Laurie's a Good Girl

This story is being written a branch at a time: Whichever path you choose, you will either reach a clear ending, or the branch I am currently writing.

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Laurie was a cute young lady. You wouldn't call her "sexy", or "hot". Although she had D-cup breasts, a curvy figure, and a round backside, her demeanour was far too sweet. Her smile was warm and charming rather than sultry; her wardrobe favoured cardigans and trainers rather than short skirts and high heels. She was pretty, friendly and very slightly plump. Laurie stood 5' 3", with her straight brown hair cut in a neat bob.

Laurie was 21 years old, midway through the third year of her chemistry degree. She had followed Alex, her hometown boyfriend, to university. She was smart and hard working, although no genius - she regretted not studying History of Art every time she wrote down a formula. Alex, on the other hand, was top of the class. He was a slightly nerdy, and seriously focused guy. He loved Laurie, and she loved him. She sometimes wondered if it had been a mistake to come to the same university though - being so close in the first two years had cut her out of the drinking and clubbing scene, and left her with few friends at her college.

The university housed students all the way through their course, grouping them by subject - as such, Laurie and Alex lived in separate apartment buildings. Laurie's bedroom shared a kitchen with one other room, occupied by another chemistry student picked by the university at random.

The final year of the degree was stressful - Alex studied late, meaning they hardly spent any time together. Laurie found herself stretched to the limits of her academic abilities, and spent evening after evening frustrated by her studies and by her loneliness.

It is on one such frustrating evening that our story begins.