<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h215/wontsubmit/waterson1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Qiang Nuo<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Student<br/><strong>Location:</strong>At her locker Sept 1st 2013<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Astraflare, Open<br/><br/>Sex was always something that happened to other people or with other girls.  There had never been much time for such things in her youth and after the hospital there had never been much opportunity.  One time with a boy, a fellow circus performer, had been disappointing enough to dissuade her from the risk of repeating the act.  Having a large contingent of the military after one was also a good deterrent against stopping for a little romp.  So when the stirrings of attraction or at least of carnal interest reared their ugly heads inside the stomach of Nuo, they largely went unrecognized and served as an annoyance.  A peculiar sensation that involved her stopping to look, sometimes even stare at the object of her attraction was all she knew them for.  That such emotion might stir when Idris undressed was also disturbing.  At school there had been women partners and she had seen such things on American television, but that was for someone else.  Nuo gave a hard swallow and continued to bounce into her uniform, turning away so she might press such things down.<br/><br/>This act afforded Idris a glance at the backside of the energetic woman just before her suit was tugged up over the firm curve.  Arms soon found their way down into the sleeves so that the top was tugged onto her upper body.  Nuo turned back around then with the zipper of her front undone, the sports bra straining to keep her chest in place while she still bounced around the locker room.  Hands dipped back to pull the black strands of her hair up and away from the collar of the uniform, igniting a brilliant display of the strands behind her.<br/><br/>“Oh no, you should be scared.  I have heard bad things about this place, but fun things too.  Being afraid is good, but being still is bad.  So better to bounce and move forward.”<br/><br/>Nuo gave a sharp laugh and leapt upward before crashing down on the cushion again.  Soon she was laying supine on the furniture, both legs raised up in the air as she struggled for the boots to find their place.  There was a grunt before both boots slide into place, her fingers tightening the laces quickly and expertly while her legs were still held up in the air.  Once the footwear was in place she did a lazy roll from the cushion and down to the floor.  Legs slowly spread out on the floor into a split which was designed to stretch out the muscles of her legs along with prepare her body for the demanding flexibility she might soon endure.  Hands stretched out before her as she likewise brought her upper body down to the floor.<br/><br/>“Clothes are-ah-stretchy.”<br/><br/>From Idris’s position she could also see how form fitting the attire could be as Nuo continued her stretch.<br/>