A lot of perjoritves had been levied at Katheen lay over the years. Slut, homewrecker, whore, hussy, retard, idiot, dumb blonde, and so forth.

However, heartless was never one of them.

So when the busty, leggy, and air headed student noticed a crying girl in the middle of the campus path, she changed directions from the dorms to her side to see if she could help. Having come straight from class, she was still in her uniform. Only on her it fit more like some-kind of pron star version of a school uniform, with it tight blouse that demanded she undid the top two buttons and reveal some noticeable cleveage in order to breathe, and the skirt that only just covered the well-toned curve of her rear. The teased 'big-hair' look she had decied to go with today as a lark didnt help her image at all.

"Um, hey there, sugar" she said once she was within earshot of the crying red-head. She palced a reassuring hand on the girls shoulder. "Are you okay? Do you need, like, some help or something?"

Sabine was standing there with her back towards the new arrival because that is the direction in which Kathleen approached her. Sabine’s left hand was wrapped around the handle of the suitcase with rollers so that she could just drag it around behind her. Heaven forbid she break an expensively manicured nail due to carrying something of weight. Her backpack straps were wrapped around her right shoulder, the velvety-looking fabric of the pack nestled closely to the back of her white, button down shirt. Her head was lowered and her forehead was resting in her right palm. The white ear buds from her MP3 player were still in her ears, pumping some random tune, but even that wasn’t enough to distract her from her self pity. Poor her, she is lost in the new school and nobody will help her. Where is her assistant? Where is the welcoming party? Didn’t they know she was here now? These were all thoughts that recycled through her brain and only fueled her sorrow with the undercurrent of rage.

Even though Kathleen was right behind her, Sabine was too distracted by her own personal tragedies and of course the music blasting in her ears wouldn’t help her hear Kathleen’s approaching footfalls. No doubt that in those heels, some clacking would have been made upon the hard tile flooring. The greeting that was bestowed upon her from Kathleen’s lips would go unheard, but when that hand reached out and touched her shoulder, Sabine jumped. Her hand quickly darted away from her face, she spun around on her baby doll heels, and her right hand was now resting upon her heaving chest, right where her heart felt like it was pounding through her ribcage. The second sentence would also go unheard, slightly due to the music, and mostly now because she had been too startled to process anything coherently. Once she saw it was a student that had touched her, Sabine gathered her composure and quickly sniffled back a few tears and promptly swiped the back of her tiny, delicate hand over her eyes to do away with those pesky tears.

Kathleen dwarfed Sabine in more ways than one. The little red head had to tilt her head upwards to look the leggy blonde in the eyes, and of course, Sabine couldn’t help but noticed just how much Kathleen was “gifted” in a certain area. “La vache sainte, faire vous regarde ceux-là...” Sabine muttered under her breath. Quite frankly, Sabine was rather proud of her own boobs, but she looked like a cutting board compared to Kathleen. She really did attempt not to stare at that particular location for too long, and she realized her music was still blaring in her ears. She removed the buds and blinked a few times before that perhaps shockingly husky and raspy voice emerged from Sabine’s mouth, “Oh...I’m sorry, I didn’t catch anything you said.” Sabine’s misty blue eyes now looking directly into Kathleen’s.

Realizing her opportunity, Sabine was quick to speak again before Kathleen would simply run off like all the others did previously. “Hey, you’re a student here, I just got off the plane and literally just walked in the door. Malédictions! I can’t seem to find my way around...” In her excited state, the French accent of the petite red head was clearly audible, and even some of her more native tongue was forcing its way through her English. It was rather obvious that Sabine had just walked on campus. She still had her luggage, she wasn’t wearing a school uniform, instead she was adorned in the white button down shirt, dark blue mini skirt, and white thigh highs. All perfectly acceptable for a first timer, at least according to the brochure. “I am supposed to go to the new student orientation office, but I will be fils d'un pistolet if I can find it on my map.” She flails her left hand about, delicate digits wrapped firmly around the map in question as she tries to emphasize her point. “I’ve got to get there so I can be measured for my uniform, get my course schedule, get my campus tour, and well...would be nice to get a dorm room so I can unpack my merde and get myself all cleaned up. I must smell awful after that long plane ride.”

The French language would spill over those light pink colored lips, certainly coated with a generous supply of gloss, like water running over the edge of the tub when it got too full. No effort, seamless, and perfectly easy. This was despite the fact she was talking a mile a minute in her current excited state. “Anyway, I am Sabine Leone...from Manhattan, New York.” She would have extended a hand, but hers were all full at the moment. “If you can get me going in the right direction, that would be a BIG help.” A soft, and hopeful, smile curled upon Sabine’s lips as she glanced all puppy-eyed into Kathleen’s eyes.

Kathleen's warm welcoming smile slowly faded into a slight vacuous, blank, deer-in-the-headlights look as Sabine strated, then continued, talking. The only French she had dealt with before this was when she was rooming with a Canadian adult film star early in her career. Even then they has mostly communicated .. ah .. physically. So to be faced with real French peppered with accented English, Kitty Lay was a little lost.

