**Chapter 2**
Amanda: “*Ronny, our report is due in less than 7 days, the first draft was rejected. We need to start over again*!”
Ronny: “*First draft rejected? That bitch! How are we going to finish everything in such a short timeframe?”*
Amanda: “*We need to meet tomorrow to settle this.*”
Ronny: “*Tomorrow? Where’s good for you?*”
Amanda: “*My place, 7:00 PM?*”
Ronny: “*Okay…*”
Amanda is crowned as our school nerd, she is that girl who takes the number one position every semester. Whenever it is results day, no one gets a prize for guessing who the top scorer will be.
Somehow, Amanda would always end up sitting beside me in class because we both like to camp at the back row. I strategically positioned myself there so that I can steal a nap or two in hope of not being caught. For her, I don’t know, maybe she’s just shy being in front.
This girl has got brown-shoulder length hair with a face determined by a black framed spectacle. Her outfit never fails to be a combination of some short sleeve shirt paired with a skirt that has got a “not-so-exciting” length. Standing at only 1.6 meters tall, there is nothing physically attractive about her, Carin is way hotter.
Amanda carries an out-of-this-world intelligence level. She is not just book smart, she is actually extremely street smart as well. There was once Amanda got the whole class a day-off because she went to Ms. Jeslyn to tell her that we needed more time to finalize on a class project and managed convince her that it was more favorable for the class to do an independent discussion without the teacher involved. I later found out that she had an urgent family matter to settle at home, and in order to avoid a strike on her attendance, she pulled the whole class down to protect herself – I think this is really sexy.
Oh fuck, it’s 7:15 PM, I’m late for my meeting with Amanda. She lives in some godforsaken condominium just off the expressway, getting there on foot is quite the challenge but it is mandatory that I do so because taking a cab would be really pricey, I needed to save money for Carin’s upcoming birthday, she wants a Prada wallet, anything lesser than that I might as well drown myself in the sea.
30 minutes later, I was finally at her doorstep, tried sounding the doorbell but it seemed to be faulty. I tried knocking onto the wooden door as hard, and as respectful as I could, now, all I can do is wait.
To be honest, I was feeling rather uneasy, I don’t like foreign places, makes me feel insecure, and a little unsafe.
The lock started clacking, and the door swung open swiftly. I was greeted by Amanda wearing just a simple white t-shirt, a black jogger’s shorts, and of course, her signature black framed spectacle. She looks different, her thighs were quite alluring, wonder how it feels if I could rest my palms on them.
Amanda: “*Ron! You’re late!*”
Ronny: “*Sorry… it was really hard to find your place.*”
Amanda: “*Hurry now, come on in. We need to get this done fast.*”
As I stepped into Amanda’s house, it smelled of typical potpourri, most of the surroundings were dark, and it seemed like no one was home. I didn’t care much, I just wanted to finish my dreadful school work and get the hell out of there. Potpourri reminds me of my grandmother and this was a major turn off.
She led me into her room, instructed me to sit on the floor, and took out mountains of lecture notes in hope that I’m able to pinpoint the important parts, and draw a treasure map to our pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Sadly, this was not my forte.
Since I was late, I’ll have to make it up to her by starting the brainstorming alone while she takes a quick shower. Arranging the notes into an order that makes human sense was already like scaling Mount Everest.
15 minutes later, Amanda walked into the room, her brown hair was still wet, she was dressed in a grey colored sleeping gown, the atmosphere started smelling like yummy strawberries because of the Body Shop shower gel she used, and more importantly, her nipples were trying to peek through that silky grey sleeping gown, I was a little turned on, but hey, she’s Amanda, she’s a top nerd, and I am definitely not into nerds, snap out of it!
Amanda sat down on the floor with me, crossed her legs, and started to shift our project to a more sensible direction. One hour into the meeting, I was already zoning out, school work is too fucking boring.
Just when I was about to officially doze off, Amanda lifted her legs so that she could find a more comfortable position. I swear, for that short moment, I managed to catch a glimpse of her pussy. Surprisingly, this nerdy little girl sleeps without any undergarments, she was nicely shaven, but her lips were shut tight, damn, how wish I could just use my index and middle fingers to spread them open so that I could see what’s on the inside. Even better, maybe I should stick my fingers in to teach her about g-spot management. Or…
Amanda: “*Ron! Hey, Ron! Stop daydreaming. We need this done within the hour, I’m tired, I want to crash soon.*”
Ronny: “*Oh.. yea.. okay… I’m hard.. eh.. I’m trying hard, this is hard…*”
Argh, I should stop talking about hardness. I told her that she should make the final decision and I’ll just follow where ever she takes me. I needed to get out of her house soon otherwise I would cum in my pants.
Amanda: *“Okay, I know you’re tired. But this report is not mine alone. Why don’t you come over again tomorrow around the same time to finish this up?*”
Finish up? Oh sure, I’d gladly finish you up! Damn it, how can I be fantasizing about Amanda this way? Carin would be terribly upset if she’s got a crystal ball into my mind.
Ronny: “*See you tomorrow, Amanda. Rest well.*”
The next day, my spirit was beaming, I was carrying some sort of joy within me because I know that I was going back to Amanda’s room. The treat I received last night was refreshing, I hopped to her place like an enthusiastic 12-year-old boy, in fact, I was even on time!
The fear of being in a foreign place was not as serious as what I experienced yesterday, but still, I tried to simmer myself down, don’t want to scare this intellectually innocent girl. I pushed the doorbell and waited patiently, I pushed the doorbell again when no one answered after 3 long minutes. Oh yes, it slipped my mind, her doorbell was not working.
As I was about to give the wooden door a knock, I realized that it was slightly ajar, I slowly pushed the door inward like a scene from a horror movie. The house was dark just like yesterday, however, the smell of potpourri seemed more acceptable this evening, maybe because I was in a better mood.
As I peer afar towards the direction of Amanda’s room, I see a ray of light shining out from her half-opened door. I don’t know why, but I was moving silently like a ninja as if trying to steal the emperor’s jade collection.
When I was right outside her room, I whispered as loud as I could
Ronny: *“Amanda? Amanda?”*
After getting no reply, I quietly peeked through the half-opened door. There she was, laying in bed, dozed off facing the wall while dressed in a black sleeping gown. She attempted to find a more comfortable position by using her right leg to hook onto her bolster.
Immediately, my hormones started doing cartwheels, the gown drooped off her butt cheek and exposed a portion of Amanda’s lovely small-sized smooth bottom. My heart started pulsating, and crazy thoughts begin to fill my mind.
What was Amanda trying to do? Was she seducing me? Was she sending me a message asking me to fuck her properly? Or was I thinking too much? I don’t know, I don’t care, I did not want to think so much mainly because I am unable to think straight anymore.
I was somehow convinced that Amanda needed to be pleasured, she was so tired, she must be going through so much stress. I told myself that I can relief her of her sufferings.
I stuck my fingers into my mouth with the intention of lubricating them, I walked closer to her bed, sat down, and…
**Stay tuned to Chapter 3**
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/j1slqc/amanda_the_girl_who_sat_beside_me_in_class