Every time she looked into the mirror she saw an image that drove her boyfriend crazy, but felt no desire to have him. She often wondered why she was with him and if she were indeed attracted to other women. Yet, whenever she looked at a girl she found herself mildly aroused, but never enough to act. She felt the same whenever it came to looking at other men too.
Her life was becoming a dull boring routine that needed some fulfillment. She was becoming restless beyond relief and any attempts to make herself come hadn't worked. She needed someone.
It was the one day that she was early for class to talk to her teacher about something she had a problem on. Instead she found this new man behind his desk and for the first time in months she felt herself feel weak around him. She could smell and taste his flesh on hers, feel his touch, and see her being filled.
She starred at him until he looked up and smiled at her. She blushed and walked off to her seat. When her teacher finally came in, he spoke to the young man about the computer but couldn't get her mind to concentrate on the conversation. All she heard was that he'd be back next time for class.
And with that, he picked up his stuff and left, only once turning back to see her follow him with her eyes. He smiled again and walked off.
She couldn't focus on class, all she could think about was him and the thoughts that exploded into her mind.
"Hey Dianne, what's wrong with you, you look like feverish." Her friend Cameron came up to her after class.
"Huh?" She finally focused on who was asking the question. It was Cameron, her best friend from high school.
"What's wrong with you, you look feverish."
"I don't know. I just-" she cut herself off not knowing how to explain what was going through her head, "I just need to go home, I don't feel too well."
Cameron sensed that something had overcome her friend but wasn't up to asking questions, she was late for her tutoring appointment.
As soon as Dianne got home she felt compelled to try and relive herself but it just wouldn't come. She gave up, and decided to sleep if off.
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He was running late as well, the girl he'd seen in Professor Brockwell's class set him a very horny mood and had to go relieve himself in the bathroom. She was absolutely stunning, long dark red hair, bright green eyes, creamy white skin, beautiful nice b or c cup breasts, and a skinny waist that led to a nice taut butt. Not to mention she was tall with killer legs.
He couldn't understand why she kept looking at him, it wasn't as if he was all that great looking, or at least he didn't think so. He with his bifocal glasses, more average then tone body, yes, he was slightly taller but still didn't see the attraction. He was a geek to the core; sure he was a bit of a jock in high school and enjoyed his usual tournaments in shooting clay pigeons but a geek he ever was.
Either way, he had to focus, the more he thought of her the more he grew hard in his pants. So he thought of the one thing that would make him disgusted, a naked old man.
Sitting in their usual place, Cameron was had already started her work and was already looking frustrated. He had been tutoring her since the beginning of the year but never had he looked at her as an actual female until now. She was just as beautiful as the mystery woman in class. She was blonde with dark eyes, tan skin, enormous breasts, just as tall and skinny as the red-head.
It was amazing to him how that one girl excited him to the point where none have over the past year. His ex left him soured on women, but this one...he couldn't stop thinking of her.
He did his best to focus on helping Cameron, but often found himself dropping off in the middle of a sentence.
"Will, what's wrong with you? You're all different today."
"Oh, sorry, its nothing." He blushed for his folly in allowing himself to be so caught up.
She poked and teased him, "You've finally met someone haven't you?"
He blushed bright red, bent his head down and smiled. "I don't know her name."
"Aww, Willie has a crush..." she teased him, "where did you see her?"
"Professor Brockwell's class."
Luckily, she remembered Dianne had a class with him today. She would be able to tell from a mere description of who it would be. "What does she look like?"
"Cam, why do you want to know?"
"I know someone that has class with him, she'd be able to tell me a name."
His face blanched at the thought of finally putting a name to the face, "She has red hair." Was all he could say, he didn't want to say more in case it was her friend.
She looked up at him suspiciously and hoped beyond hope he wasn't talking about her friend. Dianne had a boyfriend after all. She really wanted for Will to be happy, since his breakup, which he told her about after she had tried to make a few advances. He wasn't that bad looking once he took the glasses off. He was cute with brown hair and eyes, bright white smile, tan skin, boyish looking charms. His glasses however, were horrendous.
He blushed again, and pushed the image from his mind, "Okay, focus Cam, your Calculus final is in a couple days."
"Yeah, yeah. Rub it in genius." She rolled her eyes at the thought of having to do one more equation.
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"Hey babe, wake up." Dianne heard her boyfriend, Alex, call her from sleep. Slowly she opened her eyes. "Evenin' little lady."
"How long was I out for?"
"Long enough that you missed your last two classes."
At that, she sat right up and looked at the clock. "6:48! Alex, why didn't you wake me earlier?"
"I just got here, I tried calling you a million times."
