Francesca in decides to move off campus for her second year at university.
She stumbles upon an awesome apartment made out of the upper floors of an old house, a short walk from campus.
She meets her future roommates Sasha and Isabella.
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Isabella shook her head, still in disbelief. "Absolutely beautiful." She perused my whole figure with her eyes now, from my chest down to my naked waist to my bare calves and sandaled feet. Then she went back to her original position on the couch, with her leg up on the cushion. Her jean shorts barely reached down to her thigh. It was hot, and she was looking slightly sweaty, everywhere, now. She was like an artist, a queen of nasty and sexy. I wanted what she had.
"Oh, I'm not...I'm not a lesbian."
Isabella's eyes widened. Then she offered a belittling, patronizing, sympathetic pout. She indicated my thighs, still pressed close together. "Now honey, that's hardly what your body is saying."
I shook my head despondently. "No, no, honestly, I'm really not-." But as I spoke, she wound her body up into this libidinous posture, and I couldn't help thinking how I wanted to press my nose against her sweaty flesh and take in her scent, how I wanted more and more for her to pull up her shirt again, so that I could peep a second time at her inexplicable cone-tits. "Well..." I said. What?!? I was back-pedalling? Did I understand what I was effectively admitting to? "I mean, I..." Our eyes locked. Her brows were raised. I wished I knew where she was coming from, what was the right thing to say.
