Amy woke up lying on the couch. Her head was resting on the chest of another. Her head slowly bobbed up and down with his steady breaths. She lifted her head and turned to look up at him. He had an elbow resting on the arm of the couch with his fist holding up his head. His eyes were open and looking directly ahead at the TV.
Dave wasn't the best looking man she ever dated. He had a long face, a pointed chin, and a rather large nose. His blonde hair was long and he didn't really know how to condition it properly. He did have great eyes though; she loved staring into those blue eyes of his. She didn't always get to see them though since standing at 6' 2" he was a full foot taller than her. She liked that he was tall.
Dave saw her looking at him out of the corner of his eye so he turned to face her. They smiled at each other. She leaned in towards him and gave him a closed mouth kiss on the lips. After the kiss she snuggled back into his nook.
Amy sat up when the show was over. "Well I should get going."
"Um, before you go, I was wondering if you could take a look at my English essay."
Amy sighed. "Yea, send me what you have and I'll look over it."
* * * * *
A few hours later Amy was lying in her bed checking her email on her laptop.
"Hey Amy, my username for Ms. Horner's class is dave16 and my password is still the default 123456. The rubric for the paper is posted on the class homepage. Thanks babe."
"He didn't even start the paper!" Amy angrily shouted. She sighed, but then she went to the website and read the rubric. She took a crack at the first paragraph, but she was unfamiliar with the book they read so she found herself looking up a plot summary on the internet.
"What the fuck am I doing?" Amy asked herself 30 minutes later. She went back to Ms. Horner's website and looked at the class list. After scrolling through the list she decided Brian was the perfect target for this.
"Hi Bri, it's Amy," she texted.
Three dots appeared to indicate he was typing a response, but then they disappeared. She knew texting him out of the blue may not yield a response, it's not like they hung in the same social circles. The only reason she had his number was because they were in the same group for a project like in 7th grade, and who the hell ever deletes numbers.
"Hey, what's up?" he eventually texted back.
Amy decided to be direct. She had wasted enough time on this endeavor already. "How's ur Eng paper goin?"
"I finished it over the weekend, why?"
Amy held out her phone and took a selfie while she laid on the bed. She inspected the picture before sending it. Her lips were pouted in the standard duck pose and her blonde hair looked good against the dark pink pillow case. Still, it wasn't suggestive enough. Her torso was in frame but her breasts didn't particularly stand out.
Amy got out of bed and walked over to her bedroom mirror. She was wearing a light pink pajama set with regular black poke-a-dots forming a grid. The shorts were very short which you couldn't tell in the first photo. She decided her tanned legs should be in the photo. The short sleeve shirt was loose though and not nearly suggestive enough. Amy undid the 4 buttons down the front and let it hang open. She maneuvered each of the open flaps until they just barely covered her nipples. Got to show some cleavage to motivate him. Plus now he could see her toned stomach and abs.
Amy snapped a picture to send to him with the message "Write a 2nd one for me n I'll have a reward 4 u. Baby I can make you feel hot. It'll be r secret."
* * * * *
Brian approached Amy at her locker the next morning. "Hey Amy."
Amy leaned her head into her locker and took a deep breath. Then she put on a smile and turned to face him, "Good morning Bri, what's up?"
"Um, I, er, finished the thing you asked me to do."
"Try to act natural," she replied in a hushed tone. "Can we talk about this later? I'll text you after school. K? Bye." Amy closed her locker and walked away from him. "Doesn't anyone know how to be discrete?" she muttered to herself.
* * * * *
On the walk home from school Brian's thoughts were dominated by Amy. In fact he was thinking about her all day long. He was unable to focus on anything his teachers had said.
Finally his phone made the noise to indicate that he had received a text. "Can we do this at your place?"
"Yea of course."
"What's ur address?"
He gave it to her and started on a light jog home, but his backpack was heavy so he soon settled into a fast walk. When he arrived at his house she was already waiting for him. Her car was parked on the street in front of his house while she sat inside listening to music. She didn't seem to notice his approach so he knocked on the car window.
She jumped, but recovered quickly. She was wearing a black leather skirt and his eyes tried to sneak a peek up her skirt as she swung her legs out of the car, but his neck held tight and he was ultimately unsuccessful. Her tanned and toned legs looked damn good though.
He led her into the empty house and kicked off his tennis shoes. She left her black boots on. He then led her upstairs to his bedroom. He walked over to the bed, but she stopped him. "Before you get too excited there I need to see your work."
He opened his laptop on a desk and pulled up the file. She sat in his chair and took a few minutes to read it. "Good, now I need to see yours."
"Huh?"
"I need to make sure you didn't plagiarize yourself." She thought back to when Mr. G caught her and Dave cheating. She would not suffer that mistake again.
"Oh, yea." He complied and pulled up the first version of the essay, the one he had written for himself.
Amy's lips were pink and glossy. Her lips silently moved as she read through the paper. He fantasized about kissing those lips as she read. She took her time reading through his paper, frequently stopping to go back and forth between the two documents to compare them.
Brian readjusted himself. His jeans were becoming quite restrictive as he eyed her up and down. Her straight hair was highlighted with many different shades of blonde. He wasn't quite sure which hue was her natural color. He had known her before she put so much product in her hair, but at present moment he had trouble picturing her any other way than what currently sat before him.
Her white jacket was still zipped to the neck, hiding her wonderful chest and so once his eyes were done fantasizing about kissing those lips he moved on to her tanned legs. Looking under the chair he saw that she had strong calf muscles. She wore black boots that ended just before where her calf muscles stuck out. He couldn't wait to touch them.
