Selena so cool

Selena like me is not a part of Brad’s clique, but how she became welcome amongst them is no mystery -- she is so exceedingly cool she’d be welcome literally anywhere, and that’s before you even mention that’s she’s so, so hot. My confusion is that she came here in the first place, deigning to waste her night with the merely popular like Brad and Veronica and Trevor, not to mention a reed like me. Her presence among us is a goddess descending from Olympus to slum it with crude mortals.

Emma and the Contractors

She gathers her little five-pound weights and moves into the cardio, working up her heart rate. As she sucks down breath, her hair clings to her forehead and sweat trickles down her back. Her tits bounce as she lunges, her ass glistens in the mid-morning light, stretching tight.

Zeze

She was, technically, another total stranger. But she was dressed up all goth, too, and that was instant kinship. She’d rolled even deeper into the look than I, with her corset and corsage and little hat and burgundy perfectly-arranged hair and scattered piercings. She was bonkers hot -- tall and trim and busty and cute, her smirk confident and knowing, her big eyes inviting and expressive -- she was who I wished I could be.

Valerie

There were a dozen empty showerheads, but she took the one next to me. I goggled. She had casually removed her towel and was hanging it up on the hook. My jaw dropped as she turned around, my eyes absorbing her athletic and toned body, the pert tits suddenly on display next to me.