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James had always been extremely awkward in social situations. Being painfully shy, he struggled to keep conversations going with anyone. At the age of eighteen, he was in his final year of sixth form (further education in England) and he knew that in a few months he would be venturing out into the big, scary world of university life. He was quite average in most aspects of his life. He wasn’t too tall or too short and not too overweight, but not exactly the poster boy for physical health. He had dark, brown hair that he would usually just leave as it was, scruffy and a bit too long. He did not care too much about style and would just wear simple t-shirts and jeans in order to not stand out. He did have some good qualities in terms of his appearance. He had been told once or twice before that he had lovely blue eyes, but James assumed that they were joking. His smile was not too bad either, but at school he did not smile all that often. As far as he could remember, he had always been more of an outsider at school. He did have a few friends, but they were not very reliable. They would usually forget to invite him to meet ups and would often chose to hang out with other friends instead of him. James thought of himself as the “back-up” friend and would often spend most breaks between lessons, alone. In class, he could not get much conversation out of his peers. He was quite the worrier and would fear people’s reactions if he suddenly tried to join in with their discussions. He would worry that they might think it was strange if he suddenly tried to strike up a conversation with them. Even when he felt the nerve to talk, he could not think of anything to say. To make things worse, when people actually did speak to him, it came as such a shock that he would only manage to respond with one word answers or just nod awkwardly. Eventually they decided not to bother with him at all. James would sometimes go entire days without any social interaction at all. Now, even at the age of eighteen, he had never had a girlfriend; been on a date, kissed a girl, held hands with someone, well damn it, he had barely had a proper conversation with a girl. That escort avcılar did not stop him from having crushes though. He would be captivated with women from a distance, wishing that he could just romantically wisp them away. If only he had some sort of special look he could give a woman or a magical line that would win their heart in a matter of seconds. He had not yet grasped the truth that women were not these mystical creatures and that a decent conversation would just as suffice. It did not take much to win his affection. A girl literally had to just smile at him one time and after that he would be hooked and head over heels for them. But this is where our story begins. As we have established, James is a very insecure, shy lad who was just living his mundane life. This day seemed like it would be as normal as any other… The school bell rang to signify the end of the fifteen minute break and that lessons were once again ready to begin. James was already at the door to the classroom. He had spent the break just waiting outside it, having nothing better to do. He strolled into the room and took a seat near the front. A few moments later, groups of fellow students started to flood into the room. James watched them enter, chatting and laughing away. One of the people walking in had James’ full attention. Lucy. Lucy was a beautiful creature, one that had boys falling for her wherever she went. She had long, luscious, blonde hair that she would put up in a ponytail. It would flick side to side as she turned her head. She was quite athletic, being part of the cheerleading team, with nice toned legs that she loved to show off in her tight fitting shorts. The shorts left little to the imagination about the magnificent curves of her toned bottom. She had bright blue eyes that James could just get lost in as well as a pair of fantastic, pert breasts. They were not too small but not quite as large as her best friend Sarah, who was walking in beside her. Sarah was just as slim as Lucy, but with the exception of an amazing pair of large bouncy breasts. They were so big that it was very difficult to look anywhere escort bahçesehir else. She was just as beautiful as Lucy, with deep brown eyes and long hazelnut hair that she liked to keep flowing loosely behind her. As James watched them walk past, he could imagine what it would be like to have them waltz right up to him, pull the table out of the way and lean in close. He pictured having their soft lips kiss his as he caressed their flawless bodies, gripping lightly onto each breast through the thin fabric of their outfits. He imagined them slowly lifting off his shirt, having their gentle hands stroke his arms and chest, slowly making their way down to his jeans. He could see them unbuttoning his jeans, giving them enough room to venture inside, under the jeans, under his boxers, searching for an already rock hard cock. James snapped out of it. He realised that he indeed now had a bulge forming down below. He readjusted in his chair, trying to make sure no one could see it. He did so just in time as another one of his crushes sat down beside him. Having nowhere else to sit, Jennifer, a chatty, friendly girl, placed herself next to James. Her leg brushed up against his as she sat down. He struggled to compose himself. Jenifer had fire like red hair and an amazing smile. She had a few freckles that enhanced her cuteness even more. She was a lot easier to talk to than other girls and this was one of the main reasons that James had a crush on her. A few months back she had asked to borrow a pencil and James had actually managed to have a pretty decent conversation with her. But since that day he never really got the chance to talk again and his confidence plummeted back to normal. As she sat down, he knew he had to initiate some sort of conversation, but he just couldn’t break his nerves to do it. Fortunately, Jennifer was not so shy. “Hey James,” she said with a bright smile. James looked up at her and returned her gesture with his own awkward grin. “You had much luck with the essay yet?” she asked. AH! An easy question, now just say more than one word, James. “Uhh…. Yeah. I think I’m just about done,” he replied, beylikdüzü escort almost mumbling. He always seemed to come across as unsociable and miserable, but it wasn’t intentional. There was a second of silence. He knew he had to keep the conversation going somehow. Ask her how here essay is doing! Ask her how her essay is DOING! The moment passed. It was too late, he thought. “Well that’s great. I’m struggling a little bit with mine,” she responded, giving a comical, over exaggerated sad expression, before returning to her lovely smile. James tried to give an understanding nod in response. Offer to help! OFFER TO HELP! Jennifer then turned around to talk to someone on the other side of her and was soon deep in conversation. James felt terrible. He had screwed up once again. “SILENCE!” came a female voice from the door to the classroom. The class stopped talking immediately. Miss Marshal was at the door ready to teach. She was dressed in a tight, white, formal shirt and a black skirt. She had long black hair that was done up in a bun. She was quite a stern teacher and soon had the lesson underway. Later, the lesson was almost over and Miss Marshal was reeling off a list of names to partner people up. These teams of two would need to then prepare for a presentation for next week. “James and Kirsty,” she stated. James turned around. He could see Kirsty at the back of the room. She was busy texting on her phone, not really paying attention. She had short brown hair and greenish eyes. The school bell went off and everyone started to leave. James hurriedly grabbed his stuff and tried to catch Kirsty, who was already halfway down the corridor. “K…Kirsty,” he called out, nervously. She did not hear him. He hurried after her and when he was close enough, tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around with a look of disinterest. “Yeah?” she asked bluntly. “I.. I was thinking, you know, since we are doing that presentation thing…uhh… together. We should met up to work on it, maybe my place…. Or yours? Not that I’m inviting myself over. I just think we should go somewhere to work on it, if that…. If that is ok with …. With you?” He stuttered out, talking too fast to pause for breath. Kirsty just rolled her eyes and sighed. “Can’t we just sort it all out on MyTwitterBook?” she asked. James just nodded and she walked away, leaving James alone in the corridor. “Smooth,” a soft female voice called out, giggling.