I was sitting in the library, working on my homework assignment, when I saw him. He was leaning back against the wall, looking at me with his arms crossed and a smile on his face. It was the first day of class, and I was wearing a tank top and leggings, so he could see my tumescence through my shirt.He had a great body, with broad shoulders and a large, imposing build.
I could see why girls fell in love with him. He had dark hair peeking out beneath the collar of his shirt, and eyes that sparkled like river pebbles on a sunny day. I was sitting with my legs tucked under me, so he could see my panties, too.
“Hey,” he said, smiling again. ” How’s your first day going?”
“Good,” I said, shifting my gaze to his face. “You?”
“Great,” he said, flashing me a grin.”I got an A on my last test, so I’m feeling pretty good about myself.”
I smiled back, glad that he was happy. “So, what are you studying?” he asked, changing the subject. “Linguistics, I guess.”
“Cool,” he said, brushing some of my long, straight hair behind my ear. “I need to study, too.I’m taking a language class, too.”
“Linguistics, huh?” I said, brushing my hand through his hair. “I need a study, too. My mom wants me to get a job, you know.”
“That’s why I’m here,” he said, nodding his head. “To help you with your homework, and maybe more.”
“More?You can help me with my homework?” I asked, shocked that he could possibly have enough time to do both of us.
“Yeah, sure I can help you with that, honeybunch,” he said, using my nickname for the first time. “But I need to study, too.I have to write a paper about the different dialects of English.”
“Okay,” I said, studying his face as he leaned in closer.
He was trying to kiss me, but I resisted. He was big and strong, and I was little and weak. What would happen if I let him kiss me? What would happen if I didn’t resist?Would he hurt me? What would happen if I gave in?”
My heart thudded heavily in my chest as I considered these questions. Was it worth the risk? I took a deep breath and exhaled, deciding that the answer was yes. “Okay, go ahead. I won’t stop you.
But just remember that there’s no such thing as a free lunch.”
“No shit,” he muttered, and kissed me quickly before pulling away. “Sorry, I got carried away.”
“It’s okay,” I said, touching his face gently with my fingertips. “I liked it.”
“Really?” he asked, his brows raised high. away. “Sorry, I got carried away.”
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