Study buddies.... (seeking one female)

[spartanpride101]

Study buddies.... closed for xxannaleexx

Brandon

Height - 6'2
Weight - 240
Hair - Shaved
Eyes - Hazel
Cock - 8 inches, 2.5 wide
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It was a warm summer morning and Brandon was sitting through his history class, bored as usual. The crossword puzzle was a breeze today and the Professor was droning on and on about nothing at all related to the course. Looking at his watch, he seriously questioned the merit of having left his comfortable bed in his off-campus apartment. Within minutes, he had dozed off, head resting on the railing behind him, hands in his lap, snoring ever so softly in this near empty classroom.

About five minutes later, Brandon awoke, slightly startled by what he saw. Looking to his left, two seats over, was sitting the most beautiful blonde he'd laid eyes on in quite sometime. Sure enough, she was dressed for the weather, wearing short khaki shorts and a tank-top. He recognized her but she only came to class once in a great while so he hadn't thought much of her until now. She glanced over, catching his gaze, returning a soft smile.

 

[spartanpride101]

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message me if you'd like to join this thread... I hope to develop it out quite a bit.

 

[xxannaleexx]

OOC: Annalee Jensen, 19
5'6'', 125 lbs, 34C, slim with some good curves
shoulder-length blonde hair, fair skin, bright green eyes
bisexual and very open, up to try anything

IC: Annalee didn't come to history class often. It was early and she definitely wasn't a morning person. Once in a while, though, she felt ambitious and since she hadn't been out partying lately, she had been able to actually wake up in the morning. Unfortunately, it seemed she had picked the most asinine lecture of the semester to attend.

She noticed the guy sitting a couple of seats down from her was asleep. A good idea, she thought to herself, and fought down her laughter as he started awake. It was obvious from his first look at her that he thought she was pretty, and she thought he was very good looking, too.

She sent a soft smile his way and brushed her hair out of her eyes. Class was dismissing, and she gathered up her computer and books slowly, waiting for him to approach her as she knew he would.

 

[spartanpride101]

He swore to himself he wasn't that kinda guy; he never randomly approached girls, especially ones from class, especially one as pretty as her. She had to have a boyfriend, girls like this just aren't single, especially around these parts. It's one thing to do this at a party when heavily intoxicated when one can't remember the rejection, but this, this was going to take balls.

Brandon stood up, packing up his bag, he looked at the chalkboard at the front and saw that there was an exam scheduled for the following week.

"Ah, God damnit" He blurted out, surprising himself as much as this mysterious girl packing up as well. "Sorry, it's just that I'm not doing well in this class. This guy is an idiot and with work and everything..." He trailed off, blushing, he apologized again, this time for swearing in front of a lady. "I'm Brandon" he said, extending his right arm, taking her soft hand in his, shaking it firmly, "it's a pleasure to meet you." He said as they began to walk for the door.

 

[xxannaleexx]

Annalee jumped at his sudden outburst, but understood the reasoning behind it. Annalee smiled, extending her slender arm. "Nice to meet you, too, Brandon. I'm Annalee." He was blushing and that made her smile even wider, she loved this guy's awkward nature.

She nodded towards the schedule and shifted her books in her hands. "Yeah, I get it. I'm sort of behind, too. I think this is about the fourth time I've been in this class." she said as they headed out the door. She pushed her hair out of her eyes again and looked up at him.

 

[spartanpride101]

As they left the building they just continued to walk, it seemed as if they were heading the same direction as it was. "Annalee, that's a beautiful name." Brandon said softly, eyes cast towards the sidewalk, nervous and unsure of what the possibilities here may be. As they walked, they made small talk of majors and classes taken, discovering they were the same major and would have several classes together in the fall.

Things seemed to be going way to smoothly for Brandons liking. It wasn't unusual for him to chat a girl up but there seemed to be a real connection going on here, he wondered in his mind if maybe he actually liked this girl, Annalee.

As they made the last turn down by the river path, Annalee smiled, taking out her cell phone she asked Brandon if he would like to meet at the library over the weekend to study for the dreaded history class. "Sure" he stammered, stumbling over his words as he recited the 7 digits to his phone number. They agreed on a time and location to meet on Sunday night, the night before the exam. As Annalee turned and walked away, Brandon stopped and watched, enjoying the sight of this beautiful female... "Have a good night!" He called out as her distance gained. She simply turned, smiled and waved, saying "you too."

 

[xxannaleexx]

Annalee couldn't stop smiling as they walked and talked together. She tended to ignore guys that approached her, but Brandon had this likeability factor that just drew Annalee to him. She didn't usually initiate a date of any sort, let alone a study date--she usually didn't have to--but something told her that it might not happen if she didn't make the first move. She put his number in her cell and they said their goodbyes as they unwillingly parted ways.

Annalee threw her things down on the couch of her extremely modest studio apartment and opened the refridgerator. She didn't have another class that day, but for some reason she didn't feel in the mood to party or go out. She figured she'd have a little snack, a quick nap, then go to work on putting together an outfit for Sunday night. It was just a study date, but she wanted to look good...she actually seemed to like this guy and didn't want to scare him off or turn him off. After all, she thought, who knew what this study date could lead to?

 

[spartanpride101]

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Brandon returned to his apartment, his mind had been racing since parting ways with his new interest. He couldn't get her off his brain regardless of what he thought about, everything kept going back to her. What did she like, did she have a boyfriend, why did she give her number so easily? His mind was now spinning as he sank into his couch. What were the possibilities for Sunday he wondered? Would she prefer a guy who knew everything and could lead her or the dumbed down version of himself? Most importantly, what was he gonna wear?

 

[xxannaleexx]

Sunday came quickly, but not quickly enough for Annalee's tastes. All week, she couldn't keep her mind off this date, wondering what he was expecting, what she should expect, and what the possibilities were. She hardly knew this guy, yet she had easily given away her number and she still wasn't sure why she liked this guy so much after only a five minute conversation.

She got out of the shower and dressed in the outfit she had picked out three days ago--a black thong and bra underneath of a jean mini skirt and a low-cut pale blue tee shirt. She slipped into a pair of sandals, grabbed her books and headed out to the library to meet Brandon.

 

[spartanpride101]

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Dressed to impress, Brandon waited patiently at the library next to the small cafe located on the first floor. He checked his watch repeatedly, trying to figure out if she was going to show up or not. When she turned the corner to the cafe, his jaw about hit the floor. She looked absolutely stunning and it took everything he had to not let his cock jump out of his jeans. She looked even better then he had imagined, he smiled, standing to greet her. He pulled her chair out for her as a gentleman always should and they say down, exchanging pleasantries about their respective weekends.

No matter what she said, all he could concentrate on were her big beautiful eyes. After about an hour of talking and joking, he blurted out five fateful words..."Do you have a boyfriend?" He crossed his ankles beneath the desk, hoping for a yearning no. A no that would signal that she wanted his Italian butt.