He seemed so cool and debonair when I laid my eyes on him. He was sitting at his desk, diligently doing his work and trying arduously not to look in my direction. Maybe it was a sign that I was not to be looking or even thinking of having a chance with him, but something deep within me couldn’t resist. The joy of the hunt, that’s what it could have been. I could feel my body rise to the challenge, it felt like I was doing everything in my power to catch his glance, only with no avail. There, it was quick and direct! Though it seemed like forever, it only lasted no more than three seconds, but we saw each other. We looked right into each others’ eyes, yet, it seemed I was out of my league and he wanted nothing do with my kudos of him. The hunt had begun.
For a full three hours he blessed me with his presence, but he also blessed the rest of the class. I was not alone with him no matter how much I wished I was. There in my seat I would sit and fantasize about the sweet moment when I caught him. Thinking of all the things I would do to him when I met him. Oh, how badly I wished we were alone together. At this point he was still eluding my gaze. But by this time I just craved the feel of his hand at my back, encircling my waist with its strength. I had craved touching his strong shoulders. I needed to feel him. He was the center of my concentration, and he was weakening my defenses. The time had come for me to apprehend my victim.
By the end of the session, the anger rose within me, he had yet to pay me any mind. The move was mine, it had to be quick and clever. It was the only chance I had, only one. I had to get him to speak, I had a desperate need to hear his voice. The voice I knew would match so well with his face. He had a sweet and innocent looking face which was not properly suited to match the emotion of anger. Finally we were almost alone, but my friend would not leave, she could not leave. But still despite this, I decided it was time to make the first of many moves. If I blew this, I would have absolutely no chance. He glided over to me with the grace of a gazelle, but the fear of a new born kitten. Something in me, at that moment tightened, yet I felt relief because I knew then that he was shy. With confidence regained, I was moving in for the take over.
The conversation was short and sweet. Forgetting it would be hard to do. The question of whether or not he was too young to be in the army. But little did I know that he wasn’t in the army, just training for it. He was preparing himself for the government. Now I could see him fully in his cute little camouflage uniform. He had the pleasant voice which was easy to listen to. He had a certain air to him, his innocent face, his pleasant voice. But his body, his body was extraordinary, though it was not lavished with muscles. His arms and legs were powerful. His back was mighty. His body was large and athletic, the kind of body I would enjoy hugging and touching and exploring. I think I pulled that off quite nicely.