“Great, do you mind if we go back to my dorm to discuss what to do for this assignment?”
“No, not at all.”
The walk to the dormitories was quiet. I was not very good at initiating conversation.
Every once in a while I would glance at her walking beside me. It gave me a fuzzy feeling in my stomach seeing her right beside me. It was like she belonged there. When we finally reached the dorm, we had to climb a flight of stairs to get to the second floor. I couldn’t resist staring at her abundant behind as I followed her up the stairs. I really wanted to reach out and run my hands over the roundness of her ass.
Finally, we entered her dorm and I was struck with the color pink. Almost everything in her room was pink, from the curtains to the rug and bedsheets.
“You must really love pink,” I commented.
“Yes, it’s my favorite color. Go ahead and have a seat right there,” she said, pointing to the chair in front of her computer.
My eyes wandered all over her desk. She had lots of pictures of herself and various people. There were lots of her and one particular man. I couldn’t fight the jealousy that was creeping inside me looking at how happy she was standing next to him.
“You have a lot of friends,” I commented.
“Back in my country I do. I’m afraid I don’t have as many friends here in America as I do back in Argentina. I miss my family a lot, especially my brother, Alejandro,” she said, pointing to him in one of the photographs.
I let out a sigh of relief when she said “brother” and that the man in the pictures wasn’t her boyfriend. I watched as she walked into her closet and came out a few moments later wearing pink shorts and a pink tank top. I did my best to suppress the arousal I was experiencing just gazing at the amount of skin she was displaying.
“Okay, I was thinking of some artists we could research and the one artist I really admire is the Mexican Frida Kahlo. I think her paintings are very powerful and unique,” she said.
“Sounds good to me,” I said.
“Let’s get started with the research, then. I think today we should conduct a study on the databases online and then tomorrow after class we could head over to the library to find some books,” she said.
I nodded in agreement and reached for my backpack, I pulled out my binder so that I could have some paper to take notes on. We spent the next three hours researching online.
“I really hate to cut this short but I have to attend a sorority meeting at the student union in fifteen minutes. We can continue this tomorrow after class,” she said after printing out the last page from an information database we were looking at.
“No problem, I’ll see you tomorrow, then,” I told her.
When I left her dorm, I quickly went to mine, which was two buildings over from hers.
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Flopping onto my bed, I couldn’t wipe the permanent smile that was fixed upon my lips. For most of the semester I dreamed of spending time with her and now that I finally did, I felt so much happier. I had a rush of inspiration to draw, so I reached for my backpack to retrieve my sketchbook. My heart fell when I couldn’t find it inside. I dumped everything out and only my binder and two textbooks fell out.
I started to panic and hoped my worst fear wasn’t true. I hoped I didn’t accidentally leave my sketchbook in Jacelia’s dorm room. I spent the next few minutes looking throughout my room hoping I hadn’t misplaced it but I couldn’t find it. I wanted to go back to her dorm but she said she’d be at a sorority meeting. I had no idea when she would come back.
All I could do was painfully wait until tomorrow and hopefully get an opportunity to search her room.
The next day I walked into class feeling uneasy. In my mind I pictured Jacelia finding my sketchbook and being angry with me for drawing sexually explicit pictures of her. All my fantasies were in that sketchbook and it scared me to think of her looking at them.
I entered the classroom and went straight to my desk. My eyes drifted to where Jacelia’s desk was and I saw she was already there reading a book.
In a hoarse voice, Professor Larson said, “All right, I’m really not feeling well today and I don’t feel like speaking. Being the nice person I am, I will be giving you all a free period to spend with your partner to discuss your research assignment. I expect you all to utilize this time wisely. I will also allow you to leave class early. I suggest you use this time to go to the library and do more research.”
Everyone in the class shuffled out of their desks happy to have a free period. Jacelia started walking toward me.
“Hello, Nick.”
“Hi,” I said softly.
“I’m really glad Professor Larson isn’t feeling well, it gives us extra time to do our research,” she said.
“Oh yeah, it does.”