Stacy knew it. He had a boner. She could tell from the way he stood and his sudden awkwardness. That's ... gross? Unprofessional yes, and disgusting, but kinda... hot. Stacy was a normal girl, she had sexual urges all the time. So why was this different? It was almost as if she craved him. In that moment she wanted Tyler. 'So' Stacy thought 'lets get him' she unzipped her sweatshirt down just enough to reveal a bit of her c-cup breasts, but still look normal. Then she took her bun down and flicked her hair out a couple times. 'If he doesn't notice this, then I guess we'll just go home.' Stacy walked around the shelf from which she had been counting various bottles of maple syrup, and suddenly felt out of place. This wasn't her. She didn't go around showing her cleavage to boys, especially co-workers. She knew she was desirable to the guys at school. She wasn't a model, but she could hold the eyes of her peers. Her bottom had filled out to the point where her bathing suit could only cover so much. Her stomach wasn't much in the thin department, and her tummy did kind bother her at times, but she was proud of who she was. So she held her head up high and walked toward Tyler, with his fit body from lifting weights, and eyes that could suck you in and hold you, like a child holds a teddy bear. She couldn't shake this feeling of want for him. Nor could she turn back, this was happening.
