"One student ticket please," I said to the person at the ticket counter while I handed them my school ID.
Our local town museum because they offered steep discounts to college students during the week and I decided I should check it out. This week was a bit rough for me, so I wanted to treat myself by getting out of my dorm and surrounding myself with history and art. Since I was also an art student, this was an awesome way for me to get my creative juices flowing and maybe even inspire me.
"Alright Rebecca, here's your ID and your ticket. Do you know about this month's special exhibit?" I heard the person behind the counter say.
"Yes, of course! I'm super excited to see it and heard such good things about it too! Several of my friends actually have their work exhibited there. I told them that I was going to see it and I promised them I'd tell them what I thought of it later. It's kinda cool that the town gets to see their work and that it's next to some of the work of local artists as well. I wonder if I'll get to meet any of them today. Do you think they would give me any advice? Oh, sorry, I think I'm just rambling. Thanks again!"
I waved goodbye to the counter person and they sort of just watched me leave with a puzzled look on their face. I sometimes had to remind myself that I shouldn't talk so much around random people, especially strangers. Not everyone appreciated my talkative personality.
Once I entered the museum, I was a little overwhelmed by how much was on display. I hadn't been since I was a little girl, and I didn't remember them having so much stuff. I would have expected this more from a big city museum, but not from our local small one. I was excited to check everything out!
The museum was kind of empty since it was in the middle of the week, so it wasn't hard to walk around and take my time inspecting various pieces. My passion was definitely art, but I very much appreciated seeing anything historical too. I loved to imagine people long ago either using or making whatever I was looking at. It was probably the one thing other than art that I was kind of nerdy about.
There was one piece of absolutely exquisite art that I did not expect to see here though. On the other side of the room was the Blue Viking! Granted, he was a person, not a sculpture or a painting, but he was still a masterpiece. I think his actual name was Lukas or something? In my head, I called him the Blue Viking for so long that it was difficult to think of his real name.
He was a foreign student at our University and he looked exactly like you would think a hot, tall, strong Viking would look like, down to his dark hair with natural blonde highlights and his sculpted beard. It was well kept and meticulously groomed and honestly made him seem more mature and just more manly. However, most thought that his most striking feature was his eyes. They were so blue and so clear that it felt like you could fall into them if you looked long enough.
While his beard exuded masculinity and his eyes were dreamy, it was his impressively muscular body that had girls constantly around him. He was tall and powerfully built. His broad chest seemed to stretch any sized shirt he had on, and his arms looked like he could chop down a tree with one swing or row a boat single-handedly across the Atlantic. I never got to see him without his shirt off, but I would bet he also had some insane abs to go with the rest of his physique.
For me though, what always drew my attention was his thick and muscular legs. Some guys had well-built upper bodies and twigs for legs, but this guy definitely never skipped leg day at the gym. Watching his leg muscles bulge as he walked was a favorite pastime of mine. Sadly, I only got to enjoy it when he wore shorts though. Thank god there was an intense heatwave going on even though we were in the middle of Fall.
When he first arrived at Wheaton College, he was a drooling obsession with most of the school's females, both staff and students. However, his popularity waned as he rarely talked and was generally introverted. I never got the sense he was shy or socially awkward or anything, but he seemed to have only spoken like 10 words the entire time he had been here.
Unlike the other Avengers at the school, he didn't seem to be a man whore either. While he still drew constant looks from girls at school, most kept their distance since he never seemed to reciprocate their looks or feelings. When you saw enough girls say hi and introduce themselves to him without him barely making eye contact, it sent a clear message you shouldn't bother trying either.
To be honest, seeing him here kind of frustrated me. I just lost my recent crush to that slut Shauna and I really wanted to catch the attention of a hot guy. It might seem petty, but I wanted the personal validation. Lukas seemed like a perfect candidate, but apparently I'd have better luck getting a tree to notice me. Why did it have to be him of all people? Why couldn't it be a different hot guy from a different school or something? Some of my wavy brown hair fell on my face and I blew it away from me in annoyance.
