Anyways, let me give you a rough idea on how I and some of the other people look like before continuing with the story. I was a rather average height girl, with ice blue eyes and straight blonde hair which came down to my shoulders. I had a rather perfect set of ass cheeks according to many. My breasts were more of the average C cups, not too big, not too small. I had a rather nerdy personality but had a secret wild side which would come out with the right people. Oh and my name is Rachel.
I had a best friend, Jane, who had dark red hair and sparkling green eyes. She was pretty much the glamour queen of my college who everyone just wanted to fuck. She was rather tall and always kept her head held high, leaving boys drooling whenever she walked by them. She knew the more wild side of me and had always wanted to flaunt it off, only that I did not give her the opportunity to do so.
My crush, James, had brown eyes, black hair and a fair complexion. He was rather muscular. But that’s all I can describe in words about him.
Remember how I told you that Jane wanted to flaunt off my sexual side but I didn’t give her an opportunity?
Well that changed on that unfateful day. I didn’t have much clothes to wear that day as I usually did. Reason? Pretty much everything was in the washer or the dryer.
So I had to dress up in bright red thongs, a crop top of sorts and some really really loose shorts. They were so loose, I had to pull them up every five minutes. Thankfully, I found a small string in my room, which I looped through the belt loops and tied, tightening myself fairly good enough.
I was on my way to class, walking along the corridor, when I felt a pair of hands on my bare belly, reaching from behind, going under my shirt. I immediately knew whose they were.
"Mhm. So the secretive slut finally dressed up in something more appropriate for herself,” Jane cooed as she turned me around, making me face her. Her hands cradled my rear as she looked into my eyes.
“Don’t be silly, Jane.”
“Oh Rachel, it’s not me who is dressed in loose shorts.”
“What? Who told you they were even loose?”
To this, Jane did not reply. I could feel her fingers come to the front of my shorts and do something but I could not see what she was doing properly.