WILLINGLY OR NOT

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She feigned a disgusted look before she looked away and continued with what she was doing. She continued to type and didn't didn't care to look towards me again. Another awkward silence engulfed us for some time before she spoke, already disturbed as I sat close to her without saying anything.

 "Are you going to sit there and disturb me all day?" The words hit me, but I calmed down and decided to take things easy with her. 

She clenched her jaw, probably to stop her from laughing or doing anything that would give me the inkling that she liked being around my company. I did not respond immediately, I kept staring at her for a while just like I had done before she talked to me. She couldn't hold it any longer after I had stared at her for a while. Defeated, she sighed and turned towards me, her face flushed. 

"Can you stop please." She smiled before turning away. I giggled and responded. "I thought you liked my company?" I smiled at her but she didn't even look back at me. I rolled my eyes and looked away. She was very perfect at making things awkward just like she was making this very moment awkward. I sighed heavily before taking my jacket and throwing over the back of my chair and reclined as I began to study her face again. I could not bear watching her that way again and again. 

Her fingers quickly glided across the keyboard continuously. My eyes soon moved away from her hands up to the shirt she was wearing. She was very fond of putting on baggy t-shirts which hid everything. I did not know why she liked hiding her body. Was she ashamed of her slender body, I thought. I had seen her in tight clothes but that had been only once. The day we were all asked to gather at some event I couldn't quite remember.  She was wearing tight-fitting clothes that revealed her shape. 

She had tits that were not as big as I liked them but the slight jiggle her ass produced when she walked with those yoga pants on made me want her even more. And And would not mind having another glimpse of what that ass looked like, this time maybe in flesh. I wondered if she was even going to leave the chair she was typing with. She didn't look like she would ever leave the chair with how concentrated and how serious she looked straight on. I don't know if to call it obsession but she was obsessed with her computer. 

But one a second thought, I reasoned that she was only being that close to her computer to keep away from awkward moments like this. The both of us were completely caught up and I was not going to walk away. If she said nothing, then I would probably initiate a discussion because she badly needed it even though she did nor ask for it. Looking at her face told me clearly that she needed it badly even though she seemed to be fine without it.