Holly is beautiful. Short blonde hair. Green eyes. Slim body. But she doesnt flaunt her beauty. She is shy. An introvert. Modest. Unassuming. She hides her assets. Always alone. She doesnt flock with friends. Quiet. Plainly dressed. She reminds me of myself.

She wears loose baggy clothing. Her tops always cover her butt. But I know she has boyish hips. A tight round ass. Firm grapefruit sized boobies. Ive been watching her. She sits in the next row. Virtually motionless. Like a statue. Never attracting unwanted attention. Except me. But Im not sure Im unwanted.

She approached me last week. Introduced herself. Then politely asked about my notes. I followed her to the copier. She was very nervous. I wanted to calm her. But I couldnt make myself move.

Today I watched from afar. She was sitting under the trees. Studying. Eating lunch. A stacked hotdog. She seemed famished. The way she attacked it. Then savored it. So sensuous. She made me hungry.