Chapter 1951 From Modelling To Cocking Her:>Ep6

• As I regained my senses I took stock of who was laying on top of me as I lay sprawled out on the ground. This took another few seconds as I could not quite believe what my eyes were telling me. Laying with her chest pressed against mine and her leg grinding back and forth over my groin was someone I knew, and had never guessed I would have seen at all on campus, much less here of all places. When Lynn had mentioned her name I had not thought it was even in the realm of possibilities that the Julia coming to model with me would Julia Brookes, one of my younger sister's best friends who I had known, at least from a distance, for years, who must have been here as a student starting her first year.
• My shock at recognizing the girl pressing against me was only amplified even more as I saw, and could somewhat feel as she scrambled against me to find her footing, what she was wearing. Her top was a crop top that left enough of her stomach exposed to be hardly considered a shirt, and was just opaque enough not to be called transparent but see through plenty enough to see how her bright pink bra pushed up her tits to create some ample cleavage. Her shorts were a pair of skin tight black yoga shorts even shorter than the jean ones Lynn was wearing. And most pressing at the moment and the cause of her continual movement of her leg against my junk she was wearing a pair of candy pink heels so high that getting her footing back under her would clearly take some time in the confused state toppling through the door and then into me had sent her into. "Here, just stop the flailing for a moment." I told her as I reached for her waist to help get her up. Eventually with a bit more pressing into each other and a few hands finding purchase to help stabilize on whatever area of body they could quickly reach for we got ourselves both up and onto our feet.
• "God, I did not think that door was open, I do not know why Professor Lynn wanted me to wait at the door if that was the case." Julia said with a dismissive tone as she smoothed out her clothes and checked over herself, clearly irked at having to be here at all and especially for the tumble. Viewing her vertically now I got a little better view of her, and especially all the ways the loud and prank prone girl had grown into a young woman clearly proud of her body and wanting to flaunt her beauty by showing off her long legs, flat belly and giving not so subtle hints at the curves of her breasts just barely hidden beneath her tight crop top. "Thank you though, the professor said there would be another student working with me so I suppose that is going to be you," she added, still preening herself and raising one hand to touch the black satin choker tight around her neck as if just to make sure it was still there. Taking in her figure of how much of it and how well it was shown off did not mix well with how much her leg had rubbed against my groin, at least in regards to the composure I wished to maintain, or at least regain, and an erection starting to stir, a bulge forming against my jeans.