Who is that girl? Kirsty thought as she looked across the college bar she regularly frequented, sipping her bacardi and coke. Intrigued she stared long and hard as the pretty brunette strutted towards the dance floor, her short, purple dress hugging her petite frame perfectly.
Now Kirsty knew she wasn't doing too badly in the looks department herself. She liked to keep in shape and the C-cup breasts that capped off her well sculpted figure meant the eighteen year old student was never short of onlookers. However even she looked on jealously at the amount of heads this girl was turning, mostly guys ogling her tight bum and shapely well-tanned legs.
"Who's that?" She asked her friend Jenny as she ran her fingers through her shoulder length blonde hair. "I don't think I've seen her in here before".
"Oh her," Jenny, a luscious redhead with curves in all the right places, replied nonchalantly as she followed her friends gaze. "I don't know her name; she's in my psychology classes though. I think she's in the same dorm block as us as well."
"Well she sure knows how to get a guy's attention," muttered Kirsty as she watched her sexily grind her round behind into the groin of the young man she was dancing with.
"Oh for sure," remarked Jenny back. "It's weird we haven't noticed her in here before though."
"Well I know I'd love to have a piece of her," smiled Kirsty. Jenny smiled back. As one of the freshman's closest friends she was one the few people who knew that she swung both ways.
After a couple more drinks Kirsty and Jenny headed home. However for the blonde it was a restless night. Her pussy was on fire as she thought about the brunette from the bar and she just couldn't stop herself dabbing a couple of fingers into her hot little box. She had to see her again. But how?
Three days later, Kirsty's memory of the brunette from the bar had almost completely evaporated and that night at the bar had been chalked up as one of many drunken college nights. However that afternoon in the laundrette her consciousness was suddenly rejuvenated. As the blonde rifled through her laundry sorting it for washing her head was turned as someone wondered into the shop. Although she appeared much shorter now (five foot four at the most) wearing flip flops rather than the four inch heels she had donned that night, there was no mistaking those silky, bronze legs that caught Kirsty's eyes that night. Much like that evening, her attire left very little to the imagination. A pair of tight denim hot pants presented her small, perky bum just perfectly whilst her white vest top revealed just enough of her shoulders and small cleavage to be sexy but not slutty. Today her dark brunette hair was tied back into a ponytail that fell to the middle of her neck whilst her hazel eyes were hidden by a pair of cute, white framed sunglasses.
Shit what do I say? Kirsty thought as she quickly buried her head in her washing. Normally she was never short of confidence but there was something about this girl that just completely captivated her.
"Oh hi there," Kirsty said trying to sound as casual as possible. "I don't suppose you have change for a fiver, I didn't realise these machines only take pound coins."
"Well um sure I guess," she replied, barely looking up from her phone before fetching her purse from inside her bag.
"My name's Kirsty by the way," the blonde continued. "I'm a freshman here what about you?"
"Same," she replied, although she couldn't have seemed less interested. "I'm Sophie."
"Nice to meet you Sophie," Kirsty smiled, desperately trying to ignite some life into the conversation. "Perhaps we should hang out sometime?"
"Err sure maybe," said Sophie. With that she exchanged Kirsty's five pound note for some coins and went about sorting her own washing.
Fucking bitch! Kirsty thought to herself. She had barely even given her a second glance. Oh well it would be so much sweeter when she finally had her kneeling in front of her licking her snatch dry.
Later that day, Kirsty met up with Jenny on campus for a spot of lunch and decided to recap the events of that morning.
"And she didn't even give me a second glance, I couldn't believe it!" She exclaimed as she munched on her chicken salad. "It's like she thought she was above me or something."
"I was talking about her with someone in my class today," Jenny replied. "Apparently she's from a really rich family and went to some private school at the other end of the country."
"No wonder she looked at me as if I was dirt then."
"And here's something that's more interesting," Jenny continued. "Apparently she's had quite a strong family and Christian upbringing. She had a long term boyfriend back home but never..."
"So all that bumping and grinding in the bar the other night," Kirsty interrupted. "That's all an act?"
"You've got it," the redhead responded. "Apparently she's a total cock tease. She'll grind on a guy like that all night but never go any further."
"Wow," Kirsty smiled to herself. "Sounds like this daddy's girl needs corrupting."
"Ha I don't know about that," said Jenny as she returned her friend's smile. "Sounds like she's quite the wannabe slut already. But I'm sure you'll have her eating out of your hand in no time."
"That's not the only thing she'll be eating out of I hope," said Kirsty grinning again.
Two days later it was Saturday and Kirsty was preparing for another night out. Tonight however was different. Jenny had tipped her off via a friend of a friend that Sophie would be heading out tonight as well and she knew that to make any impression on the petite brunette, she would have to dress to kill. As she finished applying her makeup Kirsty looked herself up and down in her full length mirror in her dorm room with a smug sense of satisfaction. The navy blue vest top she had chosen hugged her flat stomach perfectly and was low cut enough to reveal just enough of her perky C-cup breasts that would make anyone desperate to see more. Meanwhile the white pencil skirt she adorned left much of her thighs uncovered and accentuated her sumptuous ass perfectly. She rounded off her outfit with a pair of strappy, brown leather heels that revealed her very sexy blue painted toe nails.
After meeting Jenny who was dressed slightly more conservatively in pair of tight fitting jeans and a leather jacket that hugged her ample bust tightly, the two of them headed for the same bar where they had first seen Sophie earlier in the week. Before long they were steadily drinking the night away with their fellow students and Kirsty was pleased to notice that she turned more than a few heads whenever she went to the bar to get more drinks.
After what seemed like an age to Kirsty, the person she was waiting for finally arrived. With a couple of friends in tow, Sophie meandered through the crowds of people towards the bar. As she watched the brunette order a drink and then move towards the dance floor, Kirsty once again was mesmerised by her beauty. In a pair of cream heels that added at least four inches to her height and a short pink dress that hugged her slight frame immaculately, she could barely take her eyes off her as her body moved elegantly in time with the thumping RnB that was playing. This was it. She had to have her.
Whilst continuing to make polite conversation with her group of friends, Kirsty now constantly had one eye on the dance floor as she meticulously analysed Sophie's movements. She looked on in envy as gradually a throng of male admirers being to assimilate to where her and her friends were dancing. Eventually she saw her chance. She rose to her feet as she noticed Sophie slowly traversing towards the bar for another drink.
"Hey nice moves over there," said Kirsty, struggling to raise her voice over the blaring music. "Remember me?"
"Err yea kinda," she responded. That chance meeting in the laundrette obviously hadn't stuck in her memory as well as it Kirsty's.
"Well how about I get this drink? I'd really like to get to know you better."
