0 comments/ 70730 views/ 3 favorites Angie's Education Ch. 1 By: CNDPhD Angie stood at the edge of the sidewalk waving, as the red minivan pull away. Alone, she stood for the first time in her life. Her parents and her younger brother were in the van, leaving her standing alone to face her first day at college. To say she had lived a sheltered life would completely fail to capture the degree of social isolation she had experienced over the last six years. Yet, here she was, nineteen, a first year student at a small liberal arts college in central Michigan. A year older than all the other incoming students, Angie realized that was one of the smaller differences between her and them. For some reason that no one fully understood, Angie had not made a good transition from Elementary School to the middle grades. A year of poor performance had lead to her being held back a year. A lack of improvement the following year had lead to her parents’ decision to home school her. So, while her brother continued to attend public school, Angie had stayed home with her mother. Absorbing knowledge in a way she had never been able to in a typical classroom. At issue had never been her intelligence; rather it was her inability to deal with the increased pressures of socialization required during those awkward preteen years that had lead to further isolation. “Hey, don’t look so down in the dumps!” A friendly voice broke her thoughts, as she turned, she gave a slightly startled jump as she realized the speaker, was a boy, obviously not a first year student standing only a few feet behind her. With a casual grace she had never learned, the boy stepped closer and said, “I’m Jon, welcome to Andersen College.” Continuing as she tried to find something to say “I’m an RA in ‘Davidson’, the guys’ dorm over there, stop in and say ‘hey’ sometime.” With that he smiled again and walked away. Angie was left standing, numb, realizing she hadn’t said a word…”God, he must think I’m a moron…” she thought. With a soft sigh, she walked back into her new home “Chapman Court” the only “girls-only” dorm on campus, known to everyone as the ‘virgin-vault’. Jon dodged another van full of stereos and beanbag chairs and walked across the quad to his dorm. “Cute girl” he thought, “kind of odd, but cute.” With a smile he mentally undressed the silent student. Slim, long blonde hair, big brown eyes, small perky breasts under her “Andersen” t-shirt, and a tight little butt in those white shorts. “Wonder how long it will be ‘till some drunk frat boy is pile driving her?” With a chuckle, Jon walked into the RA office to get ready for the arrival of the upper classmen tomorrow. Angie climbed the stairs to her dorm room “Why did I bring all this junk?” she asked as she started to unpack. After about forty minutes of sorting through clothes and shoes, she heard a soft tap on the door. Opening, she was greeted by a short brunette and her parents. “Hi!” the girl said “I’m Tina, you must be Angie… this is so cool!” Angie met her new roommate and the girl’s parents she began to wonder what she had gotten herself into. This girl, “Tina” was everything she was not. Tina was full of personality, always laughing and joking.. the minute she walked in she sat her CD player on her desk and popped in a CD. The music filled the room and between cheerful comments and sidelong glances at her parents, Tina managed to compress her entire life into ten minutes of rambling monologue. As Tina’s dad lugged chest after chest of clothes up the stairs, Tina and her mother rapidly unpacked more clothes than Angie had ever seen. Continuing to organize her items, Angie realized it would take a minor miracle for her to fit a word in edge-wise as the good natured girl continued to fill the air with interesting but ultimately meaningless details about her high school friends, their problems, and how happy she was to be “FINALLY” going to college. Tina’s parents were saying goodbye, giving both girls a hug and pulling away. Only when Tina’s continuing conversation broke into her thoughts did Angie realize Tina’s dad had given her a $50 bill just as he had Tina. “For pizza and stuff” he had said. She had been too lost in thought to even thank him. The days went by quickly, adjusting to a new routine, learning how to find her way around campus, days spent in the classroom and lab, evenings spent in the library. Angie was a good student, to be fair with herself, she was an outstanding student. Better trained and better motivated