[FM] Late nights in the law school library [part 1]

So I’m the first to admit that this is perhaps more vanilla than this sub usually gets, but I still get off thinking about this whole saga; so I’m hoping there’s someone else who appreciates this extremely slow burn vanilla stuff, haha. Let me know if you want to hear the rest of it :) also very open to any feedback on *how* I’m telling the story!

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I’ve never considered myself sexy, or really even flirty. I’m pretty short, mousy brown hair, and a face that I’m pretty happy with. I also have 34Gs that look a little bit silly on my short frame – but I like them. I’m from small town rural America and didn’t have my first kiss until I went off to college. Those from small towns know it’s sometimes just not worth it to mess around in such a small and fraught dating pool.

I did fine in college – didn’t really struggle with finding guys (and the occasional girl) who were down, but I wouldn’t say I had any mind-blowing sexual experiences in college.

Then I started law school – and the dating pool here is just an entirely different universe. The men here are wholly unlikable at first. Smarmy, rude, arrogant: not really what I go for. My first year contracts class was kicking my ass. I’ve never struggled academically, so this was brand new territory.

My contracts professor assigned study groups at the beginning of the term and I went religiously, hoping that one of my classmates would be able to push through the smarminess and be helpful.

Enter Lucas. He’s the poster child of law school arrogance – over 6ft tall, a mop of icy blond hair, and piercing blue eyes that you can feel undressing you and also assessing if you’re a competent threat to him in the academic arena (spoiler: you never are). And the worst part? He’s extremely fucking brilliant with contracts, and was willing to help. He seemed physically incapable of removing all condescension from his tone, but as the semester crawled on, he was a grade-saving lifeline. And I slowly felt myself warming to his unconventional charm, and he seemed to take a liking to me.

As finals approached, it became clear that the rest of the study group was dead weight. Lucas was the only one who was genuinely helpful – and I didn’t want to waste my time.

I shot him a text and said:

Me: hey! It’s [me] from study group. I’m already feeling nauseous about the exam coming up and in the name of efficiency….I wanted to see if you wouldn’t mind doing a few 1:1 sessions?

Lucas: haha I know who this is. No need to introduce yourself every time. Yeah – let’s do it.

Me: lmao gotcha – sorry! when / where works for you? Ideally [other group members] don’t find out we ditched them…

Lucas: we could do later in the evening or at one of our places?

And then I felt a nervous lump in my throat and a warmth rush through me. Why was I so excited? He’s not my type by any stretch of the imagination, and *surely* he has enough women in his rotation that he doesn’t want anything with the study group girl. But as the days marched on, that excitement didn’t dissipate.

We decided to meet up one evening in the library at around 8pm. I showed up in a thin white tee shirt and my most casual jeans, and he showed up in athletic shorts and a black tee. We sat down at a study table and that’s when I felt it: his eyes, piercing and expressive, drifting down my shirt and pausing – staring directly at my 34Gs, which are often covered by sweaters and baggier tops. I saw a smirk creep across his face as he refused to look away; I could feel his gaze holding, and even from across the table that gaze sent shockwaves through my system. I felt my breath catch for a split second and felt my soft, pink nipples go rock hard and press tight against my bra.

But then I panic. Maybe I’m imagining this, I thought – we should get to studying just in case im making this all up. So I speak up and say “can we start with UCC versus common law breach damages?” – my voice, squeakier than usual, pushed out.

Without breaking his gaze at my chest and without the smirk falling off his face, he said “yeah, let’s do that.”

And then we really do study the rest of the evening – but now we both know there’s something else at play: he wants to see my tits, and I desperately want to show him.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/sk6egn/fm_late_nights_in_the_law_school_library_part_1