5.2 Flawless

Neda was truly enjoying universitylife; making sure to grab something to eat between classes. It wasn't the healthiest choice, but the welltended campusarea was to lovely to ignore. And the best part was when she didn't have to cook. She didn't know how to cook. Maybe she should learn it soon? Grownups made their own meals, but it was so much easier to grab a bite on the go.

If it was her enthusiasm, or the pink jacket that did the trick is to be unsaid, but she was asked to keep a presentation for a class!

Her one audience thought she did a great job.

As the days were warm and inviting, it was just natural to take some classes outside. Looking at Agnete, Neda tried not to be to critical. So what if she decided to run around in a dress that her tits nearly fell out off. It wasn't like her looks was going to get her anywhere, radio and tv was all about skills. Not having your tits falling out! Yeah, there was definitely not any requirements for looks in newsreadings on tv. Atleast she could keep telling herself there weren't any.

Neda could really get used to the thought on beeing on tv or radio, but it wasn't very realistic for a while. It was mainly given to pretty young and blonde women, or ugly and old men. Atleast her outfit was without any flaws, and it was youthfriendly. As much as they liked pretending, they weren't actually having a real airing. But they were recorded, and if anyone was good enough, they'd be sent on campusradio.

She straightened her back when she noticed the large crowd of guys looking at her practice. Ofcourse they stared at her and not miss "titshangingout"; she had the skills. Besides, she was really cute. Well, no one else than her parents had ever called her cute, but they probably wouldn't lie. Would "cute" cut it for newsreadings on screen? Why was there so many guys staring at her anyway? Why not any girls?

Turned out they weren't staring at her, they were to busy staring at bitchly... Ashley, she meant Ashley. Well, she was pretty and blonde, and Neda still wasn't. She had to stop thinking about that. Even if there were requirements for looks to be on screen, she wasn't so hideous that it would stop her. And she could bleach her dark hair if it was necessary. If not, there was always writing articles for newspapers. She didn't really care that much.

When Neda took a little break, she was approached by one of the guys that hadn't been staring at Ashley. She tried to stay focused on what she was supposed to do, and on what he was saying; but look at those teeth! They looked like needles. And his skin was so gross and pasty, and full of freckles. What was his name again? Troy?

As much as she wanted to stay neutral in the face of journalism, this was something she couldn't just stand and watch: Troy, you're smoking. Even other students noticed.

Yes I know, he answered flirtily.

Nah, mate. It's really warm and sunny. You shouldn't be out in the sun. You're litterally smoking! There's smoke coming from you! She wasn't sure what was happening, but no way was that normal.

She'd barely uttered the sentce before his eyes rolled into the back of his skull, and he passed out, hitting his head on the pavement. Neda had never been this close to a vampire before, and even less one who was dumb enough to pass out in the sun. She quickly called the campus security, and hoped to save the day. After all, what was one supposed to do when a vampire passed out like that. Couldn't they turn to ashes, or maybe that was just a rumour?

As Troy was taken away, Neda made a report about the incident. Let's see stupid miss "titshangingout" top this! She bet they'd air her on the campusradio!

Quickly forgetting all about the passed out vampire, Neda invited Steve out to the pool. Why hadn't she thought about this before? This was she got to oogle his hot body without seeming like a creep! This place kept on surprising her. The pool was so clean and well tended, without stinking of chlorine or anything; everything here was so beautiful!

Neda took another handful of water and splashed on Steve. They had been flirting more than swimming, and he never got mad at her. Steves warm laughter filled her with joy and good stomachfeels. This was it. This had to be how it felt beeing in love with someone. Neda was in love!

He just seemed so fascinating, and had such beautiful eyes and was so very, very hot. She definitely deserved some credit for not staring at his wet body.

So Texas. She liked calling him that instead of Steve. Steve just seemed so simple: You're a difficult man getting a hold of. 

Yeah, he excused himself: I work quite a bit. I don't have a scholarship, so simoleons is a bit hard to come by. But I manage. 

Oh, yeah. That has to be rough, both working and going to school. Wow, he not just good looking and brave, but also a hard worker. He was perfect.

I mean, I don't think I could've handled it. Neda continued: And yet you see to have a lot of time going to the gym. It was probably best not to mention that she didn't have a scholarship either. Her parents had a collegefund for her, and still they sent her extra simoleons.

She wasn't sure if he was pulling an akwardface, or if he contemplated jumping into the pool to get away from her. Turned out it was neither.

You're really sweet Neda. He put a still cold hand on her shoulder, so she classily put her hand on his waistline, before casually moving it further down. She'd never been this close to a man before in her life. Maybe he noticed, because he didn't touch her anywhere else.

Do you want to... do you want to be my girlfriend? 

She grinned so widely her cheeks ached. Her knees felt weak and everything; this was definitely true love:  I'd love to Texas. 

