Purely Innocent

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Rosalie pulled up to the rather fancy looking home located towards the end of a nice cul-de-sac, her eyes wide and admittedly impressed with the place. God, she was jealous of him... Not so much for the house, but the fact he could just still live at home while attending university. She had to share a small dorm with two other girls, both of which seemed content with NOT having personal space. They shared everything with each other and seemed to think that Rosalie was fair game too, always taking some of her supplies or clothes, though making fun of her for her sizes half the time too. Rosalie's boobs easily being twice the size of theirs put together made her roommates quite keen on using her everyday shirts for oversized bed shirts.

That was the main reason why she was here, in fact. She wouldn’t get a moment’s peace at the dorm for sure. So they had to hold this here at Jackson’s house. He said he was okay with it, but she wasn’t sure how to really be okay with imposing on someone else like this. Despite the fact that she was bustier and curvier than most girls, she was about as meek and as bold as your standard wallflower combined with a church mouse. Not that she was overly religious, but her parents sure were. Instilling ideas of chastity and modesty into her the likes of which would surely make a southern bible thumper consider a bit much. She had been rather sheltered and stifled most of her life. Unable to have a real boyfriend, to really explore her sexuality through any means. Her internet was even monitored, since the computer was in the living room for all to see. Her room was subject to checks almost weekly and her clothes were kept modest and loose to hide whatever prominent curves she might ever get. Though considering her tiny little mother, she had to wonder where she got these things...

Even now it reflected in her dress, wearing a warm and fluffy sky blue sweater despite the Florida weather around her, a knee length beige skirt with black leggings, as well as a button up and muted white blouse under her sweater. She crossed her project partner's front yard wearing flats, because god forbid she wear anything stylish that would attract ‘those foot loving perverts’ in the world. Feet were made to be functional, not attractive. She couldn’t even paint her toes or even her fingers growing up. Her hair was in a loose, pulled back style and her face framed with simple and plain glasses. There wasn’t anything astounding about her, she felt, other than her height and bust, which only seemed to draw ire or mocking from classmates growing up…

Oh, but enough about her hang ups! She had a project to do, assigned by Dr. Box with someone she barely knew. But he seemed nice. One good thing about him, he was one of the first guys she actually had the chance to look up to! At 5’10", she towered over all girls and most guys. He was such a treat to her eyes. Muscular and tall, it made her swoon slightly to have to look up to someone for once. Not sure why honestly, maybe it was just the unique situation of it all. She just hoped that whatever caused his toned body didn't affect his intelligence. She didn't want dead weight on this statistics project, even if he was nice to look at...

Reaching the door, she waited with her backpack done up on both shoulders neatly and adjusted her glasses. She was about to know, but she could hear footsteps approach. She put on a brave smile as the door flew open and her jaw to do the same!