Standing ten feet away from the Campus and the Student Dorms, exactly half-way between both buildings, was an ancient, weather-beaten 80-foot oak tree that looked like it had seen better days…better centuries, even. It was a gnarly old thing, but it was quite sturdy, as strong as only an oak tree could be, and it had withstood many a storm in its long life. Surprisingly, surviving all that it has, the tree’s twisted branches still managed to keep most of their leaves.

Lounging high up in the massive thing was 24-year-old Sondra Van Ryan, award-winning artist, sensualist, and perhaps the biggest nympho to ever step foot on Shokushu Island. At the moment the blond bombshell was hard at work drawing away in her sketchbook while Steppenwolf’s “Magic Carpet Ride” was playing on her iPod. Drawing was one of her favorite past-times, and she had become quite the expert over the years, aided early on in her life by her uncle Gregory, who was a master artist, before he passed away when she was still young.

After drawing non-stop for the last couple hours, Sondra finally decided to take a break. Closing her sketchbook and placing it back in her bag, she reached inside the little blue cooler she had brought along and took out a bottle of Cool Blue Gatorade. Twisting the sports cap open, she took a swig of the refreshing blue liquid before closing it up and putting it back in the cooler. Then, she leaned back and folded her arms in her lap and settled down to watch the massive throng of students walking by.

It was another beauteous day on sunny Shokushu Island, too perfect a day to waste doing geometry and writing essays. Sondra did go to Art Class today, as she didn’t want to miss her favorite class in the world, even on a day like this. It was her day to model for the class again, and she wouldn’t have missed it for the world. Sondra loved Art Class; it was fun, it allowed her to be creative and use her imagination, and she was good at it. Any class that actually encouraged her to take her clothes off in class once and a while and touch herself in front of the rest of her classmates was alright by her.

As for the rest of the day, well…After Art Class got out, Sondra decided to pull a ‘Ferris’ and skip the rest of the day. She was even crafty enough to fool the school nurse into thinking she was sufficiently sick to take the day off. Yes, Mr. Beuller definitely knew what he was talking about. Having left the Nurse’s Office with an excuse form in hand, Sondra went straight to her room to change out of the much-hated school uniform and into something a little more comfortable, and a little more ‘her’.

Her outfit of choice today was a black sequin tank top and a short little black miniskirt. Added to the ensemble was her usual black cat ears and tail, the latter attached via a thin silver chain-link belt. After grabbing a few things from her dorm, including a backpack full of art supplies and reading materials, an iPod full of music, and some healthy stuff to snack on, Sondra had left the Dorms and headed straight for one of her favorite outdoor locations…

And here she was now, lounging high up in the fork of a massive oak tree, her pretty blue eyes half closed and music playing on her MP3 player, as she lazily watched the students walk out of the Campus building and head off to the Dorms, no doubt to unwind after another hell-day of tests and lectures…

Along with the line of students making their way for the campus to the dorms, some with a skip in their step, but most merely trudging along, a new line soon joined them. This new line was easily discernable for a couple of reasons. First, this new line of young women were not wearing Shokushu uniforms, and secondly, the were all carrying/dragging luggage as they approached the dorms from the beach. Another plane full of students had clearly arrived.

If the students making their way home from the campus were trudging along, then these newer girls were practically plodding along as they made their way to the dorms. Most of them looked groggy and sluggish, as if they had just be woken from a partially good sleep and were none to happy about it. A few were yawning openly, and more than one hand to pause to shake their head as if to clear it of cobwebs, or rub at their eyes. It was because of this, among other things, that made Kathleen Lay stand out in the crowd.

The tall, chesty, blonde was weaving her way through the crowd of newbies with fully alert, confident, even graceful, strides. This was even more impressive when one noticed that she was wearing 4 inch platform wedge heels on her feet. While the wedges themselves were matched the color of her black mini-dress, the straps that went over her feet were clear. She wore no stockings or bra with this ensemble, but was wearing and anklet on her left leg. A large tote bag and purse were thrown over her right shoulder, and she dragged a large, hard shell, grey suitcase behind her with her left hand, to which a smaller, soft-shell suitcase was attached by a cord. In spite of being so encumbered, her hips swayed with every step in a gait that looked perfectly natural in its excess.

