Priyanka

Leigh has been staring at Priyanka for weeks. The girl is absolutely gorgeous. Such perfect skin...such luscious lips...such round, perky tits. She may not have given any indication that she is either gay or promiscuous, but hey...they could at least be friends, right? And talking to her would at the very least give Leigh more time to stare.

So Leigh turns to introduce herself. "Hi," she says. "I'm Leigh."

Priyanka is a little taken aback, but she smiles. "Priyanka," she says, taking Leigh's extended hand.

Leigh shrugs. "I don't know about you, but I figure I can use a friend or two in this class. It's not really my thing. Do you have a study partner?"

Priyanka shakes her head, and that silky black hair waves in the air. "You're right though, it's a good idea. I'm a poli-sci major. That's why I'm taking this class my senior year," she says with a self-deprecating smirk.

"Same here! I'm more into sociology. So...what are you doing now?"

Priyanka puts up her hands. "I don't really have any plans. Wanna compare notes, see if we can make sense of this stuff?"

Leigh resists the urge to fist pump. "That's exactly what I was going to suggest. Let's do it."

Priyanka taps her chin. "Where could we go...there are a couple of coffee shops around campus, of course, but they'll be pretty crowded this time of day..."

Leigh gulps, then makes a suggestion. "We could go to my apartment. It's not too far from campus. Nice and quiet, not even any roommates."

Priyanka nods. "Sure! That sounds great. Let me gather my things."