Cat

Cat was a girl who loved to play games and who knew exactly how to wield her sexuality, a trait which endowed her with many paradoxes. On the one hand, she was energetic, funny, and always interesting, all positive traits. On the other, her highly flitatious nature, which drew many men to her like moths to a flame, pushed away many of the girls she knew and most of the more conservative boys around her. I lived just down the hall from her in the dorms, and I have to say that she was the most consistently scantily clad person in our hall. Her wardrobe seemed to consist primarily of tight blouses, small t-shirts that partially exposed her stomach, low cut jeans, short skirts, and thongs. She had a very slight (though perky) chest, and almost never wore a bra. Though she had a slim bust and a slimmer waist, she still had well proportioned hips and thus decent thighs and ass as well, though she always claimed she was putting on too much weight ("overloading the caboose", in her words). She was already well across the lines of "common decency;" there were several times when I almost crossed the line as well.