By the time Sabine was finished, Kathleen's eyes were wider than maybe they should have been, and her mouth partly opened in puzzlement. Her resemblance to a blonde blow-up doll was uncanny.

"Um..." she said after a moment trying to recover but clearly having a difficult time of it, "The new student orientation office is in the main admin building," she said slowly, racking her brain for its location. She rarely went there after all. She offered Sabine one of her award winning smiles as she stalled. "The campus damn near covers the whole island so its kinda easy to get lost 'till you get used to it. So, umm, no need to cry, kay? Happens to all of us.

"Anyways, I'm Kathleen. Kathleen Lay. My friends call me Kitty. Or Kat. Or just 'hey you the blonde'! I can help you get where you need to go. It's right this way."

Kathleen spun on the balls of her feet to point in the needed direction, having finally remembered where it was. But in so doing, the hem of her skirt had flared up to the point where it was just about even with her waist, flashing her lacy bikini panties to the world and Sabine specifically. They soon stetted back in place as Kathleen looked back over her shoulder. "C'mon, follow me!"

Sabine was a little too wrapped up in her own story to notice the glazing over of the eyes and the state she put Kathleen into by her speech. It must have seemed like a video on fast forward to her. But, this was the case with America. The further north you go, the faster people speak for the most part. And in the hustle and bustle of a big city like Manhattan, time is crucial, or at least everyone there thinks their own time is just so valuable.

At the momentary pause that Kathleen took between Sabine finishing and before Kathleen would speak, Sabine just blinked at her a few times, wondering if the girl had drifted off into a daydream. She was about to wave a hand in front of Kathleen's face to make sure the lights were still on in the attic, but finally, words came forth. It would be at this time that Sabine would glance downward to turn off her MP3 player, because somebody was actually speaking with her and going to possibly help her.

“Ah, I see, the main administration building...that is why I cannot find it inside of this building, possibly why the map seems wrong to me.” She let out a deep sigh, “The jet lag must have taken more out of me than I thought.” She shook her head in disbelief that she could make such a simple error. “Yes, the campus just did not seem that vast on the DVD they sent me to look over. I guess when you get things real up and close to your face they look a lot bigger....” She momentarily gulped as she realized she had been glancing at about chest level to Kathleen...”I mean, you know...like you see a jumbo jet on TV, and then you go to take a ride in one and you can’t believe how huge it is....” Hoping she diverted attention away from her faux pau. She had already stopped the crying, because those tears were more rooted in tantrum than actual sorrow or despair. Typical Sabine routine, don’t get what you want, pout and cry and somebody makes it better for you because you’re special.

Now that she was clam, Sabine’s speech had lost a bit of that French panache, the accent vanished a bit, though still was always a hint in there at times. “Kathleen, that is such a pretty name, for a pretty girl.” Flattery gets you everywhere. “Merci beaucoup....uh, thank you for helping me.” She would reach back behind her neck and twirl one of her long ponytails around her index finger, “I too, have sometimes been called simply “Red” because of my hair color. Of course, I do not respond to such people. I shall call you Kathleen because I like that name. If you want me to call you something else, then you can be the one to tell me.”

She glances downward as she pondered something and it would be then that this voluptuous, statuesque blonde decided to twirl around and Sabine’s eyes through no fault of their own, would spy upon a rather ample derrière encased so lovingly in the pink bikini panties. Sabine simply raised her left brow upon seeing this. Her own micro mini was hiked up enough to just barely cover her little behind and when she wanted to, a little twist or bend here could flash a person she was trying to flirt with. Sabine of course thought the action before her was merely accidental. Still glancing at Kathleen’s rear, is how Kathleen would catch Sabine when her vision peeked over her shoulder at the French maiden. Sabine quickly snapped to attention, “But of course .” And with that, Sabine got a firm grip on her suitcase handle, shrugged her right shoulder to shift the weight of her backpack simply followed wherever Kathleen led.

Catching not only the prolonged stare at her rear, but also the earlier fixation on her chest, Kathleen gave Sabine a knowing wink over her shoulder, and then made it a point to swing her hips as she lead the way back out of the building they were in back outside. Once they were on the path again, she fell back a bit so they could be walking side by side.

"Over there is the main building where nearly all the classrooms are," she said, giving Sabine a quickie tour. "The library is there two, but you really cant see it from this angle. The gym is back this way," she went on pointing at yet another building. "And we're going to go just past the dorms to get on the path to the maid admin building."

Kathleen paused, a smile crossing her face as if a remembering something. "Huh," she said wistfully. "It's weird. It seems like just yesterday I was stepping off the plane and Sondra was giving me a tour of campus and showing me to my room. Well our room, since we turned out to be roommates..." She sighed at the memory of the day... and night that came afterward. Her too-tight blouse began to tent slightly over her nipples. "Good times. Good times. I seem to recall her having a hard time keeping her eyes of the twins as well," she added, teasing Sabine.

