Visit the Library.

With the class cancelation, Mark decided that now was a good a time as any to pick up his study material. As he entered the library, the first thing he noticed was how empty it was, aside from one of two students dotted around the building. Thursday must have been the library’s slow day.

He stepped up to the front desk and gave the bell a quick ring before leaning his back against the dark wood to observe the room. The library had two floors, with the second one being more or less a large balcony. Not far from the front desk was the study area. Behind that was a line of computers, while the walls were lined with rows upon rows of bookshelves. He couldn’t even see the east wall due to all the shelves.

When Mark heard the sound of heels clicking from behind the desk, he glanced over his shoulder only to go wide-eyed at what he saw. Standing behind the desk was probably the most beautiful redhead he had ever seen. She had cream-colored skin, curves that would make a hornet envious, hypnotic emerald green eyes, and full red lips that just begged to be kissed. She wore a white blouse, a knee-high black skirt, black-rimmed glasses, and dark high heels.

When he rang the bell, Mark had half expected to be approached by an elderly or middle-aged woman, but this beauty looked like she was just a little older than he was. She must have been a student employee. “May I help you?” she asked in a soft, accented voice. Even her vocals were intoxicating.

Mark gulped before turning to face her. “High, uh,” he stammered as he tried to speak to the beauty, “I’m…I’m Mark. I’m came to pick up my books.”

As the young woman gave him a friendly smile, Mark felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest. “May I see your ID?” she said, turning on her computer. Mark fumbled with his wallet before taking out his identification and handing it to the girl. As she took it, her long red nails lightly brushed up against Mark’s skin. The scratch of her nails stung a little, but he wasn’t about to complain as the starch drew his attention to her soft and slender fingers.

“Here we are,” she said, pulling up Mark’s information. “This shouldn’t take but a moment.” As she stepped away from her desk, Mark couldn’t help but watch her hips sway with her walk. As soon as she stepped out of sight, the young man shook himself from his female induced trance.

“No way she’s not taken,” he thought to himself. As the woman returned, with his books in hand, Mark caught a small glimpse of her D-cup cleavage through the part of her blouse. He strongly considered asking the girl out with his heart pulsing in his chest, and his member throbbing in his pants. There was a party tonight he could take her to, but then again, she looked way out of his league. Would she even accept his invitation?