than her peers. She found she liked college. There was none of that endless, overwhelming, peer pressure she had felt in public school. That endless aching need to be popular. Here, at Andersen, no one even noticed her. She moved in quiet anonymity through her days. In fact, other than her lab partners, Tina, and a few other girls on her hall, she hadn’t spoken to anyone at all. It was Friday evening and Angie was packing her book bag for her usual after supper trip to the library. “Oh no you don’t you bookwork!” laughed Tina. Pulling the chemistry book from Angie’s hand she continued “It’s Friday night, we are going to do something…” Stammering something about the important quiz on Monday, Angie realized Tina was sorting through her clothes, tossing things left and right. “Finally, yes, this will do…” turning to Angie, Tina held up a yellow cotton sundress. “Put this on.. “ she said, “…you can’t wear a sweatshirt to a party!” “A party, what is Tina talking about?” said Angie. “I don’t even know anyone.. why would I go to a party?” “Duuu… to meet someone… and with any luck not just one ‘someone’” laughed Tina. As Angie thought about this development, Tina pushed play on the CD player and began to change clothes. The girl had lost all self-consciousness after playing sports in high school. She readily tugged off her t-shirt and wiggled out of her jeans. Tina was a small girl, only 5’1 or so, with thick dark hair and green eyes. Her Mediterranean heritage was obvious in her olive skin and rounded figure. Despite her small size, she was very curvy. With full hips, thighs that were slightly chunky, and very large full breasts. As Angie turned away, she accidentally caught a glimpse of dark areolas and large, hard nipples, as well as a small patch of dark pubic hair as Tina bounced around the room to the music. “Well, are you going to get dressed or what?” Tina asked. Looking up from her history book, Angie answered “ahh.. well.. sure.” Looking around, Angie found the sundress and glanced at Tina. “Oh, go on…” Tina teased, knowing Angie had been skittish undressing in front of her. Turning away, Angie quickly stepped out of her jeans and pulled her sweatshirt over her head. “God, I wish I were as slim as you are..” Tina said, “maybe I should start running and going swimming with you!” “Sure, that would be great” Angie answered…”Where are we going anyway?” Putting the finishing touches on her make-up, Tina turned to Angie. “This guy, in my psyche class, invited me to a party. I said I would come if I could bring my roommate, so.. that’s where we are going.” “Oh, ok.” Angie wondered “Where does he live?” “He’s really cute, a sophomore, tall, really big hands.” Tina laughed, “He lives in Davidson.. It will be fun.. are you ready to go?” The party was everything Angie had thought it would be. Tina danced and laughed and talked with everyone. Angie had hung near the edges, not dancing and hardly talking. She didn’t drink any of the beer that everyone seemed to have. The only person she talked with to any degree had been Jon, the RA she had met, but hadn’t seen since, her first day on campus. He was nice enough, and seemed genuinely interested in talking. He hadn’t asked her to dance and he hadn’t tried to get her to have a beer. He had even kept a couple of the louder, more drunk boys away from her. Finally, about 12:30, Tina came over and asked if she was ready to go home. Stifling a yawn, Angie replied “I suppose, if you are.” and the girls made their way across the moon lit quad. A few times Angie had to support the slightly staggering Tina, obviously the beers had affected her more than she had realized. When they reached their dorm room, Tina turned on a small bedside lamp and began to undress. Again, Angie had to turn away as Tina’s rounded body was quickly exposed. Without bothering with her customary long t-shirt, Tina climbed under the covers and turned off the light. Standing in the silent darkness, Angie began to undress. Across the room from her, Tina lay in bed watching the silhouette of her quiet, nervous roommate outlined against the window curtain. Later that night, Angie awoke from a fitful sleep. She could hear a muffled buzzing and low rhythmic moans coming from Tina’s bed. Trying not to move, fearing to even breathe, Angie looked over. She could see Tina had kicked off her covers, her dark olive skin shown in the moonlight. Her knees were drawn up. Her head moved slowly from side to side. After a few seconds, Tina’s hand snaked