Not alot of college guys caught my attention, but he did.
I saw him everyday as I crossed the college campus on my way to my second class of the day on Wednesdays. I looked forward to Wednesdays for this reason, even though it was my day that was filled beginning to end with intense lab sessions and advanced physics classes. At least, before the worst of it, I could see someone as gorgeous as him.
Every week I noticed something more that made me want him. He had beautiful broad shoulders that blocked out the morning sun as he walked toward me from a distance. His hair was clean cut on the sides with a pleasant mop of curls on the top of his head. He had a strong brow over beautiful eyes. His lips were full, dark pink. Soft, I surmised.
He walked with his hands in his pockets and a scarf over his shoulders in the chilled spring air.
He always wore nice oxford shoes and slacks, setting him miles apart from the gym clothes the rest of the students seemed to wear to school. And when he breezed past me, I drew in the scent of spices and vanilla. I always had half a mind to turn around and follow him, push him against the red brick of the building, and kiss him until he didn't know where he was anymore. He was so beautiful. One day, I decided it was time to make my move.
On this Wednesday, I took my time getting ready in the morning. I stood in the hot, steamy shower and touched my body in the places I wanted his hands to be. I imagined his strong forearms on either side of my hips as his body pressed into mine. I leaned forward, wanting to feel him wet and naked with me, and pouted when I couldn't will him to appear.
I dressed myself in the sexiest outfit I dared to wear to school. Garters, stockings, cute combat heels, a low cut v-neck, a skirt, and a black bra and panties set. My makeup had to be perfect, my hair had to be styled but not too much in case his fingers would find their way there as I went down on him.
I sat impatiently through my first class, avoiding the stares of my classmates. The anticipation was making me wet.
Finally, the hour ended and I made my way to the stretch of sidewalk on which I usually saw my dream guy. When I saw him, my heart felt like it had been washed in electricity. His eyes met mine in the polite glance we usually gave each other, but this time I didn't break my gaze. He looked down and back up, noticing I was still watching him. An uncertain hand reached up and removed his headphones as I stopped walking in front of him.
"Hi," he said, almost as a question.
I reached to him and held either end of his scarf, pulling him to me. I put my lips beside his neck and asked, "Want to come with me?"
He didn't say anything, but he nodded. I held both ends of his scarf in one hand and led him to the nearby building. When we turned the corner, out of sight I pressed him into the wall and released his scarf. I ran my hands up and down his sides. He was real.
"You're gorgeous," I whispered.
"You too," he said, a little nervously.
I looked into his face. He had freckles on his nose. "I want to do things to you."
He smiled crookedly, his full lips parting to show beautiful white teeth. "Go ahead."
I wanted to giggle at how spontaneous he was being with a complete stranger, but I couldn't wait any more. I pulled on his handsome plaid button up and laid my lips on his.