"Hey!" she said suddenly, stopping in her tracks. "You wanna drop your bags off in my room since we're passing the dorms anyway? Gotta be easier than lugging them around campus. And when you're all done registering and gettin' your room assignment, you can just come by and pick them up! Whatdoyasay?"

Both of those glances from Sabine were accidental of course, so when the taller blonde shot her a coy little wink, Sabine raised both brows and thought to herself, “My, what was that about?” She found the act a little confusing. Was Kathleen flirting with her? Sabine has been known to smile a bit more, blink and bat her lashes more than usual, and strike a few poses to show off her assets a little more to those she is trying to flirt with, but she thought a wink was a bit too obvious. Maybe it was a cultural difference? Though Kathleen sounded like an American, cultures and local flavors vary greatly from state to state, or even city to city. Thinking it would be rude not to, Sabine simply curled a slight smile on those glossy pink lips and gave Kathleen a little wink back.

Since Sabine carried herself a certain way, the swaying of Kathleen’s hips really didn’t stick out as less than normal. Sabine was trained in dance, etiquette, and was a debutante at one time. Though she didn’t move like a ballerina, there certain was a lot of supermodel, catwalk-esque movement in Sabine’s strides. She more or less pranced her legs out in front of her, hips rocking up and down, and she held her chin rather high. Sabine’s crystal hued eyes scanned about the hallways as they passed through the building and made their way outside. Looked a lot like her old private school, except it was a lot larger in every aspect. As the sun’s rays shone favor upon Sabine, she raised her right hand over her brows to shade her eyes from the brightness. She then closed her eyes softly and tilted her head back, slowly moving her head slightly to the left, then the right. The golden rays really picked up the soft curves of Sabine’s cheekbones, the outline of her jaw, and the hint of pink blush she had carefully put on this morning. Her nostrils flared as she took in a deep breath, a rather boisterous inhaling sound followed, and then there was a cute little squeaky, moaning exhale, “Mmmmm....gorgeous.” Of course, she was referring to the weather.

Once Kathleen came to her side, Sabine started to walk again as the blonde gave her the tour. Her head would follow every direction that Kathleen would point. Soft nods would be given in response to every location given followed by a quiet, “Uh-huh, okay.” A little bit more attention was given to the location of the gymnasium and library. “Oh, so the gym is really about as large as I had imagined. Magnifique!” The French tongue would emit excitedly. “That is one of the reasons why I was so excited to come here. Do they have a volleyball team, or a cross country team? What about a dive or swim club? I’d really love to get on the track and field team too...if they have one.” She was starting to ramble again, as oft she would when she’s excited. “Merveilleux, the library is supposed to be well stocked with all sorts of great literature. I am sure I will be spending many hours there studying. I am trying to learn Japanese because...well I honestly thought this was a Japanese school from the name of it? But here I am, speaking to a fellow American...at least I think you are American, oui?”

Sabine fell silent as Kathleen reminisced about her friend and a warm smile danced across the little red head’s lips once again. “Ahh, a good friend to you. Sounds like you really miss her. She must have graduated already and moved onto her career?” She would wait for an answer, but then the comment about the twins came up and Sabine blushed uncontrollably and turned away from Kathleen’s gaze. “Well, Kathleen, I didn’t mean to stare at them, really...but bons cieux, they are so much bigger than any I’ve ever seen before. I can see why you must have wanted to come to an all girl school...the boys must never leave you alone.” She paused and lowered her head, “Must be tough on you, to be so gifted.” Then she thought about how uncomfortable she’d be if somebody was talking about her chest like she just did with Kathleen and just stopped. “Um, I’m sorry, I will try not to stare next time and I will just shut my little mouth up about that.”

When Kathleen stopped in her tracks, Sabine reacted with a bit of a panicked expression and came to an abrupt halt, “Oh no, what ever is wrong?” When the busty blonde mentioned something about her dorm room, Sabine’s facial contortions softened and she nodded softly. Of course, why would the dainty, stuck up, princess want to keep lugging things around any longer than she had to? “That sounds like a wonderful idea, Kathleen. You know, I had received notice that as a freshman here I might not be able to get my own dorm room. That is why I wanted to go to the office as soon as possible, to see if I could get one. I may very well be assigned to a room that I have to share with other girls.” Her voice seemed a bit downtrodden with the last sentence. She really didn’t want to have to share anything. She came from a world of privilege, and having only a portion of a room to herself was not an adaptation she wanted to make. “But, if I have no other choice, I guess I’ll have to make the best of it. But sure, if you don’t mind, I would like to drop off my luggage and just carry my backpack. They wanted me to bring my medical records along, you know, for that whole meningitis scare.” At least, that is what they told her, during her “physical” given while she was unconscious, her medical records were already scoured over. The guise was to prove she never had meningitis and had her vaccinations.