I walked over to inspect something near him but was careful not to get too close. I slyly glanced over at him and loved what I saw. He was wearing shorts that were much shorter than what I was used to seeing American guys wear, but he was European after all. Besides, I wasn't complaining. His legs were packed with muscles and my eyes caught every tiny flex he made as he shifted his stance.
Eventually, my gazes turned to his upper body. He wore a simple, large polo shirt, but his muscular frame made it tight. His pecs were clearly visible as they pushed out his shirt and his muscular arms begged to be touched. His biceps were so big that I knew even with both of my hands I wouldn't be able to wrap around them. Damn, he could literally play Thor or any Norse god in those types of movies.
During one of my side-eye glances at him, I noticed that he was looking over at me. At first, I thought there was a piece of art behind me that he was looking at, but there wasn't anything near me. Was I just imagining it? No way, he just looked at me again! I couldn't help but smile and blush a little bit. He never looked at any girl at school and he was definitely eyeing me up.
I guess the outfit I picked out today really did its job. I wore a tank top with buttons that ran down the center. I had the first two buttons undone to give the top a deep V and show off a fair amount of my D-cup breasts. I opted to go without a bra because my breasts were perky enough that I didn't really need one and it wouldn't have looked good with the top anyway. The top was also slightly cropped which gave a sneak peek at my flat and toned stomach.
I paired my top with a loose pleated mini-skirt that barely reached my mid-thighs. Some might think it was a little too short, but I didn't care since it at least covered my firm butt and highlighted the pale, creamy, and smooth skin of my legs. I was a bit daring by wearing a g-string that left my ass bare and barely covered my bald pussy, but I loved how sexy it made me feel. To complete my look, I also had some 3-inch heels on with crisscrossing straps that went up my shins and calves. I was pretty short at only 5'2", so I usually liked to wear heels to make myself a bit taller.
I knew I looked like a complete tease, which was exactly what I wanted. During High School, I loved to dress like a tease and get desperate looks from hormonal guys. I wasn't a slut or anything, but I was a bit of an attention whore. I tended to not dress like a tease too much at college, but today I really wanted some male attention to make me feel better about losing my crush Connor to that goddamn slut-tramp-whore. Besides, a museum was definitely a place a girl loved to dress up for.
Without making it obvious that I saw his glances at me, I brushed some of my brown hair back and hooked it behind one of my ears while I crossed my legs to show off my toned thighs. I was actually in pretty incredible shape due to playing tennis since I was like 8 years old. I wasn't good enough to play competitively at the college level, so I hadn't been playing as much, but I still reaped the physical benefits. Hopefully fit girls were Lukas' type.
After we both stood there for what seemed like hours, I saw him finally move and my heart skipped a beat. Sadly, my heart plummeted soon after when I saw that he was walking away from me. Damn! Did he just recognize me from school and that was it? Was he actually not interested or was he just playing hard to get? I saw him move into the next adjoining room and I quickly followed after him. I wasn't ready to throw in the towel just yet.
When I walked into the next room, I saw him nearby with his back facing me. He didn't turn at all to look at me after I entered, which bummed me out. He had to know I was following him given how loud my heels clicked against the solid floor. I made sure to stand near him again, but this time I didn't see any wayward glances in my direction. I waited for him to move and I coyly moved in the same direction he was and made sure to accidentally graze against his arm as I passed him.
"Oh, sorry," I softly said while I combed some of my hair behind my ear again with a slight smile.
I stopped a few feet away from him and this time I definitely felt his eyes roaming across my body. My heart started to pound hard in my chest and felt a rush of energy. I had his attention, but now the next challenge was keeping it. I didn't know why I got such a rush from having a guy's attention on me, but it was addicting. I knew this likely wouldn't go anywhere or end up with us exchanging numbers, but the chase was fun enough for me.
With renewed confidence, I decided to go to the other side of the room to see if he would follow me at all. Sure enough, I saw him move out of the corner of my eye to be somewhat close to me. I desperately wanted to talk to him. Every instinct in my body said to say something, but I kept my jaw clenched tight. If there was one thing I knew about Lukas, it was that he wasn't a talker. My talkative personality sometimes turned other people off to begin with and I wasn't willing to risk that with him. I guess I had to let my body do the talking.
