Ingrid Moore walked into her classroom. This would be her first class at Walsdorf University. She looked around the classroom and took in everyone in the class. She looked at the front row and sat down and stared at the clock hoping that class would be over fast.
"Oh this sucks," thought Ingrid. "I don't know anybody here. My new roommate had sex in the room while I was five feet next to her in my bed. And I miss Chris like crazy. Oh shake it off Ingrid forget Chris he sure as hell forgot about you. And look you transferred here to get over him and all that drama so lets make the best of this."
Ingrid looked over at the guy sitting next to her. He was texting on his cell phone. He has a sly smile on his face as he texted. She looked him over. He was cute. He had a shaggy brown hair that looked like bed head; his eyes were a deep bluish green. The most striking thing about him was his gorgeous dimple in his right cheek. She glanced down his body out the corner of her eye at his strong muscular arm in his polo crew shirt. Her eyes drifted down to his shorts.
"Umm can I help you?" Ingrid eyes stilled as she looked up and him looking at her.
"Um yeah I um like your shoes. Your shoes are really cute. Where did you get them I think my brother would want a pair?" Smooth Ingrid real smooth, thought Ingrid to herself.
He cocked his head to the side and laughed to himself. "The flip flops are from Gap. I'm pretty sure your brother would want a pair. What's your name?"
"Ingrid, what's your name?" She looked at him check his new text message and saw him grin some more.
What a cocky little jerk. He can't even stop texting for a minute to even tell me his lousy name, thought Ingrid.
"Sorry about that. I'm Blake. So Ingrid I've never seen you before in any of my Econ classes are you new here?"
He glanced at her body as she started to speak. She was cute. He took in her dark chocolate skin, her long black hair pulled in a ponytail, her breast that were pushing against that shirt she had on just begging for release, and her curvy thick hips in the short blue jean skirt she had on. She licked her lips as she explained that she had transferred and rambled on about her roommate. He honestly could care less he just wanted to know what he had to do to get her in bed with him as soon as possible. He knew she liked him because she saw her stare at him when she sat down. He licked his lips and watched as her eyes focused on his tongue as it went across his lips. Oh yes, thought Blake this should be easy.
"So Ingrid I have had Prof. Rowe before in a different class. I pretty much understand what he wants on all his papers, so if you want some help or to study with someone I would love to help." He flashed her his grin again.
Ingrid took in his grin and all of a sudden he reminded her of her ex Chris. While Chris was black and gorgeous and Blake was white and equally gorgeous, but he somehow gave her the same feeling that she had for Chris when they first met, She didn't trust it.
"Thanks, but I'm sure I can figure it out." Ingrid turned and focused on the front of the classroom.
Blake starred at her in shock. Did this just happen. I just got rejected. Did she just reject me? No, no I must have heard her wrong, thought Blake. He turned to say something to her just then Prof. Rowe walked in and began his lecture.
Blake paid attention to the lecture, but kept stealing glances at Ingrid. He watched her type on her laptop and not pay him any attention. Finally class ended. Ingrid grabbed her books and head out of the classroom before he could stop her.
Ingrid walked out to doors to head to her dorm when she felt someone grab her arm to halt her. She looked back to see Blake red faced looking at her.
"I had to run to catch up with you. Did you not hear me calling your name," asked Blake?
"Sorry I had my ipod on. What's up?" She watched him rub his hand over his hair. He looked down at her and she realized he was pretty tall. She hadn't noticed that while they were sitting in class, but he was about 6'1 to her 5'7 height.
"Look I hope back there you don't think I was trying to make a move on you or anything. I was just honestly trying to help you out with Professor Rowe's class. He is known for his hard grading and I just thought why not help the new girl out."
Ingrid grinned. "So you ran after me to tell me that you hope I didn't think wrongly of you?" Blake smiled at that gorgeous dimple reappeared.
"Well yeah and to give you my number. No strings with it or anything. Its just in case you change your mind and need some help while studying."
"Ok, thank you Blake." She put his number in her cell phone. She saw a group of guys looking over at them and wave at Blake. "Friends of yours?"
"Yeah, my frat brothers. Anyway like I said call anytime." He waved bye and ran over to his friends.
Ingrid put on her ipod and walked back to her dorm room.
"Who was the black chick Blake, asked Billy to Blake as he ran over?"
"Oh her she is a new project I am working on. Turns out it wont be as easy as I thought." He laughed and slapped hands with his friends.
"Wait, wait what about your project with Lisa Rounds, and Marie Moore, and that big tit girl from that diner."
"Oh I finished with Lisa last week, Marie two days ago, and big tits last night. Look at what she texted me. She's begging for more." He walked over to his car.
"I don't know how you do it Blake; all these girls just fall for you," said Billy.
Blake opened his car door. "That's just the thing Billy they fall for me. I don't fall for them." He got in his car and drove home.
************************ Ingrid stared at the clock and back at the Economics book for Professor Rowe. This is ridiculous I have been studying this for the last three hours and I still have no clue what this man want s for this paper, thought Ingrid.
She glanced over at her roommate, April putting the finishing touches on her makeup before she went out for some pre Valentines party at some frat house. It had been a whole month since she moved in with April. While she hated her at first, but they soon set up boundaries and made a rule no sex in the room while the roommate was there. After that they kind of became friends.