Long Lost Story

[clovis]

That evening, at precisely 3:59 A.M. Aggie awoke. No alarm sounded, and with her clock being digital there wasn’t even a tick to mark the time. By now this was done simply out of habit. Rolling over and cracking her eyes open ever so slightly, Aggie peered across the darkened room in anticipation of what was to come.

Under the pale green glow of their alarm clocks Aggie studied the insane topography of her slumbering roommate. As always, her main focus was drawn to where that horizontal body took a distinctly vertical turn.

There was little Aggie wasn’t able to wrap her genius mind around, but much like that faded Strawberry Shortcake bedsheet, it came up short when trying to cover those massive hills. Four months in, and she just couldn’t get over her roommate’s brain-breakingly big bosom. Highly illogical, grossly impractical- Aggie marveled at how those perfectly rounded peaks soared high above the girl’s cute ski-slope nose and well beyond the laws of gravity.

Her squinting eyes went wide as Aggie watched those astounding mounds rise and swell dramatically from a big waking breath.

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