chapter 1- the race for the room (p2)

Her summer had been completely free of stress and it looked like her junior year was shaping up to be no different. Taking another look at herself, Mia couldn’t help but feel proud, sexy and, well, more than a little thirsty. The time for self-admiration would have to wait, as Mia resumed her walk to the kitchen. Passing by the wooden table, Mia quickly grabbed a glass and filled it in the sink. She took a sip before sitting down at the table. After another hardier gulp, Mia glanced down at her body and wiped away the bead of sweat that was slowly racing toward her navel. Pressing her hand slightly against her lean and toned stomach, Mia could feel her firm abs. She didn’t have the bulging muscles of a six-pack but her trim stomach certainly had the lean foundation for one.

Mia gave it a pat and finished her water before heading over to the bathroom scale. She eagerly hopped on and waited for the reading to show. It blinked 117lbs and stayed there for a few moments, Mia could tell her stomach looked smaller than it had the last time she checked her weight. Regardless, Mia got off the scale in triumph, and headed back to the front hallway so she could grab the small pink t-shirt from her luggage that she normally used to workout in. Mia hadn’t worn it during the race because she’d frankly wanted to show off the results of her hard work and dedication. As she put it on, and wiggled it into place, Mia could tell it was looser than before. Maybe she had lost some extra weight? Mia couldn’t really tell from a quick glance in her mirror, but before she could inspect further she heard a noise from outside the house.

Mia raised her eyebrow as she judgingly glanced at her watch while Kate trudged through the door. With an official time of 26 minutes and 30 seconds, Kate must have given up and walked home knowing the race was already lost. Poor Kate. Not! At 5’7 and 133lbs Kate was no slouch in the looks department. As Kate hunched over and tried desperately to catch her breath, Mia studied her chief competition for social supremacy at Douglas University.

Kate’s long, blonde hair was in a cute ponytail. However, as Mia scanned Kate’s body she wondered if Kate should have spent more time training than she did on her hair. Mia could tell why Kate had lost the race, there was a hint of softness to Kate’s athletic body that wasn’t present anywhere on Mia’s except maybe her thighs and rear. Kate’s light-blue sports-bra and matching shorts clung to her body a little tight across her middle and exposed a tiny pouch of fat smack-dab where her lower abs should have been. Even the muscles Kate possessed in her legs were much less defined than Mia’s. Although, as she looked Kate over, Mia had to admit that there was one area where Kate had her soundly beaten, cleavage.

Kate was a busty blonde who filled her D-cup very well. Kate definitely had an hourglass figure while Mia’s resembled more of a pear because of her modest bust size and proportionally big bum. Mia couldn’t help but think her bust size only looked small because of how large Kate’s was. However, there was some silver lining. Mia had correctly anticipated that those big meat bags would give Kate problems during the race. Kate was still hunched over but she was trying to straighten up. It took her a moment, but she was eventually able to hoist her large knockers upward enough to manage to stand up straight. The look Kate gave Mia was one of acknowledgment and perhaps envy. She knew she’d been soundly beaten in the race, but even as Kate tasted defeat her blue eyes sparkled with a blaze of resilience.

Just because Kate was Mia’s closest college friend, didn’t mean she wasn’t an obstacle for Mia in the realm of dating. Memories of losing out to Kate on more than one potential sexy fling during freshman year still clung soundly toward the front of Mia’s mind. It was a shame they both had such similar tastes in men. They often butted heads after realizing they were pining for the same guy. It’s why their little competitions they referred to as ‘challenges’ were so important. Rather than fight endlessly they settled their disputes with little physical competitions or challenging bets. It wasn’t a perfect system, but it kept their friendship intact. At the moment, Mia sat above Kate on the social pyramid, but she only did so by a hair. That meant she had to keep winning their little ‘challenges’ at all costs. If Mia wanted to enjoy all the fruits of being queen bee, she knew she had to keep Kate in her place. As if on cue, Kate gave up her attempt to stand up straight on equal footing with Mia and hunched over again to breathe more freely.