Jennifer ... does it matter if the girls are lesbians?" Officially, I'm not supposed to know. Unofficially, as long as it doesn't interfere with their... jobs, I don't care what they do in their off-hours. Are they cool?"It was Lisa who answered. "Yeah, they're cool ... they don't take any gaff but they don't get uptight either. That reminds me ... you remember Elizabeth, the girl who flashed the Dean of Women's Studies... ? She'd be good too." What about guys?" I'll let you know, Jennifer. I have. "Come over here. I need to pick out your outfit." He trudgedover and stood beside her. He never realised he did it but he flinchedslightly as she then moved directly in front of him. She had to lookdown slightly to meet his eyes. "My goodness, Emily, I thought we werethe same height but you're actually a little shorter than me. Not aproblem I suppose as long as we keep you in skirts, dresses or evenshorts or crop pants."She paused for a second then said, "I'm in a really good mood today,Emily,. OK, very clingy and rather transparent. I should have gone and changed. I didn’t. I was beginning to enjoy myself. We sat in the garden with our coffee and delicious Danish pastries talking gibberish. He was still checking me out, probably because I was accidentally-on-purpose flashing him whenever possible – leaning forward so he could see my tits, legs angled to make the most of them and probably more than a hint of pussy. I got up to get some more coffee, and when I turned round – bottom. The road was well lit and although the Sun had long since disappeared below the horizon, being replaced with a fearsome wind in the night sky, there were enough cars and people about to make her feel safe. She had thought of ringing him and asking him to meet her at the bus stop but that would have spoilt the surprise – it was his birthday in three days and although their relationship was new, she wanted to treat him. She wanted him to not expect her and then offer him a present, and a night of.