1. A shy girl - Part One


    Date: 10/3/2014, Categories: Lesbian, Author: MollysDream, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    The first time I saw her was in a lecture theatre. She was surrounded by friends, while I was sitting on my own toward the back of the theatre as usual. While the lecturer fumbled with his notes, I let my mind wander until I was lying in her arms and that curl of soft brown hair was tickling my cheek. She never gave me a second glance of course, and I don’t think she was even interested in other girls that way. But that was okay because I would have become tongue tied if I had tried to speak to her anyway. Every day throughout the term I sat in that lecture theatre and watched the back of her head. I think I would have gotten top marks if there had been an exam essay to write about her as I studied all the little things she did. How she moved when she walked as if she was floating in and out of the lecture theatre in her mini-skirts and high heels. How she wore her hair differently every day. My favourite was when she had it tied up on top of her head, with little wispy tendrils at the back of her slender neck that begged to be kissed. Then there was the cute way she tilted her head to one side and rested her cheek against a slender palm while taking notes. How I longed to have that soft palm resting against my own cheek as we kissed. I spent so much time daydreaming about her that I usually had to stay behind and finish taking down my lecture notes after everyone else had left. Sometimes I looked up and tried to catch her eye as she walked past, but she was always busy ...
    talking with her friends and never noticed me sitting there. One day I took my seat in the lecture theatre and was disappointed to find she wasn’t in her usual spot. I scanned the theatre, but she was nowhere to be seen. The lecturer cleared his throat several times and then began pointing at his slides. “... there is a darker purpose in the play, and it is Lear’s pent up guilt that creates the tragedy...” As he droned on, I noticed the back door of the lecture theatre open and there were hushed whispers as a few people come in. I watched two of them walking down the centre aisle trying to find a seat, but neither of them was her. Then suddenly someone slipped into the empty seat to my right. I was scarcely game to lift my head, but I knew that it was her. I could feel my heart racing as her floral perfume wafted across the desktop. From this close I could see her long fingers were tipped with pink lacquered nails. I looked down at my own unpainted fingernails that had been nervously chewed short and hid them under my hands. “... the king rejected his daughter, and then began the descent into madness and the kingdom into turmoil...” I couldn’t focus on what the lecturer was saying, and my hand was trembling when I tried to write. Eventually the lecture finished and in an instant she was gone and had joined her friends as usual. I sat there for a few moments, stunned that she had been that close to me, when I noticed she had left behind a piece of folder paper. I looked around but ...
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