“It is very nice of you to help me out like this. I’ll make sure that one day when I see a lost girl in the lobby, that I take the time to offer a helping hand like you have done for me, Kathleen.” Was that just lip service, or was the self absorbed one showing a bit of thought for somebody other than herself for once? Only time would tell. She would simply wait for Kathleen to lead the way once again.

* the words in italics are French, just in case anybody was wondering. Translation available upon request.

Kathleen giggled as she began to lead them toward the dorms. "You sure talk a lot," she said with a laugh in her voice, her eyes sparkling. "But just so you know, please feel free to stare at the girls all you want. I've gotten kinda used to it. Sides, it'll be worth it if you blush like that each time. Looks cute on you sugar. Really there hasn't been a downside 'cept the occasional twinge of back pain. Otherwise the attention they get aint a big deal."

They were coming up on the dorms now as Kathleen went on. "Anyway, there is a swim team. Cant say I know about the others though. But it'll be easy enough to find out I think. School work keeps me pretty busy so i don't really indulge in extra-c's."

By now they had entered the dormitory and Kathleen had pressed the call button for the elevator.

"As for rooms.. pretty much everyone I know shares a room. 'Cept maybe the Head Girls. I'm solo in my room right now..." and here Kathleen smile faltered, and she grew quiet as the elevator climbed to the third floor. "Well," she said at length as the doors opened. "I'm sure that'll change soon enough..."

With that, she led Sabine to her room, unlocked and opened the door. Preceding Sabine inside, she dropped her books on her desk and stripped off her blazer. "Just drop your stuff anywhere. I'm gonna change real quick, help yourself to anything in the fridge if you want. Cups are on top of it."

Kathleen kicked off her shoes and was already heading for the closet, unbuttoning her top as she went. The room looked lived in but not messy, and the only truly odd part was the fact that several of the beds seemed to have been pushed together into one large bed in the center of the room. The fridge was more than a little bare, with half empty two litter coke and a full glass pitcher of milk. It looked a little thinner than whole milk though. Maybe skim or 2%?

The cups were on top of the fridge, but so was a DVD case; in fact it was the sole copy of Milky MILF's 2 on the island, with Kathleen on the cover.

As they walked side by side and Kathleen mention how much Sabine talks, the red head would frown a bit, then placed an index finger over her lips as she slightly pursed them. The pink painted fingernail would be inserted just between her teeth as she gently nibbled on it. What a nasty little habit...soon the finger would be pulled away and she would respond with a slow, sigh, her voice seeming more calm, “Yeah, I suppose I do. I get like that when I am really excited, I just cannot help it.” The French accent was still oozing all over her words, something else that she just couldn’t seem to shake.

“It does not seem right for me to stare at you, or any place on you.” She would glance away from Kathleen as she said this, “And just because you might be used to all of the leering, it doesn’t mean it is right and that people should still do it." Then came the “cute” comment and Sabine would try to hide her face in the palm of her right hand, giggling and smiling behind the cover of her delicate fingers, and of course, she would be blushing again. She hadn’t really ever been complimented like that before by another girl and wasn’t really sure how to react. “Well, thank you, but....I don’t know...” When Kathleen explained how the heft of her breasts hurt her back at times, Sabine just nodded. She could only imagine what it would be like. Sabine’s own B cups wouldn’t pose such an issue for her.

Her eyes lit up at the mention of a swim team, “Yyyyesss!” Then listened to the rest of what Kat had to say. “Right, I suppose I can ask when I go through my orientation,” and then nodded once again when Kat explained her situation. “I usually had a lot of schoolwork to do too, I’ve always been in private schools. I guess I am just used to the course load. Since Daddy would never let me out of the house other than to go to all of my activities, I got involved in as many as I could...just so I could get out. I could probably help you with your work some time if you ever need it?”

The girls got on the elevator and Sabine had wondered why Kathleen’s expression changed when she mentioned she wouldn’t be alone in her room for long. Maybe it was because she enjoyed having the room all to her self, like Sabine would? She would continue to go wherever Kat led her, and finally sauntered her way inside the dorm room after Kat entered. Sabine’s curious eyes scanned about and she did notice that it was pretty well maintained, and that the beds were all pushed together. It wasn’t really all that odd in her mind, because that configuration was around the same size as her bed at home. Kat probably enjoyed having lots of space on the bed. Sabine walked over to an empty corner of the room and placed her suitcase up against it and secured her MP3 player inside of one of the front pouches. She wouldn’t be needing that thing for orientation. She then placed her backpack on the floor in front of the suitcase, rummaged through it for a few moments, and pulled out a manila folder that seemed rather full with documents. She also fetched this adorable, silky looking, pink purse that couldn’t have been much larger than a man’s wallet attached to a spaghetti string shoulder strap. It would be just the kind of thing a girl would carry around to house a few “personal items” in a discreet manner.

