Good!I woke up a little disoriented due to the strong sound of my alarm, I had decided to put one in an attempt to get to my classes earlier, but I had completely forgotten about it, that's why I turned it off and decided to keep sleeping.
- Natalia, don't even think about going back to sleep! - My mother yelled from afar, surely she heard the commotion caused by my phone and noticing that it ended so quickly, knew I was already awake - Get out of your room or I'll kick down the door!
- Fine! - I replied with a shout, sitting up in bed quickly since I know my mom and her threats have weight.
I took my phone to see the time, letting out a long sigh of exhaustion when I saw it was 5 am. I got out of bed, taking my towel with me, and walked to the bathroom, opening the door to my room and tilting my head slightly so as not to hit my forehead on the frame.
I walked into the living room with the towel in hand, sticking my head out to greet my mom and let her know I was already up. I went back to my room, not before opening my sister's door, finding her in the middle of changing, wearing only underwear.
- What? - She asked while searching for something in her dresser.
- Give me back my hairbrush - I replied at the same time as I extended my arm, and she simply opened one of the drawers on her nightstand, grabbing what I had asked for and putting it in my hands - When are you going to learn to give me back my things after using them?
My sister just rolled her eyes, closing the door in my face, so I walked towards the bathroom in my room. I entered stretching to finish getting rid of the sleep, yawning a bit as I took off my pajamas, a simple blue loose shirt that I stole from my taller cousin a long time ago, which reached down to my pubic area.
Al quitting me la camisa I could look at my naked body in front of the bathroom mirror above the sink, my head was protruding from the frame of the mirror, so I could only see from my neck to just above my knees.
As you've read, my name is Natalia, I'm 23 years old and I'm 1.95 meters tall, I have long hair that reaches halfway down my back, it's been dyed in large part, but with roots in my natural black color, I have light brown eyes, a small pointed nose and not very plump lips.
My figure is thick, but not in a bad sense, because although I don't have a flat stomach, it's not very prominent either, all because my body has a high metabolism that has helped me not to need much exercise, unfortunately, all the food went straight to my hips, my butt and my thighs, leaving my breasts like timid mountains that barely rise from my chest, the only notable thing about my breasts is the small mole near my right nipple.
I bent down enough to center my head in the mirror, getting a little closer to look at my dark circles under my eyes, which started appearing when I decided to stay up late at night to try to do all my career tasks and recover some failed notes.
I entered the shower and let the water fall on me, flowing over my entire body as I washed my hair, which had been long enough without cutting it, but I didn't have many reasons to see myself again with hair down to my shoulders. Slowly, my fingers made their way to my waist, specifically my pubic area, where I felt the public hair on my mount of Venus, something that I let grow because I hadn't had the need to shave it. My fingers went a little lower and started touching my swollen labia.
I let out a long sigh as I rinsed all the soap and shampoo out of my hair, closing the tap when I felt my body was clean, opening the door of the shower and took two towels to dry myself off.
I finished drying my body after a few minutes, so I took my hairbrush and started brushing my hair to try to dry the ends of my hair. When I finished with that, I went to my closet to look for something to wear, grabbing some tennis shoes, green cargo pants, a white shirt with a pink design, and a blue hoodie with a hood.
I left my room and walked to the dining room, where my mom and sister were having breakfast, Mom pointed to a plate next to her, so I sat down and started eating.
My family only consists of four people: my dad, who is almost never present due to his work, my mom, who works with a polygraph and has an irregular schedule, my younger sister, who is a student in her last year of high school, and me, the oldest daughter.
My height comes from my mom, as her side of the family has always had tall descendants, in her generation, only my uncles inherited this trait, while in mine, three of us have.
My mom's name is Amy, she's a woman in her forties, just shy of 50, and even at her age, I can say that she's a beautiful woman, something my dad has always emphasized as one of the reasons he married her, the other being that my mother, since adolescence, measures 155 cm and according to his words, has always had a preference for short women.
My sister's name is Michelle, she's 17 years old and measures 168 cm, and is the shortest in our generation. She has wavy brown hair that reaches her shoulders and light brown eyes. Unlike me, she has a much more toned and firm body, accompanied by a much more prominent chest and narrower hips, preferring to go to the gym paid for by my dad to avoid losing her figure, while I'm very loose and can't do exercise.
I finished breakfast and got up to leave, not without saying giving my mom a kiss on the cheek along with Michelle, saying goodbye while opening the door to our apartment and going down the stairs. We live in an apartment complex a little outside the city, so my sister and I always have to take the bus or public transportation if we want to go anywhere.
I looked aside when I felt murmurs near me, noticing that two men were looking at Michelle and me, remarking on my butt and my sister's guitar-shaped body, until I could hear them saying that if she weren't so chubby and had a better figure like the one next to her with her tits, they would easily give it to us between the two.