Kathleen felt as good as she looked to boot. She had been worried that she’d be exhausted by the time she got to the school, as she had went right from filming her latest movie to the ‘wrap’ party (stopping only for a quick shower between the two), to her plane ride without so much as a moment to herself, or a chance to change from her party outfit. Thank god she was able to sleep on the plane. Best bit of sleep she could ever remember having in her life. She didn’t even need to take her pills, believe it or not. She made mental note to go flying more often. Fully rested and eager to being, she soon found herself well ahead of the rest of the new girls, and took a wrong turn on the path, heading for the campus proper instead of the dorms. After a few moments, she paused in front of and old oak tree, looking down at the map she had in her right hand. Her face bunched up in confusion. She reflexively stood her suitcases up, and the index finger on her left hand reached into her salon-perfect blonde hair and began to twirl a lock around her index finger.

“Waaait” she said aloud to herself, obviously lost. “This isn’t right…”

Sondra continued to watch the crowds walk by, sort of looking without seeing, as she tranquilly laid her head back against a thick branch. The restful blonde absent-mindedly reached into her mini-cooler and snatched up a ripe, crisp apple from the small pile of snacks and brought the juicy red fruit to her mouth, which made a satisfying crunch sound as took a healthy bite of the healthy little treat.

Below her, students continued to mill about, some students still just leaving the School Campus, others exiting the Dorms, probably to enjoy some fresh air after being cooped up indoors all day. Still more girls were heading too and from the beach, many walking towards the Student Dorms, shlepping their luggage from the plane all the way over to where be their new homes would be for the next few years or so.

Most of those students looked half asleep, likely from jet-lag from being on the airplane for so long. One girl in particular piqued Sondra’s interest: a tall, busty blonde who seemed to walk circles around the other, more sedate newcomers. Sondra, having an artist’s appreciation for beauty (and beautiful women in particular), couldn’t help but noticed that this woman was…well, there were no other words to describe her, she was absolutely positively drop-dead gorgeous.

I gotta meet this woman, Sondra thought to herself as she crawled over to the end of a sturdy branch to watch the blonde beauty speed by, luggage in tow. It appeared that this woman had gotten a little lost and took a wrong turn, heading for the Campus Proper instead of the Student Dorms. Just as Sondra was about to go down and help the young lady find her way, the other blonde had apparently decided to take a breather right below her perch, where she had taken out her map and was going over it to see where she went wrong.

Hearing the woman’s words, Sondra decided it was her queue to make an appearance. Quickly and effortlessly, the agile blonde swung herself about so that she was hanging upside-down from a large, thick branch by the strength of her legs alone. Unfortunately, gravity was doing its job on her clothing. The moment she swung her body downwards, her tank-top and miniskirt had done the same thing leaving her generous mounds and smooth pussy bare for all the world to see.

But modesty was not a trait that Sondra possessed, and so she shrugged this off as an inconvenience and nothing more. Waving down at the new student, Sondra called out in a warm and cheerful voice, “Hello there! You seem to be a little lost. Would you like some help finding your way?”

Oblivious to all this, a petite young girl with glasses walked by, nose stuck in a volume of thranslated manga, giggling softly as she walked.

A soft blush came over her face as she giggled softly. "Poor Kaorin.... I guess if I knew someone like Sakaki, though, I'd... No, bad Violett! Stop thinking unwholesome thoughts!" She shook her head violently, nearly losing her glasses, and scrunched her eyes closed as she chastised herself.

That was the mpment she chose to look up... At, of course, a plump, oversized pair of breasts. Startled, she dropped her book.

"Oh God... Oh god, I'm so sorry! I'm so very sorry to interrupt! I was... I was... I was..."

Incoherent and red-faced enough to stop cars, she forced her eyes and mouth shut, trembling nervously. After a few seconds of standing stil, she took anouther peek... And with a surprised "Meep!" quickly closed her eyes again and started walking... Only to trip over her book and fall on her flace, her glasses sliding across the sidewalk as her skirt rose to reveal her plain white panties.

"Owwie..."

Kat sighed as she exited through the main entrance of the Campus building. It was another agonizing day of quizzes and lectures, not her favorite way to spend the day. Thankfully it was all over now, and she could finally get back to her dorm room to get changed into a bathing suit and head on over to the beach for some much-deserved R&R.

The petite blue-haired girl had paused to adjust the heavy book bag strapped to her back when she saw the commotion over by the big old oak tree that stood between the Dorms and the School Campus. Rushing over to investigate, she saw her new roommate, Violett, had fallen on the ground and ran over to help, stopping to bend down to pick up the fallen specs before continuing on to the fallen girl.

Walking up to her, Kat handed the girl her glasses and reached down to offer a lift up with her free hand. “Are you alright?” she asked, her concern for her friend and roomie clear in her voice and on the worried expression on her face. “Um…I saw you fall down, and I um…I wanted to make sure you were ok.”

