Assets Part #1
Darling, Description: Her name was Amalia ( 20 ) I have been hard crushing on this woman for some months now ( 11 months) The number of wet dreams ive had of this woman… possibly unhealthy. But I do like her genuinely. Ive never really tried to talk to her… but ive heard her speak, ive seen her actions, and ive watched from afar. long enough to believe I like her. she's generally helpful to the people around her (even helped me once) She helps the teachers with making lessons and planning, so very smart I'd say. And incredibly pretty from head to toe. But explained in a more poetic standard… She was a quiet enigma, a person who seemed to exist in her own universe, far from the pace of the world around her. At first glance, her appearance could easily astonish anyone who observed long enough- though she wasn't the type to make a spectacle of herself. She was tiny, barely over five feet, but her presence was everting but small. Her body had a softness to it, a thick warmth that hinted at more from within. Her hips curved in the most alluring of ways. A never demanding presence that demanded attention. A glance that could kill yet a body you'd wish to feel.. A existence of pure imperfect perfection. Her skin was a perfectly pretty sun kissed caramel, almost as if the sun itself had left its mark upon her. Radiating this longing warmth. I wanted this warmth, wanted it so much that the line of want and need had blurred.
Back at college One cold winter day, around evening time when the peachy orange sun began to only peak through the windows. walking into the college class room and seeing her. She was a immediate eye catcher. She sat in the far back right corner of the room, right next to a large window, and myself directly behind her. I had a lovely view of her attributes . Her purple and black hair reflecting in the overhead light, her butt ever so slightly spilling over the sides of the chair. These chairs specifically had a little hole in the back of them, perfect to see her assets even better. 1 hour before class ended As I was stealing glances I had a thought… Why not take a picture… BUT WHY DO THIS??? This is pretty much full invasion of privacy… and if I where to be caught… Keeping in mind, phones ARE NOT ALLOWED during class time, I had my second thoughts. But before long, lust overcame logic….I slowly pulled my phone out, trying to get a good shot. Constantly glancing and checking my surroundings for any uneeded glares. Keeping the phone under the desk at all times, trying to get as much of her in one frame as possible. Her curves… looked so soft and warm, I could almost feel them, and in that moment, I needed them. After a lot of positoning and finessing, I finally get a good angle and could only hope no one would catch me… After a moment of thinking, I take one more glance around the classroom and make the decision, finally snapping the picture. I was then met with immedate doubt. …Only To realize afterwards…" THE FLASH WAS ON!!!" A small gasp from her… I frenzy into a silent panic, Sliding my phone into my left pocket as fast as humanly possible. Picking up my pencil again and pretending to act as if I where working. I quickly glanced around to see if anyone else saw. To my suprise, everyones heads where still burried in text books or taking notes. I then quicly looked towards amalia… She was fidgeting and moving and seemed all over the place. The usual compusure, completely lost. As I sat in my chair staring at the clock… everything was in slowmotion. Hoping and praying that she wouldnt beat me or report me or just anything bad. My lust became to much and now ive fucked up big time. anxiety slowly fills my chest. People begin to pack there bags and leave .I write a couple more things down through out the last minutes of class and finally the bell rings. Not knowing what to do I just sit and wait for the class to empty itself… 5 minutes pass, then 10, then a full half hour. The classroom now completely empty excluding her.
