The whole demeanor of her gazelle-like being was decidedly hoydenish; sort of a willowy Jamie Lee Curtis type if quantification was necessary.The whole demeanor of her gazelle-like being was decidedly hoydenish; sort of a willowy Jamie Lee Curtis type if quantification was necessary. Of singular interest to me was the fact that she never used perfume of any sort. Yet sitting beside Norma, especially on a dank, humid day, I'd perceive a decided redolence about her. How could this be described? Musky? No, musty might possibly be more accurate. The closest I could compare Norma's olfactory aura to would be that of jonquils. This scent had a profound influence upon me; throughout most of the class I'd be burdened with a massive erection. Later, when time came for a piss-break, I noted that the end of my cock was wet with the glaire of arousal. Norma was definitely an unconventional sort; latter-day hippie should well suffice to describe her. Every so often, she'd punctuate innocuous conversation with non sequiturs such as "Damn cold makes my nipples hard!" and "Can you loan me a dime for the tampon-machine?" Parenthetically, now that I think of it, she never did pay back any of lo, those many dimes she borrowed. |