It all began with her.
Yeah, I was just as surprised. At that point in my life, I'd thought girls would never make the first move. Yet, she did, and I was all the more grateful for it.
It was my first day of college, mid-afternoon in a huge lecture hall where students were streaming in. I came a few minutes early -- I wanted to make sure I got a nice seat and maybe talk to people around me.
Nobody came, of course. In college, there's an unspoken rule. As people stream into the classroom, you can pick any seat as long as it's not right next to anyone you don't know.
For the first few minutes of class, I kept looking around nervously, waiting for people to come in, hoping someone would come sit next to me and talk for a few minutes. I checked the time on my phone a few times, until I saw it signal the start of class. The professor motioned for everyone to quiet down, and I looked around behind me, seeing everyone seated exactly one seat away from each other.
It was a few minutes into lecture, when I was about to lose interest and start doodling in my notebook, when she showed up.
"Can I sit here?" She whispered.
I glanced over at her and gawked. She was wearing skin-tight jeans that showcased long legs. Thin, but muscular at the same time. She could totally be a soccer player or a cross-country runner by the looks of it. Light-brown locks of hair fell around her shoulders, and a few strands were pulled back into a small braid. She wore glasses on her very cute face, which appeared to be something between European and Asian. The best part? Her very loose-fitting blouse did nothing to hide her huge chest, handfuls of cleavage which could have easily been model material.
Could she sit here?
Of-fucking-course.
"Yeah, go ahead," I said, trying to keep my cool.
"Thanks," she whispered back.
Professor Hatchett kept speaking but my mind was distracted the whole time. Who was this beautiful woman sitting next to me? I focused on my notebook, trying to keep my eyes from straying off to the side.
The professor's question caught my attention before I realized it wasn't a cold call. "Who here can tell me who these figures are? Just give me one of them." He pointed at the screen which displayed four images: one was of an animal-looking sculpture, one was of a huge stone slab covered by inscribed text, another was a photograph of an army of humanoid warrior statues, and the last one was a large pyramid building, though it didn't look like the ones in Egypt.
His eyes wandered the crowd of bored students until they landed on mine and nodded. I panicked and looked around and my heart leaped when I saw that he was actually looking at the girl next to me, who had her hand raised.
I glanced at her, eager for a chance to look at her again. She was quite likely one of the most beautiful girls I'd ever seen. This time, I noticed the small strands of hair coming over her forehead. It was almost perfect -- my hands ached to tuck them behind her ear and see more of her soft, unblemished cheeks. My eyes traveled as far as they dared wander, drinking her in.
"The one on the top-right is the Rosetta Stone," she said. Her voice was as beautiful as herself, somehow gentle but confident at the same time.
"Very good! What about..." he continued as my mind wandered off.
I kept that image in my mind, trying to commit it to memory. Her slim form, leaned back in a relaxed manner, her beauty juxtaposed against the shabby lecture hall seats.
"Alright, so that's what we're going to be covering this class, from earliest forms of civilization in 6000 BC, to the development of more modern societies and advanced cultures," Hatchett explained, finishing up his last slide. It was still a half hour before the class ended. "So, I was talking to my son who's in university, and he was always talking about how it was hard to meet new people. Everyone kind of just rushes into class, listens to the professor talk for an hour or so, and rushes out to their next class.
I know everyone here is just taking this class as a GE, and it's very likely that you'll forget all of it the day after the final. Something that is going to last however, are all the future friends you're sitting with right now. Why don't you all introduce yourselves to the people around you for the last few minutes of class."
My heart thumped in my chest. I was like a deer in headlights.
"Hey, my name's Keira," she said, holding out her hand.
I took it, and noticed the pale, smooth skin of her forearm. Oh, I was hopeless.
Somehow, I managed to make some conversation without tripping over too many words. It turned out we were both neuroscience majors and were taking some of the same intro classes for biology together too.
I told her about all the clubs I wanted to join this quarter and asked her about what she wanted to do this semester. It turned out, she was interested in a lot of different kinds of things, from auditioning for acapella groups to joining research labs.
Her laugh. How had I not mentioned that yet? It was perfect. She would flash me a smile for all my jokes and make my heart shiver. And her boobs would jiggle. It was all I could do to not glance down at them every time she laughed. They were so beautiful, and planted dirty thoughts in my head that I fought to ignore. I was probably the envy of every warm-blooded straight male in the room.
"Alright, thanks folks, I'll have office hours on Thursday this week if you want to come hang out," Hatchett said. People were up and about before he finished speaking.
"It was nice talking to you, Sean," Keira said. "I'll see you next class?"
"Yes, of course!" She wanted to see me again. I was just about the luckiest man alive.
