When Sasha was 16 she got her first job at the library reshelving books. She stood at 5’3 with perky B cup breasts and a nice round bottom. She loved to take her time shelving the bottom shelves so that the men could watch her bend over. When shelving the top rows she would stretch so that her shirts rode up and revealed her flat, caramel colored tummy. She was shelving one day when Jeremy walked up.

“Excuse me, could you help me find a book. It’s supposed to e here but i don’t see it.”

“Let me check my cart”

Sasha could feel his hazel eyes staring at her as she walked away. He stood about 5’7 with honey colored skin and a muscular build. Sasha figured him to be about 20.

“Wow, heavy reading,” she said holding up his book.

“Yeah, I need it for school”

“Ok. Well don’t study too hard.”

“Yeah whatever.”

“Hey. You don’t have to be rude. I didn’t have to help you”

“It’s your job.”

“No it’s not. I don’t have to help anyone. I only have to shelve books.”

“Look. I’m stressed out and I don’t need to be arguing with you.”

“Whatever asshole. Anyway if you’re so stressed I can help you relieve some of it. Come jogging with me…that is if you promise to be a good boy. I’m out in the park every morning at 6. See you tomorrow.”

Sasha didn’t expect to see him again so she was shocked to see him on a bench on the jogging path 2 weeks later.

“Hey you,” she said stopping in front of him. “How’d your paper go?”

“Look, I just came to apologize, I was wrong and you were only trying to help me.”

“It’s of. Things happen. I’ve gotta go finish my laps. Come run with me.”

“I’m not a runner.