A Baker's Dozen

[Twilley]

(Key words and summary to come)

Author's Note: Forgive me if it's a bit slow...this is my first time writing one of these things. Let me know what you guys think! (Also, this kind of starts off like a feeder story, but that is not where I'm going with it...)

Baker’s Dozen
by Twilley

The cafeteria was abuzz with students that afternoon, most of them looking for relief from the cold winter day courtesy of a “good, hot meal”, or at least what the caff’ usually tried to pass off as one.

Rusty, a freshman, had just managed to make it into the cafeteria before the “afternoon horde” had arrived. Nothing in particular had looked appetizing to Rusty, however. He had always been such a picky eater, a fact that would have escaped most onlookers due in large part to Rusty’s somewhat portly, 6’ frame.

Rusty scanned today’s offerings, but among the usual fare of burgers and pizza and pasta, he could find nothing that seemed to meet the specific craving he had. Settling for a basket of shoestring-fries, Rusty headed over to the dessert area, hoping that perhaps a chocolate chip cookie had survived the now-in-full-swing feeding frenzy.

“Oh, lucky me…” he muttered to himself as he used a pair of yellow handled tongs to carefully retrieve the last cookie from the bin. The cookie was halfway to his basket when Rusty heard a discontent sigh from behind him.

He turned to see a young woman staring, with a somewhat concerned look in her mint-green eyes. She was roughly 5’11”, maybe shorter, with shoulder-length red hair.

“I’m sorry, d-did you want this?”, stuttered Rusty, with his hand holding the tongs over his plate.

The girl nodded. “I just had a lousy time in my Russian class, and I was really looking forward to that cookie…”.

Rusty, realizing that the probability of the cafeteria staff re-stocking the chocolate chip cookies at anytime soon was little to none, motioned his hand towards the girl’s plate. Suddenly, a passing student knocked into Rusty’s shoulder, sending the cookie flying.

Rusty, embarrassed, apologized to the girl.

“If you can wait until dinnertime tonight, I can make this up to you”, he said with a half smile.

“How do you mean?” the girl asked with a somewhat teasing but still inquisitive tone.

“Just meet me out by the doors at 7 tonight…and save your appetite”, Rusty laughed.

The girl gave a sarcastic grin. “That shouldn’t be a problem”, she quipped.

They both chuckled, Rusty completely oblivious as to the possible implications of what he had just said. But as the girl walked away, Rusty noticed something he hadn’t before: This girl was fine. Like BOD Magazine fine. Her skin was rich, caramel color. She had on a tight fitting baby-doll tee and aviator jacket, both of which seemed barely able to contain her thick arms and plump torso. And what a torso!

Sure, the girl had nice breasts (C’s, maybe D’s by Rusty’s reckoning), but what held Rusty’s attention most were her shapely belly and thighs. Her belly, impossibly contained within the shirt, managed to hang over her waist, almost completely to her inseam in the front. This fleshy trend continued into her hips and legs (each of which Rusty figured to be roughly the size of his waist).

After recovering from his momentary lapse of consciousness (and taking a moment to wipe the drool from his mouth), Rusty threw his food into a to-go box, and made a beeline back to his off-campus apartment. He had much work to do before their second meeting tonight.

[Tad]

Nice start!

[The Id]

Good solid description here will help anchor you for later. Keep on writing!