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I liked, nay, I was _obsessed_ with Mary’s bod. Petite, yet somehow thick all at the same time, the pale Chinese girl had these tits that were about the roundest I had ever seen and this ass…well, it was just as round! She was cute as a button to, but really it was that tight little body that kept me staring time and again, and maybe the fact that the Mary never wore a bra and these dangerous hip-hugging jeans 24/7.

Mary knew I looked, I was damn sure she liked that I looked and on occasion the brown-eyed sophomore would flash me more cleavage then she was already showing, or shake her ass at me as we parted for classes. It was all in good fun for her, I knew, but terribly teasing to me. In the year I had known Mary we were growing closer but I still couldn’t get a bead on where the girl was coming from.
Though the jury was still out on Mary’s sexuality, mine was ‘on the record’. Within our group of seven I was the resident lesbian; I had hooked-up with plenty of girls in my two years in college and good amount in high school (I even had a real steady girlfriend senior year, who taught me a thing or two about the wild and wacky word of lesbian sex toys). I could be found at any number of college parties usually necking (or at least flirting) with cute little freshman chicks or holding court with my friends, deliberately shocking them with tales of eating pussy or strap-on sex, though more often the not embellishing those retellings for their wagging tongues. But none of us ever heard Mary speak of a boyfriend or girlfriend, and since she was from another state entirely we had no knowledge of her life before she came to school with us (or at least only knowledge of what she had told us) and when a hot guy or girl sauntered by on our small college campus she more often than not gave both a look.
But it was getting to the point for me personally that I ached to know which side of the fence the little girl swung. I couldn’t see her this new semester without wondering, staring, fantasizing.
Was Mary just a merciless tease or did she really want more from me? I’d stayed up late nights thinking all sorts of naughty thoughts about the girl. The way I figured it, I could roll with being all close cuddles and soft kisses with the little girl or I could just as easily start biting her nipples and grind my pussy against that perfect little bubble butt of hers until we both begged for mercy. Whatever Mary’d be into I was down for.

I guess the pressure was building more than usual that day though. How or why I said what I said, I have no idea (or even care) but as we met that 9am at the student center coffee kiosk (say that three times fast!) I couldn’t help but stare down Mary’s shirt and made my first real pointed remark.

“They look especially perky today,” I said as we wrangled our coffees from the barrister.

“It’s a new top,” the brown-eyed girl said, looking up at me slightly. I had more than a couple inches on her and had always enjoyed the height advantage for this kind of a view.

I stared down at perfect alabaster cleavage just there ripe for the licking, her round tits settled and so firm in what had to be the thinnest T-shirt I had yet see her wear.

“A shirt like that is gonna get you in trouble someday.”

“I hope.”

I sipped.

She sipped.

“Really, that’s some view.”

“Glad you like it.”

I took a step back to drink her in. Mary smiled over the lip of her latte as I took my time accessing her. Why even try to hide it? She was flirting, wasn’t she?

I knew I was.

“Ever notice how my tops are getting tighter and more revealing?”

I swallowed a big gulp of my still-too-hot coffee.

“Getting daring in your old age?”

“Well, I wanted someone to notice.”

Now she gulped.

Ok, I’m not the smartest girl on the planet and I’m not the type of lesbian who sees all manner of homosexual potential in every meeting (straight girls and guys do this to). But Mary was being obvious, wasn’t she?

“Took you long enough,” I said smiling. She smiled too and tapped the side of my cup with her own.

“Well this would be like my second time with a girl. I had to tread lightly. I’m a little nervous.”

Ah, sweet naiveté in all its resplendent glory, I thought. I’d be able to introduce a whole host of nasty diversion to Mary, if she let me. If we lasted beyond the month it would take me to commit her naked body to memory, maybe I would even get out a few of my sex toys.

“Neither of us needs to go to our morning class today,” I said, and with my free hand I grabbed Mary’s arm and led her out the side door of the student center.

Of course I let her lead just long enough so I could spy her ass.

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