"Oh, um... Hi. Miss Katrina..." Violett said Meekly. "Thanks for helping me... I... I kinda saw something I shouldn't have...."

Eyes still closed, Violett felt around on the ground for her manga.

"I'm sorry I interrupted... I... I ... Just let me get my book and.... And I'll be gone real quick!"

Crawling on the ground, eyes squeezed shut, she crawled forward nervously feeling around for her book...

And managed to hit her head on a nearby bench, losing her glasses again. "OWwwwwwwwwwww!"

Defeated, she slumped to the sidewalk, pouting slightly as her eyes watered. "Why me....?"

Kathleen looked up from her map to the voice that had addressed her... and her eyes went wide at her jaw dropped for the merest of moments. Her opened mouth soon curled into a smile, and the shock in her eyes was replaced by a glint of wanton apperception for what she saw, as Sondra hung upside down, gravity leaving nothing to the imagination.

She removed her left hand from her hair, and lowered it to her mouth were she bit impishly at her pinky instead. "Oh, I think I'm gonna to like it here," she said, half to herself but still loud enough to be heard.

Her green eyes traced down (or was it up?) Sondra's body, the smile on her face changing to a grin. They linger on the girl’s bare sex before sweeping back down (up?) to her face again. "Well, I am lost," she said coyly. "But I'm suddenly in no hurry either. I'm Kathleen. What’s your name, sexy?"

Kathleen was so focused on Sondra, that the arrival of petite little Violett almost slipped past her notice. When she fell, Kathleen tore her eyes away form the half-naked, upside down girl to help, but another student beat her to it. She shrugged and turned her attention back to the girl in the tree.

The blue-eyed woman grinned at her fellow blonde as she noted the changes of expression on her face, going from shock to what appeared to be open admiration at what she saw. The feeling was mutual. Sondra had quite a good view of the woman’s ample cleavage from her vantage point, and couldn’t help but stare.

Hell, why not? If she didn’t mind getting caught staring so openly at me, then why shouldn’t I be able to do the same to her. Mmm…Niiice. I wonder what they look like without that dress covering them up? Perhaps, when I manage to get her alone, she might let me have a look, or better yet a feel, of those lovely breasts of hers. And, who knows, that might not be all that she may let me touch. God, it makes me horny as hell jus thinking about it…

Sondra continued to hang around, quite literally, about to give a response to the amazing big-breasted blonde that stood below her. She was completely oblivious of the other, rather more petite blonde walking by with her nose stuck in a manga comic…that was, until the girl bumped into the woman she was conversing with, and then started to walk away after an embarrassed apology, just to trip on her own comic and fall flat on her face, losing her glasses in the process.

Sondra thought to jump down and help, but at that moment, Katrina, one of her classmates from Art Class, managed to show up in the nick of time to give the girl a hand. With a friendly smile and wave hello, she turned her attention back to her potential new friend. “Mmmm…Welcome to Shokushu, Kathleen,” Sondra purred, her voice low and seductive, “my name’s Sondra. It’s a…pleasure…to meet you. Say, why don’t we dump your stuff off in your room so you and I could go have some…fun…together?”

((Gotta go...Will post a reply for Violett later))

“It’s no problem, Violett. I…uh…I was just heading back to the Dorms when I—” Kat started to say, but was cut off when her roomie said, "I'm sorry I interrupted... I... I ... Just let me get my book and.... And I'll be gone real quick!".

Then petite blonde started to get all weird on her. Apparently something had happened to get her quite rattled. The blue-haired girl watched, quite confused, as her roommate started crawling around on all fours with her eyes tightly shut, feeling around for something that she must have dropped.

“Hey, Violett, watch out for that—” Too late. Kat winced when she saw Violett bonk her head on a nearby benched, losing her glasses once again in the process. Katrina walked over to her friend, picking up the fallen glasses in the process, and sat down beside her, handing over the girl’s specs and then put a comforting arm around her shoulder.

“It’s alright, Violett,” She said in a soothing voice as she looked into her roomie’s deep blue eyes, “It happens to us all. I can be a major klutz sometimes…always dropping stuff and running into things. Is your head ok?”

"I... I.. Interrupted something... Private... Between these two..." Violett stammered, blushing profusely.

Slowly, she got back up to her hands and knees. "I need an advil... and a helmet..."

Kathleen opened her mouth to respond, and her tongue stud caught the sunlight for an instant as she did so, then closed it again. Her expression grew puzzled for a moment afterward.

