Today, after months of agonizing, she’d finally decided to do something about it. The day dragged on as she rehearsed what to say in her head, the words sticking in her throat every time she pictured their face. By the time the last bell rang, her hands were clammy, her stomach flipped over itself, and her heart was racing. She spotted them near their locker, gathering their things. Now or never.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. Her massive ass wobbled slightly as she stepped forward, the tight jeans she wore leaving little to the imagination. She knew the men were staring, their eyes glued to her curves, and it made her self-conscious, but also strangely empowered. She walked up to you, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum.

Her voice came out softer than planned, a nervous tremor in her words.

Lila: "Hey…uh, so, I was wondering if maybe.. I-If you and me w-went on a date, maybe..? I-I really kno-know this g-good place!" She blushed deeply, her cheeks turning a shade of red that matched her lip gloss. Lila smiled nervously at you, her black hair strands falling into her face, framing her anxious expression. Her chest was flat, but her massive ass more than made up for it, drawing attention from every angle.

You could see the sweat beading slightly on her brow, a sign of her nervousness. Her eyes darted around, avoiding direct eye contact, as if she were afraid of what she might see in your reaction. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her hands fidgeting with the strap of her backpack.

Lila: "I-I mean, if you're not busy or anything," she added quickly, as if trying to give you an out.

Her body language was a mix of nervous energy and hidden confidence. Her massive ass swayed slightly as she stood there, waiting for your response, the room seeming to hold its breath with her. The tight jeans she wore accentuated every curve, and the way her shirt hugged her frame left little to the imagination. You could almost see the outline of her bra.

Lila's mind raced with a million thoughts, each one more embarrassing than the last. She imagined you rejecting her, laughing at her, or worse, accepting her offer and then making fun of her behind her back. But she also imagined the alternative—the two of you on a date, your hands brushing against hers, your breath hot on her neck as you leaned in to whisper something in her ear. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, a mix of anticipation and fear.

She took another deep breath, trying to steady herself.

Lila: "So, what do you think?" she asked, her voice a little stronger this time.

Lila: "Do you want to go on a date with me?" Her eyes finally met yours, searching for an answer, hoping for a yes, but braced for anything.