its way over her rounded and tummy and up to her large breasts. Angie was in shock, “What is Tina doing?” she kept thinking to herself…. as her roommate cupped her left breast and pushed it up to meet her tongue. Angie watched as Tina licked and sucked her own nipple, all the while the buzzing grew louder and more obvious. After a few more seconds Tina’s moans grew louder and then ended abruptly with a long low groan. The only sound was the panting of Tina’s breath and the drumming of Angie’s heartbeat echoing in her ears. After a few minutes, Tina climbed out of bed and tugged on a robe. She left the room and Angie could hear the bathroom door open down the hall. It was only as Tina left the bathroom and started back down the hall to her room that she realized she had forgotten her key. “Damn…now I have to wake Angie.” she thought as she knocked slightly. A second later the door opened. Angie didn’t say anything, just stood there in her short pink cotton pajamas as she held the door for Tina. “I’m sorry, I forgot my key.” said Tina. “It’s ok” Angie said softly. The bright light from the hall fell diagonally across Tina’s bed. There in the middle of the crumpled sheets was a small pink cylinder about four inches long and no larger around than Angie’s little finger. As the girls’ eyes met, the realized they both had looked at it at the same time. Angie’s eyes blinded and Tina let out a little laugh. Busted…” she said, “sorry I woke you up, I was trying to be quiet.. but.. well.. you know.. sometimes.. “ she laughed again and shrugged off her robe and crawled into bed, hiding her soft brown curves and the pink cylinder at the same time. Angie stood silently for a minute and then got into her own bed. After a few minutes she worked up her courage and said “ahhh, Tina, .. ah, what.. what is that .. thing?” A soft giggle came from the nearby bed.. “God girl, are you still in Laura Engles Land?” again she giggled, “It’s a toy, a vib…” A what?” Angie asked softly. “It’s a girl’s best friend, a vibrator.” another giggle, “my mom picked it out for me and sent it in the last care package, with the oatmeal raisin cookies .She thought I would like it .. and she was right.” Angie's Education Ch. 2 The next morning dawned bright and cool, the first touches of autumn air were drifting down from Canada. Tina awoke with her usual cheerfulness. She seemed totally unphased by the events of the previous evening. Of course, Angie was far too shy to broach the subject. So the days passed. Two weeks slipped by without discussion or repetition of that nights odd activities. On Thursday evening Tina packed her bags for a trip to her hometown. It was to be homecoming weekend at her high school and, as reigning Queen, it was necessary for her to present the tiara to this year’s winner. This all seemed a somewhat odd and silly tradition to the home schooled Angie. But, as her vivacious roommate told her tale after tale from the previous year’s festivities, Angie could not help but laugh and catch, at least in part, the spirit of the event. Once Tina left early Friday morning, she took with her the temporary distraction of the homecoming. Angie fell into her routine of classes, workouts, and study. Friday night found her deep in her chemistry book when the library closing bell rang. Somewhat groggily, she arose from her study carol and made her way to the exit. Stopping for a bottle of water at the campus convenience store, she was once again reminded of how different her life was when compared to the lives of her fellow students. Dressed in party clothes, the half-drunk kids pressed about her as she paid for the water and headed for her dorm. Ahead of her she recognized a girl from her hall named Cindy. Cindy was Japanese-American, Angie knew her fairly well, although, as was the case with all the girls in the dorm, they could hardly be called friends. Cindy’s dad, a former professional baseball player had met and married her mom while playing in Japan. While Angie knew next to nothing about sports, the story had seemed wonderfully romantic. Cindy was a gymnast on the college team. Not quite five feet tall, she had taken most of her physical features from her mother and her athletic skill from her dad. For a moment, Angie considered calling out and walking the rest of the way to the dorm with Cindy. However, Cindy was not walking alone. Beside her was a boy Angie thought she recognized as one of the star players on the college soccer team. D’vante Shields, a