I'm used to gazes and some words about my body, both sexually and physically, such as whether I have good buttocks, whether they want to squeeze them, whether they want to have me as a dog, whether I should lose weight, whether I would look better if I lost weight, etc. It doesn't affect me that much, but I always ignore it, except for when they say something about my hips, which leaves me very disoriented thinking about what they're saying.
Idiots, Michelle said, raising her voice enough so the two of them could hear her, and although one took it as a joke, the other seemed to be affected by his ego because he began walking towards her with the clear intention of confronting her.
What are you going to do? I asked while standing up, straightening my back to show how tall I was compared to him, staying just below his shoulders - If you dare to do anything to my sister, I'll break your face.
The man just kept looking at me, since he was a scrawny guy who barely had any muscle, and although I understood that I could easily overpower him in strength due to the difference in our physiques, the pain of feeling his ego get destroyed if he let himself be bossed around by a woman. pushed him to at least tell me something.
The other man put himself between us and started pulling his friend away, looking at me for a moment to apologize before he finally managed to convince the idiot that it was a bad idea, so they both eventually left.
I let out a long sigh, looking sideways at Michelle who wasn't taking her eyes off the two men as they left, so I sat down beside her and hugged her.
-Thanks- I put my arm around her waist to bring her closer to me, letting her rest her head on my shoulder -But you're too impulsive. If I hadn't been here, what would you have done?
-I don't know, I'll think about it later when things settle down, but I can't take it when they start talking about us like we only serve the bed... Especially with you.
I hugged her tighter, our relationship wasn't like sisters who treat each other like trash or others where they're inseparable, we both love each other and at the same time can't stand the other, but if someone speaks ill of one, it's up to the other.
After a few minutes waiting, the public transportation that served us both finally came by, so we got on and paid our fares. We sat down together and Michelle rested her head back on my shoulder while I closed my eyes to try to sleep a little more.
As I fell asleep, I started thinking about the words those men said about me, which made me feel a bit uncomfortable, not because of their words themselves, but because I couldn't help but think about what they would do to me. I'm not a preteen or a pervert, but my head likes to play with me and forces me to imagine things that really make me uncomfortable against my will.
I like porn and have seen enough to know a lot about sex, so many videos, erotic stories, movies, and books, but even with all the information I have, I've never felt attracted to a penis. Not the thick ones, not the thin ones, not even the meaty or bloody ones, nothing, the A simple image of just one person makes all the warmth I had until that moment disappear, but it's not because she is lesbian, since I can see the naked body of a woman and don't feel anything, while if I see a man in underwear, I feel like my heart starts to beat.
My mind kept wandering at the same time as I managed to fall asleep, destroying the image of those two men and changing it for the type of man that always found me more attractive, someone almost my own height, with broad shoulders, marked back, marked pectorals and abdominals.
I know I'm asking a lot, but is it worth dreaming? No can do anything if that's specifically the type of man who has always managed to excite me. At the moment of my dream when both began to approach me to touch me, I felt someone touching my shoulder and moving me, waking me up to let me know we had arrived at the station.
I got off the bus yawning, Michelle had gotten off a long time before since her school doesn't take as long to get to our apartment, so I walked on my own to another one, putting in my earphones while feeling people looking at me again, some with admiration and interest, while others can probably imagine.
Finally, I arrived at the university after two hours because the only routes that serve me always make more turns than they should. It was half past seven and the class schedule I chose started at eight, so I still had time to get a coffee and try to wake up once and for all.
Leaving the cafeteria with a plastic cup in hand, I began walking to my classroom while taking my coffee, finding myself with my two friends from the first quarter of the career. José and Jessica were sitting next to other students from the class, waiting on the floor until eight when the class would start, when they saw me, both did a side to give me space, so I could easily climb up the wall.
What have you slept? - Jessica asked, stopping on the floor to sit next to me on the wall, needing to jump to achieve it.
The necessary amount not to faint from sleep- I replied, smiling, taking another sip of my coffee and rubbing my eyes as they began to bother me - Are dark circles under my eyes very obvious?
They're the first thing you notice - José said, still sitting on the floor, so I easily gave him a small kick with my leg on his side. Jessica and I laughed at José's reaction of pain, since he has always been a small weak spot for us.
We started talking to pass the time, looking at our cell phones from time to time to check the WhatsApp group with our professor and see if he had arrived or not.
I looked to my left to see Jessica a bit, she is 24 years old and measures 1.67 meters tall, has black hair that always collects in a ponytail and dark brown eyes. Like my sister, she is much more athletic than me, as she practices sports in her free time, which gave her a very attractive body that combines with her wide hips, but her breasts are the same size as mine.
