Kelsey had a Chemistry exam tomorrow. That's why she had ditched English-so she could study. She was the only nerd she knew who ditched class to hang out in the library with textbooks. But being a Biology major wasn't easy, especially since every B she earned jeopardized her admission to medical school. And she sucked at Chemistry. So study she did. It was her second year at college and she was basically married to her major. Whenever she wasn't in class, she was in lab, and when she wasn't in lab, she was studying. Needless to say she had no time for any semblance of a life.
It was always so fucking cold in the library. She zipped up her grey Victoria's Secret hoodie over her navy blue tank top as far as it would go. She looked like crap. Her hair was up in a bun. She wasn't wearing make-up. Her jeans were old. She pushed the thoughts out of her head and forced herself to focus on the task at hand-buffers.
After reading and taking notes for a few minutes, she noticed a guy walk past her and sit at a table a few feet away. He was big. Tall and not skinny, even kind of chubby. His skin was darker than hers. His hair was cropped very short, and his face was covered in stubble. He looked like a man used to giving orders and being obeyed. He just had that commanding air about him. He was exactly her type.
She tried to focus on her notes, but she kept wanting to look up at him. She pushed her sleeves up over her wrists and turned her body away from him, trying to get back to work.
She wished he would just take her out to the parking lot and fuck her. She felt the muscles inside the walls of her vagina contract. Her pussy was literally aching for a good fuck. She tried to focus on Chemistry. It was no good. She could see him out of the corner of her eye. Her arms were covered in goose bumps, but it was hot up inside her. She wanted it bad.
Anyway, there was no way she could study anymore. She knew she should just go out to her car, where it was warm and there weren't any distractions. An idea flitted across her mind. She could give him her number. She could just drop it on his desk, without even talking to him.
Her heart thudding, she wrote her email address on a piece of white notebook paper and folded it into squares. She closed her books and put them in her back pack. She stood up, nervous. She had never done anything like this before. She walked around his desk and quietly dropped the note on his desk. She didn't look at him as she practically ran out of the library.
She beat herself up the entire walk to her car. She had had to park in M Lot-the farthest parking spot in the farthest parking lot from school. She really hoped he just threw it out.
She heard footsteps behind her but she didn't turn and look. She was too absorbed by her own thoughts. She was a few feet away rom her car. Suddenly, they sounded very close. Very, very close. In fact, too close-
Whomp. Suddenly her body was pinned against her car. By another body. He was taller than her. He smelled like cigarettes, body spray, and laundry detergent. She could feel his boner against the small of her back.
"You fucking slut," he said, his voice deep and low, "You stupid bitch."
She inhaled, trying to find words. His hands were gripping her arms, his body totally dominating hers. She was way too weak to fight him off. She felt something in her crotch. It was hot. She was about to be raped by a complete stranger and she was wet.
"You want it so bad, bitch," he growled. "Don't even act like you don't."
She opened her mouth to say something but he shook her, slamming her against the car again.
"Shut the fuck up, whore," he was really hurting her, "Open the car. Don't try to scream or run."
