When I think about the first day of school, the first thing that comes to mind is this girl from one of my classes in sophomore year of college. Let me tell you the story...
I was one of the first people to show up for the first class in Intro to Public Speaking. I watched as everyone slowly filed in, including the professor who was a little late. The room was only about half full, and I was the only one in my row. The professor began taking attendance, and as he came across the name "Lisa" I heard a delicate feminine voice from outside the room reply, "here."
In strode this short but incredible-looking girl; she stood maybe 5' tall with gorgeous light blue eyes and her lips were covered in a beautiful light red shade of lipstick, which was the only makeup she had on from what I could tell. Her hair, which was a little longer than shoulder-length, was medium-brown and it was frazzled as if she just woke up out of bed.
She wore a plain white sleeveless shirt (I could easily see her dark red bra shining through) along with a blue plaid skirt that just barely reached her knees and a pair of black elevator shoes that looked like they went out of style in the '80s. Resting around her neck was a necklace with a silver heart pendant.
Our eyes met for a moment, then I quickly looked away.
'Awkward,' I thought to myself.
To my surprise Lisa pulled up the seat right next to me and sat down. She had on a generous amount of perfume but it was a fruity scent that I really liked so I didn't mind.
She immediately placed her pocketbook on the table, pulled out her phone, and began texting feverishly. She had small hands even for a girl her height; her fingernails were painted light blue, almost matching her eye color.
Being right next to her, I noticed that the milky-white skin on her arms had nary a hair on it, almost impossibly smooth.
Lisa paid absolutely no attention to the professor as he was introducing himself, she barely looked up when she was handed a syllabus, she was absolutely obsessed with her phone.
Eventually she let out a deep exhale, rolled her eyes, and left her phone in her pocketbook. She was obviously flustered about something.
Suddenly Lisa broke the silence between us.
"Could I borrow a pen?" she whispered to me.
I was momentarily startled but I reached for one of my extra pens and handed it to her. My hand brushed against her arm on accident, but in that instant I felt just how smooth her skin was; it was like touching satin. She gave me what I believe was a seductive look, but I thought I was making it up in my head.
She continued to exhibit signs of tension throughout the lecture; biting her nails, playing with her hair, drumming her fingers on the table and the like.
"Do you mind if I copy your notes?" she again whispered to me out of the blue.
"Sure, but there's not much to copy," I said as I slid my notebook toward her.
Eventually we were dismissed from class and Lisa immediately asked me what my name was, and began to strike up conversation. At this point the rest of the class left but another class began to file in, so we had to leave.
As we left the room my curiosity got the better of me and I asked her about her texting earlier during class.
"It's a personal issue, I'd rather discuss it in private," Lisa answered.
"We could find a table in the lunchroom," I suggested.
"No," she said, "private as in just us two, alone. How about the room up above the theater?"
