I am a 20 year old brunette with a good body; I have a 36B chest and have curves in all the right places. I am single, although I’ve had many lesbian affairs since the end of high school. I’m now going to uni and am doing a modelling course.

Although all the girls in my course were good looking, there was one girl who really caught my eye. Her name was Charlotte, she was blonde and like me had a 36B rack, her body was perfect, but the best part was her face, it was like that of a goddess.
That face had brought me too many an orgasm just thinking about it.

One time my friend, Hannah, caught me staring at her across the room and said, “Hey, don’t set the bar too high; she is the coolest girl in the whole course.”

“I know, it’s just she’s so beautiful.”

“I know, but like I said she’s the coolest girl in the whole course, not to mention the fact that she’s always surrounded by a group of her friends and you know what they’re like, you’d never get her alone to ask out without the whole uni knowing about it.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

Later that week it was announced that there was going to be a massive party and everyone was invited. So when the night of the party came, I decided to where a t-shirt and a short skirt with no bra. So there I was, dancing and drinking the night away. Once, I attempted to dance with Charlotte, but she was always occupied with dancing with someone else. Depressed, I went and sat down in the corner.

I just sat there swirling my glass of orange + vodka, watching it splash over the sides.

“You’re not going to be doing that all night, are you?”

The question startled me, and I looked up to see Charlotte standing before me.

“Nah, I’ll probably go home soon anyway.”

“Why?”

“Cause there’s nothing for me to do here.”

“Yes there is, you can come dance with me.”

Finally I was getting what I had wanted for so long, to have even just a few minutes dancing with her, but I decided it was probably a joke and I didn’t want to be the laughing stock of the entire uni.

“I don’t feel like dancing at the moment.”

She lowered her gaze to the floor as if she was disappointed. I felt a slight pang of guilt but decided it was nothing. After a minute she finally raised her head to look me in the eye.

“Well, if that’s the case we can go back to my place. It’s just a few blocks away.”

And with that she turned and went to gather up her things. She came back grabbed my hand and pulled me out the door and onto the street.

As we were walking down the street it began to rain, and I watched as she went from beautiful to being unbelievably sexy. Despite the rain, I could feel myself getting hot between my legs.

When we reached her house we were soaked, and I was glad because that meant I wouldn’t have to explain the wetness between my legs. She opened the door and immediately went and turned the shower on. By the time she came back I was shivering uncontrollably.

“Poor baby, you look really cold. Why don’t you go