He thought it was bad before, but then she had slowly bent over to get something low and he watched as the hem line of the dress crept up higher and higher. Some part of him wondered if she might stop, realizing what she was doing, realizing that she was teasing him like this. His face was bright red by the time the bottom of her firm ass cheeks came into view. a lacey black thong peaked out at him. He was shaking, took a step backwards so that the shelves supported him. His throat was dry, he tried to swallow to wet it, the muscles trying to push something down that wasn't there. Then she stood and turned, he could almost see her nipple...almost. She appoloized? Why? Modesty? Surely not, no one modest leaves the house with no bra and breasts her size. He moved past him in a hurry and he wondered where she was heading.<br/><br/>He was rooted to the spot momentarily, unable to move or even breath it seemed. Finally he shook himself out of it, deciding he didn't care about the book anymore. He was going to ask her out, at the very least. He struggled and made his feet move, "Excuse me..." he said to the air, following her. At first he turned to the left, but there was no one. He spun around and watched her moving toward the waif. He felt dizzy,<em>Oh this can't be happening, I must be alseep.</em>He took three long steps intent on asking the brunette out...or the redhead...he wasn't even sure anymore. When he got close he smelled the flowers again, but also vanilla, which might have been the redhead's perfume or might have been something she spilled on herself, either way it made the whole thing that much more erotic.<br/><br/>He heard the brunette say, "Uh-I'm looking for the poetry section?" He spotted the book in the redhead's hand. He had heard it was on a list of required readings, which was why he had been all over town looking for it. Right then he was torn, he desperately wanted to ask one of the out, he just couldn't decide which. He needed that book but it was so far from his conscious mind that he was unable to even think about the cover much less buying it. He moved up closer, clearing his throat, "I'm Kleavin," he put his hand out, but realized it was wierd and awkward so he pulle it back, "Three things before my tongue no longer cooperates. One, I need that book before you sell it to a freshman. Two I've never seen anything so beautiful as either of you. Three I want to ask you out, I just cannot make up my mind which. Are either of you fre tomorrow. Of course not, you probably both have boyfriends, the hot girls always have boyfriend. Sometimes girlfriends..." His brain once again decided to birdwalk down fanasy lane. This time He saw them kissing each other, it was a hungry kiss, their soft femanine lips touching, pressing, needing. Their hands sliding down each other, making contact with smooth soft skin. He bit his own lip so as not to drewl on himself. His tongue began to fail him and he could only manage a mumble, "I think I'll just take my foot out of my mouth and ask to buy the book."<br/><br/><em>Why are you such a fuck up? If you had just picked one you might have gotten lucky. You would have have a 50/50 shot at her not having a boyfriend, but being so stupid as to try and ask them both out. What are you a moron? No your thinking with your dick again.</em><br/><br/>"Sorry I should have stopped at freshman...'<em>Please just let me get out of here before I manage to destroy the last shred of dignaty I possess...</em>