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Small Town College Girl

When I sat at the lunch table, she barely looked up. I cleared my throat and said, “Hi, I’m Jeff. I haven’t seen you on campus.”  The older girl next to her looked on suspiciously.
   
“I’m just here for the summer. I’m Sam...for Samantha. This is my mentor,” she said, nodding to the older girl.

“Sam is on campus to learn about college life. Maybe she’ll come to school here in a couple of years.” She smiled at Sam who was looking at her lunch tray.    
   
“Can she go to the lake?” I asked the older girl.    
   
Sam looked up, “I can go wherever I like. She’s my mentor, not my mamma.”    
   
The older girl raised her eyebrows but nodded in agreement.    
   
“Well then, would you like to see the lake?”  
   
Sam smiled, “Yes, I love to swim.”    
   
The next afternoon, she came into the dorm lobby in a terrycloth robe. I tried not to stare at her breasts, but though covered completely, the mounds were distracting.    
   
I spread a large towel on the sandy lake-shore and Sam immediately dropped her robe while looking up at the sunny sky across the water. “Let’s go!”    
   
I followed her into the lake wondering if Sam’s mentor had approved her swimsuit. “I’ll race you to the pier,” she called as she dove into the water. After a few strokes, she realized I wasn’t fast so she rolled over into a backstroke.    
   
As I swam, I looked over at her and almost swallowed water. One of her breasts was bare and glistening in the sun. Her eyes looked toward the sky seeming not to notice.    
   
By the time we reached the pier, she had adjusted her suit, so I didn’t mention it. Her breasts were barely contained in her suit as we sat on the pier. There were small folds of flesh at her waist, but she was obviously in good shape. She told me about her small town, her loser ex-boyfriend, and her mother getting by on a waitress salary. Then, there was silence except for the water tapping the edge of the pier.  
   
She said, “The last two weeks are the longest I’ve been away from home, but I don’t miss it.”    
   
“I’m glad you’re here,” I said. “Can we get a burger after this?”  
   
 “Yes, as long as you get me back to the dorm by nine, or my mentor mamma will come looking for me.” She smiled and winked. It was then that I noticed her blue eyes sparkling from her smooth wet cheeks. She was beautiful.    
   
After our burger, it was only 7:30, so I asked if she’d like to see the spillway below the lake. As we stood by the railing, the power of the water made it impossible to talk. Some men fishing down below were oblivious to us.    
   
Sam’s eyes met mine and we kissed long as the roar of the water filled our ears. While we kissed, Sam began to sway, letting her breasts rub my chest. I thought of that single breast in the sun earlier now touching me warm and firm. I wondered if she’d intentionally delayed adjusting her suit earlier.    
   
I opened her robe and cupped her breasts in my palms. Sam rested her hands on my forearms in approval. I noticed from her watch that it was 7:45.
Written by LostViking (Lost Viking)
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Author's Note
A little attempt at flash fiction based on a girl I met while in college. I think about her often.
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