But I didn’t recognize anyone and kept scanning for a second before returning my attention to Naimh. “Who’s this friend of yours?”
The redhead arched an eyebrow and then gave me a pleasantly amused expression. “Matty, seriously?”
I turned to look again, and sure enough, the wicked hot brunette with curves for days continued her path along the main walkway, heading in our general direction. She sashayed with cool confidence, like a supermodel who truly owned the runway, her knee-high leather boots making clomping sounds on the concrete. Her hips and outrageously gravity-defying rack gyrated wonderfully as her saunter continued across the other side of the plaza.
“The brunette?” I asked in confusion. “Classmate of yours?”
Naimh snorted and then covered her mouth, her emerald-green eyes twinkling. Her whole upper body jostled with barely restrained laughter, and if I weren’t so befuddled I would’ve been hypnotized by the way her tits jiggled. And as her eyes turned into upside-down moons of mirth, she hugged herself against my side and remarked, “I s’pose you could say she’s an ex-classmate of mine.”
The busty brunette paused almost directly across from us in front of a campus map affixed to a metal post, presenting us with a view of a mouth-wateringly round rump that swayed hypnotically as she leaned over to finger a line between the “You Are Here” mark and her destination. A guy walking by cranked his neck around to keep the sight in view for as long as possible, right up until he ran into a light post. Luckily for him, it only caught him in the shoulder and not full in the face. But I only noticed his unfortunate accident in passing, because right then Naimh raised a hand in greeting and called out in a loud, clear voice, “Heyyy Girl! You made it! We’re over here!”
The majestic beauty twisted around at my Head Girlfriend’s call, so that for a moment her bodacious booty and glorious rack were both pointed in our direction. Her eyes scanned across the plaza as she renewed her strut, and caught mine with a flash of recognition.
That’s when the magnificent creature’s face split into a smile made of pure warmth that sent a lightning bolt straight through my heart, just before she squealed happily, “Matty!”
Holy shit.
Or perhaps I should’ve exclaimed, ¡Dios mío!
Her makeup was a little heavier than usual, giving her a slightly sharper, more angular look than I was used to. She’d added the blonde highlights in her hair. And she’d lost another few pounds as well, which had sculpted her cheekbones a little differently. But really there was no good reason why I shouldn’t have recognized her immediately, apart from perhaps her supermodel’s catwalk grace and über-confident poise catching me off-guard.
She came to a stop while putting one hand on her jutting hip, and a split-second later her incredible bosom stopped bouncing. Yet through all of her glamorous allure, I was fixated on that blindingly white smile she directed at me. It was a smile I knew – a smile I grew up with. One that would sometimes disappear below the surface. One that I took special pleasure in coaxing out of its hiding place. One I didn’t realize just how much I missed until this very moment.
It was a smile fit for an angel.
My angel.
“Hiii Matty,” she spoke.
And only then did I find my voice, greeting her with equal parts warmth and elated surprise, “Hello Mari.”
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