Untitled , a short story by secretwritergirl. Date added: 2012-08-03. Times viewed: 1513.
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- Intro: Ana and Max are meant to be together. They long for each other. But what will Samantha have to say about that? Just a very short start to a story I'm thinking of writing. Would like feedback please :)
He sat alone in the classroom flicking through his college work books. Hoping something would relieve him of this boredom. Yes, he was here early. Earlier than anyone had decided to be here, obviously. But that’s why he came to this place. To learn. Not mess around with friends and girls and what ever else they did here.
Stumbling across a page of numbers he began to feel drowsy. I could sleep right here, he thought. He laid his head on the table and decided to have a little rest. Moments later the door opened. The room filled with the giggling of college girls. He rose his head and rubbed his eyes.
“Tired are we?” A semi-tall brunette-blonde girl spoke and looked directly at him.
“A bit.” He answered bluntly and returned to flicking through his books. She hiked her skirt up a couple of inches and walked over to his desk bending her chest into his face. He noticed her breasts practically falling out of her top and slowly his cock hardened. She wasn’t his type. She was too loud, too forward. And not especially… innocent. That was kind of his thing. But the sight of her breasts... any guy would get hard. He forced his eyes to hers. She slid her bum onto his desk and sat on it.
“You know, you’re kind of cute,” “You should hang around with us rather than fall asleep waiting for a teacher to come in.” She smirked. He looked to the group of girls quietly giggling behind her. Two brunettes giggling together and one short blonde. She was beautiful. Her long blonde hair flowed down to her waist. Her white top was slightly see through and he could make out the outline of a black bra. She noticed him looking and pulled her work books to her chest. He blushed. And she smiled… innocently.
“I’m Samantha,” The girl sat on his desk spoke loudly. “I can see you’re quite interested by my proposal. So we’ll meet you here tomorrow after first period and then you can hang with us?”
He forced a smile, using everything he could to keep his eyes focused on the plain face looking back at him, rather than at the pretty innocent one.
“My names Matt. What are all your names?” He said looking back at the other girls.
The two brunettes said their names together,
“Mellisa.” Spoke the one with the shortish black hair.
“Amy.” The other said. Her hair was lighter and longer.
They made something that sounded like ‘Mell-amy’ and both started giggling. Loudly. The blonde one stepped forward. Still clutching her books to her chest, she leaned closer to him, smiled and said,
“Ana.” Then she looked to Samantha and stepped back. It was like she was scared of her or something.
Matt cleared his throat. “Well it’s very nice to meet you all, are you in this class or?”
Samantha leaned closer, breasts practically touching Matt’s face. He could even see the hint of nipples coming out. He tried, this time, not to get a hard on. She wasn’t his type at all. But they were, after all, some pretty big breasts.
“Shh, were not in this class, but we were kind of curious when we saw you alone in here.” She whispered.
“Oh.” Was all he could think of to say.
“Were gonna stay.” She grinned sliding off his desk and turning to the other girls. No one else had turned up yet so four girls added to the equation would be better than the three geeky guys that were supposed to be in this class with him. Samantha took the seat to his left and ‘Mell-amy’ ,as he had re-named them, sat to his right. Ana slowly moved to sit next to Samantha. He looked at her perky bum move with each movement within her tight dark jeans, as she walked to her seat. And slowly, once more, his cock rose. Now that’s better, he thought.
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