mixed-race kid from one of the tougher neighborhoods of Detroit. Angie had heard Cindy and Tina talk about him at one of the matches the girls had gone to together a week or so ago. As the couple reached the girls’ dorm, Angie assumed they would say goodnight and part company. She was somewhat startled when D’vante opened the door for Cindy and they both entered the dorm. Boys could visit the “virgin-vault” bet never after 9:00 pm. While Angie was surprised by the ease with which Cindy broke the rule, she knew that boys did occasionally end up in the dorm late at night. Following slowly behind the couple, Angie walked towards her dorm. As Cindy and her friend entered her room, Angie caught a glimpse of D’vante’s hand caressing Cindy’s rounded flank. Angie blinked slowly as the door closed, and then walked to the next door along the hall and opened her room. Setting her books on her desk she took a sip of water and kicked off her shoes. Reaching under her pillow she pulled out her medium length cotton nightgown. Angie could hear Cindy’s door open, and then close, perhaps D’vante was on his way out of the dorm. Flipping off the room light, Angie lit a small scented candle and began to undress. Watching herself in the large door mirror, she pulled her sweatshirt over her head and kicked off her jeans. She looked at her reflection for a long time. Her blonde hair hung along her shoulders, fair skin contrasting with the black jog bra and black cotton panties she wore. Turning slightly, she could see the many hours of running and swimming were paying off, no “freshman fifteen” for her. If anything, she had become more toned from her workouts and Spartan schedule. Slipping out of her underwear, she could feel her nipples harden as a cool evening breeze ruffled the curtains that covered her window. While her breasts were small, she had very large, long, dark pink nipples that caused her constant embarrassment. It seemed only the highly restrictive fabric of a sports bra would keep them from being obvious. Giving her reflection a final glimpse, she slipped on her nightgown and headed to the bathroom to freshen-up before bed. She crossed the hall and opened the door to the large bathroom shared by all the girls on the hall. Walking past the stalls she could hear water running in the large open shower room. As she turned towards the sinks to brush her teeth, Angie could not help but glance into the open shower area. What she saw stopped her in mid-step. There, in “her” shower was D’vante Shields. His well-muscled body was wet, his caramel colored skin standing in sharp contrast to the light pink tiles of the shower wall behind him. But he was not alone. On her knees, in front of him, was Cindy. The Asian girl’s back was turned to Angie, but she could see her full round hips and strong thighs as she knelt in front of the boy. D’vante’s large hands were on Cindy’s head, fingers lost in the shiny wet blackness of her hair. Even more shocking than the fact that that D’vante was in the shower was the fact he was looking right at Angie. With a wink and a little smirk of a smile he slowly pushed Cindy’s head back. As he did so, she turned her head slightly to the side but kept her eyes closed. From her mouth sprung his long thick dark cock. Angie watched in shocked silence as the Asian girl licked up and down its length. When D’vante winked at Angie again, she almost dropped her toothbrush. Turning quickly, she ran for her room. Closing and locking the dorm room door behind her, Angie collapsed in shocked silence on her bed. Her mind was filled with the haunting images she had just witnessed. She could still see her friend on her knees, D’vante’s manhood standing straight out, the glistening of his skin, pulled tight over large muscles. Angie was shaking. The cool night air washed over her, and gradually the flush left her face. Moaning softly, as she once again pictured the size of his hard cock, she rolled over and closed her eyes. Sometime later, Angie was startled from her thoughts by sounds from outside her window. It took a few moments for her to realize the sounds were not actually from the ground below, but rather coming from the room next door. Cindy must have left her window open also. While at first the voices were muffled and indistinct, in time Angie found she could clearly make out what the couple was saying. “mmm baby, you look so good…” she could hear D’vante say. “I’m all yours ‘D’” purred Cindy in her slightly accented English. “Climb up on the