with legs spread open, hair tied into a ponytail, chest rising and falling with every breath. "Just got out of the gym, I figured it would be less hot at night. Gosh, I was wrong."