I looked across the room for her. Usually Eve is absent from art class, but today she decided to stick through the grueling three hours of staring at shoes, bell peppers, plants, and whatever other still life our teachers can muster up. There she was, with her giant clipboard on her lap, scribbling away on her drawing pad with the tiny stick of charcoal. She felt my gaze and looked up, and then I gave her a wry smile. Her serious expression loosened, and her eyes began to sparkle. She gave me a small, sly grin, and then went back to work.
A month ago, on the first day of class, I had noticed Eve and was bemused by her loveliness. I was only looking at her face, mind you. I have been sculpting her form in my mind since then. Her mixed white-Asian ethnicity makes her complexion so nice and fair, and she has a short, stylish haircut with little waves. I guess you could say she has a tomboyish sort of look. Her clothes are always subtly stylish, and my keen eye could tell she was an art major at first glance. It must be the way she carries herself, too. She has this manner about her, where she acts like she has been around art all her life, and she was born to be an artist. I think it is a kind of subtle bitchiness, but I still like her. She has always been nice to me.
Sometime during the third week of school, I noticed that Eve was wearing a tight pink baseball tee underneath her polo shirt. At this moment I kicked myself in the leg for not noticing the rest of Eve’s body before. For her size, Eve has extremely large breasts. I am not a breast expert, but I can safely say that her breasts are bigger than softballs. Maybe a D? She is about 5’4”, and she is thin, with nice flowing arms and slender legs. Most of the short Chinese girls I know have fairly flat chests, so it must be the other half of her ethnicity that gives her such a rack!
Throughout that class period during the third week, I could not help but ogle at Eve’s breasts. She kept touching them! Sometimes she would adjust her shirt, or pull it down or back. Any pulling motion of her shirt made her breasts protrude all the more. Eventually, she took off her polo, and that was when I could see the real shape of the breasts that looked so supple and soft. I always notice that girls with big breasts have creases on their shirts in between their breasts, and Eve was no exception. She had big, TIGHT creases. It seemed as if her breasts were about to tear the shirt down the center and jump out. That was what I wanted, and eventually that is what I got. Eventually, mind you.
Oh, did I tell you about the rest of Eve’s body? I forgot to mention that that day she was wearing those short collegiate boxers with the name of our college on her behind. Ah, thank you college bookstore for your short ass-hugging boxers. I never wear them, but I am so glad the girls do. The comfortable cotton flapped up and down with each of Eve’s steps, and the boxers were just short enough so that you could begin to see the round of her tight behind. It was during that class period when I decided I was going to fuck her. I wanted to fuck her, and I wanted to do it soon.
Later that period, I told my teachers I would sweep the charcoal off the tables that day so that they could go home. They jumped at the opportunity to go home and said that I was such a nice guy. Since it was so hot that day, everyone wanted to go home—even me. But, the heat also made the urge to fuck Eve stronger, and that feeling was the one that lucked out.
I could not even think of a way to approach Eve. We had talked a couple of times during class, but that was about it. I really wanted to fuck her, so I ran through the possibilities of how I could do it. Should I rape her? Should I reel her in with my insta-charm? Should I get to know her more, start a relationship, and then work my way up to it? The last option would take at least a month for me. “One month” was not an option for me at that point. “Right now” was the only option.
