It was 8:30 am on a rainy Monday, possibly the worst combination of events ever. Walking to school from my apartment took about 10 minutes, not too bad when the weather is nice. On that day, however, it was like getting another shower, this time fully clothed. On top of the crappy weather, it was Monday morning. I had an assignment due at 3:00 pm that needed to be edited and finished off before I handed it in. Unfortunately, I had classes from 10:30 am until 3:00 pm, so the editing had to be done before class. Getting up early always sucks, and getting up to finish an assignment (and getting drenched in the process) sucks at least 10 times more. So it's safe to say that I wasn't in the best of moods.
After peeling off my wet jacket and hanging it in my locker, I headed for the same study area I always used in the library. As I approached my usual table, I noticed someone else already sitting there. Cursing under my breath, I walked up to the table to see who'd taken my spot. It turned out to be Greg Jackson, possibly the biggest prick in my class. He was one of those guys that got under your skin... a real asshole, but the women were still attracted to him. To make it worse, he always rubbed it in to us other guys whenever he'd scored with a new chick. The table was big enough for two, but books and papers were scattered all over both sides.
I looked around, and not seeing any other free desks, gestured to the empty chair. "Mind if I move your stuff? I need a place to work."
Greg glanced up to acknowledge my presence, then looked back down at his work again before saying "Sorry Dave, Sara's sitting there. She just got up for a second."
Sara was new to our class, transferring over from another university earlier this term. She seemed nice enough, though I'd never really talked to her before. Rumour had it that she was on Greg's "to-do list", as he called it.
Greg came up for air again. "Say, what time is it?"
"It's...," I looked down at my wristwatch, "8:53."
"Shit, I've got class across campus at 9:00." Greg started throwing his books and papers into his backpack. "Here, you use this spot while I'm gone. And tell Sara I'll be back at 11:00, would ya Sport?" He pointed at me and winked before leaving. Fucking prick. Oh well, I thought, at least I can get to work now. Forget about that asshole, let's get this damned assignment done and out of the way.
Pulling back the chair and sitting down, my eyes settled on a girl across the room. She was reaching for a book on the top shelf of a bookcase, standing on her tip-toes. The stacks were about 8' high or so, not high at all for a 6'3" guy like myself, but her shorter 5'4" frame had to stretch a little to grab books from the very top. Her midriff was bared slightly as she extended her right arm, revealing her back, and the top curve of her hips. She was wearing a snug red sweater that just covered her torso, hence the slight revealing look when she stretched, and a nicely filled-out pair of jeans. Turning around, I noticed her chestnut brown hair fell a little past her shoulders, resting on the shoulders of her lithe frame. She was heading this way, so I turned my gaze down at my bookbag and began unpacking my work.
"Hi, I don't think we've met before. I'm Sara, I'm new in your class."
Looking up, I realized the girl I was just checking out from afar was Sara. The only time I'd seen her was from back-on in class, mostly because of my habit of slinking into the back of class 5-10 minutes late. She had beautiful brown eyes that matched her hair, covered with a stylish pair of wireframe glasses. Her slight smile seemed both naughty and nice at the same time, which got my imagination going...
After a couple of seconds passed, I realized I should say something instead of just staring at her. "Hi, I'm Dave. Greg had to run-off to class, and I needed a place to study, so... here I am."
Sara slid down into her seat across from mine, then leaned over me to whisper, "Just between you and me, do you find Greg to be a little... overbearing?"
Her perfume wafted into my nostrils as she leaned in, a subtle yet intoxicating scent that was extremely pleasing. I chuckled before responding, "Yeah... he can be a bit too much at times, if that's what you mean."
"Whew, I was afraid it was just me," she said. "He seems like a nice guy, but he reminds me of my old boyfriend too much. We broke up just before I transferred here. It was actually a good excuse to dump his sorry ass though, heh." Saying this with a laugh, Sara then stretched her arms out, yawning. "Still adjusting to the change in time zones though."
I watched her yawn, as her head turned slightly skyward. While her eyes were looking away from me, I checked her out once more. Her chest was pointed out as she yawned, her breasts jutting out even more. They weren't huge by any standard, but looked to be good B-cup size, just enough to fill your palm. They seemed to stand out firm on her chest, proudly displaying themselves. Damn, this girl was beautiful.
She finished yawning, and I quickly averted my eyes back to a more neutral target. After a few minutes of work (and me stealing glances at her whenever the opportunity arose) she spoke up again.
"Say Dave, do you know where they keep the older periodicals in this library? I need to find an old journal article for an assignment."
