The heavy heat from the mid June sun was shining through the windows into a late afternoon lecture. Grace had mastered the art of seeming engaged whilst allowing her mind to zone out and wander however, even this was proving difficult. Warmth filled the air and she could feel the white shirt clinging to her back as her body desperately attempted to cool her skin. Lightly dizzy, she reached down to her bag, retrieving a bottle of room temperature water and sipped what little remained before positioning her head back to the right, resting the palm of her hand against her blonde hair, supported by her elbow resting on the table.
Their lecturer continued to elaborate on over an extract of literature, of which the auditorium had little to zero interest in and had surrendered themselves to daydreaming, exhausted from a day of 25 degree heat with only a slow warm breeze to provide any relief.
A rustle of noise slid past the open windows and a light gust slowly made its way into the room. Positioned on the farthest side from the window, Grace waited as the wind grazed past her classmates before reaching her. In anticipation, she straightened her posture, pulling her shirt away from her skin. The air lightly brushed her hair away from her neck and she felt her sweat cooling her. She closed her eyes for a moment as the breeze slid through the gap between the buttons of her white shirt and cooled the little beads of sweat that clung to her breasts and tummy.
The clock behind the lecturer read 15:03, still an hour to go. As she glanced around the room, Grace was bemused to see everyone bore the same docile expressionless face, seemingly praying for another gust of wind to grace them. Casting her eyes over the row directly in front, their posture told her they were enduring the same level of hardship.
Grace picked up her pen, beginning to aimlessly doodle in her notebook until an unexpected source of distraction presented itself to her. In the seat to her left, a classmate was repositioning himself awkwardly in his chair. From the corner of her bright blue eyes, she could see him fumbling inside the pocket of his trousers. Laughing internally to herself, she imagined how uncomfortable he must have been to risk the embarrassment of that sort of adjustment however, she then caught a glimpse of a significant bulge standing proud on top of the leg closest to her.
She thought he must have had something in his pocket like his keys or a pen however, as she pivoted her head further to the left it she saw his eyes were locked firmly on her shirt. Awkwardly she glanced down and realised the untied buttons at the top of her shirt were fully exposing her chest and laced bra to his direction. Raising her head back to meet his gaze, his eyes widened and cheeks flushed in a manor that suggested it was not due to the heat of the room.
A, not entirely unwelcome, rush of icy adrenaline pumped in her veins, as the embarrassment of what was happening realised itself upon her. He had seen her, sweating in the heat. The thoughts flooded her mind How long has he been looking at me? How much of me has he seen? Can anyone else see me? He repositioned himself...... his pocket!
Her eyes returned down and saw that the 'pen' had significantly grown in size, definitely not the size of a Biro. He awkwardly smiled at her, clearly unsure of what to do next. Grace felt exactly the same, sure this was completely inappropriate but in honesty, quite liked the fact he was hard for her. She moved her notebook to the left hand side of her desk, scribbling 'It's hot in here right?' trying to make light of the situation.
Jack's smile widened as he grabbed his pen 'So hot...' he paused for a moment, still unsure of her reaction to what he was doing before quickly scribbling '... sorry for staring'. Grace, chuckling quietly to not attract attention, could still see him looking at her in the same direction. Clearly not sorry she thought whilst pondering how to respond. Before she had a chance, he had started again 'for what it's worth, you look so good. I'm Jack'.
