Author's Note:
Everyone in this story is over the age of 18. This is my first story so I welcome all constructive criticism.
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Rachel did her best to fight the dancing butterflies in her stomach as she watched Desmond work. For the last few hours, the duo had tried their best to complete their portions of the project their professor had assigned them. Desmond the hard-working student was completely focused on his assignment, while Rachel was focusing on him. She had spent the better portion of her time studying him instead of the book. Usually, Rachel was a no-nonsense student who would put getting her work done before anything else, however, she was still a young woman with needs. Her constant focus on work had caused her to shove down meaningless things like socializing but being confined to the small back room of the library with her handsome classmate woke up that long-dormant part of Rachel.
For the first time in her life, Rachel was hyper-aware of her appearance. She wanted to run back to her room and straighten out the mass of curly black hair the adorned her head. She wanted to throw on makeup, something to make her tan skin glow with radiance. Instead of wearing the baggy sweatpants and t-shirt, she wanted to be in something much more attractive a dress maybe? She wanted to be so much more feminine than she was now.
"Hey Singh, how are you doing?" Desmond's smooth and deep voice came out forcing Rachel from her thoughts and making her stare at his handsome face. Desmond had the type of looks that could easily land him a spot as a TV doctor, instead of being in college studying to become one. Soft brown eyes which she didn't mind staring at while he fucked her, light brown skin that was a few shades darker than her own, and a body that was honed with hours in the athlete's gym. Rachel couldn't help but think how delicious he looked, and how she wanted a taste immediately.
"Umm Rachel, did you hear me?" he asked, noting the spaced-out look on the girl's face. Rachel snapped awake from her daydream and responded.
"Oh sorry Desmond, um I'm doing fine just a little confused on this one." she lied pointing to the last question. Moving his seat closer to hers, he leaned over and looked at her book. Rachel welcomed the close contact of the muscular man and shifted so he could get a good look at her book. Rachel couldn't help but breathe in his scent, an intoxicating mixture of his body wash and sweat from his workout. Rachel felt her self control slowly breaking and had to reach out to touch him, letting herself slowly stroke his arm feeling the ropes of muscle that lay beneath the surface. Rachel relished the contact as she watched Desmond explain the solution to the problem. Rachel knew she didn't want to stop the intimate moment and made her first drastic move...to play dumb. "Um Desmond, can you help me with the rest, please?" she said shoving her pride as a student to the further recesses of her mind.
Giving her his movie star smile he said "Of course". Pulling his chair even closer he set to work to help the girl get through each of the questions. Rachel smiled happy that she would have more time close to the object of her desire. Straightening up she moved close to him, making sure she had as much contact as possible without being obvious about it.