Sabine didn’t glance towards Kathleen as she changed, knowing that was what she was doing and not wanting to revisit any more embarrassing moments, she focused her attention on the refrigerator. Her strut carried her over to the appliance and she opened the door, scanning about the selection. Spying the milk, Sabine called out, “Would it be alright if I have some of the milk, please?” Knowing it was already offered, the asking was merely a formality, she had already placed her right hand around the handle of the pitcher and pulled it off of the shelf. She was blindly reaching around the top of the refrigerator to grab a cup, and did notice a DVD case there, but because she didn’t have her glasses on, she couldn’t read the title printed on the side of it, so she basically disregarded it.

She waited for Kathleen to say it was alright to have some milk before she would fill up her cup, so in the meantime Sabine walked over to the edge of the bed and helped herself to a seat upon it. Those well sculpted legs were a bit tired from all of the walking about. Even though she was a distance runner, that was a bit different exercise than walking around and lugging baggage around with you in high heels. She leaned over and placed both hands on the upper portion of her left thigh, then slowly rubbed her hands against her skin, giving herself a bit of a massage as those hands slid slowly downward towards her knee cap. Great attention would be paid to her knee before those hands would creep down further to her calf, which was now stretched out in the air in front of her. She had found a bit of a cramp and winced when she ran her fingers over it and attempted to knead it out. “Ooo,” she quipped before seething softly as the knot finally was released.

Kathleen, who at this point was standing in front of her closet in her bra, panties and regulation white socks, was so focused on what she was going to wear that she replied, distractedly "Yeah sure, go ahead. I said you could have some, right?" Completely forgetting to warn her new friend that the milk was, in reality her own breasts milk. She had simply gotten used to everyone knowing that by now.

Finally picking an outfit, Kathleen undid her bra and tossed it over her shoulder the same hamper that her uniform had wound up in. Her socks soon followed suit."Its pretty cool of you to offer to help with my school work though," she said as she pulled out a white halter-dress from her closet. "I'm finding' out with every class that it's true what the say about blondes."

She emerged from the closet with her dress over one arm and wasted little time in pulling it one, flipping her hair free once her head poked out the top. She smiled over at Sabine once dressed. "Problem with your legs? Maybe I could, you know, give you a little massage after you're all set up. I've been told I'm kinda good at them. Everyone goes away happy."

Kathleen punctuated that with another wink before heading over to the side of her bed a little further up from where Sabine was sitting, where a loooong line of shoes were waring for her. "You're kinda sweet, Sabine. What with the promise not to 'leer' at me and all. But in case you haven't been able to tell yet, I kinda like being looked at. Well... not kinda. More like I really like it." Finally selecting a pair of white four-inch marry Jane heels, she slipped them on and turned back to Sabine.

"All set!" she said brightly. "Ready to go?"

Sabine was a stickler for details in terms of her wardrobe and outfits she wore, so the amount of time Kathleen was taking didn’t bother her in the least. You always want to look your best. Once Kathleen gave Sabine the confirmation, the smaller girl turned on the bed and reached over to the end table and poured herself a cup of milk. It did look a little thin, but the only milk Sabine ever drank was skim anyway, so it didn’t look unusual to her. Once she poured the creamy, white liquid into the cup she got up off the bed and placed the pitcher back in the refrigerator. She pushed the door closed, but either because the door was hung wrong, or the floor might have been slanted a bit, the door closed shut with a good deal of force. It was enough to jar that DVD case from its resting spot and fling it unto the floor.

“Oh, how absolutely clumsy of me,” she cried while holding the cup of milk in her left hand, she began to stoop down, mindful to bend at the knees and not the waist lest she flash the room with her white, lacy thong panties. Her right hand was reaching down to fetch the DVD, but wasn’t really looking at it as Kathleen was speaking. “Oh yeah? No problem. I figure I will probably have a lot of homework here so while I am doing mine, if our schedules work out, we could kind of study together?” She nodded to herself, “What? That blondes have more fun....or gentlemen prefer blondes?” The first offer was said rather seriously, but the second offer had a hint of laughter and teasing associated with it. Her fingers were wrapping around the DVD case at this point and getting ready to lift it off the floor.

“Problem? No, no...just a little tired I think. It was a long plane ride and then I have been walking all over the place. And I have to admit, I haven’t really been running or exercising like I usually do for the last few days...you know...my stomach had been getting a little upset...” her voice trailed out as she didn’t want to continue on with the situation that happens every month. “But, I should be fine. Nothing a good soak in a bath or a hot shower couldn’t fix.” The DVD case was now firmly in hand and being lifted up off the floor, Sabine rose from her kneel to stand. “A massage...from you?” She would blink a few times, “That is very nice of you to offer. Maybe we can work out an exchange, I help tutor you and you pay me back in massages?” Sabine giggled heartily at this suggestion, she then turned around to walk towards the refrigerator and spied Kathleen in her new outfit...and then caught another wink from the blonde. “Hmmm...maybe the wink is when she tells a joke?” She thought to herself. Since Sabine made a bit of a joke as well, she flashed a quick wink back, the lid of her right eye having been adorned with a combination of hot pink on the lid, and shadow black mascara. Long eyelashes were coated in matching black. To further the look, Sabine had brushed over the pink eye shadow with a sprinkling of golden glitter.

