This is an oldie but a goodie. At the time, I was 19. My dorm had an auction where each RA was selling something personal based on their specific talents. The object of my lust was 21 and selling a hand drawn portrait to the highest bidder.
She was Filipina, about 5’4, 34c, HWP/great curves, with beautiful brown eyes, full lips, an infectious laugh and a great sense of humor. Needless to say I was the highest bidder.
We arranged a time to meet so she could do the drawing; the anticipation was insane. While she was drawing, the tension did not improve, with all the intense thought, long stares and occasional quips/laughter.
The vibe was strong.
We talked about where we both were from, told the stories about friends and parties that filled our minds and found that our interaction was rather effortless. The tension of anticipation in my body had given way to primal awareness and acceptance of the moment.
Though I don’t remember a specific line or the specifics of what was said, at a certain point, the drawing gave way to longer stares. She eventually bit her lower lip, her eyes veering to one side, contemplating her next move. I stepped closer.