Ask about a boyfriend

"Do you have a boyfriend?" you ask with a smile. "Or girlfriend?" you add, after a brief pause.

Kimmy smiles at you, finishes unbraiding her hair, and says, "No, I'm between boyfriends right now. How about you? Got a girlfriend?" Her head is cocked to one side as she grabs a brush from her desk and starts gently running it through her hair. She takes long slow strokes through the luxurious mane.

You poke gingerly at your nose, wincing a little in pain. "No, my last girlfriend dumped me a month ago. Do you have any Advil or Tylenol? I think it'll help."

"Sure," she says as she stands and moves to the desk. While she bends and rummages in the drawer, you watch her modest tits wiggle in her t-shirt. Her ass pulls her shorts taut, and you catch another glimpse of her black panties.

She hands you an opened bottle of generic Ibuprofen and a water bottle, catching you staring at her body. She just gets a wry grin on her face and sits back down. You pour out three capsules in your hand and pop them in your mouth, washing the pills down with the water. You hand the two bottles back to her.

"Thanks," you say, grinning.

She puts the bottles on the desk. "So, now that your friend is mad at you, what are your plans for the afternoon?"

"I haven't really thought about it yet. Do you have something in mind?" you ask, wondering if she has naughty intentions for you.

"Well, I just finished studying for the day, and I was thinking about heading out to get something to eat in a little while. If you're hungry, why don't you come along? It'll be nice to have the company. Can you afford sushi?" she asks.