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 almanbahis şikayet 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 almanbahis canlı casino knew nothing about teaching or tutoring. A hot chick studying with me in the library was kind of a fantasy for me. Then I noticed something about her. Something off about her hair. She was still fixing her clothes. She began to ask about notes from way back about Noble Gases. I gave them to her.“I got to ask… why is your guaranteed grade in danger? I can take my final and suck and still get a B, at least,” I said.“Well, not everyone has perfect lives.”I was slightly taken aback.“Relax, it was a little joke,” I said, putting my hands up.“Sorry. I guess it was the T.A. (that asshole) talking.”“Haha. I was exactly where you were now…” I got interrupted.“No, you weren’t,” she said.“Stressed freshman with less than optimal grades, only without the big breasts and oh so tight body? Too much?” I said.She smiled at that and said, “No, I have gotten worse. I have an insane work schedule. Haven’t exactly learned to juggle those two yet. He doesn’t want to hear it.”I tilted my head sideways with my hand on my jaw. “The T.A.? The tall dude that lurks in the class? That one?”“Yup. So, I had to convince him…”All of a sudden everything made sense. A smile formed on my face. “No. You didn’t… You did, did you?”“Yeah, I did. And he loved my ass. almanbahis casino You know why? They used to call me a slut in high school. An attention whore. Well, fuck it, we’re all adults now, huh? You were wondering why I smiled at you that time, huh? I like when boys look.”At this time, I was visibly turned on, but I wanted more details. “How? Just how?” I said with an almost entertained smile on my face.“How? Oh, my study buddy… I’ll tell you…”Now, Sharmell was nineteen at this time. Her life would soon change. The plot would thicken. It would be in the form of a teacher assistant. He wasn’t that old, to her surprise. She would guess early thirties or so. She never had a “hot for teacher” situation before.“Hmm. He’s kind of cute,” She said to herself, biting her plump lip.Their eyes met in the classroom one day as he collected quizzes. She sat by me at the end of the row. I was second to the end. His eyes moved down her body. Something told her he was checking her out. She smirked again. “This is new…” She thought. That day she was wearing a skirt, showing off her flawless ebony legs. She wasn’t doing very good in the class.“This shit might work…” Sharmell thought, as she licked her lips seductively and put her skirt a tad bit up, exposing a bit more of her thighs. The assistant stayed in that vicinity after giving the quizzes to the professor. She promptly went back to do more work. After class ended, she got up. Knowing exactly what she was doing, she bent down (giving the young assistant the perfect view of her panties), picked up her books and put them in her book bag.