Subject: Merida Quinn, Hot College Student

The gentle breeze blew through Merida Quinn's long red hair. She felt it brush across her body as she did her usual early morning walk to her University. Her dark blue backpack was filled to the brim and pulled down on her shoulders with every step. She had always preferred practicality to form, though her body didn't show it. That was largely independent of her efforts, but she did run and generally try to keep in shape. Still, she was genetically blessed with a tall, curvaceous body.

As she walked she could sense the few people that were up and also heading to school stealing glances at her, which she didn't exactly mind. She liked how her thin midriff combined with her above average, pert breasts, round bubble butt, and thick but athletic thighs to create her figure, and found others noticing to be validating. Still, she was occasionally creeped out by longer stares, and sometimes wished people wouldn't so obviously stare at her body, or even her luscious lips or green eyes. She rarely used makeup, let alone really groomed herself, and always thought of herself as sort of a tomboy, but her figure was such that others rarely saw it.

The clothes she tended to wear were relatively thick and unflattering however, and did hide some of her natural beauty. She often wore something akin to what she had on now, which was a thick, gray jacket with no insignias and yoga pants. Her hair was, as usual, in a simple ponytail that hung halfway down her back. Comfort and usefulness were ultimately the things she primarily cared about, so that was usually enough for her.

As she walked, Merida breathed deeply, taking in the morning air. She calmed herself by paying attention to the bird's chirping and listening to the dry fall leaves quietly rustling. Having sufficiently calmed herself, her mind turned to her day. She checked in her head that she had indeed done all of the homework she needed to do, and then thought about all of the physics and engineering classes she would have to attend. Now that she was in her third year of undergraduate studies all of her courses were focused on her major, and she had some flexibility in choosing courses that would help her conduct research in her chosen field. Merida smiled, feeling good about the day ahead, and went back to taking in the scenery. Soon, she experienced a strong compulsion to stop by Matt Smith's house on the way.

Merida stopped walking for a moment, and shook her head, trying to clear it. She wasn't sure why she would want to go to Matt's house, and she certainly didn't feel she had the time. Her normal routine gave her time to acclimate to the campus and mentally prepare. She wouldn't give that up under any normal circumstances, but she decided to pay Matt a visit anyways. She took a left instead of continuing straight at the corner she was at, and tried to figure out why she would want to see Matt.

It's not as if Merida disliked him; on the contrary, she considered him to be a decent friend. Though perhaps more on the acquaintance side than the friend side of things. He too was a physics major, but unlike her he seemed to be more concerned with making friends and having a good college experience than setting himself up for any sort of post-graduation success. He even still lived with his mother and sister, whereas Merida had lived on her own since entering college. She enjoyed talking to him on occasion, and thought he was nice enough, if a little lazy. Still, the only reason Merida even knew where he lived was because she had to guide him to the bus one day when he got incredibly drunk. She still remembered how **** he had been, as well as how much it had distracted from her studies, but she ultimately didn't mind helping out a friend.

As she walked, she took in the people leaving their houses for the day. Many of them seemed to be college students like herself, and there were more of them out and about than she was accustomed to. Usually, she was already at school and getting ready for the day. Finally, she saw Matt's house approaching. She stopped for a moment on the driveway, thinking about whether she should really even knock, but she decided that it was a good idea and that she should just move on with it. Merida walked up to the door and knocked, and Matt opened the door before she could even finish.

He seemed surprised to see her, but Merida also felt as though he seemed strangely excited. Matt said, "Hey, I didn't expect to see you. Did you want to come in, or what's up?"

"Yeah, I'll come in," Merida said, still somewhat confused.

"Great, come on then," Matt said as he stepped to the side. Merida entered the room and he watched her from behind for a moment before shutting the door. They walked into the living room, which was attached to the kitchen. He continued, "So, did you want anything specific, or did you just want to say hello?"

The clock on the wall ticked forward, and Merida started to get stressed about missing her class, though it was in an hour. Then a feeling of calm suddenly washed over her and she felt as though it would be fine if she showed up right on time, or even a little late. She settled onto a couch and said, "Um, I guess just to say hi, maybe kill some time before class."

"Cool, fine by me," Matt said with a grin.

A voice called out from around the corner, saying, "Matt, honey, do you have company? Make sure you get ready."

Matt rolled his eyes, and Merida watched him turn to a stack of papers while pulling out a red pen. Curious, she asked, "What's that?"

