Bridgettewas her name. She was about an inch taller than me and had been avolley ball player in high school. She knew of my sister and had playedagain...t her in some tournaments. Bridgette had been good enough to playin high school but not college. She was nice and was in good shape butshe always wore plain clothes and not much makeup or jewelry. Some ofmy buds from the dorm thought she was probably gay but I liked her andwe hung out some and studied together. She was always talking about. If she had looked away from my face she shewould also have noticed the stiffness of my nipples beneath my pink cottonpjama top & for some strange reason , I was hoping that she would . But she didnt. She just kept staring at me with those piercing blue eyes , it was like shewas trying to read me and after a while i tried to look at her in a way whichi thought she was looking for , one of submission . Almost immeditely ,although very , very slowly her head started to move forward so that her. I gulped, as she had nothing on underneath and it was wet, not like the girl from the garages.She said did I like, well who wouldn't I said, it was much bigger than that other girl, she said what did I do with the girl, I said I only touched which I did, she said girls like a finger to go up it,my young cock was raging.She said push it in and out, so I did as she asked, she put her head on my shoulder and made some noises, her legs were now wide apart as she stood there.She then her hand on my. .. Fuck!She then saw some more shadows around a parked jeep to which they were running. It was almost as much a shock to realise that they were wearing clothes than that they were there at all. She almost felt like pointing this out to Buttercup. If she could ever catch up with her. Look! Normal people! Wearing clothes. All over them, Their crotch as well as their chest. Like back home! After leaving home, she'd almost forgotten that clothes existed. However, Buttercup was running in a quite.