Her cheeks would flush a bit again as Kathleen said she was sweet, and then from a slight bit of embarrassment as she mentioned the leering thing again. “I...I said that...” but she was cut off by Kathleen explaining how she actually liked the attention. It would be then that Sabine placed the DVD back down on top of the refrigerator and noticed that there was a pretty revealing image of Kathleen on the cover with her breasts being manhandled by quite a number of hands. Kathleen was in a very compromising pose, the expression on her face was a whole host of emotions from being excited and turned on, pain from the torture her breasts were enduring, pleasure, sadness, happiness, and fulfillment. Her eyes were squinted, mouth parsed open slightly, tip of the tongue beginning to snake out. Sabine was mesmerized by the image for a few moments before her eyes grew wide. She didn’t even read the title, nervously she hurried placed the case down, her eyes darted left and right, and not knowing what else to do, she raised the cup to her lips and took long sips of that milk. “Holy....was that really Kathleen....my God, she really seemed....” She thought to herself.

The taste of the milk wouldn’t register at this moment as Sabine sort of rushed through the swallowing of it. Normally her etiquette would have been much more lady-like, but given the circumstances she was just hoping not to spill the milk all over herself. When Kathleen asked if she was ready to go, Sabine walked over to the corner of the bed and grabbed her purse and manila folder and then nodded with a cracking in her husky voice she barely managed an audible, “Uh-huh...” her head looking down at the floor the whole time. Her mind was still trying to process what she saw on that cover and the feelings it was stirring up inside of her. Confusion, curiosity, and arousal were all spilling around inside of that little head of hers and all she wanted to do was get out of there and try to get it out of her mind for now.

Kathleen saw Sabine place the DVD back on the fridge out of the corner of her eye, but didn't recognize the significance as she arched an eyebrow at the redheads cracking husky voice and suddenly bowed head.

She walked over to her in that same hip-swinging 'come and get it' stride. "Hey, are you ok?" she asked, plainly concerned by the sudden change in attitude. She placed a supportive hand on Sabine's shoulder, and bent over slightly to get a better look at her face. "The milk wasn't bad was it?" she asked. "I only made it this morning," she added, mostly to herself, not really thinking about how odd the comment must have sounded. Call it a total blonde moment, but the fact that she made her own milk was the worse kept secret on campus. Even though she knew Sabine was new, it never occurred to her to explain the remark.

Sabine's hurry to down the cupful of milk had left the hint of a milk mustache just above her upper lip. Kathleen gently wiped it clean with a swiped of her index finger, then placed the same fingertip in her mouth, quickly and soundlessly sucking it clean. "Nope, still good," she announced.

Kathleen straightened, and slipped back out of her shoes, her hand still on Sabine's shoulder "Still, you don't look so good. Hey, the office will be open until the early evening, and even after that they maintain a skeleton crew overnight for late arrivals. Why don't you catch a quick nap here and rest up?" she suggested, gently nudging Sabine back towards the bed. "Just for an hour or so. I betting the plane ride took a lot outta ya, I hear new students talk about that all the time."

By now Kathleen's gentle nudging had guided Sabine back to a sitting position on the bed. She was smiling, but there was hint of worry in her eyes. Once Sabine was sitting, she crouched down in front of her, and began to remove the redhead's shoes for her. In that position, even a casual glance downward from Sabine would have enabled her to see pretty mush all the way down Kathleen's rather open neckline. Likewise, when Kathleen glanced up, she got a pretty good view of Sabine's lacey white panties. But other than a momentary smile of interest, she kept the discovery to herself. This hardly seemed like the time.

Sabine was already taking a few hasty paces towards the door when Kathleen caught up to her and froze her with that hand on the shoulder. The smaller femme cringed away from the touch at first, but the question that preceded the touch calmed her a bit. Sabine glanced back over her shoulder at Kathleen and with a slow blinking of the lids and a less than convincing, forced smile, the little red head replied, “Oui...that is, yes, I am fine.” As Kathleen lowered her head to get a closer look, Sabine would start to turn away from her, not wanting to be looked in the eyes. “The milk...it was fi--” and before she could even finish the sentence she was hushed by the action of Kathleen’s finger just nonchalantly wiping over her top lip to get some of the leftover milk. Taken aback, Sabine could only stand there in a momentary haze, blinking rapidly and then witnessing Kathleen suckling her own finger afterwards just stirred up more visions from what she saw on the DVD cover.