bed and let me give you what you want.” demanded D’vante softly. Angie could hear soft moans and the boy’s deep laugh. After a few seconds Angie’s eyes flew open as she heard Cindy’s bed post strike the wall that separated the two girls’ rooms. A steady thumping ensued, as Angie could hear the moans increase in volume and intensity. “mmm you are such a tight little slut” said D’vante. “yes… yes… yes…” moaned Cindy. “You want more of this big black dick, don’t you bitch?” “yes baby, fuck me… harder” Cindy was almost crying. “You like this nigger cock more than those preppy little white boys who try to get it on with you? Don’t you?” “yes.. more… ‘D’… more… faster…” Angie was flushed and shaking again, she had never experienced anything like this before. Without thinking what she was doing, she pulled her nightgown over her head and let her hands roam over her body as she listened to the couple fuck in the next room. She could hear the passion building and her fingers caressed her breasts and mound in time with the thumping of Cindy’s headboard against the wall. “You want my cum on you, don’t you slut?” “God yes ‘D’ pull out and cum on me.” Cindy cried. As D’vante’s moans grew louder, Angie’s body began to shake in ways she had never experienced. Her entire being was pulsing. She could hear loud, wet splats followed by Cindy’s delighted squeal. Moaning softly, Angie experienced her first orgasm as she listened to the sounds of wet kisses and licks. Closing her eyes, she imagined what Cindy must have experienced. With those warm thoughts filling her head, she slowly drifted to sleep. Angie's Education, Ch. 3 Angie awoke with the bed sheets tangled between her legs. The morning sun and cold air washed over her nude form. She yawned lazily…and memories of the previous evening slowly filled her mind. Nipples achingly hard, she could feel the warmth flowing from her belly down to her mound. Moaning as her fingers explored the sensitive softness, she knew she needed more. Her mind flashed through the remembered images of D’vante’s beautiful cock. Rising from her bed, Angie walked to Tina’s dresser. Pulling open the drawer where Tina kept her large bras and tiny panties, Angie’s fingers wrapped around the small firm plastic cylinder of Tina’s vib. Returning to her bed, she turned the device on low, and began to caress her tummy and inner thighs with its inviting buzz. Moments later, she was exploring her outer folds, remembering how Cindy’s voice cried out for ‘D’s big cock. Pushing the tip of the vibrator into her opening, working it deeper, turning up the intensity, she imagined it was D’vante between her legs. As her tension and desire grew, she built to a powerful orgasm. But rather than stop as she had the night before, she continued to fuck herself with the small pink toy. A second, and then a third orgasm quickly followed. Turning off the vibrations, Angie slipped back to sleep with the vib between her open, tender pussy lips. Almost two hours later, Angie woke up for the second time. Laughing softly, she pulled on her long forgotten gown and walked to the bathroom. Cindy was exiting the shower again, alone this time, and the two girls exchanged morning pleasantries. It took all of Angie's control not to ask about Cindy’s evening. After a warm shower she returned to her room to continue her weekend studies. Because Angie had done well on her first round of exams, she had decided to give herself a break on Saturday night and attend a campus production of Shakespeare. The campus thespians were putting on a modernized version of Mac Beth, and Angie was interested in their interpretation. As evening fell, she dressed in a long, yet simple black skirt and oversized gray sweater. Taking a black shawl as a warp, she headed to the theater. Arriving just as the house lights were going down, she found a seat near the exit and relaxed to enjoy the first act. Somewhat confused by the dichotomy between the Elizabethan dialog and the modern costumes and sets, she found herself swept along by the Bard’s beautiful phrasing. At the end of the first act, she stood and left the theater with most of the audience. At the small concession stand, she got a diet coke and strolled around the room looking at a few of the paintings. As usual, not looking where she was going, she bumped into someone. Turning quickly she offered a jumbled apology. “Oh, that’s quite alright, actually I was coming to talk to you.” said the tall boy she had bumped into. It was Jon, the