He looks back, lost in the light hazel of mine. The shorts are frustratingly baggy, making any bulge indecipherable, as well as his strong thighs. GPA of 3.7, impressive even without his athletic distractions. But then someone would certainly warn stupid Stan. Fortunately the building is equipped with an elevator, not sure what I would do without it. I finish in the shower and walk back to my dorm room, towel wrapped around my dripping body. He moves forward kissing and nibbling the tender flesh of my neck. I decided on a set of pink pants with the matching pink top, with nothing underneath. As usual, I take time to appreciate myself in the mirror, breasts still shining wetly in the light, every detail of my legs visible under the thin material ‘covering’ them. Asshole. My mouth hangs open as his full size emerges. He looks back, lost in the light hazel of mine.
