A few years ago, a couple friends and I drove back down to our college town for alumni weekend (I’m currently 28, and was probably 22 at the time of this story) We all had great memories of college so any excuse to go back was a welcome one. Plus, some of our younger friends who still attended were going to be throwing a party at their house.
One of my classmates when I was in school was a foreign student named Peter. He was from France, and although we had a few classes together, I wasn’t very good friends with him; he was generally an unpleasant person and never very friendly. Nevertheless I saw him frequently throughout college and always thought of him as kind of a prick. His only redeeming quality was his younger sister, Anna, who came to our university as a freshman from France when Peter and I were seniors.
Anna was your classic blonde girl-next-door type. Super cute, rather shy, and constantly giving off an innocent, studious vibe. Her face was incredibly cute and though she dressed somewhat conservatively, her body was quite fine (think Starlight from The Boys lol). I only ever knew her by name during the one year we overlapped, but would always think about fucking her whenever I passed her on campus.