I took a seat between Ananya and Shyam. I started to talk in Hindi since both were from north India. I was awestruck with Ananya’s Kannada. She was ...luent. We started to converse in Kannada. I was quite uncomfortable when Shyam looked at me whenever Ananya laughed at my small jokes.Let me describe Ananya, the milky queen. Ananya was very fair and approx. 5.6’ in height. She had cat eyes, a sharp nose, and thick lips. Ananya was wearing round glasses, and big earrings were dangling from her. “What’s up?”“I just met with Doctor Hart and I wanted to talk to someone about what he said.”“Why me?”I smiled, “First, you’re my friend. Second, you’re the one girl I know on campus I can talk to about sex who won’t think I’m hitting on her!”Clarissa laughed, “True, though I do recall you saying ‘Damn, Clarissa!’ when you saw me dressed differently and with my hair done and wearing a hint of makeup.”“The Y chromosome knows nothing about sexual orientation,” I grinned. “It sees ‘pretty girl’. .. down and dusted in one short sentence.I've always wondered what it would be feel like to fuck her arse,now I know.. I`d love to do it again but I don't see that happening any time soon.. if ever.Even when I shot my load up her she hardly stopped screaming for more than a few seconds.... I sometimes wonder if she secretly liked it but just wouldn't let on? She pushed back on to me when I shot but I'm not sure if it was an accident or just a moments relapse where she stopped pretending to be. Jones was very pleased with all of our creations.Sunday was a going to be a day off for the camp. We were on such a high from the fashion show."You ready?" Donna asked."I am so nervous." You are going to have a blast. Here put this on."She then handed me a white blouse and a flora print mini skirt that came down to just about four inches above my knees. I just couldn't stop looking at my breasts. I just loved them. I put on a pair of tennis shows. We put our heels in our purse."Are you ready?".