Part 1:
The Group assessment
"You will be working in groups on this assessment," said their professor and Alexandra's interest rose.
"Will we be able to choose our group?" a guy asked, and she had no idea who he was, but he winked at her after he had asked the question and she realised that a lot of the guys were looking at her like they prepared for a race to her desk. The first person who got to her window seat would ask her to be in their group, or they were just gawking at her crossed legs, the hemline of her pink mini-dress having slid quite high up her shapely thighs.
"No," the professor followed most of the eyes in class and smiled knowingly at Alexandra. "I don't think that would be productive."
"But what if we don't get along with the group member you give us? Wouldn't that hurt productivity, too?" a smartass asked, his teeth showing as he grinned at Alexandra, who basked in the sun that lighted up her features.
"If you want to pass my module, you will have to get along, or find ways to work together," professor Heathon said, correcting his glasses to show he was serious, and he wasn't an idiot, he could see that the boys in the class had one target in mind, always while she was in his class, and had she not been as adorable and kind, he wouldn't have gone to the lengths to protect her from the fuckboys, who would fall off after the first year anyways, but she was a special little thing. And dressed like that, with those tanned, shapely thighs...
No, get a grip! He tried to focus his attention off the bombshell.
"But—"
"There will be no more discussion on the matter. In the real world, you will have to meet deadlines promptly and work with all kinds of people, which is why the deadline for submission is for tomorrow, at midday." Professor Heathon picked up the board with the names of the groups and begun disappointing the boys with their groups. One by one, they realised they weren't paired with the only hot chick in the class, but each of them held out hope since her name remained on the list.
"WHAT!?!?" the whole class freaked out.
"If you can't meet unexpected deadlines, you will be eaten alive out there," the professor said and read out the names of the groups.
"Fucking bullshit," the guy behind her whispered as his name was said from the list and he was paired with one of the bookworms in the class. A redhead with freckles and hipster vibe that seemed equally as disappointed to get the biggest fuckboy as a burden to carry to a top grade.
"Trix," the professor, said and Alexandra noticed a black girl look up from her phone. She was quite cute, scratch that! Her face was picturesque! She was gorgeous! How had she not noticed such a beauty before? Trix had smooth light brown skin, long dreads, pretty eyes, and she wore a denim jacket rolled up to show off her cool sleeve of tattoos, and her whole attitude screamed 'what?'. "You will be paired with Alexandra."
Trix seemed to break her cool for a second and while the guys still remaining on the list sighed, and groaned not able to hide their disappointment, the black girl looked over at Alexandra.
Alexandra waved and smiled, happy to escape the fuckboys, and the black woman waved awkwardly back before she regained her cool and reclined back in her chair.
When the class was over, Alexandra waited for the guys to leave, she didn't want to walk past their desks and let them oogle her behind as she walked past in her tight mini-dress and matching high heels.
The professor smiled kindly at her when he left and she knew what he had done and blew him a kiss that made him blush and hurry out of the room. He was so cute with her, very protective and he would corner her often in the halls just to speak with her in private, letting him know that his office door was always open for her.
Alexandra noticed then that Trix remained, her eyes still on her, looking her up and down.
Alexandra rose from her chair, tugged down the short hemline, flung her rose gold handbag around her torso so that it bounced against the width of her hip, and sauntered over to Trix, whose eyes were glued to her every movement.
The deeply tanned thighs brushed over one another as she walked as if she was on a runway. The quads were rippling on each step and in her heels, they were flexed and popping. The thighs were so packed with muscles that Trix felt subconscious about her own despite being in shape.
Alexandra's thighs were so big, perfectly sculpted, the biggest pair of thighs she had ever seen. They were pure muscles, and her calves were quite large, too.
Trix forced her eyes up most of her legs and up the short hemline constantly inching higher and closer to revealing whatever she wore beneath. Her wide hips swayed as she walked, the sheer roundness and size of her ass actually visible even from her front! How thicc was this bitch?!
Trix tried her best to remain cool, but internally she was freaking out! Her crush, the one she spied on in class was built for one thing and so effing beautiful it was impossible to not openly oogle her. Her long, straight white hair bounced against her tiny waist and her impressive cleavage moved about as she sauntered to her with a big smile present on her beautiful face.
"This isn't a club, you know," said Trix, grinning as she reclined back and placed her arms behind her head and her feet up at the table. Her accentuating black dress reaching her ankles but sliding up to her mid calves as she sat comfortably.
"I know, but the professors are always dressed to their best. So, I figured I must do the same," Alexandra said and held out her hand. "I'm—"
"I know," said Trix, smiling wide. "You're very difficult to ignore."
"Have we spoken before?" Alexandra hopped onto the desk and crossed her sexy legs. Her big behind pressing against Trix's feet and she couldn't help herself, she kept uncrossing and crossing her feet to brush her feet against the incredible asset that kept surprising her by how large it was.
"Why would we?"
"We're in the same class," Alexandra said, giggling while she fixed her long hair that she had died white from the blonde locks she used to sport.
"You're always over by the window, and surrounded by fuckboys."
"I like looking at pretty things, and I can't help it, the boys swarm around me," Alexandra said, twirling her locks around her ring-adorned fingers.
"Agreed," Trix said, showing her white teeth as she smiled. "But, enough chatting," she said, standing up, her long dreads almost as long as Alexandra's waist-long hair. "We have a group project to work on, and the deadline is crazy! I thought we would have a week at least."
"I know! I can't write that fast on my own."
"You'll be in good hands with me, don't worry," Trix said, patting the beauty's knee, touching her hot body for the first time and she felt warm. Oh so fucking warm, or perhaps that's just how the beauty made her feel?
"Awesome." Alexandra beamed, getting off the desk and correcting her dress.
"That has to be annoying," Trix remarked while the white-haired beauty struggled with the very short hemline that left a world of sexiness exposed.
"Yes, but it used to fit me better," Alexandra complained as the tight-dress refused to stay down. "But I've been killing it in the gym lately."
"I can tell," Trix said, holding up the door for Alexandra as they left the classroom.
"Should we find a place to work?" Alexandra asked as she stepped ahead of Trix, and the twenty-four-year-old did her best to stay focused while walking behind her, but it was impossible.
