Absolutely not

"I'm going to skip today, we're not doing anything important", I said. "You'd choose me, a stranger, over school?", she said with a teasing smile. She picked up her computer and bag and moved over to the table I was seated at. I slid over my own bag, so she could set hers down next to it. When she went to place it down, however, her dress fell away from her body and I could see down all the way to where it regained tension around her waist. Her breasts were probably B-cups and they were beautiful. Her nipples were created two soft peaks that were a light, almost pink color.

She calmly sat down and looked at the code I had pulled up on my screen, seemingly curious as to what it did. "Wow, that looks really cool. I like the color", she said, pointing to the syntax highlighting of my code editor. We talked more, mostly about our classes we were in. Both being sophomores, we were in a lot of the same humanities courses you take early on, but we unfortunately didn't have any classes together.

It was comfortable talking to her so we continued for maybe another hour. "I'm really hungry, do you want to get lunch?", I asked. "Yeah, I would love to", she quickly replied. So, we left. I walked her to where my car was at, and I drove us to get lunch. After, we just started driving around, seemingly no destination in mind. "Hey, have you ever been to Prairie Hill?", I asked, referring to a pretty popular trail that led up to a lookout point over the city. "I've wanted to go for a while, actually! We should go", she said.

On the way out, she told me about her hometown, a small agricultural city in the state. "I used to work everyday in jeanshorts and a t-shirt. I had some pretty bad tanlines, but I'm so pale now, you can't even tell", she suddenly said. She reached to the hem of her dress and pulled it up. Driving, I took multiple takes as she pulled it up, even past her panties, which looked like a simple string across the side of her hip. The softness of her thighs and hips almost made me forget we were going 55mph down a rural road, I wanted to stare at her for hours. She let it fall down her hips, but it rested on her upper leg, her womanhood just an inch from my visibility.

I stole glances at her for the rest of the short drive.