"A beautiful blonde is staring at you." comes a voice that jolts me out of my thoughts of getting the hell out of this library
"What?" I asked this voice
"A beautiful blonde is staring at you." the voice says
"Where in the library is she?" I asked
"To your right...there..she's smiling at you." directs the voice.
I smile shyly back, but I know she can't possibly be staring and smiling at me. This girl is hot. I'm nothing special, I'm a 6'2 muscular dork with black hair and green eyes. I start fidgeting in my seat as she continues staring at me.
"You should talk to her." the voice announces
"Are you kidding me?" I ask nervously
"No, I'm not." the voice answers
"I think she's just staring at me because I'm a dork." comes my response
"I don't think so, you're hot even if you're a dork. Not all girls like athletes." argues the voice
Her smile reaches her eyes, so maybe she means her interest. I slide off my seat and start walking towards her, watching her and her body language in case it changes any, it doesn't. In fact, she slightly spreads her legs, pulling the skirt of her dress up, and licks her lips. In front of her, but still not close, I stop to see if she opens her legs any wider.
She does and I'm rewarded with the sight of an almost see-through white thong. She thrusts her legs open even wider as well as her chest, not that she needs help there, she's got a hand full of breast. I lick my lips nervously as I start to approach her, moving slowly towards her, and I am hard by the time I reach her table. She looks up into my face before lowering her head to look directly at what she's caused.
Panting, I say, "Hi."
I can hear her panting too, with her, "hi back."
Swallowing hard, I ask, "What's your name?"