It had been a whole day since I had my encounter with professor Dunes, with her fine ass. Greg had asked me no less than five times what happened. I told him if he would have been on his job and not fucking off he would have known what happened. Even more so, he left me stranded after he got me jammed up. That was a fuck nigga move, but I couldn't be mad though. The outcome of the whole incident still had my dick hard as I thought about it. I wonder if professor Dunes was thinking of me like I was thinking of her. Regardless today we would see each other as chemistry and more importantly, calculus was on the plate today.
Chemistry was a breeze, we just reviewed for the looming final that was fast approaching next week. Carla sat next to me like she had the whole semester. She was a surprise smash. I hadn't even told Greg about her. We had worked on a few projects together before mid-terms. We had a cool vibe or whatever, from when we met the first day so it was natural we partnered on projects. She was really smart, which was a turn on to begin with but getting a chance to see her out of class and off campus presented a different side of her. She had an apartment off campus and she suggested that we use her spot to work on our project. The first project was really successful I think we got a 93 on that one. The aimless stares by both parties was noticeable. I was surprised by her natural beauty. I mean I thought she was cute in class but this was on some different type shit. In class she always had her hair up and in a ponytail that fell a few inches past her shoulders. She wore glasses and dressed rather modest for a campus in Orlando, FL. She had the prototypical nerd look to me. She always wore rather lose jeans and graphic tees. Never could really tell what she was concealing, body wise.
The second time I came over, she let me in and directed me to the couch. She darted to the back and I had a seat. Her spot solidified the geekiness she portrayed. Her coffee table was littered with comics and anime DVDs. I grabbed a comic book and started flipping through some of the pages. I actually saw a character I wasn't familiar with. I began to read about him. Turns out it was The Black Panther. I was familiar with the Marvel movies and I quite fancied them. The Hulk was my favorite character though. It's rare to see a marvel super hero that was black. I was reading when Carla emerged from the back. The sounds of her approaching tore my eyes from the book. I looked up and she had on a tank top wonder woman shirt, and some basketball shorts. I didn't put the book down I just peered over top of it as she went in to the kitchen.
"You want a drink?" she asked. "I have water, apple juice, and orange-peach-mango."
"Let me have a cup of that last one please." I responded.
"Orang-peach-mango?"
"Yes ma'am."
She came out and I took a closer look at her, she was gorgeous. Light skin little thing, pretty eyes, deceptive subtle curves, her hair (which was down now) and longer than I imagined. I wondered if she knew how beautiful she was. That low key unsuspecting sexy shit really turned me on. I grabbed the cup of juice she handed me and sipped. She sat next to me and I pulled the laptop up. We had to do a presentation on greenhouse gasses. So this was the research phase of things. She gave me a few suggestions of things to pullup, and I tapped our good friend google on the shoulder for answers. We went thru this whole spill for about thirty minutes. All the while our eyes would meet every so often. I continued to read off information for her to take notes. I came to a stopping point, before we began to look up a few more sites for info.
"Are you into anime?" Carla randomly questioned.
"Naw, not really." I said not looking up from
"Really why not?"
"I mean the closet thing I got to that was Pokémon and Dragon Ball-Z. I never really got into the hardcore anime though. Why what's up?"
"I was just asking and maybe I can put you on to something new." Carla disclaimed.
"Hmph, maybe I'll take you up on that offer." Fact of the matter was I wanted to be around her. Each time it was like a layer was peeled back, exposing more of her true self. We finished up that study session around 8 p.m. that night. We ended up walking to Sonics, where I got her a slush and a quick bite. I got my normal lemon-berry with nerd candy and she got an ocean water slush. We sat out in the little patio dining area and watched as the car-hop rolled over to us with our food.
"I don't think I can do that job." I said to her.
