Happy Meal

They both waited in the line to get some food, today's choice wasn't exceptionally enticing so they ended getting burgers and fries. John, always the gentleman, insisted on paying for Anna's tray even if the sum was very small.

Once seated alone at a table they got their first true moment together to talk sincerely outside of class.

"John, why do you always say I am sexy, beautiful, and cute? Isn't that the same thing?" Anna asked him.

"Some people might use them for the same purpose, but for me attractiveness is a composite of these three elements, for the physical parts of course because there are a lot of other things. Beautiful, beauty refers to some objective criteria, not even based in taste. Shape, symmetry, lack of visible flaws it makes someone beautiful but she can be so without being cute or sexy. It is the part that talks to the left brain, cold and analytic. Then you have cuteness, it simply is this factor found in kittens and puppies, if someone is cute you want to take them in your arms and cuddle with them, no matter how beautiful or sexy they are. It is totally subjective and based in the right brain who deals with emotions," he explained.

"Wait so you say that when a boy finds a girl cute he might not find her attractive or beautiful?" she asked him.

"He might, but it is no guarantee, you can find children cute without finding them attractive. And as much as you might like it, you wouldn't date a puppy. I need to be blunt for the last part. Being sexy is based on some attributes, sensual lips, generous chest and bottom. It simply means that you get a boy's dick hard. It talks to the hind brain, primitive instincts that are not even conscious. A good example of this are porn stars, some of them have exaggerated attributes based on the sexy factor, so looking at them is very hot but if you stop and analyze it they are not really beautiful or cute. You'd like to fuck them but you'd never want to be with them for the long run," he concluded.

"And so how do I fare?" she asked, shamelessly fishing for compliments.

"Let's resume, I saw every single bit of you so I can judge on the whole thing. You have a perfectly symmetrical face, a nice haircut, no moles or pimples, even your tits are very even and your curves are very harmonious, that, Anna, makes you beautiful. No one could argue with that. Then of course your face, your smile, and so many other things, like the way you blush, make you cute as hell. I want to take you in my arms and never let you go at least 10 times a day. And lastly, YOU ARE SEXY, don't let the herd of bean poles with water balloons stuck to their chests get to you. I desire you a lot more than any of them. This might change from person to person, but they are my instincts and I have no control on them. When I am near you my body is asking, why are you not fucking her already? And that's only for the physical aspect, the fact that you are smart, funny, kind, and actually like me in return is completing the picture. Anna, I couldn't think of anyone else I'd rather have as my first girlfriend than you," he told her.

"Wahoo, I mean, thank you. It's just that the girls always bullied me, when I turned 15 I gained a lot of weight and didn't manage to lose it since. No boy ever flirted with me, so I thought they were finding me ugly," she explained, she was blushing to start but was almost crying now.

"It's the damned high-school social pressure at work. It is not enough for the people at the top of the pecking order to enjoy themselves, they have to ruin it for the rest. I'll bet that the girls that mocked you for your weight were totally flat and got fake boobs a few years later, they were jealous that you got tits before them. The popular boys can have who they want but they also bully boys who try to date girls they don't find attractive on their shallow criteria. And simply speaking some boys are afraid of rejection and do not dare talk to girls by fear of ridicule. I did for a long time, but the other day when you sat near me... Well it was the first time I thought a girl was actually interested in me, so I had to try. And I don't regret it one second," he told her. For most of the conversation he had eaten with one hand, holding one of hers over the table.

"So, would you like to do something after class? I mean we're a couple now we should date or something like that..." proposed Anna.

"Anything with you. Any ideas? We could go buy you new underwear for the little bet we had earlier," he replied. Still with the blushing, he'll really miss it when it would stop.

"Oh, you... Really, I got a boyfriend who wants to go shopping for clothes?" she asked.

"Well I pick it and pay for it, all you have to do is model it and wear it during the next week. I think it would be a fun afternoon. Or we could go to my place and find something else to do. I'm sure we'll find something to pass the time," he explained, at the mention of modeling he almost could feel her warm up. He wasn't sure the pad would be enough. And he might even get her panties in the end if she left he store wearing new ones he bought her.

"No, the mall is ok. I have an appointment tomorrow with a doctor to get a prescription for birth control. I don't know if I can trust myself around you before that. I think we'll have to wait a bit. If it is true love we can wait a few days and not ruin our future. I love you John, but we're on our first year here and I don't want to risk having children yet," she said.

"Excellent, so I'll spend my time with a sexy girl modeling underwear I pick for her and who will wear them later and all I have to do is not impregnate her. I really must have won the life lottery," he told her.

They soon remarked that they had barely the time to eat the half melted small scoop of ice cream they had for dessert before the end of the lunch break. John had totally forgotten to work on his quest, despite the cafeteria being the perfect hunting ground, with lot of girls from classes he had not on his schedule being present.