I looked to my right to also see José, he is 23 years old and measures 1.75 meters tall, has short black hair with a small gradient on the sides and dark brown eyes so dark they seem black. Like me, he doesn't like exercising, but he does everything possible not to eat much and gain weight, and to stay thin.
Did you do the semiotics assignment? - José asked while entering the virtual classroom and showing us his uploaded task, which Jessica and I nodded at the same time - And did you study for the partial?
I did.
I didn't, I don't have a head for studying right now, I'll try to see some other videos to understand the topics- I said while rubbing my eyes again. really were bothering because of lack of sleep at that moment.
- Sure? We can help you study, we still have a week.
-Si, don't worry about it.
While we were talking, the professor arrived, who gave his class as usual, but I didn't pay much attention since I was using the classroom computer to advance with another of my tasks.
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The week passed and I took the exam, I felt terrible while doing it, I couldn't concentrate because my eyes started burning from looking at the screen for too long, but honestly, being able to concentrate wouldn't have helped much, I wasn't even able to recognize any of the answers as correct in all the questions, so I ended up marking what came to mind.
A few days later, Jessica told José and me that the cut-off grade was already set, showing us that, in her case, it had gone pretty well. In José's case, his grade was basic but didn't affect him much since he did much better in the first cut.
In my case, I had just enough to pass, and if I calculated with the grade of the first cut and the second, I would be behind, of the three, I was the worst one going in semiotics, and not only in semiotics, but almost all other modules.
- What will you do now? - Jessica asked me, looking at me from above since this time I decided to sit on the floor to try to reflect.
-I don't know, I've done everything, but it hasn't served for anything, neither the tasks nor the partials, my only salvation is that I go perfect in the last cut and the finals add up the accumulated.
-That's going to be difficult- José said, appearing with a ice cream scoop in his hand, earning a look of anger from me for telling me something I didn't want to hear.
I knew what he was saying was difficult, much more because I hadn't been paying attention to most of the classes, I get distracted very quickly and I love reading, so when one class gets really boring I open one of the many reading apps I have, completely leaving class.
-But... You can do it, you just need someone to help you.
-I don't want to bother them kids, the teachers already told us what we'll be doing for finals and I'd rather they focus on their homework.
-I wasn't referring to Jessica or me, I'm referring to my brother. He studied Graphic Design like us, I talked to him about how you've been doing in the semester and he himself offered to help you.
-Do you mean it? -Jessica asked for me, since I was still processing José's words.
-Yes, he said he won't do it for free because he'll be giving his time to help you study and come up with or draw some other design you might need.
-Why? I don't even know him.
-He told me that too, that he also had a bad time in University and as my friend wants to help you.
-I was staring at José for a long time because I couldn't understand why someone would offer to help a stranger like that. The doubts continued to accumulate in my mind while I looked at José, the only words I managed to form were- Is it good?
-Well, he graduated without many problems, I think it is, sometimes he helps me with finals... If you don't want to, I'll tell him.
-No no no, tell him yes, please, I'll pay.
-My friends laughed a little at me, making me laugh as I realized how desperate I was. I asked how much he would charge for helping me and luckily it wasn't much money, I had enough saved up not to have to tell my parents.
-How old is your brother?
-Thirty-one, but he looks a bit older in the face.
-Is he handsome? -Jessica asked, jumping off the wall as our teacher was approaching.
-I don't know, he has a girlfriend, so get it out of your head because he won't pay attention to you.
-I entered the classroom first. ignoring Jessica and José, who were fighting behind me, thinking about all the help I would need from José's brother, so when we sat down I asked for his number and name.
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I was talking to José's brother during the week, explaining my situation, the classes I was teaching, and showed him my partials. Ivan told me that they were good works, but he could understand why I was doing so badly by analyzing what they asked of me and what I delivered, making me feel a little bad until he promised to help me.
Before talking to him, José explained that his brother was something dry and cutting, had been since he could remember, and shouldn't think that he had a problem with me or anything like that. And being sincere, if I noticed anything of that while talking to Ivan, but the more we talked, his attitude towards me changed so much that we started making jokes between us.
When the weekend arrived, I began preparing myself to go to Ivan's apartment, a little makeup with Michelle's help since I'm not very good at it and she has a lot more experience. I wanted specifically to hide my dark circles to give a better impression. My sister applied a light base to equalize the tone of my skin and covered my dark circles, used mascara on my eyelashes, opening my eyes a bit and put some blush on my cheeks, finishing by putting on transparent lip gloss.
-Thanks Michelle-
I looked in the mirror to see how I looked with makeup and my clothes, and honestly, I liked it. I decided to wear a loose black blouse and a light clear ripped jeans.
-No problem. But you promised you'd tell me why you wanted me to get dressed up.
