iHilary was getting bored. She sat staring off into space from her dorm window. Today was one of the times she wondered what made her go to school on the West coast. Far from home and few good friends, she started to feel all alone among the native Californians. As she watched the other students walk along the path below her window, she suddenly caught her breath as around the corner came an incredibly gorgeous guy. She watched intently as he walked by, admiring his sunbronzed muscles rippling under his shirt, the muscular legs, firm ass, the confident way he walked. She watched until he was out of sight, and finally looked around for something better to do. Her eyes lit on her bikini, thrown off-handedly over the back of a chair, next to a steamy romance novel. She grinned, thinking to herself, "Just what I need. Sunbathe on the roof and a little appropriate reading matter, considering my mood." She did have to admit to herself, she was horny as hell, and since she had nothing to for it, perhaps a nap in the sun might calm her nerves. She quickly changed into the bikini, pausing to admire herself in the mirror. She knew the only reason she had such trouble finding a man on campus was her own nerves. Her body was fine, better than fine. Her breasts were firm, and well-rounded, without seeming over large. She raised a hand to cup one, noting that it would just fill the palm of the average man. She slid her hands down her waist and over her gently rounded hips. Not an ounce of unappealing fat; her curves were just right. Everything about her screamed romance, if only she wouldn't get tongue-tied every time a good looking male so much as glanced at her!

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