Marissa was in heaven but it felt like hell. All sorts of gorgeous girls went sauntering by, most of them in groups, and so many of them showing long lean legs that had Marissa's pussy atwitter. She wasn't the most girly girl, tending more toward the butch style of dressing that was the stereotype of lesbians, but she certainly loved seeing short skirts and cleavage-baring tops.
Maybe it was envy, for she was barely five feet and far from a brick-house. Guys still seemed to find her sort of fascinating, at least when she dressed like a girl, but she knew that she could at best be described as petite with coltish legs and a runway model's figure; which was just another way of saying skinny.
Frustration had plagued her for a long time now. With the curse making lesbian sex impossible and her aversion to boys' bodies making the other disgusting she hadn't had sex in ages. Not even a single orgasm. It would've been better if she'd never experienced either, she thought morosely, walking alone out in the middle of the campus, seeing groups of people laughing, but belonging to none. She couldn't even fit in with lesbians or gays if she 'talked' the walk, but couldn't follow through.
Marissa groaned in lust at the site of a group of girls, dressed for the hot summer day in tiny skirts and midriff baring tops. They were slowly walking by a group of boys. Judging by their athletic bodies and the obscenities that seemed to be their way of flirting they had to be jocks or frat boys.
Marissa didn't care about them, her eyes were all for the girls. Her pussy was leaking as profusely as always, her panties already soaked through. If she didn't distract herself soon she'd have a giant wet spot or start humping a tree, maybe even jump a guy just for the relief. |