-Vale... But don't tell mom- I looked at my sister a little blushed, since I didn't want to admit that I would see someone for help with my grades and the fact that I would be meeting a man. I talked to her and I explained my situation to her about how my grades haven't been the best lately, that if I didn't do something I would end up losing the quarter, which made her look at me a little worried until I talked about Ivan and how much we had talked during the week, to which Michelle showed a mischievous smile.
-So you're going to see a man... alone... in his house-
She said while lowering her voice with each pause she made to avoid mom from hearing.
-Not because of that!
-Si si, what you say-
The tone of mockery and distrust from Michelle and her expression of disapproval made me look at her with something of anger, which is why I decided to change my attitude -Okay, I'm done.
-Thanks.
-But you have to admit it sounds very suggestive.
-I know that's why I'll tell mom I'm going to Ana's house, my friend from school. She already knows and said she'll help me deceive her.
-Deceive mom so you can see a man...
-Michelle!
My sister couldn't help but laugh at my reaction, infecting me with her laughter. I grabbed her arm and pulled her onto my bed to make her stop laughing and commenting on my encounter with Ivan.
-It's just to help me with my grades.
-I know, but you have to admit it doesn't sound like they're going to meet up for anything other than sex.
-I barely know him.
-Exactly! -Michelle opened her eyes so wide when she said that it seemed like they were about to fall out of their sockets- What if he wants to take advantage of you?
-He's the brother of a friend from university, and I trust him.
-That's okay, but you don't know if what your friend told you about his brother is completely true, maybe Ivan is a degenerate who keeps his true intentions hidden until his victim presents herself weak in front of him.
-I've talked to him and he's a good guy.
-Ted Bundy was a good guy in the eyes of many women but ended up being a very bad head killer.
Michelle and I looked at each other for a while without saying anything, my expression... face showing how surprised she was at his words, while she showed that she was sure of what she said. I ended up reaching an agreement with her, promising to send messages explaining everything that happened while I was with Ivan and that I had to leave running if something strange happened, no matter what.
I talked to my mom, telling her that I would be going to Ana's house to talk and spend most of the day with her. Her face lit up when she heard her name, as it had been a while since she'd heard from my friend; she asked me to greet her. I left our apartment and headed for the door of the building where a taxi was waiting for me, the driver looked at me while I approached.
- Natalia?
-Si, sir.
The driver adjusted the front seat as much as he could for me, but it didn't do much good, so I was uncomfortable for the whole trip. I spent the whole time talking to Ana, who had the same concerns as my sister, saying that I should be very careful and keep an eye out if Ivan got weird at any moment.
I arrived at Ivan's apartment, sending him a message to open the door while I was still climbing up, imagining what the person I'd been talking to all week would look like since he didn't have a photo on his profile and José didn't have a photo of his brother. When I got to the floor, I went straight to the door and gave a small knock, sending another message to Ivan so he'd know I was at the door, but just like with the first message, he didn't read it.
I waited for a few minutes, asking José if he knew why his brother wasn't responding, but his only response was Ivan is like that, give him a moment. More time passed and I wrote to my sister, telling her I was still waiting for Ivan, so Michelle told me to just call him.
I followed her recommendation, brought my phone up to my ear and waited a moment, but the call went to voicemail. Something sad, I started walking towards the elevator, writing a message to Ivan to explain that we would see each other another day, but at the moment of pressing send, José's notification arrived telling me not to go.
-It'll open soon.
I turned around after finishing reading José's message, seeing the apartment door opening slowly with a small yawn.
-I'm sorry Natalia, I fell asleep.
The door finished opening and finally I could see the face of the person I had been talking to for a complete week, the person Michelle and Ana were so worried about being a crazy guy who wanted to take advantage of me. I lowered my head to be able to look Ivan in the eye, since compared to me he was much shorter, perhaps twenty or thirty centimeters less, almost reaching my neck.
-It's nice to meet you Natalia, I'm Ivan.
Ivan showed a wide smile while extending his arm to shake hands with me, but my eyes were completely focused on his face. Just like José said, his brother looked a bit older than thirty-one, I could say he was 35 or 37 and believe it.
Black long hair that reached the nape of his neck, dark brown eyes like his brother's, wearing oval glasses, a small concave nose and slightly fuller lips than mine. His hair connected to a well-groomed small beard, which clashed greatly with the state of his hair. He was wearing a green V-neck t-shirt and a dark blue jeans, which clung to his body, leaving me to see broad shoulders and a toned abdomen.Yes, I know there's nothing inherently sexual in this first part, but it's because I want to give more importance to the storytelling instead of just sex everywhere like I did in Shared House and Japanese Lover.