Since they'd gotten this far, Neda figured they might as well go a bit further: Do you want to go back to my place? Maybe that way she could get her first kiss. She wasn't an all out idiot ofcourse, and got that it could easily be misinterpreted. But Steve didn't seem like a pushy type. The way he'd asked her to go steady kind of gave that off.

Instead she settled on giving Steve a backrub. She just didn't dare kissing him, and this seemed a pretty safe way of having some physical contact. His skin had warmed up in the sun, and uite nice to the touch. Neda had never done anything like this before. Wonder if she did it the right way? He'd seemed so different the first time they met, and now he was all cute and soft; like a little kitten. She liked kitten Steve.

Since Steve was so difficult getting a hold of, Neda ended up spending a lot of time with other friends. Troy had recovered after passing out from the sun, and she did her best not teasing him about it. Even if she did talk way to much about her amazing tan. It was all natural to, just from spending time outside. University was great! She couldn't believe all of her sibling had refused to do this!

Most of her sparetime she spent with Walter. Despite him beeing a lover of the outdoors, he rarely had a tan. Maybe he actually spent time styding, unlike her. She knew she had to work harder at school, but it was so much more fun doing other things instead. It was something about school that was so tiering, and she just wanted to live a little. It was fun beeing a grown up. She was allowed to spend her time however she wanted. 

I really love summertime, Neda said when they were finished bowling; which she lost ofcourse: But it's a bit boring that Steve works so often. I really wished we could spend some more time together. 

It was so nice that Walter put up with her. They were such great friends, and they had so much in common. But he was a rich guy, and she was... well, she was a rich girl. But not that rich. They didn't swim in simoleons.

And Walter came from old simoleons; the type that had both a large ammount of locked and liquid assets. He'd probably never worked a day in his life! Kind of like herself! No, wait. That wasn't what she meant. Though, spending time with him and Steve was such different experiences. Steve worked hard and long, and had for years. Walter grew up on yachts and with servant. She was kind of somewhere in the middle. Or maybe she wasn't?

I've always wondered how he manages through school, and working at the same time. Walter answered. She had been a bit surprised when she realized they already knew eachother.

I don't think I'd ever be able to manage that. 
 

As nightfall crept in, she realized how many hours they had spent together without her noticing. When had they ended up standing so close to eachother? She kept looking into his eyes without breaking contact. They just kept drawing her in; that odd glow that signalized his supernatural status. Werewolf. Or atleast he claimed he was, but he really didn't seem the type.

He was kind of cute. Not as hot as Steve, but he had that wholesome "guy you could introduce to your parents" going. Her parents would definitely hate him. They wouldn't be happy until she came home with some bloke with eyeliner, tattoos and leatherjeans.

Trying to break that strange feeling that got a hold of her, Neda tried saying something stupid: You're really tall Walter. 

Maybe you're short, he countered with ease.

Wiping a tear from her eye, Neda was bummed out that Steve rarely had time for her. It was so nice of Walter spending time with her. That had to be what her mood was about. It couldn't be about anything else. It wasn't allowed to be about anything else.

As the sun quickly set, the pavement cooled enough to sit on. They decided to end the day with gazing at the stars. Back home there was so much light, that she'd assumed stargazing beeing impossible. Yet here they were easy to spot, twinkling nicely in the sky.

She got a bit shocked when she felt Walters warm hand on top of her own. That was an odd thing to do, wasn't it? But it was just Walter, and they were friends. He was just beeing friendly, and ofcourse she didn't want to seem impolite. That off feeling she got in her stomach was just a coincidence. Maybe she was going to masspuke again?

She leaned closer to him, just to be friendly ofcourse. Because that's what friends did. He was a bit more bony type than Steve, so that meant she wasn't interested. For some reason that made sense to her. It was still perfectly natural to sit this close, and rubbing her breast agains his arm; which she didn't notice at all. Because they were firends. That's what they were, friends. And it was perfectly normal for friends to be sitting this close together.

Ofcourse they couldn't sit that close forever. They had classes and everything tomorrow, and Neda planned on showing up for atleast one of them.

Thanks for cheering me up Walter. They hugged as they parted, that was perfectly normal to. She hugged a lot of sims. And he probably lingered with his arms around all his friends. Like, who didn't do that?

This was all okay, right? It was just a sheere coincidence that her stomach was uneasy everytime she met him to? It didn't feel exactely like it did with Steve, but it was very similar. Maybe a bit less intese. But that didn't have to mean anything.
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This is really turning into a "what man do I want" story, but poor Neda keeps rolling wants about all those manlymen around campus. It'll probably change later on, or maybe not. Though, having kids and moving the generation along is kind of the point in this challenge, so...

Pointless thing to add: I use the heightslider for my sims, and haven't noticed how short Neda is. Aino was short to, but not that short.

Thanks for reading