I met Laura the day I started graduate school at our program’s welcome night for new students. I had moved across the country to start this program in Oregon, found an apartment on craigslist, knew no one in the new city, and knew I needed to fuck her the moment I met her and her strikingly beautiful eyes. She was a new student in the program as well but was from the area, had attended the school prior for her undergraduate degree, and, because of her familiarity with the program faculty, had become a sort of de facto welcome leader for the program’s cohort. She was tall, probably 5’9″ – a couple inches shorter than me -, thin, and had those gorgeous doe-like eyes to fit her Zoe Dechanel like vibes. She was wearing a bright yellow dress, clearly showing off her pale skin, impressive tits, and long thin legs. She was probably a 7 or so by big city standards but she looked like a girl designed specifically to make me strain against my pants. She was fucking perfect. Artsy bangs, cute runner’s ass, and these full tits that had no business being on a girl that thin.