0 comments/ 30956 views/ 4 favorites A Lesson in Love By: Moonlight_33 Liz sighed heavily as she pushed aside the book she'd been studying for the past two hours. Rubbing her tired eyes, she glanced over at the clock. It was well past midnight, and she had a class at nine. With another sigh, she stretched and headed for the shower. In High school she had been an honor student, but university was proving to be more of a challenge than she had expected. Her desire was to be a forensic scientist and join the police force, but with the stress and hassles of day to day life, and living alone in the house left to her by her grandmother, she just wasn't able to give her studies as much as she needed to. Standing in the shower, letting the water run over her body, relaxing and letting the heat wash away all her cares, she thought a little about the offer her professor had made her a few days earlier. There was a guy in one of his other classes, a complete geek from what she understood, who was brilliant when it came to the subjects she was having trouble with, and was looking for a way to make a few extra dollars. He would make a great tutor, providing she could stand his company, and at this point, with finals only a matter of months away, she didn't see much of a choice. It was either the geek, or failure. The next day after class, Liz went to her professor and swallowed her pride. She still didn't really want to do this, but what other choice did she have? She needed to pass this class to graduate. Mr. Kingston wrote down the guy's name, and his phone number for her to call and make the arrangements for herself. She looked at the slip of paper in disbelief. Wesley Quest, they had to be kidding. What kind of parent would dislike their child enough to give him a name like that? No wonder he turned out to be a geek. But still, she reasoned, in this case, it worked in her favor. She needed this geek to help her get her grades up. Setting the piece of paper down on the desk beside the phone, Liz looked at the name again, shaking her head, trying to push away the mental image that had been building in her mind all afternoon. Some how all she could visualize was a short chubby guy, with thick glasses, and a really bad haircut, snorting when he laughed at his own less than humorous jokes. The idea had her quite perturbed. She had never considered herself a snob, but she had always managed to be one of the popular people, and made friends easily. For some reason, there was something about geeks that made her uncomfortable. She picked up the phone and dialed the number, tapping her foot and waiting for some one to answer. "Hello, Quest residence." The voice on the phone was smooth, almost sexy. "Hi, this is Liz Macmillan, would I be able to speak to Wesley please?" she tried to keep her voice calm, but her hands were shaking. "This is Wesley. You must be the girl Professor Kingston told me about. You're looking for a tutor?" "Um. Yes I am. I am having trouble with chemistry and DNA. If you could help me get my grade up I would really appreciate it." Some how the image she had been building of him just didn't match his voice, but she figured she would not make a judgement until she saw him with her own eyes. "Sure. I could help you with that. My fee is ten dollars a session, payable at the beginning of each session, and I can help you any day but Thursday. When would you like to start?" Liz was a little stunned with how up front he was with her; she had not expected it at all. "Would tonight be too soon for you? I have a paper due in day after tomorrow and I could really use a descent mark." He went silent, and for a moment she was worried he might not be able to help her so soon. "Sure, tonight would be fine. I can be there in about half an hour." She breathed a sigh of relief as she gave him the address and said goodbye. She hadn't realized until that point just how much stress she had been under worrying about this next paper. Having a little help would make it much easier. Picking up the phone again, she ordered pizza, cooking not being one of her strong points, then headed for a quick shower. Wesley and the pizza arrived at the same time, and for a moment she had the pizza delivery guy mixed up with Wesley. The pizza delivery guy looked just like the image she had built up of Wesley, and Wesley was nothing like what she had expected. He was a little taller than she was, with a full head of dark, shoulder length hair, pulled back in a tie, deep-set brown eyes and a wicked grin. This is the geek? She had to remind herself to lift her jaw up off the floor. The smirk on Wesley's face as he walked into her living room with an arm full of books, made it more than obvious that he'd seen this reaction before, and quite enjoyed it. Setting the books on the table, he turned and held out his hand to her. "Hi. I'm Wes. You ready to study?" She took his hand, surprised at how comfortable his touch made her feel. "Yes, I sure am, just give me a second to grab a drink and we can get started. Would you like something to drink?" "Yes, thanks, what ever you're having is fine." As Liz vanished into the kitchen, Wesley quickly surveyed his surroundings. The