“Made the milk this morning?” She thought to herself, somehow, whilst all the other carnage of thoughts were tumbling around inside of that head of hers. Funny, she didn’t remember the brochure mentioning any agricultural departments, dairy farms, or things of that nature. She never saw any signs of the place having any bovine species around. Just how on Earth did Kathleen make this milk? The whole lactation thing didn’t even register to her because Sabine was just so uneducated about that sort of thing. Maybe Sabine heard her incorrectly with all of that jostling going on inside of her head right now? Perhaps Kathleen said that she had just “purchased” the milk this morning. Yeah, that must’ve been what she said.

Suddenly, Kathleen would be closer to Sabine’s height as the blonde stepped out of her heels and Sabine would still be in her three inch heeled baby dolls, and Sabine would still be in partial paralysis physically by the hand upon her shoulder, and mentally about what Kathleen was doing with that finger. It was true, Sabine looked like she hadn’t slept for days on end, which was odd considering she had just been woken from an induced coma. Those sparkling baby blues were now cloudy, a bit bloodshot, and the lids were falling half open by now. Her skin was showing that late afternoon “glaze” from the bit of oil her skin produced and what caused her skin issues, and her clothes not only didn’t look like she had just put them on this morning, but they didn’t have that fresh scent to them. Not a stench, but a stale air kind of odor accompanied them.

“A nap?” Sabine replied, that voice of hers seemingly losing steam as the minutes rolled by, squeaking and cracking a bit under the raspy and husky overtones. And before she could even agree that it probably was a good idea to catch a little catnap, the “gentle nudge” was enough to almost knock the worn out French girl over. Wobbling at the knees in her heels, Sabine managed to make it back to the corner of the bed and have a seat. “Oui, l'avion.... étrange.” Her once rigid posture sort of slumped to a relaxed state once her bottom was nestled by the softness of the mattress and blankets that covered it. Her head lazily canting to the left side, left hand rising up to her left eye and giving it a little rub, smudging the carefully placed blush and mascara. She now looked like her eye makeup was done by an 80’s punk rocker on the left side only, as black and pink strayed far away from the corner of her eye. “Ainsi, ils seront là plus tardifs ? C'est bon.” The little one not remembering her place, French is spewing forth from her lips.

Feeling something playing with her feet, Sabine’s natural instinct was to look down and she what was going on. “Hé ! Que faites-vous avec mes pieds ? Oh mon Dieu, regard à ces poitrines ! Ils sont si colossaux!” She would exclaim as she couldn’t help but get another glance at Kathleen’s healthy anatomy. Sabine was completely oblivious to the fact that the bottom of her dark blue micro mini had slid all the way up to the crease in her thighs when she sat down. Since she hadn’t crossed her legs at all, it was no doubt that Kathleen would get a very good vision of the sheer, white, lacy panties that lay under the skirt. To Sabine, it appeared that Kathleen was looking downward at her feet and not staring under her skirt, so she made no motions to rectify the situation, besides, she was still focused on just how much Kathleen’s chest stuck out from her body. Looking down, all she could see was the top of Kathleen’s head, and her large mounds of flesh.

The baby dolls were only held in place with a couple of buckles on each shoe, so it wouldn’t take much effort for Kathleen to undo them and take them off. Once her feet were free, Sabine playfully wiggled her toes and chirped, “Weee!” It felt so good to her to have her feet removed from those toe crushing heels. Sabine’s arms reached high over her head as she let out a squeaky, little yawn, mouth opening wide as she did so to take in a deep breath. The bottom of Sabine’s white blouse rose up over her belly button to which now that silver, curled bar piercing with a pink semi-precious stone at the end could now be seen. She had an adorable little innie-style belly button, and although not sporting a six-pack of washboard abs, the petite one was very trim around the belly. Only a slight bit of extra flesh pouched out around the waistline of her skirt, and within a few weeks of exercise and running, that could be removed. Kathleen had it right, this little red head was about to go lights out very soon.

Puzzled yet again by Sabine's slip into French Kathleen looked blandly up at her once she had gotten her shoes off. "You're gonna have to tell me what all that means sometime," she said with a bemused smile.

She gave Sabine liberated feet a brief tickle before standing back up, rising in the space between the redheads legs until she was standing. Once she reached her full height, two things would become very obvious. One, Kathleen scent was a subtle blending of moisturizing soap, some kind of 'spring-time' laundry detergent, and a hint of what could be fresh cream. The second thing that was obvious was that these things were rather easy to notice, since Kathleen was now standing well inside Sabine's personal space.

Kat leaned forward, placing one hand on Sabine's shoulder and another around her waist, all but shoving her chest into the other girls face and guided her backwards onto the bed. "You'll see," she cooed. "A bit of sleep and you'll be as good ans new, ready to seize the day and get a room of your own." By now Sabine was supine on the bed, Kat all but draped over her. Her cleveage threatened to engulf her head for a moment or two before Kathleen pushed off the mattress. Sliding back to her feet on the floor, she lifted Sabine's now-dangling feet onto the bed as well.

