It was late spring in the Northwest, and my Literature of Philosophy class met outside, in the gorgeous April sun, as the professor read Voltaire in his thick French accent. It was an inter-discipline class, and upper level, so there were only about 8 bored students sitting quietly in the grass pretending to listen, but actually taking in sun and covertly watching a rowdy game of Ultimate that was happening across the quad.
I sat close to Miranda, a lovely white junior. She was dressed in a brown tank top that could not disguise her huge plump breasts, even though she was clearly wearing a strong bra underneath. Miranda pushed a lock of long blondish brown hair out of her face, and I noticed that she had a cute lovely silver loop in one nostril, and that her eyes, gleaming in the bright sun, seemed hazel with flecks of gold. She was wearing jeans over her skinny co-ed legs, which might have been a poor choice, since temperatures were sweltering. I was in a light T shirt and loose khaki shorts, which were not only cooler, but worked well at hiding the half hard boner I was getting as I gazed at Miranda’s close up tits. I saw a bead of sweat go down the side of her neck, toward the middle of her cleavage, and almost reached out to wipe it off of her fair skin- but caught myself just in time.