It was the beginning of the semester, and she walked into my class. A stunning Asian goddess of 20 years old. Standing 5 foot 1, with a beautiful face, and a gorgeous body; this 35 year old guy had to often stop himself from staring.
From day one, she sat in the front row, and always made it a point of speaking on her views; her outward personality was certainly one of the many characteristics about her that I really enjoyed. Another, was her choice of modest clothing, worn in a sexy way, for example, the day she wore a dress that was cut just a few inches above her knees, and she absentmindedly did not cross her legs, giving a great view of her autumn brown panties, that made me have to sit at my desk to cover the throbbing hard on, she’d so easily given me.
For the first few weeks, she’d talk to me during class, make it a point of hugging me after class, and I’d always catch her glances when around campus. I had a feeling she liked me, but having never having been in this type of relationship, I was hesitant to say the least.