There is this girl in my organic chemistry class named Courtney. Her legs are muscular, her breasts are about a 36D if my eyes are telling the truth, and she is about 5 foot 6. Her hair is blonde and her eyes are green. She likes to wear loose comfortable clothes, but on days when she is trying to make her boyfriend happy, she wears a tight top. I have talked to her some in classes, about her boyfriend. His name is Charlie and he is fairly good looking for a guy. The first time I ever talked to Courtney she was looking sad, and wearing a tight shirt with a push-up bra. Judging from past encounters, I could tell she had a fight with her boyfriend.

“Hey your name is Courtney right?” I asked her.

“Yea” she said un-enthusiastically.

“I’m Stephanie. I couldn’t help but notice you look upset. What’s the matter?”

Courtney responded “Well it’s nothing really… I just… I think my boyfriend has a crush on another girl and I’m getting a little jealous… I hate wearing these tight clothes that make me look slutty, but I have to get his attention somehow.”

“Well you look great, and not too slutty. He is lucky to have you and if he knows what’s best he would keep his eyes on the prize… you” I said back.

She smiled and thanked me. I could tell she was a lot happier that I said something. Ever since then we have sat next to each other in organic chemistry. We have become decent friends and text occasionally, usually about homework or questions about class. Oh just in case you were wondering she let me know her boyfriend couldn’t take his eyes of her that first day. Neither could I.

Yesterday I knew something was up. I walked into our lecture hall and noticed Courtney had her hair curled and a good deal of make up on. She had on dark red lip stick and was wearing a red crop top that was too tight for her chest. On top of that I could tell her breasts were pushed together more than ever before. The skirt she was wearing was tight at the top, and was hugging just beneath her hips. I could see a slight “V” line on her lower stomach, I could tell she was fit. It was a short blue skirt that flowered out around her mid-thigh. By the time I sat down I could feel my cunt swelling at the sight of her.

“Charlie?” I said.

“Yea.” Courtney replied.

“What happened this time?” I asked.

“I caught him kissing another girl at the Pike party last night… I can’t believe he even goes to those.