Guys, you remember that time in your life when you were just finding girls. You would sit around with your buddies and talk about how you want to "get" them, even though you didn't know what you would do with them after you got them.
Remember, you always had that one buddy that said, "Why are we talking about this shit? Let's go build a fort!"
You remember him don't you?
Yeah, well, I'm him.
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Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Theo Russell. No Theo isn't a short name. My parents named me after the kid on the Cosby show, no joke. See, I was at the young age where I just cared about having fun and doing things that I enjoyed. Like building a fort. Girls were always problems, always getting in the way. We could never do anything fun around girls because they were just, well, girly.
Oh, don't get me wrong, as I grew older I did admire the female form, I just did it from afar and was respectable. Since I didn't dive in with my friends about girls, it has always been impossible for me to read them and figure out what to say or what to do. So I sacrifice girls with other hobbies and things. I started staying to myself and enjoying things in life such as photography or skateboarding. Things that were individualistic and I could show parts of me without constantly being ragged on by guys about not hitting on everything that walks. They didn't understand with me being oblivious to women.
For example my friends and I could be out to dinner. They would be having a few drinks and a hot girl would walk by. They would be ogling her while I would be looking at the check and deciding on what size tip to leave. They would proceed to rag on me for the next two hours about not noticing the hot girl. If a girl was nice to me either as a waitress or anything, they would insist that I could go and jump her bones if I really wanted to. That's not true, they were just being nice.
College got worse and really it made me a bit more oblivious if not more respectful. I'm not a rich man, so I have to go on scholarships. See taking care of myself also ment that I kept my grades up. I didn't go out to parties. I didn't want to chance anything stupid happening causing me to get expelled due to a drunken bender or making some drunken remark that gets me smacked with a sexual harassment penalty.
Yeah I know, I'm weird like that. So I kept everything respectable. Sure girls tended to hug me a lot, but I let them hug me without being all touchy feely back. Boyfriends threatened me constantly since they felt that their girlfriends were flirting with me. Since I was oblivious to flirting, I didn't understand why. Okay I could see what they thought. I stood out visually. I had my hair spiked and purple. I had tattoos on my arms and legs. I didn't do it for attention I just did it because I liked the individuality of it. I did have to start taking self defense classes and carrying around mace just so I didn't have to worry about getting killed if the wrong girl hugged me. Finishing school is what was important.
Now I know what you're saying, "Okay Theo, this is supposed to be an erotic story. Where's the god damn erotica?!?!"
I'm getting to that, I did have to lay down the backstory though to make you understand the humor of the situation.
I was taking a photography course as an elective. It was something that I enjoyed and while I didn't learn much from the course, it did give me an easy grade for something I already enjoyed doing, from taking pictures to developing film. It did give me access to a bit better facilities and equipment, which I couldn't deny. I had already learned through many books and experiences about proper angling, equipment, and all that jazz. The instructor used me as teaching assistant with the class since I already knew what I was doing so I was making a bit of scratch for work-study along with doing something I enjoyed.
For our final project we were given two weeks to go off and make a portfolio of photos and develop them ourselves. While the portfolios themselves would be graded mostly on technical and artistic merits, an easy grade really, the best efforts would be awarded a photography package which was being donated by Masterson Photo and Audio. Sad to say with the expensive package they were going give, I wasn't able to participate because I said I would have to help judge.
Which brings me to Rebecca Masterson. She was one of the best looking girls on campus and in the photography class. She took it while majoring in business to help her parents along with there photo shop. She was able to talk the talk about things, but she didn't really have the steady hand and coordination with the cameras or the personal development of the photos. She either had a crowd of girlfriends around her and around them, groupies. I treated her like any other member of the campus though the few times she talked to me about class.
The day before the portfolios were due, my instructor asked me if I would go and pick up the photography package. It was a type of package that anyone in the class that was really into it would enjoy as it would give them more options for the next level of photography class. From a good camera, to film, to additional lenses, to a camera bag, it was what anyone could use and need. After my classes I headed down to the shop.
It was near closing time and one other person was in looking at various audio supplies and behind the glass counter, stood Rebecca. I was almost taken aback by her clothing as she leaned over the counter propped on her elbows reading a business textbook. I didn't know if her parents knew what she was wearing while at work, but I wish I had a camera right there. That shot would have graced my portfolio and I was seriously considering changing majors to photography from English after seeing that.
See what I mean, hot chick, and all I can think about is changing majors. How dumb am I?
I entered as the man was leaving and she didn't look up from her book, "I'm sorry we're closing."
"I'm not here to buy," I said, "I'm here to pick up the photo package for Mr. Kenner."
She looked up at looked startled for a moment, "Oh! Theo! Could you flip the closed sign? I have to gather some of the items together from the back," she said stretching and yawning, her full form in affect. She was wearing barely there denim shorts, and a halter top shirt that looked like it was tie-dyed red. She walked out from behind the glass counter and walked up to me and gave me a quick hug and locked the door, "I'll be right back." She said as she walked away. She wore sandals that wrapped up her calves almost up to her knee.
Yeah, I was going to have to change majors. Art major here I come! I would talk to Mr. Kenner about it for suggestions tomorrow.
