An Armpit Fetish Leads to Even More
Katie was as cute as a bug, for lack of a better way to put it. She was 5'4, small breasted, and heavily animated in conversation. She'd come to the big city from Missouri, originally, but retained no identifying accent or much in the ways of cultural markers. It's very common these days if you're white and raised middle class to be the voice from nowhere. In listening to her talk, she could have literally been from anywhere in America. She looked a little like a younger Maggie Gyllenhaal, if she'd been a few inches shorter and of a slightly smaller build. She exuded a girl-next-door charm and was pleasant and chatty to almost everyone. I got the feeling that she was a little lazy when it came to beautifying herself and keeping her personal space clean. She'd noted to our group of friends that she'd had to move to a new apartment in the area recently and had mentioned, with a typical smile on her face, that showing off the apartment to inquirers meant she