home was much the same as when her grandmother had left it to her, and her tastes were simple, not cluttering her space with useless trinkets. It was clean, and well kept. Tasteful. An old piano in the corner caught his eye, as did the photographs the covered the top of it. He was looking at then when she came back into the room. Handing him his drink, she pointed out a few of the pictures, and named them. Her parents, her grandparents, her brother, and a few assorted relatives, but no friends or lovers seemed to have any place amongst them. Wesley wondered a little at that, but thought better than to ask about it. Sitting side by side at the kitchen table, Liz showed him the requirements for the paper that was due in next. He looked over the paper than raised an eyebrow at her. "I'm not going to give you any answers Liz, but I will help you find them for yourself, and show you how to remember them. You'll never learn if I just give it to you." Liz understood, and in a way she was relieved that he had that attitude. She needed to learn this stuff, not just look good on paper. The session went well into the night, neither of them paying much attention to the time, and both enjoying the learning as much as the company. When Wesley left a little after eleven, Liz remembered she hadn't given him his money, but had booked another study session for the following night and thought she would give it to him then. The following evening, when Wesley arrived, Liz was finishing off the last of her take out Chinese dinner and rushing to get the table cleared off to make room for the books. He picked up a few things and followed her into the kitchen, more to take a look than to actually help. He was not surprised by what he found. The kitchen was spotless, basically because she never used it. The woman was brilliant in a lab, but probably couldn't boil water. He smiled a little at the image he got of her trying to cook, but once again, said nothing. The studying went well into the night once again, but when Liz handed in her paper the following day, she was more than confident of a good grade. They had set up a plan for regular study times, Monday and Wednesday nights, but when Liz arrived home that night, she was a little disappointed with herself for not booking him to come over more often. With a sigh, she picked up the directory, contemplating if it would be pizza, chicken or Chinese tonight, though she really didn't feel like any of them. There was a knock on the door, and with the directory still in her hands, she went to answer it. No sooner had she opened the door and Wesley pushed his way past her and headed for the kitchen, his arms willed with bags of groceries. She looked at him a little stunned. "Wes, I didn't book you for tonight." Without looking back he answered, "Tonight is a cooking lesson, and they don't require a booking. Come and help me make dinner. I hope you like spaghetti." Closing the front door, still a little stunned but with her heart pounding in her chest from the unexpected thrill of seeing him, she followed him into the kitchen, watching him unpack all kinds of things onto the bench. "Actually I love spaghetti, but no one can make it like Nana did, so I have not had any for quite some time." "Well, I can't promise to make it as good as your Nana did, but I will do my best, now, where do you hide the pots and pans?" Liz knew where everything was, but she had no idea what a lot of it was used for, or even what some of it was called, but soon they had stove covered in boiling pots, and simmering pans. The kitchen had not smelled so good in years. As Liz stirred the sauce, Wes spluttered something about her going to fast, sliding his hand down over hers and guiding her at the right speed. She suddenly became away of the closeness of his body as he pressed himself against her back, his instructions almost whispered in her ear sending a shiver through her, the spicy scent of his cologne filling her senses, and she found herself leaning back against him. Wesley could read the signs, could feel her need and her heat, leaning in and pressing his lips softly against the side of her neck, nuzzling into her hair and nibbling on the back of her shoulder. A soft moan escaped her lips as she let go of the spoon, reaching back over her head to run her fingers through his hair. His left arm circled her waist, pulling her harder against him, and his right lifted her chin, turning her face so that his tongue could easily dance across her lips. Her lips parted ever so slightly, his tongue finding the space and filling it with its heated moisture and strength. As Liz's tongue reached out to touch Wes's, their passion ignited in heated desire that stemmed from a mutual need for physical release, as well as a deep longing for each other. Turning her in his arms, Wes crushed her body against his, pulling her to him in his desire to make her body one with his. His mouth smothered hers in wet kisses, his tongue exploring the inner reaches of her mouth, dancing across her delicate pallet. Liz dug her fingers deep into his hair, pulling his mouth still harder against hers, breathing in every breath he released, her heart racing as her knees threatened to buckle beneath her. Sliding his hands down the soft curve of her back, he cupped the cheeks of her ass and lifted her onto the bench, pushing aside various pans and dishes, making room to slide her back. Pulling the edges of her t shirt free of her jeans, his hands worked their way over the bear skin of her back, releasing the clasp on her bra, and pulling her hard against him once more. As the front of her bra lifted up over her breasts, he could feel her hardened nipples pressing against his chest and he longed to taste them. It was a physical effort to separate his body from hers, but he hungered for her naked fresh, pulling away just long enough to pull her shirt off over her head. