The Biker s Obsession

"Too Sexy or not sexy?”

Anxiety killed me as I stood in front of my squared dark brown mirror, staring at my reflection.

The creamy curtains of my apartment bedroom window being wide open caused sunlight to trickle in and illuminate my reflection some more. My eyes could not help but trace my own features, light greenish eyes, small heart-shaped lips to my creamy pale skin. A small sigh escaped my lips at how plain looking I was, compared to all these beautiful stunning girls that graced the university which I was attending. They were all rich too, unlike poor ole me who came from a humble home of a single mother. The only reason I was even able to afford to come and study here was that I had worked hard to be top of my high school class and earned a scholarship.

My gaze quickly moved to the little piece of paper sitting on my study desk. All those nights of sleeping late, not going out and making the university library my second home, had finally paid off.

That little paper held my final year results and stated that I had come out as Valedictorian for my software engineering degree class. I could not wait to call my mother and tell her all about it. I had done all this for her.

For you see, as a teenage girl, my mother fell in love with a man. He got her pregnant and then left her just like that. My mother`s own family kicked her out as a disgrace. So, she was left all alone having to take care of a baby. Through hard work and doing manual labor jobs like working as a maid, she did it and was able to give me a normal childhood. As normal as she could afford too. There were times where I would get kicked out of school because of unpaid school fees but my mother always found a way for me to go back and continue my studies.

All this motivated me to work hard and make sure that I could one day give her a better life too.

I had made a lot of sacrifices to do so, like having a non-existing social life and fewer friends. When it comes to dating, I had spent all my high school years single. It was only now in my final year that I had met a boy and started dating him. His name was Greg and he was my first boyfriend.

He was also the reason for my anxiety right now as I faced the mirror.

Today was the day that I was planning to finally give my body to him. I had made him wait this whole year of dating with reason. It was the fear of not wanting to lose my scholarship, in the case of accidentally getting pregnant. Like what happened to my mother. But now that I had received my results making me eligible for graduation, I was ready to take our relationship to the next level and lose my 20-year-old virginity.

Biting my bottom lip, I stared again at the mirror in turmoil while tracing my eyes on what I was currently wearing.

“Damn, you are looking hot girl! Who is the lucky man?” I turned my head and gazed at Jess, my best friend and the one whom I shared this two-bedroom apartment with. She had just entered my room to see me and was looking gorgeous as always with her light blue eyes, blonde hair and model looking figure which I always envied. Instead I was too curvy and on the plus size compared to all these slim girls everywhere. I had tried all I could from diets to slim products but nothing worked. It got to the point where I just stopped caring and started being more comfortable in my own skin.

“I am going to see Greg, my boyfriend of course,” I said to her while trying to style my long light brown hair to look sexy. It had to compliment the sexy, short and lacey tight black dress outfit. One which I wore with these cute black heels. Underneath was the latest black lacey lingerie set by Victoria secret. I had pulled all the stops in order to have a great night tonight. This girl was finally getting LAID!

I was able to notice the quick fleeting annoyed look that passed Jess`s face. I knew the reason; she had always hated my boyfriend Greg and did not like him at all. She was always telling me that I could do better.

And I always replied that I loved him.

Although annoyed, she still walked up to me and helped me with my makeup. It was the reason I had sent her a text to come to my room. When it came to doing my own makeup, I totally sucked.

“There done,” she said while closing the concealer shut.