Lexie’s footsteps echoed loudly in the hallway, which was relatively empty for the first time since her arrival. She had never actually gotten to see this much of the tile before, her view of the floor having been previously crowded by the golden sea of her fellow Buttercombe students. It was a beautiful school, without protest, but it seemed a little strange for Lexie to have some wiggle room in the same hallway that, hours earlier, trapped her between the particularly full rear of a large black student and then uncomfortable jiggling sensation of a blimpish blonde’s belly brushing against her back.
“What am I doing…?” Lexie asked herself quietly as she tip-tap down the hallway, “God… I mean I guess it’d be nice to have a friend here but…”
Lexie had a peculiar fixation. Most little boys and a lot of grown men share this fixation with Lexie. It is the fixation one has on a woman’s figure, and namely their standards on how many inches there should be to pinch and whether those inches were in the right places. Like most Lexie preferred a typical hour glass figure on her ladies, though she had been known to settle for different.
Like Kaycie, one of her first serious girlfriends from back in ninth grade. She had big jugs but couldn’t fill out the seat of her pants for anything. Lexie didn’t mind that by any means. And her last girlfriend, Anne, was a bit of a string bean. Way taller than her without hardly a curve to speak of. That was fine too, honest! But Lexie had never really lowered herself to be with a… fat girl before.
Wait wait wait, “lowered” may have been too harsh. You know what, it was. You know what it was? Lexie just didn’t like them. Well, didn’t find them… attractive, per say. She just wasn’t into that, you can’t fault her for that right? Being an avid and true lesbian, rather than one whose true intentions lie in acceptance issues and a dependency on a perceived shock value from saying “I liek vaginas”, could be pretty rough on a girl! Was it so much to ask that she get the girl of her choice? At least the type of girl of her choice?
“No, you don’t know that.” Lex chided herself, hanging her ginger locks low as she continued down the hallway, “She could be a really nice girl! I mean, you liked her before you found out… I mean, who cares if she’s a little…. Big.”
She shuddered at the word. Picturing how squishy and soft Wendy was underneath that tight uniform was… unnerving. She wasn’t attracted to fat people! Maybe if she lost some weight… no. No no no! That wasn’t right! Wendy was a person, Wendy was really nice actually, and most importantly Wendy was—
“Hey there, Lexie.” She said shyly, slightly biting her bottom lip with a look of childlike excitement on her round face, “You ready for dinner? Its really good. I mean, you haven’t eaten here before, so I might as well show you around. Get ready, they really like to serve up a meal for you freshmen during opening week.”
—right in front of her. Oh crap.
“Y-Yeah, obviously…” Lexie said, trying hard not to look at Wendy’s balloon of a backside
“Well let’s head in and get something to eat, I’m starved!” she said with a daring grab of Lexie’s hand as she tugged the ginger girl into the cafeteria…
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