The Kitchen Utensil

Dorm Room Surprise

As I turn the key to open the locked door of my dorm room, I find the woman I expect to see inside. She is lying on my bed, as I enter. She has red hair, but it's really more of a shade of orange.

"Gosh, Todd!" She exclaims with a grin.

The young woman is lying on her belly, and simultaneously looking over her shoulder at me and giving me an eyeful of her ample posterior.

"It seems like every manga in your collection features a big tittied girl getting her butt wacked by someone."

As she says the bit about big tits, my eyes naturally slide up her body to her own sizable rack. I'm not subtle, and she obviously notices.

Let me backup a bit. I had invited Genevieve, a friend that I've known since grade school, to dinner this evening. She arrived shortly after Noon. So I left her in my room while I was in class this afternoon. I'm not all that surprised that she perused my manga selection while she was killing time. But, her position, the topic, and her general demeanor all screamed, 'I'm waiting for you to do something similar to me.'

What she actually said was, "you and I have never dated, but have you been fantasizing about putting me over your knee for years?"

I stand in stunned silence. When I find myself able to speak, I say, "Jeez, Gen. I've been in advanced maths all afternoon. I wasn't expecting an ambush upon returning to my room."

She actually shakes her derrière, raising her skirt slightly, exposing her white panties and the curves where her buttocks meet her thighs. "But, you want to smack it, right?"

I drop my backpack in its spot by the door. "Fine. We've been friends for years. I've honestly never seen you in that light. I mean, right now I have an overwhelming urge to take you up on what you seem to be offering, but I'm truly surprised by this overtly sexual behavior. Have you had romantic feelings for me for a while? Did you think my invitation was for more than dinner?"

"Since we're being frank, I haven't had romantic feelings for you either, and I just thought I was coming for dinner and to catch up, but I started getting hot and bothered while reading these smutty books." She feigns fanning herself.

"Listen , just give me one swat. Then we'll go to dinner and if I come back to your room afterwards, we can go from there."

"Seriously?"

"Make it a good one," she says, lifting her skirt a little higher.

So, I do. My hand stings a bit, so I imagine her bottom does too. I'm happy to see a clear handprint.

I get ready to go out. She pulls out her cellphone and types manically. We head out for dinner.

While I'm driving Gen's car to a local pub that I've been looking forward to introducing her to, I hear her text alert, and see her respond to a message.

"Anybody I know?" I ask.

"Barb," she replies, naming a decade-long mutual friend.

"Is everything alright?"

"I'm just asking her if we're blind."

"Huh?"

"I just asked if everybody else sees us as that couple in a romcom that are simply blind to the obvious, that we should couple up?"

"And, how is she answering?" I ask, genuinely curious.

"She asked if you hit on me out of nowhere."

"I most certainly did not."

"You literally hit my ass."

"At your insistence. Are you sharing that I gave you a swat?"

"Would you care if I do?"