They say she was a slut. They say she was a whore. They say she was looking for attention. This is the story of a girl named Sharmell.

Her name was Sharmell Brown. She was pretty. She was smart. She was vivacious. She was curvaceous. However, she thought there was something missing. She had a life worth living. But she wished for one thing that she lacked. The boys she wanted were ogling at the ladies that have that very one thing she does not. She grew jealous. “I want to be thick,” She said to one of her friends, rocking her hips with sass.

Sharmell was a freshman in college. She had chemistry class with me. As for myself, I was a junior. She sat by me. She was kind of talkative. She had my curiosity. Why? In all honesty, she had plenty to offer. For example, Sharmell was pretty busty. Her ample cleavage got my attention. As well as her plump pink lips and pretty caramel skin. She had a petite tight body. She might have caught me looking at it. I only did it maybe a few times.

“I want my booty to be bigger,” She said. But by God, did she work with what He gave her. Chemistry class was the only class we had together. Due to the class size, we had to borrow notes quite frequently. Which meant: “Hey, can I see your notes right quick?”

I was a generous person. So, I let her look while I checked her out. That day she was wearing a low-cut top, showing her cleavage generously. I peeked at her lower back. Her lace panties were playing peek-a-boo with my eyes. Meanwhile, my paper was back on my desk.

“Thanks,” she said, with a smile. I think she knew I was looking. Did she have a voyeur side of her? That turned me on a bit.

Sharmell and I would trade notes (and answers) a few more times during the semester. At the end of said semester was the dreaded Final Exam. I have been through that stress multiple times. However, Sharmell hasn’t. Luckily, in that class we had concept called a “guaranteed grade” based on quizzes, attendance, etc. The “guaranteed grade” was the grade you would get at the end of the semester. That grade was a “B.” That was way more than enough for me. I attended almost every class. She didn’t. Eventually, her “guaranteed grade” would be in danger due to attendance.

So, one day after class she asked me, “So, you still got that guaranteed grade?”

“Yeah, I do, why?”

“Want to be study buddies? I’ll make it worth your while.”

“What the hell. I’ll do it,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. However, in my mind, I was curious. I wondered, “What’s going on behind that smile?”

We met in one of the library study rooms not long after that.

“Hey.”

“What’s up?” I greeted her.

I knew nothing about teaching or tutoring. A hot chick studying with me in the library was kind of a fantasy for me.