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Frankie was the first girl I was attracted to. We met when I started university – she was my chemistry lab partner. She had short trendy brunette hair, sparkling green eyes that twinkled when she smiled and the most gorgeous soft pink lips that pouted ever so slightly. She always dressed well and kept up with the latest trends that made the other girls in my class envy her.   We shared the same interests in music and film and would try and organise nights out with people from the same degree course as us. Before I met her I was convinced I was only attracted to men.   The thought of being with a girl never crossed my mind before her.   Frankie and I attracted a lot of attention when we hung out together.   We were both 18 and most boys used to tell us we were the hottest girls in our course – which wasn’t hard since the course was 70% male.   She was thin framed and was 5 ft 6.   Her body was very petite and proportionate to her height and she kept in shape by doing yoga.   She also had been a dancer since she was 6. I on the other hand am 5 ft 4 curvy from the waist down. I have a large – but attractive – ass which fills out jeans perfectly but can also be a pain because my waist is small so trousers never seem to fit properly. My chest is smaller in comparison. I fit a 32C bra which sounds big but isn’t really.   Frankie was a notorious flirt; she constantly had boys around her trying their hardest to impress her.   She was one of those girls who had what many guys call the potential to be “filthy” in bed.   She was never slutty but was provocative and she had a certain sexy charm which could make me jealous. One weekend she decided to throw a party at her flat and had invited our friends kaçak iddaa from the course.   “Mia, you should bring your stuff over to my place and we can both get ready together before everyone arrives.” She said during our chem. lab. “Yeah that’s a brilliant idea and I could help you set up as well if you want.” I replied. “You may as well stay over too, save you getting a taxi home.” “Awww thanks, you think Michelle will mind?” I asked. Michelle was Frankie’s flatmate. They both came from the same town in England and attended universities here in Glasgow, Scotland so they decided to get a flat together when they moved up to university. “She’s not going to be there. She’s going home for her boyfriend’s birthday that weekend.” Brilliant – I was going to get Frankie all to myself that night.   I didn’t hate Michelle but she did have a possessive hold over Frankie that I found irritating even to this day.   I was counting the days to the party.   I had chosen my outfit and packed my stuff for sleeping over.   I arrived early as promised to help set up and get changed there.   When Frankie opened the door I was blown away.   Her hair was done up and she was wearing a thin blue dressing gown that was tied loosely around her waist.   I could almost see through the fabric. She had a huge smile on her face as she let me in and threw her arms around me.   I wasn’t sure if I was just imagining it but I swear I could feel her nipples against me when she hugged me once I got inside her flat. “I’m so glad u came round early Mia, you can help me choose what to wear. But before that we should have something to drink!” (Just so you all know I really can’t handle my booze.   One glass of wine kaçak bahis and I am anybody’s – but being at uni I was really testing my alcohol tolerance: two glasses of wine and I’m anybody’s! ) Frankie poured us a large measure of Vodka and cola each and we took it into her room.   “What are you wearing tonight Mia?” “I just brought this,” I said pulling out a grey, floaty and feminine vest top and skinny jeans.   “I brought my black stilettos too.” “Aww, amazing.   I still don’t know what to wear,” replied Frankie.   That girl really didn’t know how superb she was.   “Are you kidding? You could wear a sack and still look sexy.” “Stop messing about.” “I’m serious Frankie; you look amazing all the time.”   The drinks were bringing out my overt honesty. “Thanks Mia,” she said while touching my knee “that really means a lot to me coming from you.” I was too busy hyperventilating at the feeling of her warm hand on my leg to find out what she meant by her comment.   She quickly got up and looked like she randomly picked something out of her wardrobe.   I stood up and made to head to the bathroom to get changed. “Where are you going?” she asked confused. “To the bathroom to get changed…” “Just get changed in here.   It’s not like we haven’t got changed in front of each other at the gym. Anyway, I need you to help me with my dress.” I quickly took of my day clothes and slipped on my outfit for that night. Frankie glanced at me from the corner of her eye. I felt a blush awkwardly creep onto my cheeks. “Your body is amazing.” I thought I was hearing things. “Sorry?” “I said your body is amazing Mia.” “Thanks.” I mumbled.   I hated empty compliments and it felt worse coming from illegal bahis her. Frankie turned her back to me and took off her robe.   She was completely naked.   I felt my jaw drop to the floor. Her skin was so smooth and supple and her arse was staggeringly pert; you could just cup it in your hands. She stood in her dress and pulled it up over her remarkable naked ass.   Her hands looped through the spaghetti straps elegantly.   It was like watching a peep show in reverse.   She looked over her shoulder at me, beckoning me to her. The dress’s zip started at the top of her ass crack and I could see down it when I went to do her up.   She smelled irresistible and I forced myself not to kiss her neck.   Being that close to her was making me light headed. I stepped back and turned away from her – I didn’t want her to think I was some pervert ogling her.   I excused myself to the toilet and almost ran there.   The bathroom was opposite her bedroom and I locked over the door, scared that she would see me in this fluster.   I ran the cold water and stared at myself. What are you doing?   I thought.   Get a grip it’s just a stupid phase. Everyone gets curious at uni. I chanted this in my head over and over until I had calmed down. I walked out of the bathroom and into Frankie’s room.   She wasn’t there.   Then I heard the music start from the living room.   She walked in and it was like slow motion in the movies. She stood at the door looking amazing in her little black mini-dress that was clinging to her like a second skin – no wonder she wasn’t wearing knickers! I started my chant again and focused on doing my make-up and fixing my hair. The atmosphere felt electric and Frankie sat next to me in front of the mirror putting on her sexy black eyeliner and applying mascara.   Her sparkling green eyes stood out a mile now and looked very feline.   She smiled at me and we started giggling like kids.

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