I was never a good student. Don't get me wrong, I'm smart, just not motivated. I usually understood what was going on in school. Unfortunately, this changed I the last term of grade 12. Just after my 18th birthday, I had a pretty difficult math class; I hated it because to do well, you had to do homework. I don't like homework, I was almost ready to dump the course, but there was one little factor that kept me there...
She was hot, I mean like, "Damn, I need some of that!" hot. Her name was Jenn, she has lived up the street from me for years, but we never really talked much. You see, I'm the shy type, I never had trouble with talking to groups, but one cute girl could throw me into a fit of babbling idiocy. Jenn, on the other hand, was beautiful and confident, I guess she had to be. She stood at a cute 5'3" and this always bothered her. Jenn always wore 4-inch heels to try to compensate. Personally, I thought that she was fine at her natural height. As far as the rest of her body went, she had breasts that were a little above average size for a normal 18-year-old, but given her short stature, they looked much bigger. Her hair was dark and short, just down past her ears and her figured was curved in all the right places.
Anyway, back to math class, this all started the day our teacher gave us a seating arrangement. And whom do I get placed next to? That delicious little vixen, Jenn. I could see that she was less than thrilled, she seemed to be having a great time chatting with her friends in the corner and didn't seem to take much of a liking to me. While she is below average in height, she's the apex of beauty. Most guys with more sense than ego (and yes, there are a few) would never dream of asking her out. This was my category, while my mind was focused on her stunning figure, my over-analyzing logical brain decided that is was a lost cause and kept me I check. I'm not a bad looking guy, I'm an average 5'11", but I'm thin, I only weigh the shy side of 150 lbs. (that's fully clothed, soaking wet on a full stomach). The only thing I had that seemed to appeal to the ladies was my hair. I've always had long hair, always liked it like that. In school, it was usually longer than most girls, tied back in a ponytail about half way down my back. Everyone thought I did something special because of how soft it was, but I just washed with whatever was in the shower.
I was having a wonderful time in class now. I decided that this would be the way to get Jenn's attention, as well. Studying actually became important, because I could read ahead and figure out the new concepts. This seems really nerdy at first, but when everyone else is confused about what's going on, guess whom Jenn asked for help? I'm all about the subtlety, a little at a time, she would ask me a question, and without missing a beat I could explain what she missed. I was doing it more for sport than anything, I figured she'd never want me, but why not try my luck?
Luck was what I had when my distraction became a viable goal. I almost cried in class on Monday when the bell rang and she didn't walk in. I found out that Jenn had gotten sick on Saturday and, although she was almost better, had stayed home today. Hearing this, the cogs began to turn in my head, She needed homework, she couldn't afford to fall behind, I lived down the street, the solution seemed obvious. I watched the clock intently and waited for it to give the signal. I'm pretty sure I was out of my seat and on my way home before it was even done ringing.
I barely remember the walk to her house. When I got there, I saw no cars, so I guessed that her parents were still at work. <
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> I decided that listening to my own common sense would be a mistake, I needed all the confidence I could muster. I didn't need to be bringing myself down. I stepped up to the door and exhaled slowly. I lifted my hand pressed the doorbell. <
> I thought to myself. I heard footsteps coming to the door and the deadbolt sliding back. The door opened slowly and there she was, I was elated. Jenn stood there, looking healthy, in a small T-shirt and pajama bottoms.
"Oh, hey, uh, Jenn...I, uh, brought the homework from math class for you.... We did some, uh, hard stuff today, thought you'd need it." Smooth, <
> My subconscious is a prick.
She smiled in light of my twisted tongue, "Hey, John, yeah, come in. I was making some popcorn." I followed her down the hall to her kitchen were I could smell the kernels. What a sweet ass...
"Seems like you're feeling better." I said, I needed to start a conversation or she might just send back out the door.
"Yeah, I've been alright since last night, I just didn't want to go to school" She dumped the popcorn into a bowl and motioned to the living room. "You can take off your coat, just throw in on the couch."
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> "Uh, yeah, ok." I did as I was told.
"So what did we do today? There isn't another test coming up, is there?" She sat on the couch and I sat next to her while I dug my books out.
"Naw, no test, but this is a little tricky." I pointed to a couple of the examples in the books.
She seemed a little overwhelmed, "Holy shit, this stuff is fucked up."
"You're preaching to the choir, there, sweetie." That was a lie, I figured this stuff out about a week before hand and it was pretty simple for me now. I lied to see where she would go with this, and she went where I exactly where I wanted her...
"Can you stay for a little while, I need you to explain this to me."
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