I liked her from the moment I saw her. One day I walked into class and there she was sitting on the farthest table from the door on her own. Being shy, I never looked at her directly, but instead kept shooting glances out of the corner of my eye. I couldn't be sure if she was new or had just been moved from another group; I couldn't tell without looking straight at her.
When the lesson was over, she walked in front of my table. For the first time I got a full look at her and she was beautiful, with a perfect figure. Her clothes weren't slutty or revealing, which somehow made every inch of skin she was showing all the more erotic. When she had left the room I turned to my friend.
'Who's the new girl?' I asked.
'She's called Melissa. Seems quite nervous to me... mind you I suppose it is her first day.'
I thought to myself... it was her first day. I'd be nice to her and make her feel welcome... then who knows.
'Dude you coming?' my friend asked as he held the door open.
'Yeah,' I followed him out.
In the next lesson, Melissa was sitting on her own again. I sat down on the same table, near to her but not right next to her.
'First day?' I said as I smiled at her.
'Yeah,' she said slightly shakily.
'Don't worry, you'll soon find out this place isn't as bad as the others,' I looked away with a slight scowl, showing her subtly that I had been through some of the same things she had.
'I'm John by the way,' I said, looking back at her face, taking in her green eyes and perfect lips.
'I'm Melissa,' she said, smiling slightly for the first time.
'Man, she is HOT' I thought as we made small talk whilst working. I helped her on the bits she was stuck on and made her laugh a few times with some of my 'flippant' answers (as the teacher called them.) When she did laugh she showed shining white teeth beneath her lovely, soft lips. She was too good to be true.
'Have you got MSN?' I asked her at the end of the day.
'Yes. I'll write down my addy for you...' she said, scrambling in her bag for a piece of paper.
'Here,' I said, fishing into my pocket and pulling out some scrap paper and a pen.
'Thanks,' she said. She wrote down her addy and said goodbye, giving one of her electric smiles and a wave. I was wearing quite a wide smile myself as I walked into my room 20 minutes later. I added her and waited for her to come online. When she did, we talked for about 2 hours straight. Just about the usual stuff really: music, food, likes, dislikes... we had a lot in common. She really was quite incredible.
I went to bed feeling very contented. Who would've thought a day with both French and Art in it could be so good?
After a few more days, I had collected around 100 electric smiles and even a goodbye hug. As we broke apart from a goodbye hug at the end of Friday's college day, she asked me if I would help her with some homework over the weekend. I said she could come round to my house at 6, because my parents would be out then so we could play some nice loud music. She agreed and gave me a final departing smile, turning around to show the rest of her wonderful body and walking back to her car.
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At 5.50 the next day, I was attempting to get my hair to behave itself and making sure my teeth were pearly white, though I knew I could never match hers. At 5.55, after giving up on the hair, I was trying to make my room look tidy and not smell like Doritos. At exactly 6pm I heard a knock on the door. With one last try at flattening my hair, I sped downstairs and opened the door.
'Hi,' I said, smiling at her.
'Hi,' she said, with a smile to rival that of a 200watt light bulb.
She looked fantastic. She was wearing a black tank top, which was slightly lower cut than usual. It was also short enough to show off some of her midriff, which was very sexy. For the first time, she was wearing a skirt instead of jeans. Like her other clothing, it was not slutty or too revealing. It ended about half way down her shins, which is not usually the sexiest area of a woman's legs, but with her, it was sexy as hell.
'Shall we go upstairs?' I said, trying to hold back the erection I could feel developing in my pants.
'Ok,' she said, going up the stairs first. As I followed her, I could see slightly more of the back of her legs. It was a good job my crotch area would be hidden under a desk soon.
'I like your room!' she said as she entered my room and put down her folder on my desk.
'Thanks,' I said, sitting down with her at the desk feeling secretly relieved. 'What homework are we doing?' I asked.
'Didn't ask me that in college did you?' she smiled. 'It could be too hard for you.'
'It certainly is...' I thought. 'I wanted to hang out with you too,' I said. 'Anyway, there are more clever people than me in the class; you could have asked them,'
'Yeah, but...' she let her voice trail away delicately.
'So, what are we doing?' I asked again.
'English,' she said as she got some sheets out of her folder.
'But you're really good at English,' I said. She had got very high marks in the last test.
'Don't be silly...' she said, blushing slightly.
We worked our way through the sheets. She was smiling at me almost constantly. On the last question, she dropped her pen on the floor accidentally.
'Oops...' she said.
'I'll get it,' I said quickly. I dived under the desk and picked up the pen. As I was under there, she scratched her thigh so that her skirt moved up for a brief second and I saw a bit more of her legs. I emerged to find her wearing another electric smile.
'Thanks,' she said.
When she had finished the last question, she stretched and yawned, giving me an even more tantalizing view of her stomach.
'Thank you so much for helping me!' she said. 'You were really good at that,'
'No problem, I enjoy doing it,' I said. She raised her eyebrows. 'I mean... I enjoy doing it with you-I'm not a homework addict,' I said. She giggled.
'You're so sweet,' she said.
'I try. You wanna listen to some music?' I asked the vision of beauty in front of me.