RA she had met and then later spoken to at the party she and Tina went to. Blushing slightly, Angie said. “Oh, ok, hi…” “Hi to you too.” Jon laughed softly. “Are you enjoying the play?” “Yes, very much, I have never seen it performed.” Angie admitted. “Well, I’m not sure tonight’s efforts fully count, but it is fun none-the-less.” again he laughed slightly. Angie didn’t notice as Jon’s eyes moved down her body and then back up to her blue eyes. “Are you here with someone?” he asked. Her cheeks blushed as she looked down. “Ah… no… No, I am alone.” Looking back up to him, she asked, “And where is your girlfriend?” With a warm laugh, he admitted, “She is dating someone else. Such is life!” As Angie struggled with what to say next, the house lights blinked twice. Looking around nervously, she wasn’t sure what to do with her unfinished drink. Jon reached out his hand, took the cup and casually, tossed it in the trash can behind her. “Hey, common, the play is about to start again, let’s go sit down.” With that, he softly took her hand and led her into the darkened theater. Because they were some of the last to return, they took seats near the door, in an isle where there was no one sitting. As Jon led them to their new seats, he continued to hold her hand. As they sat down, his hand still held hers. Angie was flustered, but too insecure to pull away. His skin felt warm, soft, and strangely dry, she knew her hand was cold and clammy and damp with her nervousness. As the play continued, she tried desperately to keep her attention focused on the actors. However, Jon’s hand, his occasional glances, and whispered statements left her dazed. After what seemed an excessively long time, the play came to an end. His hand left hers to quietly applaud the efforts, such as they were, of the college troupe. As the house lights came on, the both stood, as she turned for the isle, she found him turning towards her. Looking down at her, his smile easy and inviting. “Do you have plans for the rest of the evening, Angie?” he asked with his casual grace. “Well, I thought I might go back and read a chapter in my history book and get some sleep.” Angie answered, the blush rising along her neck as she watched his eyes travel up and down her body again. “God, that sounds awful. I’ll tell you what, I have a friend who is an art major, she had a gallery opening tonight, and there is always a small reception after. Let’s stop by there for a bit.” Taking her hand, he turned and softly drew her out of the isle and out of the theater. As they left the theater, the cool night wind hit them. A storm was coming in, and the temperature had dropped during the performance. As Angie turned slightly, her shawl was caught by the wind and slipped off her shoulder. As Jon reached to help her, she was very conscious of his eyes locking on her gray sweater. Her hardened nipples were plainly visible, stretching the fabric of both bra and sweater. Draping the shawl back around her, Jon said, “You must be cold, here, walk beside me, its only a little ways.” His arm wrapped around her slim shoulders protectively and she immediately felt the warmth of his body press against her side. She also noticed a warmth building inside her. Angie turned and looked up at him. “Thank you Jon.” As promised, the distance to the gallery was not great. Angie was almost sorry to see that they were there. Much to her surprise, she was enjoying walking with this tall, polite young man. The fact that they had been sharing the most intimate contact she had experienced with a boy since middle school made it even more amazing to her. As they entered the crowded gallery, she found herself pressed even closer to Jon. Together, they moved along the edge of the room, he guiding she following, until they found his friend. The featured artist, a sculptor, was laughing at the center of a group of older men, mid-30s and older. As Jon and Angie approached, the young woman, Allison, broke free from her ring of admirers and gave Jon a big hug and kiss on the cheek. Angie frowned slightly as the lovely redhead draped herself around the boy. “Ohhh I am so glad you made it!” squealed the auburn haired beauty. “I had almost given up hope…” pushing him away slightly, she glanced at Angie and said, “… and who is this lovely lady following in your wake??” Angie blushed slightly, and found herself drawn to Allison’s deep green eyes. With his easy going laugh, Jon replied, “Alli, this is Angie.” Angie extended her right hand but was