Off to class

As you speed-walk over to class, you take in Miranda’s appearance. She’s the biggest lesbian you’ve ever met, constantly commenting on other girls she’s interested in. She’s also got massive boobs. You did her a favor once and did her laundry, sneaking a look at her cup size in the process just to sate your curiosity. Standing at around 5’4”, Miranda sports wildly disproportionate d-cups, but she has such amazing style that she always makes them look great. You’re slightly shorter than she is, so you’ve got to lengthen your strides to stay next to her. You glance over at her chest and notice that she’s not even wearing a bra under her crop-top today, and everything is bouncing around dangerously. Miranda clears her throat and meets your eyes, inquiring with a smug grin, “Are you checking me out?” Your face immediately flushes deep red, almost matching the bow in your hair as you scramble for words, “Ah, definitely not, I just noticed you weren’t wearing a bra today.” Her grin widens as she replies, “Course not, I’m trying to get my grade up in math.” You roll your eyes at her shamelessness, but you’re not surprised. You reach the main part of campus, which is bustling like Times Square as everyone rushes to get to class. You’re unsure who is garnering more looks- Miranda, the braless wonder, or you, with your bright clothes and friendly face.

You and Miranda go your separate ways for class, promising to meet up again for lunch. You daydream through class, allowing your mind to wander as you play out all sorts of scenarios. Time passes quickly, and before you know it, it’s lunch time. Before the professor is even finished dismissing the class, you’re out of your seat and making your way to the agreed upon spot.

These days, Miranda has taken to insisting on paying for meals. It’s a nice gesture and makes you feel even more girlish, and she doesn’t seem to be strapped for cash in the slightest. Even when you insist, she insists harder, so it’s easier to just accept it and avoid causing a scene. Though the table at the small sandwich shop had the seats across from each other, Miranda moves the chair over so that she’s seated right next to you. It’s slightly uncomfortable with her so close, and you feel self-conscious when it seems like she’s studying your face. That’s why you hardly notice when she puts her arm around the back of your chair and begins to play with the loose strands of your hair.

You usually aren’t very aware when people flirt with you, because who would be interested in someone like you, who is pretending virtually every second of every day? But you’ve definitely caught on to how strangely flirtatious Miranda has been acting lately. Even then, you’re convinced she might be onto you, making fun of you somehow. She hasn’t directly come out and said anything, though, so you’re content to let her buy you lunch and do what she likes so long as she remains your friend.

The semester continues on this way, and you and Miranda grow closer and closer as you continue to be around each other all the time. Miranda keeps getting bolder with her actions, and her crush is causing you to panic because you’re still not sure if she knows your secret. You’ve gotten into the habit of kissing each other on the cheek when meeting up for mid-day meals. Miranda doesn’t always go for your cheek, however, and you can’t remember when exactly she started licking at your neck instead. It’s a quick exchange, and she always laughs off any complaints on your part, but oftentimes it leaves your mind blank with a faint sense of yearning.