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes devouring the sight before him, her well-rounded breasts, dark hardened nipples and heaving chest, he could wait no more. His trembling hands cupped her breasts, lifting them, delighting in the weight and feel of them before sucking the first tender nipple into his mouth. Liz could feel the heat of his lips sucking her deep into his mouth as the tip of his tongue flickering back and forward over her sensitive, hardened point. His thumb worked it's way around and around the nipple of her other breast, and there was nothing she could do to keep from melting beneath his touch. Her fingers still buried in his hair, she lifted his mouth from her breast for just a moment, kissing him hard, then returning his mouth to her wanting nipples. A hissing sound and the smell of burning pasta brought them quickly back from their frenzied passion. Wes made a dash for the stove and pulled the pots from the heat, but it was too late to save the meal. He leaned against the stove, looking over the charred remains of their dinner, shaking his head and sighing heavily. "I am sorry Liz, I should have been paying more attention." Liz jumped down off the bench and went to stand behind him, her arms circling his waist as she snuggled in against him. "Oh I don't know Wes, I think you were paying attention just fine." Wes looked back over his shoulder at her and she gave him a wicked grin, reaching around to the front of his jeans and rubbing his crotch in small circles. "Now let me try and remember, it was stir slowly to the right, the slowly to the left, and be sure it's not sticking in the middle." As her hand rubbed right, then left, then squeezed gently, she could feel him hardening beneath her touch. He moaned softly, running his hand down over hers, pressing it against him a little harder. With her other hand, Liz worked on the buttons of his jeans, pulling free his belt and sliding her hand up inside the front of his shirt, running her fingers through the soft hairs on his chest. Pulling his shirt off over his head, Wes turned and looked down into her passion filled blue eyes. "Pizza or chinese?" Liz burst into laughter. This was not how he had planned the evening to go at all, but it was not going to badly, none the less. "Oh, I have something much better in mind than pizza or chinese." Sliding her hands down over his chest, she finished unfastening the front of his jeans, hooking her fingers into the belt loops and pulling them down his legs. As she lowered herself to her knees before him, she reached out and took his hard shaft in her hand his balls in her other hand, marveling at how perfectly matched they were. Wes leaned back against the stove, smiling down at her as she fondled and stroked his shaft. The sight of her pretty face so close to his cock, the way she ran her tongue over her lips, making them glisten and shine, he could not wait to feel what pleasures her tongue could induce. Her tongue reached out to taste the smooth head of his cock, running rings around the rim and making trails up and down the shaft. Their eyes met as she opened her mouth wide and slipped it over his cock, sheathing his mighty love sword in her beautiful mouth. He could only moan as she began to suck, applying gentle pressure with her tongue and gradually increasing the speed. The warmth and depth of her mouth, feeling his hard knob rubbing against the roof of her mouth, her hands fondling his sack, it was all he could do to stop from shooting his load down the back of her throat, and as much as he wanted to do that, he wanted more. He wanted her body. Getting to her feet, Liz worked her way back up his body, kissing and nibbling his stomach and chest until at last her lips met his mouth. Once again their tongues explored the inner warmth of each other's mouths, sucking and licking each other's faces, almost devouring each other in their passionate heat. His fingers worked at the clips on the front of her jeans; releasing the clasps and letting them drop to the floor around her ankles. With a quick flick of her foot, she sent the jeans flying across the room, sliding her hands up her thighs and hooking her fingers into the sides of her panties. Turning around with her back to him, she bent from the waist, slipping her panties down the length of her well formed legs, presenting him with a perfect view of her womanly delights. Wes stepped back a little, his eyes drinking in every movement