shocked as Allison pulled her into the hug she was sharing with Jon. Allison was a large girl, not heavy, but tall and very full figured. As her long arm drew Angie to her, the shy young girl could feel the softness of Allison’s breasts press warmly against her body. Conscious of how hard her nipples were, Angie tired to pull away, but Alli’s arm kept her close even as she let Jon slip out of her grasp. “Come with me you two” she laughed, as she drew Angie with her to one of her nearby pieces. “This is the star of the show… tell me… what do you think??” she laughed again. The sculpture Allison pointed two was about eighteen inches high, carved from some soft stone, perhaps soapstone Angie thought, and depicted, in near perfect detail, two women entwined in a very passionate embrace. Angie had never seen anything so life-like, so intense, so magnetic. She could not take her eyes off it. Blinking twice, and remembering to close her mouth, she felt Allison pull her a little closer. “Do you like it? Oh, please say you do…” Allison whispered softly. “Ahhh… yes. Yes, its very attractive Allison, you… you have a lot of talent.” stuttered Angie. Behind the girls, Jon looked at the work. “Hmmmm… very nice Alli, who were the models? Or were you working from memory again?” he teased. “I’m not telling, especially no a big lunk like you Jon.” Allison displayed the tip of a very small, pink tongue that almost brushed Angie’s ear as she turned stick it out at Jon. Still dazed, Angie felt Allison relax her hold on her, and merrily spin away to laugh and tease other guests. Looking up at Jon, her face flushed, all she could say was “wow…” “Yeah, she has that effect on everyone, I should have warned you…” he laughed. Taking her hand, Jon led Angie across the room to where snacks were being served. Offering Angie a plate of crackers, cheese, and grapes, Jon took two glasses of white wine and nodded with his head towards a quiet corner of the gallery. “Think you can navigate us over there?” he asked with a wink. Angie was so unsure of herself, she found herself drinking the wine; and drinking it much faster than she would have thought prudent. Jon did not seem to mind, and managed to keep both their glasses full. The fell into a quiet, freely flowing conversation about the play, Allison’s art, and the genres of music they enjoyed. While they were lost in conversation, most of the crowd had left the gallery, only a handful of people remained. Stepping between them suddenly, Allison laughed and drew each to her. “So how are the newly hatched love birds? You two haven’t moved from this spot for an hour!” Angie blushed, and felt strangely giddy, the warmth of her flushed skin, the wine, and the sensual radiance from the woman pressed against her left her speechless. Once again, Jon came to the rescue, “We are wonderful, Alli, and how are you? Enjoying your moment in the sunshine?” The tall girl slapped the top of Jon’s head teasingly, “For that, worm, you will not be invited to any more openings, I’ll send the invitation to your girlfriend instead. Releasing him, Allison turned towards Angie and pulled her closer. Once again the taller girl's large breasts flowed against Angie’s body as she looked up into those impossibly green eyes. “You would come, wouldn’t you lovely Angie?” she said with the slightest hint of a pout. Perhaps it was the wine, or the moment, or something else altogether growing within her, but Angie found herself pressing into Allison’s embrace, she answered, “Yes, I would.” Allison nearly purred as she turned to look at Jon, “You see, she is nice… very nice.” Jon smiled openly, “Yes Alli, she is very nice indeed.” “The show is over and the gallery is about to close, what do you two want to do?” Allison asked, shifting Angie in her arms slightly such that their thighs touched and their beasts rubbed against each other. Angie’s small firm breasts and large hard nipples were nearly smothered by the larger girl's full softness. Unsure of what to do with her hands, Angie found that she had unconsciously wrapped her left arm around Allison’s waste and her fingers were softly grasping the full softness of the girl's ample hip. “Well, I can see what you have on your mind Alli…” Jon laughed, “…how about we go back to my place for a little while.” “mmmm yes, that would be wonderful, wouldn’t it Angie?” Allison purred again. Her mind reeling, her body responding and reacting on its own, Angie could only smile and nod that yes, she thought it would be nice.