Christine was an eccentric friendly blue-eyed girl with light blonde shoulder length hair which was a nice color but a little greasy and stringy. She was about 50 pounds overweight, not something I like at all. But pure smooth white skin. And massive breasts. Normally I like small breasts, since most girls with big breasts are too fat for my liking. But these breasts were unusually huge, the first thing you'd notice about her. So big that they probably would be a nuisance for her, or cause some back pain from all that weight pulling on her front all the time.
She had an eccentric personality too. Weird. She liked vampire novels. She was happy and had a nice smile. But she was frumpy, dressed in thrift store clothes, baggy sweatshirts, pants, runners. The only jewelry was a nice silver necklace with a small cross. She had glasses, again really unfashionable, nerdy, with lenses that were too big.
She was a student in a physics lab where I volunteered as a teaching assistant. I was an undergrad student myself, doing the lab thing for just some extra experience for my CV and to get a good reference from the prof.
Christine was a pretty good student, a solid B+.
We had a nice humorous rapport, and she would sometimes tell me a little bit about her life. Her family lived in a small town a 3 hour drive from the city. And she was living in a small apartment that she shared with her older brother, who was studying to be an accountant. Sometimes the things she would share were a little odd too, sort of overfamiliar but in a matter-of-fact innocent way. For example, she said that her parents were very religious and Catholic; she said, completely out of the blue, "they'd kill me if I ever got pregnant." Yet, she had never dated, and never seemed to talk about boys at all. And her taste for vampire novels seemed a little unusual for such a shy, nerdy, eccentric girl from a conservative family.
On Tuesday afternoon at about noon, about an hour after the lab was over, I was free for the rest of the day and decided to take the bus home, about a 40-minute ride to the suburbs. When I got to the bus stop, I saw Christine there. She wordlessly nodded when she saw me. Sometimes she would be chatty and say hello, but other times when we crossed paths in the hallway we would just silently nod. A lot of introverts are like that. I was an introvert too.
For some reason I had a crazy whim right at that moment. I thought my slightly weird, spontaneous whim suited Christine's eccentric personality and her odd rapport with me. I decided to join her on the bus. She knew this was not my bus to get home, and so when I got on with her and sat next to her she had the slightest blush and seemed a bit confused. She must have assumed that I was just taking a different option to get home and that I just wanted to ride together with her for part of the journey. She had no experience of a guy ever pursuing her.
We sat quietly together on the bus. The awkward silence was easier because the bus was busy and it would have been hard to talk anyway. I sat closer to the window so that she could get off first. My right leg slightly, accidentally, touched her left leg, and I know she noticed because she initially shuffled ever so slightly away. But then she must have thought she was being impolite to move her leg away, so she shuffled ever so slightly back. After about 10 minutes, she got up to get off the bus.
A few seconds later, I got up as well, which really surprised her, since she was surely expecting me to continue on to my place. But she didn't say anything. I followed her off the bus. We walked about 5 minutes in weird silence. She must have really been wondering what was going on, but she said nothing. Her building was in a modest, lower-middle-class neighbourhood with small houses but nicely kept yards, and many small 4-story dark red brick apartment blocks.
She was obviously confused but silent. I noticed that her hands were shaking a bit and she walked more slowy. She must have thought that I was walking her home.
We went up the steps of the third red brick apartment building, she fumbled with her keys, and after we got inside we headed up two flights of stairs. She had gone to the next level of surprise and confusion when I followed her into her building, but she must have thought that I wanted to have a little tour of her place or stay for coffee or a short visit. She was on the 3rd floor in the corner suite. She fumbled again with her keys, and I could see her hands were shaking even more as she unlocked her door.
The apartment was simple, with a small kitchen, a living room area with a coffee table, a medium-size TV, a small couch, and a bookshelf with a mix of textbooks and vampire novels. It was a little bit untidy and frumpy, with a slightly dank oily smell, but not dirty, just like Christine herself. Most of the furniture was almost certainly used, off an internet buy-sell site.
There were two bedrooms, and a small bathroom with an open door. The bathroom was nice and clean and was the one area that had a few frilly girly things in it, with a pink decor.
One bedroom door was open a little bit, and I could see a young man in the corner of the room by the window working at a desk, with headphones on. He didn't seem to notice that Christine had arrived, accompanied by her first ever guest. The fact that her brother was home made Christine more comfortable.
She assumed I might want something to eat or drink, so she headed towards the kitchen. But I reached for her backpack, and gently pulled to guide her over to the right, towards her bedroom. She walked ahead of me approaching the door. I think she was expecting that I wanted a tour.
