Though the 'bet' started as something cute to spice things up, it became a very real competition. Everyday, I'd see her, and want to just lay her out where she stood, but didn't. I'm sure she felt the same way. I'd see the way she looked at me when I liked my lips and the way she'd watch me move around the room. I don't know what made us deny ourselves like that, but it lasted for a month.
When it comes to academics, Natalya and I are opposites, I loved English and Math, she did well in Social Studies and Science. So, we tutor each other. Midterms were coming up and as usual, we were helping each other as much as we could. I was helping her with Math.
"You commin' over to tonight, right?" She asked, giving me this quick look that said she wasn't talking about school. But, as quickly as it came, it was gone. So, I told myself I was just imagining things, that I just really needed some.
"Yeah, you still need help on those problems?"
"What? ... Oh...Yeah...math. See you there." She shot me that look again, and walked away.
Now am I mistaking, or did she just tell me to come over and not study with her? I sure hoped so! That night, I decided that I wanted to end the bet, I needed to end the bet, or I might have emploded. Before going, I put on a little 'treat', well, a big treat -- a ten inch treat to be exact. Just incase I got the opportunity, I would be ready.
I walked over to her room and knocked on the door, books in hand. Nat answered the door, and my jaw dropped. She was wearing my favorite outfit, these little pink shorts and a matching tank top. It looked so sexy on her. I looked down then up, taking in her long legs (freshly shaven), round behind, thin waist, beautiful breasts.
I looked at her, sure I must have been melting at her door.
"A -- Are you ready?"
"Oh yeah, I'm ready"
With that, she turned and walked to her desk -- giving me a view of that bottom -- and sat down, crossing her legs.
I walked in, telling myself that I needed to maintain composure. I sat down, opened the book attempted to start the study session.
"What problems did you have trouble with? Baby, what probles? Natayla."
I look up and she's watching me like a piece of meat, biting the end of her pen, looking so good.
"Um, the one's like number three."
"Okay, these can be worked out easier if you think of them in terms of..."
She got up and walked around the desk to where I was sitting, and all I could do was watch as she sat on top of the desk in front of me, her legs on either side of me.
"I think its time for a break, don't you?"
"Uh huh."
"Good. Pick me up."
