When I first saw her among the others, my heart skipped a beat. The whole world seemed to freeze on that instant. The ruckus around me became dim, time slowed down. All I could see was her beautiful face. One of radiant youthfulness. One of a princess. Her round, pleasantly blue eyes were the first feature that caught my attention. She was looking across the room. Her wavy, naturally bright blonde hair rested partially on her back and partially on her slender shoulders. She was wearing the same uniform as everyone else, but on her it looked more elegant, as if the apparel accommodated perfectly to her the delicate features. The last two buttons of her white blouse were left unbuttoned – purposefully perhaps? – but still concealed all it had to. Her praised navy blue skirt was just the right length, down to two inches above her knees. Her legs looked velvety soft and tight, as the rest of her skin. White stockings up to right under the knee just augmented them and enhanced the perfection of their form. Her whole posture was proper, with a straight back and legs close together, and her manners were exquisite. She looked and behaved like a real princess.
The bell bright me back to reality from my fantasies and careful observation. The class started. While taking attendance for the first time, I learned that this princess went by the name of Nicole. During the next 45 minutes, I functioned as in autopilot. Unable to full concentrate neither on the class nor on observing Nicole further.
Finally, the bell announced the much needed break. Nicole put her blue pen away in her case, and closed her notebook, placing it perfectly aligned with the case on a corner of her desk. Then she stood up, and stretched her arms by placing them behind her back, grabbing her hands together and trying to make her elbows touch. It was hypnotizing to see her blouse tightening around her ample chest. Unable to steer my gaze away, I felt my heart-beat race faster and faster. She might have noticed me, because when my eyes finally moved, they were caught in her stare. And her lips were curved in the sweetest of smiles.
I quivered instantly and looked away, feeling an awkward redness and warmth coming to my face. Such was my shyness that I tried hard as I could to shut her out from my field of vision. In hopes that I might stay focused on class for the rest of the day. My feeble attempts did not work, and I found myself daydreaming about Nicole every time my mind let itself wander. I needed to get close to her. I needed to touch her. I needed to feel her with all my senses. Yet, at the same time, I could not bring myself to even look or speak at her directly.
At the end of the day, my thoughts had exhausted me. I was sitting on my chair so absentmindedly, that I didn’t even notice when she, the sole focus of all my thoughts today, brushed her silky fingers on my arm and said with a high pitched and honey-flavored voice “Thank you for today’s class, Mr. Kane”. By the time I came back to my senses, she was already walking out the door, and all my eyes could see was her perfect figure disappearing from their sight.
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I’m actually looking for feedback on this. Should I continue with the story?
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