I understood and passed on my hand kerchief to her she surprisingly asked” How did you know that I needed hanky?”. I replied smilingly” What wou...d a fully drenched person try to search for at first?”. She got it and thanked me. After the classes at home I was just thinking of the wet look of her body etc and just started to shag. I shagged thrice I guess. Days passed on and with our studies we became best friends in our class in the matter of boy and a girl. Then in the mid holidays that were. Once a business trip to NYC materialized I quickly made plans to meet up with her for an evening coffee and see how it goes. Though she had shared only a grainy picture with me it was clear she was quite busty and had very long hair. I love women with long hair and her chats were slowly making me crazy for her.We met at a small restaurant/coffee-place. She was about 5’6, dressed in business formals with a skirt till just below knees, white shirt and jacket. Her breasts were protruding and. That started a rush. And arguments. The Japanese and Chinese students and were at the boards defending the math against the ANZAC’s ... the Australian and New Zealand students.Then ... from a door off to the side ... emerged the lecturing professor ... his classroom.“What the hell?” he shouted. “What’s going on?” And he caught sight of the math. In seconds he was as deeply involved as the students.The Registrar opened the door and shouted over the noise, “Flintkotes? Come with me.”We left, two. " Cindy was tall, with long, raven-black hair. Her long sleeves barely concealed the tattoos on her arms and she had an eyebrow ring. She was extroverted, outspoken and forward. She had outed herself as a lesbian to Ingrid during their first conversation. Ingrid was straight, but she wasn't prejudiced, and they had become close friends. Ingrid knew she was a tough girl. She could see her holding her own in a bustling line, guarding her spot. Ingrid was shy and reserved. She would have hated it..