“He's got a point, Kev," Jen put in. She was doing her homework, but somehow she managed to multitask enough to both work on her assignment and Listen to us.

I reclined back against the tree we were leaning against. We were sitting on a grassy knoll in the main quad, surrounded by academic buildings. Kevin had specifically chosen this spot to camp out because it had a high traffic volume to ensure plenty of beautiful girls. It was unseasonably warm and on a Friday around lunchtime, there was an abundance to choose from.

“Fine, dude. Let me put it this way. Is she hot enough that you'd walk up and ask her out with the express intention of trying to get into her pants?"

I took another look. The girl was almost gone by now and all I could focus on was her tight ass. I arched an eyebrow and shrugged.

“I dunno.

She's too far away now. I didn't get a good look at the full package."

“Alright, alright. How about... oh, just coming in. Nine o'clock. Pink sweater."

I looked to the left. I would have to describe the girl as very ‘cute’.

Blonde hair, colored headband, very petite. She reminded me of the young cheerleaders I used to mildly Lust after even when I was dating

Monica. But..."If we're judging purely on fuckability, I'd have to take a pass. Her tits aren't that great and she seems more perky than sexy."

When I glanced over, Kevin was glancing at his watch and then he was back up and looking at the blonde.

“Fair enough." Kevin started scanning to the right side purposefully.

“How about... herrrr!" Kev nodded. His voice purred as he pronounced the word “herrrr". He didn't give me any descriptions or even a clock heading. He didn't have to.

The girl in question was wearing some sort of plunging V-necked scoop top. I'd seen the type of shirt before, but usually girls wore an undershirt or at least some kind of tank top beneath it, lest their breasts pop out in an obviously obscene manner. This girl wasn't wearing that undershirt. As a result, her firm round tits were proudly on display, bouncing nicely as she walked. And with our side profile, I not only could see the upper curves of her cleavage, but I could even see where her breast started curving back up to meet her chest.

They might have been fake but I had to admit, those were some NICE tits. And the rest of her was pretty well put together as well. She was relatively tall, and her flaming red hair was artfully draped around a pretty face. Along with her busty chest, she had some nice curves poured into her tight jeans. Overall, she seemed to me a taller version of Monica, the kind of body I knew I would lust after. Maybe she was just a bit wider in the hips than I was used to, but the girl was a dynamite full package and definitely fit into the “sexy” category. And now that I was studying her a little more intently, she seemed half-familiar.

“I think he Likes what he sees," Jen drawled. When I looked over, Jen glanced down at my crotch. I saw a bit of a bulge forming while I'd been ogling the big tits bouncing in front of me.

“Looks like Kevin does, too," Jen teased, and we both saw Kevin similarly trying to hide his arousal.

And then both guys went right back to watching the redhead walk across the quad. Finally, at the last moment just after she passed us, she turned back and with brilliantly green eyes, she winked right at me.

My eyes went wide in response and her resulting smile would Light up the quad even in bright daylight. And then she kept walking along, eventually going inside one of the nearby buildings.

Kevin and I both just kind of stared off into the distance. I was still drinking in the curves of the closest-to-naked woman I'd seen in a LONG time, not counting the inevitable run-ins with Danielle or Cherys between the bathroom and their bedroom. But I was used to those.

No, the redhead was still fresh in my memory. Kevin noticed my dazed state and shook me gently by the shoulder.

“Well, do you want to fuck her?"

I tilted my head and waggled an abbreviated yes before finally admitting, "Sure. If given the opportunity, who wouldn't?"

“I'm not asking about other people. I'm asking about you. Can you see this girl as a sexual creature?"

“I thought Jen was the psych major."