The girl in front of her

When the professor dismisses the class, Leigh swallows hard and forces herself to approach the girl in the green shirt. She is taking her time getting ready to go, which encourages Leigh--she probably doesn't need to be anywhere immediately.

Leigh stares for just a second as she gets close. The white girl is indeed not wearing a bra, as her nipples can attest. Her breasts are probably a little smaller than Leigh's, maybe B cups. And that shirt just refuses to make contact with her jeans, unabashedly displaying her belly button. Leigh opens her mouth, hoping the girl hasn't noticed Leigh's staring.

"Hi, I'm Leigh," is the best she can come up with.

To her pleasant surprise, the girl smiles broadly and extends her hand. "I'm Avery. It's nice to meet you, Leigh."

Leigh shakes Avery's hand, admiring the girl's smooth soft skin and holding on just a little too long. "Would you uh..." Leigh starts, then falters. She takes a deep breath. "Would you like to study with me, maybe? I could use someone to bounce these ideas around with."

To her surprise, Avery laughs and shakes her head. "No thanks. I'll be honest, I'm really just planning on coasting through this class. I was a bio major, but I just switched, but it was too late to drop without charged. So I'm taking it pass/fail."

Leigh nods sadly and turns to go, but Avery interrupts. "However, I uh," she says, smiling big, "would certainly enjoy getting more familiar with you."

Something about Avery's tone sends blood rushing to Leigh's face. "W-what?"

Avery shrugs. "You're really cute. I'd love to get the chance to spend some time with you." She squints. "I don't know if you swing that way though."

It's Leigh's turn to shrug. "I might," she says with a laugh.

"Might is good enough for me. How about I take you out for a fancy food truck lunch?"

Leigh's heart pounds so hard in her ears she can barely hear. Is this for real? In lieu of words, Leigh just nods, and Avery nods toward the doorway. They exit together and Avery leads the way to the quad, where every day around this time local food vendors park their trucks to make a few bucks on starving college kids.

Avery buys them both empanadas as they chat. Leigh barely pays attention to the conversation, instead staring lustily at Avery and astounded by the fact that she is showing interest. They sit on the grass and eat, and Avery makes no secret of the fact that she is checking Leigh out as she chews.

When they're done, Avery leans forward, elbows on her knees. "So. Has anyone ever told you you have really great tits?"

Leigh stutters in surprise. "I uh...yeah once or twice." She glances down. Her boobs aren't exactly hidden in her V-neck t-shirt, but nor are they nearly as much on display as Avery's. Leigh stares at them now, emboldened by Avery's directness. "You do too."

"Thanks!" Avery says, grabbing hold of them. "I don't really ever wear a bra. All they do is hide my tits, and they're one of my best assets." She scoots closer to Leigh and leans in conspiratorily. "To be honest, I basically never wear panties, either."

Leigh's feeling clever. "Another one of your best assets?" she says with a half-grin.

Avery laughs loudly. "Damn right." She places a hand on Leigh's leg. "You interested in seeing for yourself?" Leigh has tunnel vision. She has no idea how to respond, but suddenly her pussy is soaking wet. Avery continues, breaking the silence. "Because there's nothing I'd like more right now than to bury my face between your thighs."

"Yes!" Leigh blurts out, all but yelling. Her eyes widen in embarrassment.

"Oh thank god," Avery says, grabbing Leigh's hand and pulling her to her feet. "It was going to be real embarrassing if you'd said no. Let's go."