This choice: Angela Washington, the amazing, toned athlete. • Go Back...Chapter #4Angela Washington, Athleticism Personified by: bobob1   "Angela Washington should be good," You called up to Stacy. "Not too far away and she needs help with literature. Piece of cake."
"Alright, Sammy." You sister scooped you up, carrying you to her car. She nudged you into the pocket of her t-shirt before pulling out of the driveway.
The drive to the campus took a little over twenty minutes. After an uneventful walk to the dorms, Stacy rode the elevator to the third floor. She found room C3 quickly. She pulled you out of her pocket, holding you level with her navel as she knocked politely. "Good luck." Stacy whispered, giving you a smile of just before the door swung open.
You were met by an impressive wall of smooth, brown flesh. You were directly in front of a shallow belly button, which sat at the base of a rather chiseled set of abs. A charcoal gray sports bra contained a fairly average bust. Lightly muscled arms hung on either side of the chocolate torso. Below, black yoga pants wrapped a toned but still plump-looking rear. The lithe legs under the fabric rippled, obviously sculpted by vigorous exercise.
"Hi. Are you Angela Washington?" Stacy gave the slightly shorter girl a friendly smile.
"Yeah, I'm her." The athletic titan grinned back, not even noticing you below. She was fiddling with her curly hair, pulling it back into a scrunchy.
"Great! I'm here because you requested a tutor; Samuel Reynolds." Stacy lifted you until you were face to face with Angela. Her alluringly thick lips parted, gasping as she saw you wave.
"Uh, hi?" Angela gave you a small wave in return, her dark eyebrows raised high in astonishment. Stacy held you out, waiting for Angela to take you. She accepted you into her cupped palms. She held you close to her firm abdomen, warmth and the heavy smell of body spray radiating from her bared cocoa skin.
"There are a few things you should know. Samuel will be staying with you for as long as you need him. For obvious reasons, you have to keep a close eye on him. He's pretty easy to lose. Also, his body can reform being squashed and stretched. When you're done, he'll contact me to pick him up."
"Okay...cool..." Angela said, absorbing all that info.
"Alright, I'll see you both later." Stacy waved goodbye, leaving down the hallway.
"Well, this is my place." Angela brought you into her room, locking the door behind her. It was generally neat. Other than the odd article of clothing, the floor was generally clear. You noticed a soccer ball sitting in the corner. Angela sat on her bed, setting you on one of her pillows. She picked up a half-eaten container of mixed fruit.
"Sorry. You guys caught me snacking." She grabbed the fork, spearing a chunk of pineapple. "After I'm done we can..."   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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