Hey y’all- first story! Be gentle.
So I went to grad school in my early 30s. When I moved to the east coast, I was leaving behind a 7 year relationship and wasn’t really looking to get back into anything serious.
Enter Karen.
Her real name is Kahyun, but she insisted on the Americanized name. In the first week of class, we were assigned to work together on a 2-person project.
Right out of the gate, I knew I was in trouble. Karen was short (maybe 5”3”) and curvy, with thick, juicy thighs and round tits that always seemed to be just a little exposed. More than that, she had this look in her eye.
Guys and girls, I know you know what I’m talking about. Some people just drip with sexual energy. Everything about them: the way they move, the way they talk. It’s not that they’re overt, but they have this nameless physical confidence that makes them irresistible.
Every day that we work together, I have to resist the urge to tear her clothes off and go wild. A few days in, she drops a “my boyfriend” into conversation.