The Foreign Exchange Student

A tall, toned blonde girl looked down at you, chewing on a banana.

"Seriously, I don't even know how the government OKs this stuff in the first place for you guys." Her melodic voice and light features gave away that she was from somewhere in Scandanavia. Alternatively, you could've just guessed that by the fact that she was nearly 6'6 and looked straight out of a modeling shoot. You stammered for words, but she just laughed and sat down.

"See? It even takes away you being able to speak!" She laughed, before taking another bite out of her banana. "You don't mind if I sit here, do you? My name's Ellen, by the way"

You pushed the lump in your throat back into your stomach. "No, not at all. I actually hadn't even eaten this food yet, but thanks for saving me the experience."

She took the metal fork on the side of your tray and poked at it, as if she was undertaking an experiment. She raised the food on a fork, before letting it fall onto the plate with an awful 'plop'.

"Look, it doesn't even follow gravity." She made a disgusted face, as if she'd never seen it before in her life.

"That's so gross. Is it like that where you're from?" You asked, reaching for a piece of the bread.

"Oh god, no. But then again, a lot of stuff is different from where I'm from. Cafeterias like this are warzones for every horny girl." She cracked a smile at you, which caused you to shift in your seat.

"That didn't make you uncomfortable, did it? I was just teasing" Ellen snickered. "Thanks for letting me sit with you. I've actually been kind of watching you ever since I transferred a few weeks ago, and you're the only boy who isn't eye-fucking me every time I walk into a room. To be honest, I don't even think you knew I existed."

You choked on a piece of bread, before swallowing it down. "Yeah, guys here can be a little...forward." You darted your eyes to the right, where there was a group of younger students blatantly staring at Ellen.

"Oh, fyfan. Those kids are staring at me every day. I don't think they've ever seen a Swedish girl in their lives before, maybe?"

"Yeah, that must be it." You said, ignoring the fact that she was dressed in a tight blouse and an even tighter skirt, showing off her tanned legs and wider hips. Her breasts were concealed by a bra, but you could tell the blouse was struggling to hold on over the fabric.

"Ah well, gotta deal with it, I guess."

Suddenly, the bell rang, signaling that the next period was about to start. Ellen got up and put her backpack on, before looking down at you. Her crotch was nearly in your face, but for once, you didn't notice any massive bulge like the other girls that 'accidentally bumped into you'.

"You know, you're in my biology class, right? Of course not, you're always in the side near the door. Want to go to class together? I think we have an experiment today, and I don't want to be partnered with one of the lovebirds over there."