I went to a fairly small liberal arts school for college. The campus was in the middle of a medium-sized town, and the academic programs were pretty good (for the state, at least). It’s not lacking funds by any means, but the school likes to cut corners when it comes to spending. This means moving chairs from the dining hall to the yard for graduation, using library shelves for fundraising yard sales, and taking tables out of the student union for Greek life bake sales. I was going to study in the student union while the latter was going on, so the building was practically empty and lacked tables (bizarre, I know). Any other student would have just gone to the library or their room to study, but I didn’t. I hated the fluorescent lights in the library and my roommate had a girl over, so I decided to stay and search for a forgotten table.
Author: CAce64
A morning run run-in
When I was in high school, I got to know this girl, Ivy, pretty well. From sophomore year on, we had at least one class a day with each other, and we always sat together. We talked everyday, and it turned out we had a lot in common. She even lived just down the street from me!
Ivy was a cheerleader, but she didn’t really act like it. She was clumsy and socially awkward, and some of our conversations were, however enjoyable, incredibly uncomfortable. Her personality was nothing like a stereotypical cheerleader’s, but she made up for it with her body. She had medium length blonde hair, and a fairly big forehead. On her chest, two fairly small but pronounced breasts sat comfortably, usually contained by a sports bra with the strap showing. She had no gut, sometimes even rocking a six-pack. Her thighs were shaped like a pear, and the booty shorts she wore barely covered the apex of their curves.