I was in my first year of undergrad when I met the crowd that Sara hung out with. They knew how to have a good time without getting stupid and trashing the entire neighborhood, so I was always up for a night with them. The guys were a laugh riot and the girls were great-looking–add booze and some lax RAs to the mix and we had a recipe for a lot of dorm fun.
My eyes were initially drawn to Jay–she was 5'8" with dark brown hair, a pretty face, and some amazing hips. What really had me distracted, though, were her breasts. She never wore anything revealing, but her chest was too big to hide, and the shape…needless to say, I was a bit preoccupied. So much so that I failed to notice Sara properly the first few times we hung out.
Sara was an adorable short brunette with gorgeous pale skin. Her breasts weren't huge–B cups–but they had a great shape to them and her perfect skin only made them better. She tended to wear fairly revealing tops, and I snuck a few glances when I thought she wasn't looking.