As one of the freshman’s closest friends she was one the few people who knew that she swung both ways. After a couple more drinks Kirsty and Jenny ...eaded home. However for the blonde it was a restless night. Her pussy was on fire as she thought about the brunette from the bar and she just couldn’t stop herself dabbing a couple of fingers into her hot little box. She had to see her again. But how? Three days later, Kirsty’s memory of the brunette from the bar had almost completely evaporated. She pushed her chair back and eagerly strode around the desk, extending her arms to me and wrapping them around my neck. My arms in turn encircled her waist. Our lips met, parted slightly, and they melted into a soft, lingering kiss. As we broke the kiss, she grasped my hands and stepped back. " I still can't believe it...You came down here, babe." I'm wearing a white dress shirt with faint patterned lines and tan slacks. I return her gaze, giving her a look up and down. She is wearing a blue. More

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