The Mystery Girl

"Ive done 14 years of school. You see one room you've seen them all." you say to yourself, sliding your phone away and following the mystery person. Why? You don't really know. Maybe its because you swore you recognized it. Maybe its because the person seemed to have a nice figure. Maybe you were drunk. You didn't know, but soon you found yourself chasing after this figure. You round the corner and see her duck into a room. You quickly close the distance and look inside, seeing... nothing? You scratch your head in confusion and walk inside. Its not that big of a room, just a small study area for students. There's no way out other than the door you came in, and to top it off, there are only a couple desks, neither of whic-

"SURPRISE!" You hear, and soon you find yourself tackled to the ground by what appears to be a pair of C cups with a girl attached. You stumble and flail your arms as you just barely catch yourself, missing the floor with your teeth. You groan and roll over, knowing only one person with boobs and a personailty like this.

"Hi Mary. What are you doing?"

"SHUSH! You don't get to ask the questions! Only I, the queen of stealth may ask the questions." she says, a silly but triumphant grin stretched across her face. She laughs a bit and pecks your cheek, sending a blush across your face as she looks into your eyes. You can feel yourself poking her, and she would have to be dull or numb to not feel it as well.

Then again, she is Mary Juarez. And she either doesn't notice or doesn't care as she moves herself back a bit and sits right on top of that bulge.

"Now... what were you doing following the Latina Queen?" she says sticking her tongue out.