her body made, feasting on every delicious inch of her flesh. Wes could take no more; he was starving for the taste of her. Taking her gently by the hips, he leaned her forward over the table, falling to his knees behind her and breathing deep the scent of her womanly juices. He reached out with the tip of his tongue, tasting her, feeling the shudder than ran through her body as he touched her tender folds of skin, but he wanted more. Reaching for a chair, he pulled it closer, lifting one of her feet onto the seat and opening her wetness up to him fully. He opened her wide, gazing into her silky depths before plunging his tongue deep into her hole, licking and sucking the ample moisture from her glistening folds. She moaned sweetly, lifting herself a little higher to meet his searching tongue, her legs trembling beneath her. Wes was like a man possessed, taking her by her hips and pushing his face hard into her, smothering himself in her exquisite femininity. Leaning further over the table, Liz shifted her weight onto her arms, her legs threatening to give out beneath her trembling body. Rolling her over and pushing her back onto the table a little, Wes kicked the chair closer, sitting between her thighs, spreading her legs wide and returning to the task of devouring her delicious juices. Liz gripped the edge of the table, trying to keep from wiggling as he plunged his tongue into her again and again. Her body taking on a mind of it's own, crying out for more, but wishing this tender torture would never stop. When his fingers joined his tongue in exploring her luscious folds, Liz's body exploded, lifting and gyrating as sweet release consumed her. Wave after wave of exquisite pleasure rippled through her, her juices spilling forth and coating Wes's tongue in thick sticky sweetness. Getting to his feet and kicking the chair away, his erect manhood long and hard, pointing in the direction of its desired destination. Liz eyed his erection with hungry eyes, spreading her legs a little wider and running her fingers over her already throbbing clit. Taking his cock in his hand, Wes rubbed it over her wet folds, moving it over her clit and back down to her welcoming opening. Slowly he pushed in the head, Liz's back arching to accept him willingly, but he pulled it away again, teasing her with his smooth knob. She moaned, wanting, needing more, and he was more than ready to give it to her. Rubbing the head around her entrance once more, he pushed him self in just a little, pulling back and pushing in a little further, filling her love cavity with slow, deliberate strokes, letting her warmth and wetness enfold him. He groaned soft and low as she engulfed him completely, holding back his own urge to release his heated load deep inside her. Increasing his pace, pushing into her deeper and faster with every thrust, his thick shaft filling her to capacity. Leaning forward over her, he cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples between his fore finger and thumb, making her cry out with the thrill of the increased stimulation. Again and again he drove his hard shaft into her depths, lifting her pleasure to even greater heights, her hands reaching out and digging her fingers into his forearms. Panting and moaning, tossing her head from side to side, she cried out his name, "Yes Wes, oh God yes, more Wes, more, harder, fuck me Wes, Fuck me harder." Her words were all that was needed to tip him over the edge, taking him to the pinnacle of his pleasure zone and sending him soaring on waves of pure pleasure. Deep within her love canal, his throbbing cock pumped shot after heated shot of creamy seed into her, her own body responding with anything orgasmic release. Just when he though it could get no better, he virginal walls began to contract, squeezing his shaft, milking him of ever drop is his many juices. With one final thrust, his body drained from its great release, he sat back on the chair, pulling her to him and sitting her on his lap. He could feel the warm sticky juices running from her as she cuddled into him, his arms enfolding her, holding her close and delighting in their bonding. Lifting her chin and looking deep into her eyes, Wes looked for the right words to say. "Liz, I know this is a little sudden, but I have never met anyone like you, and the thought of not being with you drives me crazy. Liz, would you be mine? Would you be my girl?" A Lesson in Love Her heart almost burst at the joy she felt with his words. "Oh Wes, yes. Yes." A Lesson In Love I was a newbie at Chabot College in Hayward, CA. Having graduated from Hayward High, I was ready to become a woman and take on the responsibilities for making my life all that it could be. I had made it through my high school years with my virginity intact and was damned proud of it. I had been offered a spot on the cheer team because of my sister Renée's position. She was the second in command and it was her idea that her little sister does not have to try out, since I'm that good. So the captain came to our last high school game to see me in action. She liked what she saw and offered the position to me right there on the spot. I was thrilled. I even wanted to