Seducing The Introvert: The Study Sessions

Seducing The Introvert: The Study Sessions

The library may have been quiet, but my thoughts never were. I went there more to disappear than to study; I was looking for a distraction from all the boring, relentless studying. I wasn’t planning on seducing an introvert, I didn’t actually expect to find anything that distracting, but…

Then I saw him!

He was sitting in the corner, his nose in a book and papers filling the desk. He was lost in what he was studying, and I was transfixed. I found a shelf with books I didn’t care about, but it was a great place to watch him. He focused so intensely, but every once in a while, though, he would put the book down to take some notes.

His hunger for the book became my hunger for him. It wasn’t necessarily what he looked like, but he had that subtle attractiveness that grew as you watched. No, it was the way he ignored everything else. It was an unspoken challenge.

This introvert was begging for some attention.

He just didn’t know it yet! I grabbed some books from the shelf in front of me, knowing I wouldn’t read them. I carried them to a table in front of him. Close enough for him to know I was near his bubble but not near enough to raise his suspicions. I sat with a slow, deliberate scrape of the chair moving and my body sitting in the most seductive way possible, but he didn’t look up; I wanted it that way, though; the best plan was to start seducing the introvert in silence.

I opened my laptop and set out a book as if to read and take notes. My eyes caught his reflection on my screen. I turned a page a little louder than I needed to, and I caught his guarded glance. I crossed my legs, and he put the book down to seemingly take a note. The tension had shifted.

That’s when I knew he wasn’t immune to me seducing the introvert.

I took my time. Reading and rereading the same boring passage. Pretending to type notes into the computer while planning on how to seduce this introvert. My hair would slip over my shoulder, and his hand would pause mid note. Just a faint hitch in rhythm. I would bend over to grab something from my backpack, and I would hear his breath catch just a little. I knew he was looking, and I liked it. Every move I made was intentional.

After a while, I picked up the books I had grabbed and went to return them. On the way, I “ accidentally” tripped and dropped one near him. I giggled and bent to pick it up in front of him. Knowing he could see right down my shirt. He glanced up with his eyes resting on my breast and then awkwardly looked up to my face and smiled a little.  I apologized, and he went right back to his book.  It may have seemed like a loss, but I knew I had him.

That was how I started seducing the introvert!

After that first day, I brought some things I actually needed to study. I figured out his schedule and planned my study time to match his. The stolen smiles and distracted pauses turned into a friendly hello and then a “you can sit next to me.”.

We would chat here and there, and then we moved to a study room. With the privacy of the small, quiet rooms, looks became touches. Touches stoked the buried flames within this quiet introvert, and my seduction of this introvert was complete.

We spent lots of time that semester” studying” with our noses in a book. More often than not, our bodies were studying the art of quiet sex, the fantasy girl and the introvert.

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