Still riding high after the encounter with my brat sister, and being all too aware of a growing ache in my balls, I decided to take a shot. Worse case scenario, I figured, I was no worse off if I failed. Best case scenario, on the other hand... I grinned at the mental image of the pretty little Asian freshman bouncing on my cock. Damn, I need to clear my head.
With a bit more than my usual amount of courage and confidence, I stepped up beside her with a smile. "Hi."
She turned to look at me and smiled politely.
Not wanting to squander any momentum, I continued. "Freshman, I assume?" I gestured to the wristband she wore. "Are you lost? I can help. Where are you trying to go?"
"Yes," she said with a soft laugh and a more genuine smile. She pointed to the map. "I am trying to go to the library, but I do not see it here," she says. Her English was moderately accented, but easily understood. For some reason, the accent only made her more attractive in my lust-drunk state.
I smiled and grabbed her hand, guiding her pointer finger across the map. "Ah, don't worry. It's right over here." I directed her outstretched finger to point at the building labeled Hatfield-McNeil Academic Library.
"Ah," she said, looking embarrassed. "Why not write simply 'Library?' This is too many words."
"Some people need to feel important, I guess." I noticed she hadn't tried to recover her hand from mine, so I plucked at her wristband with my free hand. "So hey. Can I ask you? Why did you come to college this year? Aren't you worried about that new TRAP thing?"
Startled, she chewed her lip a moment. "Ah. Um. That is very personal question. But I will study very hard. I don't want... that."
"Still, this is a very difficult school, and if you're having trouble simply finding the library, you're already probably in trouble. I would think you should take this a little more seriously."
Her eyes lowered a little and searched side to side, thinking.
I could see that my words were getting to her, causing doubt. With her eyes lowered, I took a moment to peek at the neck of her shirt. There was a hint of exposed cleavage there, and I was reminded of the growing discomfort in my pants. I definitely wanted to bed this girl, but what would be the best approach?
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