Well, the next story won't be the second part, but one of the fantastical stories I have in mind. As I said, I'll take out the first parts of each history and then continue taking out the parts of each one in the order I want.
Bye!
- Natalia, don't even think about going back to sleep! - My mother yelled from afar, surely she heard the commotion caused by my phone and noticing that it ended so quickly, knew I was already awake - Get out of your room or I'll kick down the door!
- Fine! - I replied with a shout, sitting up in bed quickly since I know my mom and her threats have weight.
I took my phone to see the time, letting out a long sigh of exhaustion when I saw it was 5 am. I got out of bed, taking my towel with me, and walked to the bathroom, opening the door to my room and tilting my head slightly so as not to hit my forehead on the frame.
I walked into the living room with the towel in hand, sticking my head out to greet my mom and let her know I was already up. I went back to my room, not before opening my sister's door, finding her in the middle of changing, wearing only underwear.
- What? - She asked while searching for something in her dresser.
- Give me back my hairbrush - I replied at the same time as I extended my arm, and she simply opened one of the drawers on her nightstand, grabbing what I had asked for and putting it in my hands - When are you going to learn to give me back my things after using them?
My sister just rolled her eyes, closing the door in my face, so I walked towards the bathroom in my room. I entered stretching to finish getting rid of the sleep, yawning a bit as I took off my pajamas, a simple blue loose shirt that I stole from my taller cousin a long time ago, which reached down to my pubic area.
Al quitting me la camisa I could look at my naked body in front of the bathroom mirror above the sink, my head was protruding from the frame of the mirror, so I could only see from my neck to just above my knees.
As you've read, my name is Natalia, I'm 23 years old and I'm 1.95 meters tall, I have long hair that reaches halfway down my back, it's been dyed in large part, but with roots in my natural black color, I have light brown eyes, a small pointed nose and not very plump lips.
My figure is thick, but not in a bad sense, because although I don't have a flat stomach, it's not very prominent either, all because my body has a high metabolism that has helped me not to need much exercise, unfortunately, all the food went straight to my hips, my butt and my thighs, leaving my breasts like timid mountains that barely rise from my chest, the only notable thing about my breasts is the small mole near my right nipple.
I bent down enough to center my head in the mirror, getting a little closer to look at my dark circles under my eyes, which started appearing when I decided to stay up late at night to try to do all my career tasks and recover some failed notes.
I entered the shower and let the water fall on me, flowing over my entire body as I washed my hair, which had been long enough without cutting it, but I didn't have many reasons to see myself again with hair down to my shoulders. Slowly, my fingers made their way to my waist, specifically my pubic area, where I felt the public hair on my mount of Venus, something that I let grow because I hadn't had the need to shave it. My fingers went a little lower and started touching my swollen labia.
I let out a long sigh as I rinsed all the soap and shampoo out of my hair, closing the tap when I felt my body was clean, opening the door of the shower and took two towels to dry myself off.
I finished drying my body after a few minutes, so I took my hairbrush and started brushing my hair to try to dry the ends of my hair. When I finished with that, I went to my closet to look for something to wear, grabbing some tennis shoes, green cargo pants, a white shirt with a pink design, and a blue hoodie with a hood.
I left my room and walked to the dining room, where my mom and sister were having breakfast, Mom pointed to a plate next to her, so I sat down and started eating.
My family only consists of four people: my dad, who is almost never present due to his work, my mom, who works with a polygraph and has an irregular schedule, my younger sister, who is a student in her last year of high school, and me, the oldest daughter.
My height comes from my mom, as her side of the family has always had tall descendants, in her generation, only my uncles inherited this trait, while in mine, three of us have.
My mom's name is Amy, she's a woman in her forties, just shy of 50, and even at her age, I can say that she's a beautiful woman, something my dad has always emphasized as one of the reasons he married her, the other being that my mother, since adolescence, measures 155 cm and according to his words, has always had a preference for short women.
My sister's name is Michelle, she's 17 years old and measures 168 cm, and is the shortest in our generation. She has wavy brown hair that reaches her shoulders and light brown eyes. Unlike me, she has a much more toned and firm body, accompanied by a much more prominent chest and narrower hips, preferring to go to the gym paid for by my dad to avoid losing her figure, while I'm very loose and can't do exercise.
I finished breakfast and got up to leave, not without saying giving my mom a kiss on the cheek along with Michelle, saying goodbye while opening the door to our apartment and going down the stairs. We live in an apartment complex a little outside the city, so my sister and I always have to take the bus or public transportation if we want to go anywhere.
I looked aside when I felt murmurs near me, noticing that two men were looking at Michelle and me, remarking on my butt and my sister's guitar-shaped body, until I could hear them saying that if she weren't so chubby and had a better figure like the one next to her with her tits, they would easily give it to us between the two.
