"Every class, she just sits there-looking as if she's doing me a favor by being here."
Truth is she was doing him a big favor. He loved to watch her saunter into class, never on time but always at the right moment. Not only did she walk in late to every class, she relished the attention it gave her. She never sat in the back so as to blend in with the folks who are already there-no! She took her time and walked slowly down the aisle's staircase and surveyed each row to make sure all eyes were on her-and indeed they were. She was a striking young woman. Her skin was mocha brown with that twinge of gold that gave her such a beautiful, natural glow. Her legs went on for miles and her hips were round but not overt. She had a strong, athletic build, and she walked with the grace of a seasoned dancer. Her breasts were full and buoyant while her smile and beautifully sculpted face and lips made most deem her as attractive. But the eyes had it. Her eyes were dark and intense, as if they could spin the many tales of Scheherazade and more. And when she found her place- usually in the front- she sat down slowly into the chair, pointing her toes and lifting her knees slightly before she crossed her legs. And she always wore skirts or dresses. She knew that her legs were beautiful-and she loved to show them off. It was never scandalous, though. The garments usually came to her knees or just a bit above or below- but it was enough to add to that mystery she loved to create. When she sat down and crossed her legs, just a bit of fleshy thigh would peek out. Oh how he had loved watching and waiting for its return each class!
But this time, she caught his gaze lingering just a bit longer than usual. He looked away, embarrassed but she just smiled. Today she was wearing a tighter-than-usual black mini skirt with wedge sandals and a yellow tank top.
He continued to preach and profess about business marketing tactics, answering the occasional question or two, while noticing that she seemed completely uninterested in a thing he was saying. Every now and again she would look up, give a soft smile or yawn, but most of the time, she was writing. But she wasn't taking notes. He wondered what she was writing so fervently about that it had her constant attention every time she was in his class, but he just could not get close enough to her to find out without creaming in his pants. This girl had an amazing effect on him and he wanted to know more, but the rules forbade him to do much more than offer a tutorial. So that's what he decided to do.
"Alright, guys. Class dismissed."
She gathered her things slowly, obviously not in a rush. She seemed like the type to drink everything in- whether it's a drunken fight or a baby being born. Her intensity seemed to spill onto the Earth as she blessed whatever she gazed upon with her presence. But he had to stop her.
"Excuse me? Can I speak with you a moment?"
She looked confused at his question, but happily obliged and sat back in her seat as he stood in front of her. He had never been this close before. He smelled her intoxicating scent of musk, tuberose and apples. He looked down at her and their eyes met. "I notice that when you come to class, you are always late-"
"Does it bother you?"
"No, it's not that. You come in late and you sit in the front and you never look interested in what I'm saying. And you're always writing. But I can tell that you're not taking notes-just writing."
"So what do you want to know?"
He looked at her wondering which question he should ask next. Should he ask her if she thought he was interesting? If the class was interesting? Or should he ask what could be a personal question, of what she was writing? He went for it.
"What are you writing about in that book of yours?"
She smirked then said, "That's personal." He kicked himself for prying, but soon he was glad he had. "But it concerns you. So would you like to find out?" She intrigued him to no end and she knew it. She picked up the notebook, opened it and handed it to him.
"Thank you," he said, meaning it.
"You are very welcome," she said as she continued to smirk.
He began to read and soon his eyes started to light up. He finished a page, closed the book and chuckled.
"So this is what occupies your thoughts while you're in my class?"
