I knew I was in trouble when she noteced me.I knew I was in trouble when she noteced me. Almost any time we passed eachother, going to classes or the dining hall, she was oblivious to my presance. But this time, as I saw her outside the dorm, she flashed a grin that looked posativily evil. Late that night, I had forgotten all about it while watching Star Trek in the launge with some friends. She came in the door, looked around, and sat down on a couch far from the TV. You wouldn't think, seing her in her plaid flanel shirt and her loos fitting jeans, but I knew that underneath was a fine looking woman. She had long, black, waivy hair, and deep brown eyes. Short and curvy, but through her baggy clothing you wouldn't know it. She didn't look at me when she sat, but I knew I was in for a long night. Star Trek ended, and my friends suspected things and nobody waited up for Letterman. I sat down next to her, and was treated to a rare smile that was warm but painfull to look at all the same. We talked alot, but didn't say anything that ment something. Eventually, as I knew she would, she invited me into her room, on the pretence of seing how she'd re-arranged things. Her room was small, but single-occupancy rooms were uncommon in the residence halls. I made up my mind, right then, that we wouldn't do anything. Isn't there supposed to be something else in a relationship? Whatever happend to dating and being a couple? All she wanted was my body, and I decided, for the millionth time, that she wasn't going to get it. And I knew, for the millionth-minus-one time that she would anyway. We talked about mutual frinds, and classes, and she told me that I really should do my homework. She'd been telling me that sence high school. I havn't listened to her yet. Then she told me how tense her back was, and I knew the talking was over. I rubbed her shoulders, and along her spine, and down to the bottom of her shirt, my hands went under her shirt and up along her back against her smooth skin. I rubbed every part of her back, along her spine, and out to her sides. When my hands we half way arround her sides, she lifted up her body in a way that seemed to scream at me to feel her breasts. She was not wearing a bra, and her large breasts felt wonderful in my hands, even as she turned her head so that I could kiss her. |