I'm used to gazes and some words about my body, both sexually and physically, such as whether I have good buttocks, whether they want to squeeze them, whether they want to have me as a dog, whether I should lose weight, whether I would look better if I lost weight, etc. It doesn't affect me that much, but I always ignore it, except for when they say something about my hips, which leaves me very disoriented thinking about what they're saying.
Idiots, Michelle said, raising her voice enough so the two of them could hear her, and although one took it as a joke, the other seemed to be affected by his ego because he began walking towards her with the clear intention of confronting her.
What are you going to do? I asked while standing up, straightening my back to show how tall I was compared to him, staying just below his shoulders - If you dare to do anything to my sister, I'll break your face.
The man just kept looking at me, since he was a scrawny guy who barely had any muscle, and although I understood that I could easily overpower him in strength due to the difference in our physiques, the pain of feeling his ego get destroyed if he let himself be bossed around by a woman. pushed him to at least tell me something.
The other man put himself between us and started pulling his friend away, looking at me for a moment to apologize before he finally managed to convince the idiot that it was a bad idea, so they both eventually left.
I let out a long sigh, looking sideways at Michelle who wasn't taking her eyes off the two men as they left, so I sat down beside her and hugged her.
-Thanks- I put my arm around her waist to bring her closer to me, letting her rest her head on my shoulder -But you're too impulsive. If I hadn't been here, what would you have done?
-I don't know, I'll think about it later when things settle down, but I can't take it when they start talking about us like we only serve the bed... Especially with you.
I hugged her tighter, our relationship wasn't like sisters who treat each other like trash or others where they're inseparable, we both love each other and at the same time can't stand the other, but if someone speaks ill of one, it's up to the other.
After a few minutes waiting, the public transportation that served us both finally came by, so we got on and paid our fares. We sat down together and Michelle rested her head back on my shoulder while I closed my eyes to try to sleep a little more.
As I fell asleep, I started thinking about the words those men said about me, which made me feel a bit uncomfortable, not because of their words themselves, but because I couldn't help but think about what they would do to me. I'm not a preteen or a pervert, but my head likes to play with me and forces me to imagine things that really make me uncomfortable against my will.
I like porn and have seen enough to know a lot about sex, so many videos, erotic stories, movies, and books, but even with all the information I have, I've never felt attracted to a penis. Not the thick ones, not the thin ones, not even the meaty or bloody ones, nothing, the A simple image of just one person makes all the warmth I had until that moment disappear, but it's not because she is lesbian, since I can see the naked body of a woman and don't feel anything, while if I see a man in underwear, I feel like my heart starts to beat.
My mind kept wandering at the same time as I managed to fall asleep, destroying the image of those two men and changing it for the type of man that always found me more attractive, someone almost my own height, with broad shoulders, marked back, marked pectorals and abdominals.
I know I'm asking a lot, but is it worth dreaming? No can do anything if that's specifically the type of man who has always managed to excite me. At the moment of my dream when both began to approach me to touch me, I felt someone touching my shoulder and moving me, waking me up to let me know we had arrived at the station.
I got off the bus yawning, Michelle had gotten off a long time before since her school doesn't take as long to get to our apartment, so I walked on my own to another one, putting in my earphones while feeling people looking at me again, some with admiration and interest, while others can probably imagine.
Finally, I arrived at the university after two hours because the only routes that serve me always make more turns than they should. It was half past seven and the class schedule I chose started at eight, so I still had time to get a coffee and try to wake up once and for all.
Leaving the cafeteria with a plastic cup in hand, I began walking to my classroom while taking my coffee, finding myself with my two friends from the first quarter of the career. José and Jessica were sitting next to other students from the class, waiting on the floor until eight when the class would start, when they saw me, both did a side to give me space, so I could easily climb up the wall.
What have you slept? - Jessica asked, stopping on the floor to sit next to me on the wall, needing to jump to achieve it.
The necessary amount not to faint from sleep- I replied, smiling, taking another sip of my coffee and rubbing my eyes as they began to bother me - Are dark circles under my eyes very obvious?
They're the first thing you notice - José said, still sitting on the floor, so I easily gave him a small kick with my leg on his side. Jessica and I laughed at José's reaction of pain, since he has always been a small weak spot for us.
We started talking to pass the time, looking at our cell phones from time to time to check the WhatsApp group with our professor and see if he had arrived or not.
I looked to my left to see Jessica a bit, she is 24 years old and measures 1.67 meters tall, has black hair that always collects in a ponytail and dark brown eyes. Like my sister, she is much more athletic than me, as she practices sports in her free time, which gave her a very attractive body that combines with her wide hips, but her breasts are the same size as mine.
