An excerpt from: Skinny girls love to layer

Running to make it to class on time, the skinny girl's long, yellow and brown knit scarf trailed behind her, looking like a tail around her neck. She loved to layer, and it was definitely needed during the winter months in the city. Before entering the class room she checked her reflection in the window pane. A cute brown corduroy skirt, some tights, an ivory turtle neck and her scarf of course all under her brown peat coat. Her make up was not smudged or ruined despite the fact that she was sweating from the unexpected morning run.

She walked in to class right on time. The instructor was not even there yet. She made sure to sit in the front. All good students sit in the front of the classroom her mother had once told her. The skinny girl's male companion sat next to her as he normally did. She knew that he liked her, but her eyes were for someone else; her instructor.

He came in to class one minute after it was supposed to start. The young educator was only 36 years old. He had brownish blond hair, and hazel eyes. He always managed to have a tan despite the fact that it was in the mid-20's outside. The skinny girl imagined what their children would look like often. She had red hair and green eyes and she just knew their children would be beautiful. She never thought that at 20 years old she would find the love of her life. The history instructor at her university; she wanted to scream their love from the top of the tallest building in the city. However, at his request they had to keep their love quiet. He didn't want to loose his job because after all how would he be able to support her.

She knew that her family and parents would just adore him as much as she did. Their small town would be impressed with his travels and his education. He knew so much about the world. The furthest anyone had traveled from her town was her family, and that was taking her to college two years ago. No one had come to visit her since. She made every excuse possible as to why she could not come home for the holidays. She wanted to stay in the big city. She loved everything about it. Her mother knitted her scarves every winter and sent them as quickly as possible when the temperatures started to drop. She knew that her daughter needed to stay warm especially considering how skinny she was.

After class ended the skinny girl wanted to sit there until every student left, but there were a lot of people lingering today. The instructor glanced at her and winked. She knew that meant for her to meet him later on.

“I waited for you,” the male companion said when she got out of the classroom.

“Thanks,” she said, wishing it was the instructor walking her to her next class and not her friend.

“You look nice today. Are you warm enough?” he asked her.

“I am, I have my magical scarf,” she said as she twirled it around her neck and covered her face with it, as they exited the building heading out into the cold wind.

Later on that evening there was a soft knock on the skinny girl's dorm door. She had been waiting all evening to hear that knock. She knew it was her instructor. She skipped over to open the door, and then checked herself in the mirror. She was wearing a black lace slip with nothing underneath. The slip hung loosely over her small frame. It wasn't that she worked out so much or that she didn't eat. She was naturally skinny. She glanced around the room at the lit candles that glowed in the mostly dark room. She was happy when her parents agreed to pay for her to have a room to herself. If she had a roommate she would never be able to do what she’s been doing for the past 6 months.

She opened the door slowly peeping out a bit to make sure it was him. His scent of Polo cologne came around the corner and up her nose and she smiled. He came in the room and immediately took of his coat and boots.

“I was thinking about you all day,” he said.

She just smiled. He scooped her up in his arms, his sweater was warm and his hug felt good against her cold body. Her nipples were hard just from his touch. Or maybe it was from the cold, but either way she was just happy to be near him.

She moved over towards the bed and sat down while he removed his clothes getting completely naked. She just watched him move like a black panther towards her. He laid her back and got on top of her. They had stopped using condoms about a few months ago. She was on the pill and she trusted him completely. Besides, like he told her, it felt so much better without a condom anyway. He was her first, and she definitely wanted him to be her last. He opened her up to so much in the year and a half that they had been together. She switched her major from Business to History just to be around him more. He showed her around the city. He gave her impromptu history lessons wherever they went. He told her he wanted to take her to London, Rome and Paris, and she was ready to let him.

When they were finished he just lay on top of her and she held on tight to him. She wanted to tell him that she loved him, but he had never uttered those words to her. So she just kept quiet about the whole thing. She was convinced that they would be together once she was finished with college. She never wanted him to get in trouble for dating a student. She knew the repercussion that could follow. But she also knew that she was madly in love with him ….