Macy was an average-looking woman, about 5'5", with curly brunette hair with a red tint to it; she was tan from her grandmother's Native American heritage and working in the sun growing up. She was 25 and in college studying to be a professor in sociology. Macy was not naive but she had little experience with men, so her sexual encounters were almost non-existent. Her demanding daily life had barely left her with any time for herself, let alone a guy.
It was her first class of the day for the first day of the spring term, the flowers were in full bloom and the sun was shining letting her be able to wear that cute knee-high sundress she bought on sale last year. When Macy got into class she looked around the lecture hall like she always did just to get a feel of how the rest of the term will be, not expecting to know anybody as usual. As she was scanning the room her eyes stopped at a man with long sandy blonde, wavy hair. He was sitting about 3 rows ahead of her but she could still make out his build.
He was muscular, wearing a navy blue long-sleeve shirt pulled taught over his body, each muscle seeming to be delicately carved by Michelangelo himself. Macy never thought this deeply about a man in this way before, after all, she had a life to build and men were not as reliable as told to be. The rest of the class went by slowly, Macy got nothing out of the lecture because she was too busy eye fucking the angel in front of her. She was still staring at him and daydreaming about what those endless muscles could do when she heard the professor release everyone.
While Macy was packing her things she felt someone's presence behind her. Slowly she turned to see the god himself, realizing he looks familiar, she just couldn't place his face until he finally spoke. The man in front of her recognized who Macy was before she did him and it was the same voice she had pleasured herself to so many nights alone as a teen.
When Macy took another look at him she recognized his old features that have been hidden by his age. This was Jaxon, the boy she thought she loved so many years ago whom she would never make a move on for the sake of her friendships, and the same boy who abruptly moved away the same year he got her heart. "Macy I can't believe it's you!" he says with a strong gravely voice that still has the power to make her knees quake. "Yeah it's me" she squeaks.
Macy was embarrassed at this point because she saw the mischievous and sexy side smirk that he would make when she was going to get teased and boy could he lay it on. That moment she knew that he had caught her eating him with her eyes. "So I saw you looking in my direction for an awfully long time during the lecture" He was always so blunt. She didn't know what to say so she continued to gather her laptop and phone in an effort to change the subject.
Jaxon saw her discomfort and immediately regretted bringing it up. He knew Macy wasn't as straightforward as him. She always tried to stay away from situations where she was the target. Oftentimes at school growing up whether in class or during a break she could be seen reading a book intently, trying to avoid any human interaction she can.
It was honestly a miracle she had any friends at all. But that's also what drew Jaxon to her in the first place; she had a calm but fiery and passionate soul, one that he got to catch a glimpse of before. "Hey, so maybe we should catch up over coffee or something Macy? I don't have another class for a while today. We could head somewhere now if you aren't busy?".
She saw that he felt bad about putting her on the spot but as much as she wanted to get coffee with him she didn't think it would amount to anything more than that. She had enough things going on in her life without getting involved with a guy. A guy that she had already fallen for before. "I think that would be fine, I have a little time before I have to run errands" "GREAT!" Jaxon said with more enthusiasm than he meant to.