I looked to my right to also see José, he is 23 years old and measures 1.75 meters tall, has short black hair with a small gradient on the sides and dark brown eyes so dark they seem black. Like me, he doesn't like exercising, but he does everything possible not to eat much and gain weight, and to stay thin.
Did you do the semiotics assignment? - José asked while entering the virtual classroom and showing us his uploaded task, which Jessica and I nodded at the same time - And did you study for the partial?
I did.
I didn't, I don't have a head for studying right now, I'll try to see some other videos to understand the topics- I said while rubbing my eyes again. really were bothering because of lack of sleep at that moment.
- Sure? We can help you study, we still have a week.
-Si, don't worry about it.
While we were talking, the professor arrived, who gave his class as usual, but I didn't pay much attention since I was using the classroom computer to advance with another of my tasks.
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The week passed and I took the exam, I felt terrible while doing it, I couldn't concentrate because my eyes started burning from looking at the screen for too long, but honestly, being able to concentrate wouldn't have helped much, I wasn't even able to recognize any of the answers as correct in all the questions, so I ended up marking what came to mind.
A few days later, Jessica told José and me that the cut-off grade was already set, showing us that, in her case, it had gone pretty well. In José's case, his grade was basic but didn't affect him much since he did much better in the first cut.
In my case, I had just enough to pass, and if I calculated with the grade of the first cut and the second, I would be behind, of the three, I was the worst one going in semiotics, and not only in semiotics, but almost all other modules.
- What will you do now? - Jessica asked me, looking at me from above since this time I decided to sit on the floor to try to reflect.
-I don't know, I've done everything, but it hasn't served for anything, neither the tasks nor the partials, my only salvation is that I go perfect in the last cut and the finals add up the accumulated.
-That's going to be difficult- José said, appearing with a ice cream scoop in his hand, earning a look of anger from me for telling me something I didn't want to hear.
I knew what he was saying was difficult, much more because I hadn't been paying attention to most of the classes, I get distracted very quickly and I love reading, so when one class gets really boring I open one of the many reading apps I have, completely leaving class.
-But... You can do it, you just need someone to help you.
-I don't want to bother them kids, the teachers already told us what we'll be doing for finals and I'd rather they focus on their homework.
-I wasn't referring to Jessica or me, I'm referring to my brother. He studied Graphic Design like us, I talked to him about how you've been doing in the semester and he himself offered to help you.
-Do you mean it? -Jessica asked for me, since I was still processing José's words.
-Yes, he said he won't do it for free because he'll be giving his time to help you study and come up with or draw some other design you might need.
-Why? I don't even know him.
-He told me that too, that he also had a bad time in University and as my friend wants to help you.
-I was staring at José for a long time because I couldn't understand why someone would offer to help a stranger like that. The doubts continued to accumulate in my mind while I looked at José, the only words I managed to form were- Is it good?
-Well, he graduated without many problems, I think it is, sometimes he helps me with finals... If you don't want to, I'll tell him.
-No no no, tell him yes, please, I'll pay.
-My friends laughed a little at me, making me laugh as I realized how desperate I was. I asked how much he would charge for helping me and luckily it wasn't much money, I had enough saved up not to have to tell my parents.
-How old is your brother?
-Thirty-one, but he looks a bit older in the face.
-Is he handsome? -Jessica asked, jumping off the wall as our teacher was approaching.
-I don't know, he has a girlfriend, so get it out of your head because he won't pay attention to you.
-I entered the classroom first. ignoring Jessica and José, who were fighting behind me, thinking about all the help I would need from José's brother, so when we sat down I asked for his number and name.
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I was talking to José's brother during the week, explaining my situation, the classes I was teaching, and showed him my partials. Ivan told me that they were good works, but he could understand why I was doing so badly by analyzing what they asked of me and what I delivered, making me feel a little bad until he promised to help me.
Before talking to him, José explained that his brother was something dry and cutting, had been since he could remember, and shouldn't think that he had a problem with me or anything like that. And being sincere, if I noticed anything of that while talking to Ivan, but the more we talked, his attitude towards me changed so much that we started making jokes between us.
When the weekend arrived, I began preparing myself to go to Ivan's apartment, a little makeup with Michelle's help since I'm not very good at it and she has a lot more experience. I wanted specifically to hide my dark circles to give a better impression. My sister applied a light base to equalize the tone of my skin and covered my dark circles, used mascara on my eyelashes, opening my eyes a bit and put some blush on my cheeks, finishing by putting on transparent lip gloss.
-Thanks Michelle-
I looked in the mirror to see how I looked with makeup and my clothes, and honestly, I liked it. I decided to wear a loose black blouse and a light clear ripped jeans.
-No problem. But you promised you'd tell me why you wanted me to get dressed up.