"I'll be right here when you wake up," Kathleen whispered to the sleepy girl, and set the alarm clock on the nightstand next to the bed for one hour. She then crossed room to her discarded book bag, and bent over --at the waist, mind you -- to open it up and removed from it a heavy psychology textbook. She then returned to the bed, and climbed in gently from the other side, opened it up and began to read. Her lips moved soundlessly as she forced her way through the text with her usual difficulty.

She occasionally stole a glanced at Sabine to check if she was sleeping yet or not.

Sabine would simply remain in an almost motionless, seated state with the only actions being lazy blinking of the eyes and a slowed breathing pace. Mini yawns poking their way through her lips would be met with a cursory placement of a balled up fist to cover her mouth. Still glancing downward at Kathleen she would simply retort, “Tell you what all what means?” Not realizing she had been blurting out French for most of the past several minutes. Spying Kathleen’s little grin, Sabine curled her glossy pink lips into a little smirking smile as well. What a sight, the smeared eye makeup, the “sweaty” nature of her skin at the moment, half closed eyes, and that weird looking smile, it was the sort of thing you’d expect to see from your friend after a long night of drinking at a bar.

After the shoes fell harmlessly to the floor and Sabine wiggled her feet and toes about, she felt Kathleen tickling her feet. Sabine immediately perked up, pulling her legs back away from the blonde, body jumping about an inch up off of the bed. The French femme’s eyes darted wide open, a boisterous and uncontrollable laugh erupted from her, “Bwaaaah haaa haaa!” Sabine would set her left arm into motion, an open palm would be swung in Kathleen’s direction at shoulder level, but there was no malice in the swing, and it was moving so slowly that it could easily be dodged, “Hey, stop that! You…whoooaaa!” the little lady almost falling off of the bed as the wild swing completely missed the mark as the blonde stood up.

Kathleen sort of caught Sabine with her large bust when the voluptuous one leaned forward, almost none of the red head’s face could be seen anymore. Being up close and personal like that, simply breathing would fill Sabine’s nostrils up with the mixture of scents emanating from the blonde’s skin. The first little whiff would be so pleasant that Sabine would smile to herself, and then take a long, slow drag of breath to catch the scents once more. The following French words would be almost inaudible anyway considering Sabine’s precarious situation, “Un bel arome…” Sabine’s body was still off balance from the misguided swing, but she was reigned in by the hands placed upon her shoulder and waist.

Without any resistance at all, the spent red head followed the suggestion of Kathleen’s advance. Sabine softly fell slowly backwards, ponytails splayed out to the left and right of her head as head hit the mattress, the taller blonde almost mounting her, large breasts hanging over her head, Sabine was too tired to try to wrestle away. Sabine breathed nervously for a few moments, not knowing what Kathleen’s intentions were. Some assurance was offered from Kat’s soft, soothing, and cooing tune. Sabine simply nodded in slow motion to the words. A quick cat nap and that would be just the thing to recharge her batteries. Up until now the little one was running on nothing but nervous and twitch energy. She hadn’t eaten for the whole time she was under sedation. Sure NICE made sure her body was getting IV fluids and proper nutrition, but that is a poor substitute for actual nourishment. Besides, it wasn’t like the coma was restful sleep to her body with all of the machines, probing, twisting, and contorting they put that frame through.

Sabine’s legs had virtually no life to them at all, simply dangling in Kathleen’s arms as the taller girl hugged them in her arms and placed them on top of the bed. If there was one thing about Sabine, it was that she absolutely hated body hair of any kind. She had a rigorous routine of leg waxing followed by a spa treatment of creams, massages, and had her own special blend of avocado, cucumber, coconut oil, lilac, and other various fruits and vegetables all mashed up into a sort of poultice that would be applied to her legs after a waxing. The result would be a fabulously smooth and shiny pair of legs that Sabine adored showing off as much as possible. She didn’t wear that hiked up skirt to maybe show off her ass, but just how nice her legs looked. After all, you spend all that time and money on them; you might as well show them off like a museum piece. Up until now it was all look, but don’t touch. Other than Sabine herself, a doctor or two, and the NICE lab technicians, Kathleen would be one of the very limited few to touch them.

A few lazy sighs would follow as Sabine curled herself from lying on her back into a position more reminiscent of a fetal pose. Her knees bent, curling up close to her abdomen, left arm on top would limply fall over the folded legs, hand falling to rest upon the mattress. Her right hand had snaked its way into her hair and was resting between her head and the mattress. Her head once again just lazily nodding to Kathleen’s assurance she would be there when she rose from the slumber, Sabine’s eyes already falling shut. There might have been a faint “mmm-hmmm” mumbled out through sealed lips to acknowledge that she heard Kat.

It wouldn’t take very long for Sabine to just completely shut down and go to sleep. A few deep inhales and slow exhales came and went, some minor adjustments to her current pose would occur, but then she would simply fall into a slow, rhythmic pace of breathing. There would be virtually no more movement from her save for the slow heaving and lowering of her chest with every breath.