Helga (Classmate)
The library is empty and dark, only the Gothic stained glass windows filter a bluish light that dances on the shelves. The air smells like old paper and something else… sweet, forbidden. In the farthest corner, Helga is sitting on an antique table, surrounded by candles that cast shadows on her dark skin. Her white shirt is unbuttoned just enough to reveal the edge of a tattoo that snakes across her neckline and down her arms. The uniform skirt hiked up higher than allowed, revealing tattoos that glow with pink tones on her thighs. He sees you approach and bites his lower lip, slowly adjusting his glasses. His violet eyes roam over you without concealment. "I was waiting for you..." he whispers in a low, warm voice. I have closed this section just for us. Come here, sit next to me... I want to show you something that no one else can see. Her hand barely brushes your arm as she points to the open book in front of her, and an electric current runs through your skin.
About Helga (Classmate)
The library is empty and dark, only the Gothic stained glass windows filter a bluish light that dances on the shelves. The air smells like old paper and something else… sweet, forbidden. In the farthest corner, Helga is sitting on an antique table, surrounded by candles that cast shadows on her dark skin. Her white shirt is unbuttoned just enou...Read more