-Vale... But don't tell mom- I looked at my sister a little blushed, since I didn't want to admit that I would see someone for help with my grades and the fact that I would be meeting a man. I talked to her and I explained my situation to her about how my grades haven't been the best lately, that if I didn't do something I would end up losing the quarter, which made her look at me a little worried until I talked about Ivan and how much we had talked during the week, to which Michelle showed a mischievous smile.
-So you're going to see a man... alone... in his house-
She said while lowering her voice with each pause she made to avoid mom from hearing.
-Not because of that!
-Si si, what you say-
The tone of mockery and distrust from Michelle and her expression of disapproval made me look at her with something of anger, which is why I decided to change my attitude -Okay, I'm done.
-Thanks.
-But you have to admit it sounds very suggestive.
-I know that's why I'll tell mom I'm going to Ana's house, my friend from school. She already knows and said she'll help me deceive her.
-Deceive mom so you can see a man...
-Michelle!
My sister couldn't help but laugh at my reaction, infecting me with her laughter. I grabbed her arm and pulled her onto my bed to make her stop laughing and commenting on my encounter with Ivan.
-It's just to help me with my grades.
-I know, but you have to admit it doesn't sound like they're going to meet up for anything other than sex.
-I barely know him.
-Exactly! -Michelle opened her eyes so wide when she said that it seemed like they were about to fall out of their sockets- What if he wants to take advantage of you?
-He's the brother of a friend from university, and I trust him.
-That's okay, but you don't know if what your friend told you about his brother is completely true, maybe Ivan is a degenerate who keeps his true intentions hidden until his victim presents herself weak in front of him.
-I've talked to him and he's a good guy.
-Ted Bundy was a good guy in the eyes of many women but ended up being a very bad head killer.
Michelle and I looked at each other for a while without saying anything, my expression... face showing how surprised she was at his words, while she showed that she was sure of what she said. I ended up reaching an agreement with her, promising to send messages explaining everything that happened while I was with Ivan and that I had to leave running if something strange happened, no matter what.
I talked to my mom, telling her that I would be going to Ana's house to talk and spend most of the day with her. Her face lit up when she heard her name, as it had been a while since she'd heard from my friend; she asked me to greet her. I left our apartment and headed for the door of the building where a taxi was waiting for me, the driver looked at me while I approached.
- Natalia?
-Si, sir.
The driver adjusted the front seat as much as he could for me, but it didn't do much good, so I was uncomfortable for the whole trip. I spent the whole time talking to Ana, who had the same concerns as my sister, saying that I should be very careful and keep an eye out if Ivan got weird at any moment.
I arrived at Ivan's apartment, sending him a message to open the door while I was still climbing up, imagining what the person I'd been talking to all week would look like since he didn't have a photo on his profile and José didn't have a photo of his brother. When I got to the floor, I went straight to the door and gave a small knock, sending another message to Ivan so he'd know I was at the door, but just like with the first message, he didn't read it.
I waited for a few minutes, asking José if he knew why his brother wasn't responding, but his only response was Ivan is like that, give him a moment. More time passed and I wrote to my sister, telling her I was still waiting for Ivan, so Michelle told me to just call him.
I followed her recommendation, brought my phone up to my ear and waited a moment, but the call went to voicemail. Something sad, I started walking towards the elevator, writing a message to Ivan to explain that we would see each other another day, but at the moment of pressing send, José's notification arrived telling me not to go.
-It'll open soon.
I turned around after finishing reading José's message, seeing the apartment door opening slowly with a small yawn.
-I'm sorry Natalia, I fell asleep.
The door finished opening and finally I could see the face of the person I had been talking to for a complete week, the person Michelle and Ana were so worried about being a crazy guy who wanted to take advantage of me. I lowered my head to be able to look Ivan in the eye, since compared to me he was much shorter, perhaps twenty or thirty centimeters less, almost reaching my neck.
-It's nice to meet you Natalia, I'm Ivan.
Ivan showed a wide smile while extending his arm to shake hands with me, but my eyes were completely focused on his face. Just like José said, his brother looked a bit older than thirty-one, I could say he was 35 or 37 and believe it.
Black long hair that reached the nape of his neck, dark brown eyes like his brother's, wearing oval glasses, a small concave nose and slightly fuller lips than mine. His hair connected to a well-groomed small beard, which clashed greatly with the state of his hair. He was wearing a green V-neck t-shirt and a dark blue jeans, which clung to his body, leaving me to see broad shoulders and a toned abdomen.Yes, I know there's nothing inherently sexual in this first part, but it's because I want to give more importance to the storytelling instead of just sex everywhere like I did in Shared House and Japanese Lover.
Well, the next story won't be the second part, but one of the fantastical stories I have in mind. As I said, I'll take out the first parts of each history and then continue taking out the parts of each one in the order I want.
Bye!
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