It had been one of the worst days of my life. I was waiting outside of one of the buildings on campus waiting for my boyfriend of a year to come pick me up, when I got a text from him saying he was busy fucking someone else, and couldn't come pick me up. What a way to break up!
I started my long trek home, considering I live a couple of miles off campus, with the sun setting. I was really upset, and completely overdressed to be hiking my way home. I was wearing a cute peasant skirt that covered my ankles and a little tube top that could barely conceal my very perky size C breasts. I was always receiving the attention from men, and I liked it. My green eyes and dark exotic hair topped off the package.
About half a mile away from campus I encountered a creepy looking man. He asked if I had seen his dog. He was holding an empty dog collar in his hand, but I was weary none the less.
"I'm sorry," I said quietly, "I haven't seen your puppy." I started to walk faster, but the man was relentless.
"Well, would you like to see him?" He said under his breath. I panicked at that point, and took off running. I was in my neighborhood now, but my apartment was quite a ways away, and after kicking off my heels and sprinting, my skirts tripped me up and I fell to the pavement. The man was on me in an instant, and tore away most of my skirt in a second. I screamed and he hit me across the jaw. His mouth covered my breast as he fumbled around with his belt. And he managed to stick a few clumsy and bulky fingers in my pussy, before a pair of headlights came on in front of us and he took off running in the other direction.
I was so stunned, I couldn't move, so I laid there on the pavement as I heard footsteps approaching from the car. A breast had worked its way over my tube top, and my skirt laid in tatters around me. I must have looked quite pitiful with bleeding palms and tears streaking down my cheeks.
"Are you okay?" A familiar sounding voice boomed from behind the lights.
When a man's shirt was placed around my shoulders and two strong arms picked me up, I looked up into the face of my roommate's boyfriend, Gary. His brows were crinkled with anger, and the muscles in his neck were clenched. I was so overjoyed, that I clung to him with all the strength I had left.
My Lori, my roommate, was the luckiest woman in the world. Because, Gary is the greatest guy you will ever meet. Tall, chiseled body, dark hair, eyes, and skin, he looked like a god. And he treats her like a goddess on a pedestal, and yet still filled with passion. Whenever he comes over he makes a point to catch up with me, always friendly and concerned. We have so much in common; sometimes I wonder what it would be like to date him myself.
Lori has a typical model frame. Little breasts, tiny ass, tight stomach, and I figured Gary liked that type until one day at our apartment pool when I caught him staring at my sunbathing body. Lori and he were complete opposites, and I think that worked for them. Their sex life was amazing, from what I could hear through the walls. And I had even masturbated to the sound of the creaking mattress and Lori and Gary's moans.
But now, seeing the anger in his eyes, he looked like a completely different person. Not the gentle Gary, but someone else all together. I knew he would have killed that man, if he hadn't have run away. I couldn't bring myself to talk. But Gary kept me calm by whispering in my ear.