Waaaait, girl, think a sec, she thought to herself. Isn’t this the kinda thing you came here to stop doin'? Aint been here ten minutes yet, and you're ready to jump into another bed. Then, her eyes traveled back to Sondra's exposed body. Awww fuck it, she thought, the confusion leaving her face, and her sexy smile returning. She's hot. I can always start the whole abstinence thing tomorrow.

"I'm not sayin' no," Kathleen replied, faking a tone of hesitation - there was nothing wrong with playing a little hard to get - made them want it more when all is said and done after all. "But I gotta find my room first, and I think silly lil' me got turned around somehow."

Tearing her eyes away from Sondra's body to her map, she read off the scribbled notes that were hand written in the corner. "If you known where the dorms are, I'm supposed to be moving into room 300. I got a roommate, but forgot to write her name down. Hope I don’t scare the poor thing... other women tend find the girls," and she gave her torso a shake, causing her boobs to bounce with surprising firmness, "intimidating," she finished.

“‘These two’? Wha…” Kat started to respond as her head turned this way and that, a look of confusion on her face, trying to figure out who Violett was referring to. Then she finally noticed a very attractive blonde looking up the massive oak tree and talking to some unseen person about getting lost looking for her dorm.

Her gaze traveling upwards, Katrina jumped back in shock, eyes and mouth wide open in surprise, when she spotted Sondra, one of her classmates from Art Class, half-naked with all her naughty bits showing and dangling upside-down by her knees from a low-hanging tree branch.

Lest she start thinking some very naughty thoughts about the older woman, Kat tore herself away, blushing heavily, from the sight of the woman’s amazing body that was being displayed so boldly for all to see.

Hastily returning her attention back to her roommate, shaking her head as she tried to rid herself of the naughty images of Sondra’s amazing body that were running through her head.

Kat started to get back onto her feet, offering a hand to pull back up as well. “Well, I...um…I may not have any helmets to loan out, but I’ve got some asprin back at our dorm that you can have. I was…um…I was on my way there, anyway. I was planning on getting changed and heading on down to the beach for a while. You want to join me?”

Violett nodded a little, then shook her head. "I.... I... Sure?" she offered feebly. "I just need my glasses again and my book maybe?"

She blushed deep, feeling around on the ground patheticly before grabbing ahold of what she thought might be her book.

It turned out to be a shoe,,, Maybe a boot. And on further inspection, it seemed to have something of a stiletto heel.

"This is not my manga.... This is... Oh my god, I'm so sorry!"

Sondra noted well Kathleen reaction to her proposition as she patiently awaited her response, her open mouth as she sought an answer that wouldn’t come out…the puzzlement, followed by a moment’s apparent hesitation. Of course, Sondra took the time she had to trail her eyes up and down her new friend’s fantastic body.

After a few minutes, though, the horny little nympho had to stop, as she was already starting to get quite turned on by the sight, her body showing its tell-tail signs of arousal…The swollen breasts, the hardened nipples standing out at attention, the moistening slit and swollen clit…they were all there.

Sondra had to look up from Kathleen’s body and back to her no less attractive face, not out of shame, but of the acute awareness of her own body and how it responded when she got aroused. When the blonde nympho’s pussy got wet, it got very wet, and the naughty young woman had been known to leave a very large puddle on the floor when she touched herself in class…and that was before she came. She had to control herself, lest she drench herself, and quite possibly Kathleen, in her own love-juices. Sondra might not have minded soaking herself in her own girl-cum, but she wasn’t so sure Kathleen would feel the same way about getting her nice, clean clothes covered in girly-goo.

Finally, Kathleen did respond, and when she did, a very large smile crossed Sondra’s face. Room 300? That’s my room! I get to live with this foxy lady? Holy-fucking-shit! It looks like my day has just gotten a whole lot brighter. Things couldn’t possibly get any better than this! I just hope Kathleen doesn’t plan on getting much sleep…

“Room 300? No problem, hun, I know exactly where that is! And don’t worry about ‘scaring’ your new roomie. If I know her well enough…and I’m pretty damn sure I do…it would take quite a lot to intimidate her. Just give me a few seconds to grab my stuff, and I’ll be down to give you a hand…” The strong and agile blonde then swung herself backwards--using just the strength of her legs--up to her spot on the tree…shouldered her mini-cooler and backpack and performed several spinning back flips as she descended from the tree, flinging herself off branch after branch, and landed silently as a ghost onto the ground next to her new roomie…all in a matter of seconds.

Sondra bent over to pick up her tank top, which had fallen off while she had been hanging monkey style off the tree branch, stood up straight and straightened out her attire, making sure her skirt, ears and tail were on straight. Turning back to Kathleen and gave her a bright smile. “Ready to go?”