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DeepBlue89
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New York city. The big apple.
Whatever it was that you called it, the city was huge and was filled with people from all walks of life. You've had many schools around spread out this concrete jungle, going from Columbia or NYU, to small community colleges. Among them, there was the Greater Community College of New York. It's a bit of a mouthful, but it was known - perhaps not academically, but it was known among quite a few people. Truth be told, its reputation was not stellar; its charm coming mostly from people with no other options, or from those who simply wanted to get an easy degree and finishing up their post secondary education.
Cheryl Smith was among those who commuted to this school every single day. She wasn't a student, mind you - she worked as the librarian to the school's modest library. Her boyfriend, Michael, did attend and despite what she might have told him, the fact that he went to this school was the deciding factor for her not pursuing a post secondary education at all. She figured that while it would be nice to get some sort of degree, that she was plenty smart as it was. Besides, the things that the young twenty-two year old brunette experienced here was more than enough to convince her that she was above all of this.
It's funny to some that Cheryl has this slight "I'm better than you" kind of attitude; sure, she looks at times like a stuck up librian (albeit in casual clothing) but during her free time, she was a social media fanatic; taking selfies and the like and occasionally, showing off her curves and her famously big ass in order to get more views and likes.
Her tall (5'7"), curvy body caught the eyes of many college students; among them being Henry. Henry was a charming guy, in his own right. Tall, lean yet fit - these attributes and more made him a bit of a cocky womanizer. He'd drop by every so often and talk to Cheryl; although for books. She didn't think much of it until a few gossiping girls talked in the library:
"Oh my god, did you see that librarian? ...Yeah, Henry talks about her all the time. He keeps talking about her body and massive ass. How he's going to do some sick things to it..."
Needless to say that hearing all those things and much, much more got to young Cheryl and her boyfriend. While Michael wasn't ecstatic about it, Cheryl talked about how she'd knock Henry down a peg, one of these days...
...
Cheryl just got to the library and stood behind the counter. It was a quiet day so far; mid terms just came by and the modest library went back to its default state of being occupied by the same ten or so people. The twenty-two year old played with her phone and looked at the picture she took maybe an hour ago. Thirty likes and among them, was Henry. Cheryl eyed the photo and admired her own clothing; so lost in her thoughts and she didn't notice someone move up close to her.
"Oh, I like that picture too."
She looked up and saw Henry there, grinning.
"Oh, hey Henry." she replied nonchalantly.
Whatever it was that you called it, the city was huge and was filled with people from all walks of life. You've had many schools around spread out this concrete jungle, going from Columbia or NYU, to small community colleges. Among them, there was the Greater Community College of New York. It's a bit of a mouthful, but it was known - perhaps not academically, but it was known among quite a few people. Truth be told, its reputation was not stellar; its charm coming mostly from people with no other options, or from those who simply wanted to get an easy degree and finishing up their post secondary education.
Cheryl Smith was among those who commuted to this school every single day. She wasn't a student, mind you - she worked as the librarian to the school's modest library. Her boyfriend, Michael, did attend and despite what she might have told him, the fact that he went to this school was the deciding factor for her not pursuing a post secondary education at all. She figured that while it would be nice to get some sort of degree, that she was plenty smart as it was. Besides, the things that the young twenty-two year old brunette experienced here was more than enough to convince her that she was above all of this.
It's funny to some that Cheryl has this slight "I'm better than you" kind of attitude; sure, she looks at times like a stuck up librian (albeit in casual clothing) but during her free time, she was a social media fanatic; taking selfies and the like and occasionally, showing off her curves and her famously big ass in order to get more views and likes.
Her tall (5'7"), curvy body caught the eyes of many college students; among them being Henry. Henry was a charming guy, in his own right. Tall, lean yet fit - these attributes and more made him a bit of a cocky womanizer. He'd drop by every so often and talk to Cheryl; although for books. She didn't think much of it until a few gossiping girls talked in the library:
"Oh my god, did you see that librarian? ...Yeah, Henry talks about her all the time. He keeps talking about her body and massive ass. How he's going to do some sick things to it..."
Needless to say that hearing all those things and much, much more got to young Cheryl and her boyfriend. While Michael wasn't ecstatic about it, Cheryl talked about how she'd knock Henry down a peg, one of these days...
...
Cheryl just got to the library and stood behind the counter. It was a quiet day so far; mid terms just came by and the modest library went back to its default state of being occupied by the same ten or so people. The twenty-two year old played with her phone and looked at the picture she took maybe an hour ago. Thirty likes and among them, was Henry. Cheryl eyed the photo and admired her own clothing; so lost in her thoughts and she didn't notice someone move up close to her.
"Oh, I like that picture too."
She looked up and saw Henry there, grinning.
"Oh, hey Henry." she replied nonchalantly.
