Moe threw on some clothes and groggily made his way out of his dorm. "Cooofffeee...." he moaned to himself. He was a bit of an addict, but he was out in his dorm. He had to make it all the way to the cafe if he wanted to get his morning cup of energy.Hopefully after a sip or two he'll be able to engage in conversation with Tina.
Tina was a classmate of his that he had grown close to over the past few weeks. They started chatting in class, and soon enough, they became quite inseparable. They hadn't yet been intimate, but there definitely was a mutual attraction there. Moe, somewhat new to the ways of relationships, didn't mind taking it slow, and neither did she. They decided to meet up for breakfast and cram for a biology exam later that afternoon.
Tina was...cute. 5'2", brown hair usually kept in a neat ponytail, bright eyes, button nose, and just a little hint of a set of buck teeth that corrective braces couldn't quite fix. Moe's pet name for her was Squirrel Girl, and she didn't mind; in fact she enjoyed it. It didn't hurt that she could play the part well; she was a gymnast in high school. Not quite olympic grade, but definitely decent. She was lean, in just about every way. Not much in the boobs or butt department, but she more than made up for it in being outgoing and friendly. And a damn good kisser, Moe might add.
Moe reached the cafe, and Tina had beaten him there, with books splayed over the table, head cradled in her hand, going over her notes, she didn't even notice him walking up.
"Hey...Tina..." Moe moaned. Her head jolted up, and she bounced to her feet and gave Moe a big hug. "Moe! I'm so glad you're here I haven't slept all night and I'm on my fourth pot of coffee can you tell?" The words spilled out of her faster than Moe could understand.
"Whoa, whoa, slow down, girl. I just got up. I need... I need some coffee."
Moe ordered a cup of joe and sat down, while Tina went over all the notes she made so that he could catch up. Moe, while fairly intelligent, was also afflicted with clinical disorganization. Keeping track of things was not his forte. Thankfully, Tina more than made up for that in her notes.Color coded, organized by binder, class, date, and everything, she was the type A that a type B like Moe needed.
As she spoke and he drank his coffee, Moe couldn't help but examine his girl. She looked...taller? No, no, it couldn't be. He thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. His eyes wandered down from her face to her arms--she was wearing an athletic tank, as usual--and caught sight of her bicep. Did they seem bigger? Moe knew that she was fit, but there was definitely a bit more mass on her arms than he's used to seeing. In fact, all of her seemed a bit more substantial than she used to be. Chest, stomach, legs, all of them seemed to have been a bit bigger than he thought they ought to be.
Tina ordered another coffee carafe, and when she got a cup for herself poured, she drank, and...
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