Her name was Hooru; certified dork and sweaty little airhead. She's the average poorly groomed and socially awkward type who'd spend way more time watching anime than studying.
When I first met her, I thought she was a frumpy social wreck of her own pedigree. It makes it hard to talk to her, especially during class. That being said, Hooru's boobs were big enough to qualify her as a MILF, so, uh, I don't mind at least TRYING to conversate with her. She has a really quiet voice and wears baggy clothes all the time—I've figured she wants to hide her "assets" away. Body aside, her glasses and bangs give her a sort of nerdy, bookworm vibe. I feel like she tries to fit in, but often fails miserably at it.
Yeah, to be honest, I don't know what compelled me to start fooling around with this numbskull, but she was a refreshing change of pace from my usual gaggle of hotties. Sure, they might be a nerd and a slacker, but that just makes her easier to get along with for me. Plus, she's easy on the eyes in a exotic way…and she smells nice too, for whatever that's worth.
It started out as a simple "joke": I'd pretend to flirt with her during lunch break to see how far things could go before she got tongue-tied or embarrassed herself. I never went beyond that for the first couple of days, though I think I'm ready to take things further now that we've been hanging for a few weeks. Hooru's still shy about guys, but seems eager to try anything at least once. Maybe I'll do that later today after school…
The bell rang early that afternoon, signaling the end of our classes for the week. After that, I headed back home with Hooru under my arm. She was nervous, and I didn't blame her. She's never been to a man's place before, let alone stayed over for the night…and she's never had sex, either. It was all going to be blisteringly new to her. But no worries—I knew how to make lovesick dorks feel special.