Marissa's eyes wandered over every guy she saw, reluctantly wondering if there was even one of them that wouldn't make her want to throw up if she had sex with them.
Almost by accident she spotted potential prey. He was older than the students milling about, yet didn't look like a professor and looked well-dressed, affluent, and straight. It wasn't him that had drawn her attention, though, it was the brawny beauty beside him.
Tall, amazonian and busty, the blond looked like a gym freak crossed with a street fighter, a dangerous combination that got Marissa's juices flowing. Something about the power, danger and beauty of the woman fascinated her, drawing her in.
After watching them for awhile, watching the guy chat up any female with above average looks Marissa decided to approach them, see if she could maybe hit on the blond. Hell, she'd even do a threesome if it would let her lick those wonderful breasts.
Just as she started her nervous approach a couple of girls walked by and the pair guy started talking to them. She was irrationally pleased that the blond stayed aloof. The two girls were good looking but Marissa knew she looked better, and it gave her an idea.
If she approached them directly she'd look desperate, so why not let them approach her? She was easily prettier than most of the girls they'd stopped. Maybe not drop-dead gorgeous, but she'd been told she had a certain elfin beauty, and since she'd been venting her sexual frustrations in the gym she had a very nicely toned body. Her one regret, other than being tiny, was that she was small-breasted. Still, that hadn't stopped guys from hitting on her. Or maybe, though it never occurred to her, it was the sexual frustration that gleamed in her eyes.
Confident in her plan she let the girls chat the two up while she circled to a better place to begin her approach, only to halt in frustration as another pair of girls were stopped by the two.
At long last they too left with a card and Marissa began her approach |