You listened to the sound of Jordana's thumping footsteps as she walked downstairs. You sat on your bed still recovering from your rude awakening. There was a small lingering pain in your chest from where she had sat on it. You reached for your cell phone and pulled it from its charging port before sending a group text to both Pete and Jim:

Hey guys! I really need your help. My family is out of town and I'm alone with Jordana. Is there any way I could spend the summer with one or both of you?

You hit send and fell back onto your bed with a thud. A few minutes passed as you waited for a reply.

"Hey squirt," Jordana called from downstairs, "lunch is ready."

You noticed your stomach rumbling. It had been several hours since your last meal, so you reluctantly made your way downstairs. Upon entering the kitchen, you spotted Jordana cleaning crumbs off the counter and your eyes landed on her greatest asset. Her pants barely contained her monstrous ass and her deep crack was left on full display. Your eyes shifted from her ass to the dining table where you saw a sandwich made with what looked like French or Italian bread but just a little different. You sat at the table and looked down at the sandwich.

"Well," said Jordana, "go ahead and dig in."

You picked up the sandwich and took a huge bite. Your eyes shot wide open. "This is good," you said, "what is this?"

"It's a Cuban sandwich," she replied.

"Where did you learn to make this?"

"Zoey taught me how to make a few Cuban dishes while we weren't in class."

You continued to munch away at the sandwich savoring the ham, Swiss cheese, and the salty taste of the pickles. Meanwhile, Jordana made her way from the counter to the back side of your chair.

"I'm glad you like it," she said resting her boobs on top of your head.

You stopped mid-bite as you felt her soft melons pressing down on the top of your head. "Uh, Jordana..."

"Yes?"

"What are you doing?"

"Thought I'd rest my girls somewhere nice," she said shaking her boobs. You tensed up in response to the jiggly sensation that you felt on the top of your head.

"And why exactly do you have to do that there?"

"Can't think of any place better," she teased.

You let out a deep sigh. You knew you weren't going to get anywhere arguing with her, so you focused on finishing the rest of your meal.

"How's it compare to my mom's food," she asked.

You paused to think about it for a moment. Sheila was undoubtedly a great cook, which is probably where Jordana learned it from. Sheila had only ever made you one type of sandwich, specifically a Bauru, which she proudly told you was a popular dish in Brazil. However, Jordana seemed to be heading in the direction of learning different types of cooking as opposed to sticking with the Brazilian food that Sheila was a pro at.

"I'd say your food expertise is a bit more versatile."

"Good answer," she said lifting her boobs off of your head, which brought you great relief. It was hard to focus on talking while what felt like two water balloons jiggled on top of your head. Jordana walked back over to the counter to continue her cleaning. You heard your phone ping and you pulled it out to check your messages. It was a text from Pete:

Oh, man! I'm on my way. I'll swing by Jim's place and pick him up beforehand. We'll tell her that we've had plans to go on a road trip. That should throw her off the scent. My parents shouldn't mind you spending the summer at my house. They love having you over.

You felt the tension from the morning leaving your body as you made an internal fist pump. Okay, I'm good. Pete's on the case.

Suddenly, you felt a little funny. The room seemed like it was spinning and your legs became weak. You tried to climb out of the chair, but you ended up falling out of it. You saw Jordana turn around to look at you. The last thing you heard before you blacked out was Jordana say "Wow! I didn't think Zoey's shrink pills would kick in that fast."

What's next?