Wanda noticed that, in Alice's presence, her breasts and her cunt reacted strongly. Especially in their last week together on campus.

Once, when they were both traveling to a meeting of the graduates in an inn downtown from the university, they were seated quite close together in the back seat of the car. Wanda's elbow had more than once casually and, of course, accidentally brushed across the sloping curve of Alice's firm, almost pointed breast. Alice had looked at Wanda from the corner of her eyes only to catch her looking back. Both grinned.

On another occasion that very week, Alice visited Wanda in her dormitory. She had come a little early, and had the opportunity to catch Wanda in her panties and brassiere.

"Oh,” Alice said, making a circle of her lips, “you've a lovely body, m'dear."

"Why, thank you,” Wanda replied demurely, half-blushing. She felt Alice's penetrating eyes as they lingered on the flesh-colored bra, which cupped two perfectly molded, virginal breasts, whose delectable nipples were visible through the transparent material of the sexy brassiere. Alice's eyes moved slowly down to gaze on Wanda's pubic mound.

"Really, dear, it's delicious,” Alice Long repeated before sitting down on the little couch in Wanda's private room.

"You really think so?"

"Oh yes… but yes. When I was your age, Wanda, and honestly,” she laughed softly, “it wasn't all that long ago, though I make it sound as if it were, my body was nearly as perfect. Especially my breasts."

Wanda's eyes moved slowly over Mrs. Long's breasts, which were concealed under the black silk dress she wore. The bodice of the dress molded her firm, swollen breasts and emphasized their magnificent proportions. They were larger than Wanda's.

"They're still very attractive,” said Wanda, licking her lips.

"Well,” said Mrs. Long, “I don't mean to say that they have fallen apart altogether,” she smiled, cupping her breasts with both hands and massaging them gently.