It was barely past 2pm, yet already he felt like he had been there all afternoon. Even for someone who enjoyed this stuff, a several hour class at the end of the week was tough on everyone. As the class went on, lecturer dryly exposing about the development of ion channels in neuronal membranes; his eyes roamed around the sun-drenched seminar room. He darted from bored student to bored student, all long faces and glazed over eyes. He could feel his eyes getting heavy too, fast tuning out what was being said, until he caught her eyes again. A few tables over, nestled in the corner of the room, their eyes met for a second time in 10 minutes. Wide, green-blue, and with remnants of clumped mascara in between long lashes. He quickly darted back toward the front of the class, sitting himself upright, and focusing on the lecturer.
Embarrassing, he couldn't be caught gazing like that again, especially not at someone like her. Her dress and her prettiness already caused her to stand out in the class, and he wanted no part in drawing even more attention to that. She was attention grabbing though, that couldn't be denied. Slender, with long curled hair pushed back and out of her face with a stretchy headband. Ears, nose, and even mouth were adorned with pierced jewellery and precious stones. She looked more fit for an art class than a molecular biology one, though he did realise such thinking is exactly why girls like her received such unwanted attention in the first place. At least now, everyone was too focused on looking awake than gawking at the pretty, quirky looking girl at the back of class. Everyone, except him apparently.
As the class drew on, his mind began to wonder. He began thinking of her. How soft the skin of her cheek must feel when caressed by his hands. How it looked as if she never wore a bra, her round perky breasts with the suggestion of nipples pressing up against the thin fabric of her top. How well her mouth might take his cock. How easy it would be to wrap his arms around her tight waist and just, fuck her until she screamed.
He stopped that train of thought before it went too far and he ended up with an uncomfortable, unresolved erection in his pants, though as time went on, he would dip in and out of these particular fantasies.
Lewd daydreams aside, he did manage to keep his eyes off her long enough to stop fully feeling like a creep. That was, until the lecturer let out with an uncharacteristically funny joke, lamenting how she was unable to get approval for getting nerve biopsies for the class, and their eyes met again in-between the kind of laughter one only makes after being immersed in something truly boring for a time. Their eyes met each other's smiles, holding there for just a moment longer than either expected. He couldn't ignore her eyes. There were so wide, and so undeniably full of life. With that one truly shared gaze, his juvenile sexual interest transformed into an adult attraction, and he felt more awake than he had been in hours.
Eventually, the lecturer called for a break, signalling the halfway point through the class. While some always stayed seated, most students sluggishly got up and headed outside for some fresh air, including her. He would have stayed if he hadn't seen her head out.
It was out of character for him. Indeed, he very much fit the profile of someone who would be in a molecular biology class, temperament included. While he dressed well enough, he had no joyous flair that this girl had. As he stepped outside with the excuse of stretching his legs, he began to search for her, hoping that none of the other guys in class had done the same. It wasn't long before he found her, perched at the end of a bench at a wooden outside table. Much to his relief, she was alone, and as he walked up to her and start a conversation, she looked up to see the cute boy she'd been eyeing all afternoon approach her.
They dabbled in a little small talk, starting with the eccentricity of their professor, before moving onto questions of a more personal nature. As he talked about his quite genuine love of cell biology, she found his words melted away as she remained fixated on his face. On the sharp lines his jaw drew down to his chin, the width of his neck, which complimented the broadness of his shoulders, all accentuated by the rolled sleeves of his shirt showing off his forearms. She responded best she could with a joke, and while laughing he placed a gentle hand on her upper arm. It stayed there for a moment, and she felt his fingers caressing her soft skin. The feeling ran from head to toe, and her mind wondered what those fingers would make her feel if placed somewhere a little bit more sensitive.
"So, how long have you had them?" He asked, gesturing lightly at her piercings.
"Maybe a year or a little more, couldn't really get them done while still living at home." She replied.
"How many is it, six? Two on each ear, nose and lip?"