He looked up at her, seemingly panicked for a moment, and then hunched back down over the papers. He turned a few and said, "It's just some papers for my literature class. I have to write a play and I've been editing the script, trying to make sure I don't fail again."

He chuckled, but Merida's brows furrowed. Something seemed off, especially since Matt was actually doing work. But she realized that he must just care a little more now, and stopped thinking about it. Her curiosity about the script was sated, and she gave him privacy, not wanting to intrude on his work if he didn't explicitly tell her she could.

Matt's mom, Cindy, came around the corner. Upon seeing Merida, she gave a slight start and said, "Wow, hi there. Who are you? Does Matt know you from University?"

"Yeah," Merida replied, "We're in the same major and hang out sometimes. I'm Merida, and you must be Cindy?"

"Interesting, I'm glad to meet you," Cindy replies with a smile. "And yes, indeed I am." The laundry that she wants to do for Matt suddenly seems pressing to her, so she decides to do that. Her face clouds for a moment, and she wonders why she would do something like that when her son was perfectly capable, but she finally shrugged and said, "Well, I have to do some laundry and other chores, but I'll see you around while I'm doing it I suppose.

As she leaves, Merida finds her eyes drawn to Cindy's swaying ass, and she feels herself becoming aroused. Confusion flits across her face, but she files the image away in her mind to masturbate to the next time she does. She notices Matt writing furiously, but lets him be until he finally stops. Once he seems finished, she says "So, want to make out?"

She immediately starts to panic, and starts to apologize before moving on to what she meant to say. After a moment's thought, however, she realized that she had said what she wanted to, and that a kiss would be a perfectly normal way to start a conversation with Matt now that they were settled in.

"Sure," he replied, somewhat nonchalantly. Merida thought it was a bit strange and that he seemed a little too excited, but still got up and passionately kissed Matt. Their lips interlocked and their bodies rubbed together for several drawn out second before they broke apart, gasping for breath.

Merida proceeded to lean forward, pushing her tits into his face, and twisted her torso so as to rub his face in them while she reached down and lightly caressed his crotch, as she thought females should after they kiss a man. After they broke apart she found herself wondering why that would be, and started to feel strange about it. But she did think a woman should do as she had done, so she just sat down on the couch again.

Having gone through all of this, she finally said, "So, got any plans for the day?"

Matt seemed to think for a moment, and then said, "Well, I'll probably go to some classes, but otherwise not really. You?"

"Not much beyond the usual," Merida responded. "I'll be going to class until later tonight, and I'll probably just make dinner when I get home before going straight to bed. Tomorrow I'll probably use my Saturday to clean and maybe run, but we'll see I guess."

"I suppose so," he said with a small smirk.

Just then Cindy came back in and looked crossly at Matt before saying, "Hey, get ready for school young man, you shouldn't slack off so much." She turned to Merida and said, "Sorry, I just need him to get to school today."

"No problem, I understand," Merida replied. She started to get up to leave, but then realized that she hadn't given Cindy's bountiful tits the customary goodbye squeeze. She grabbed her things, then reached out and squished Cindy's boobs in her hands a few times. As she did she felt a surge of arousal and nearly came, her legs twisting together around her crotch as her ass slightly shook in her yoga pants.

Cindy seemed shocked silent for a moment, but then realized that this was the customary way to say goodbye. She too nearly came when Merida touched her boobs, and she stayed aroused when Merida let go, but she knew she couldn't cum for now. She wondered why she felt this way, but simply said, "Well, it was nice to meet you. I hope to see you around."

"Same here," Merida responded. She looked over to Matt, who seemed focused on his work again, and said, "Bye Matt, see you around."

"Bye," he said without looking up, "We should meet up tomorrow sometime."

Something still seemed off to her, but Merida brushed it off and decided that would be a great idea. "Sure, sounds good," she said. Cindy left, and Matt walked Merida to the door.

"See ya," he said as he opened the door.

"Yeah, of course," she responded, finally walking out to resume her day. As she started heading towards the University she found herself losing focus and fantasizing about having all kinds of sexual encounters with Matt and/or his mom. She was shocked as these came on and tried to stop them, but then they started to feel more normal and she became more accepting of the increasingly devious sexual acts she was considering. She hoped she could stop in time to focus for classes and the work she had that day. Still, she somehow knew that she would have these thoughts periodically throughout the day and would always find them distracting, engaging, and arousing. She simply sighed, grabbed the straps on her backpack, and walked on.