I just couldn't focus on the words in front of me.
It was my freshman year of college. Like most students my age, I'd taken advantage of the freedom of college life to drink, stay up late, go to parties, etc. Everything, except get laid. I've always been intensely shy, and I'd yet to find that elusive balance between "not buzzed enough to let go of my inhibitions" and "not sober enough to function". As a result, my only outlet was internet porn and jacking off. Better than nothing, but it still left me constantly unsatisfied and sometimes - like now - too horny to focus on my work.
I set the book down with a sigh and looked around the library, temporarily giving up on trying to get anything done. All around me, other guys and girls were hunched over their books, jotting down notes, and otherwise being productive students. Then I saw her.
She was short, maybe 5'1", long brunette hair framing a round, pale face, a pair of black-framed glasses in front of big brown eyes. Cute, but it was her body that really got my attention. She was probably around 250 or so, but damn did she carry it well. Her jeans were stretched tight over the sweeping curves of her thick thighs, leading up to a perfectly round ass that jiggled alluringly with each step. Above that, her purple sweater hugged the swell of her round belly, dipping inward only slightly before ascending the majestic heights of her breasts, so perfectly round and full that my hands twitched involuntarily, as if to cup them in my hands. My mouth was suddenly dry as I watched her walk across the room, sitting down at another table with a couple of books in hand. I wouldn't say it was love at first sight, but in that moment, I lusted for her more than for any woman I'd ever seen before.
There was no way I was going to be able to concentrate now, not with the voluptuous goddess sauntering and swaying through my train of thought. I looked back down at my book, but all I could think about was what it would be like to run one hand along those legs, the denim warm and softly yielding to the touch, gliding up and over to the inner seam of her jeans, then back around to cross over that perfectly round rump, squeezing oh so gently...