THE BAD BOY OF MY COLLEGE(1)

There he goes! The most handsome guy in our college. A biker, a bass guitarist and a surfer; an all-in-one, whose presence thrills all the girls in our class. I was standing next to the wall of Zoology study room and staring at him like an idiot. He has cropped dark brown hair, straight nose and kind of curved eyebrows. His coral lips were full and tightly compressed as if he is dissatisfied with something. He is dressed like the biker he is—a black jacket with studs, a black t-shirt with a wide neck and black jeans, fitting so snugly to his hot ass. God, what an ass he has! And what a body! He has the body of Hercules, but I cannot touch it because I know that he is not for me. After all, I am a straight A-student, and he’s an idler and a loafer. And besides, he is also a bully! We are not the right match; we are like ice and fire. Moreover, he treats all the girls as if they owe him something. I am aware that I owe him nothing. Maybe he secretly dreams that I would give him a blowjob