Well, Go to Lunch

Leaving the office, I stepped out into the hallway and started walking toward the cafeteria. Or "Commons" like the staff was obligated to refer to it as and pretend was natural.

Luckily, I was starting to get the hang of this whole nudity-and-public-masturbation thing. Just have to find Kathy and Tori, then make our way to our-

"HEY! HEY WAIT UP!"

Oh.

Heather.

I stood there, stroking, while Heather ran up to me through the crowd. Heather is a very "energized" girl. People generally had mixed feelings about her because of how... loud she could be.

One would think that would make it hard to explain why she was popular. Fortunately for her though, she had one great advantage.

She was hot.

By God she was hot.

Long shapely legs, breasts bigger than oranges, with her slightly curled hair framing a happy, stunning face. Her arms had a thickness to them, something carried to her thighs; not fat but rather a welcoming softness. She had the sort of body you want to hold, squeeze against you and just show off how much better you are for being the one to have her.

That said, she didn't just live on the obnoxious-fun spectrum, she swam in it. She dived into it. She did breaststrokes in the spectrum

In a bikini.

Like her Stars and Stripes bikini.

Her tight Stars and Stripes bikini.

Like the Stars and Stripes bikini top she was wearing under a jean jacket.