pledge a sorority. It was my goal to experience the college life. For the most part, life was good and I only saw it getting better. Renée called me one Saturday night to tell there was a back to school party happening with the Phi Lambdas Theta Sorority House and that she wanted me to meet Gladys. This was the night that changed my life; it was the night that I met Bradley. ~~*~~*~~*~~ "Girl, get your ass in gear!" Renée yelled. "I'm coming; I just got to get my shoes on," I said, hopping as I put on my Michael Antonio Wedge pumps. "Shit, I told you 7! Why the hell do you wait until now to get ready? We're going to miss out on all the sexy men." She said using her compact mirror to check her makeup. "Damn I look good." "Let's go heifer. I'm ready now," I said grabbing my keys and opening the door. She rolled her eyes and walked out the door. I loved Renée but she was very self-absorbed. People said we looked a lot alike. She was tall like dad. Her 5'9 frame was lean and muscular. She seemed to be able to eat anything she wanted and wouldn't gain a pound. She had auburn hair that she highlighted with honey blond so it had definition and complimented her honey brown skin. She liked to wear very low cut shirts and very short skirts. She had long legs and her five inch stilettos kept them looking toned. The most gratitude I got from being her sister was that, while she was the tall slender one, I was the curvaceous one. She always complained about me not knowing how to use what the good Lord gave me. "Regina, the way you look is a crying shame. You waste what the good Lord gave you. I mean if I had your dimples, breast and ass...Let's just say, I would never sleep alone." She mused. "Nae, it's not about sex. It's about finding the one. Building something and laying it down so hard on him that he wants nothing more than you and what you share with him." "Well, hell, when you find him you're going to be so dried up, he ain't going to want that shit." She said rolling her eyes. "I'm just saying girl, put yourself out there and let the Cock God know you want it." "You just don't understand. I'm sure when the right one comes along he will thank me for not giving the cookies to every Tom, Dick and Harry." I said getting in the car. I hated when we had conversations like this because all I could think of is that my sister was a slut and one day, she would have to pay the bill for her promiscuity and she would be bankrupted by it. "Regi, please don't be acting too good tonight. If you see a guy that is interested in you, break him off a little sum'n sum'n. Don't act like your ass is brand new. I have a reputation to up hold. You got it." "I am nothing like you." I said, feeling the hairs on the back of my neck raise. "Don't I know it, but don't embarrass me, these are my friends." "What the fuck you want me to do? Jump in bed with the first guy that says 'hi' to me, because your ass is a slut." "Ah hell no, bitch, who the fuck do you think you are talking to? You got me twisted. I will. Kick. Your. Ass." She said turning to face me in the car. "Look Nae," I said trying to calm down, "I did not mean to disrespect you. However, you know that I am waiting until marriage to 'break off a little sum'n sum'n' to anyone. Please understand my wishes. I don't want you telling guys to come talk to me because your little sis needs some loving or anything else. It will happen when it happens." I said looking her in the eyes pleading with her to understand me. "Okay lil sis, but know this and I am just going to say it and then it's dropped like a bad habit. You need some dick and you might lighten the fuck up and live a bit." She said turning to start the car. She turned to look at me then we both laughed. The tension in the car vanished. Renée and I got into fights like this a lot. She thought I was wasting the best years of my life being celibate and waiting for a man like dad to come along and marry me. She was convinced that mom and dad were a rarity and not everyone found that one true love. Although Renée looked like dad and had a lot of his attributes, I was the daddy's girl and as quiet as it was kept, I wanted what my mother had...I wanted a man to love me like my dad loved my mom. My mom was a virgin at 27 when she met my dad and on their wedding night it was the first time that she had given herself completely to a man. My mother would always say, "Baby, there was nothing like it. Your dad cried because he was so honored to be the first to unwrap the gift between these legs. I have never had to wonder about him from that moment on. This...," she said pointing to her sex, "baby is shaped to his penis. Truth be known, he can't get enough." I would always blush when she said it, but I wanted it. I was dead set on having it too. ~~*~~*~~*~~ When we arrived to the party there was just so much going on. People were outside dancing on the lawn. The music was loud and thumping. You could smell the weed in the air and there were about 30 kegs of beer in the driveway. The party was in full effect and that was just the outside. When we entered the sorority house, it was standing room only. We squeezed our way over to a group of girls that were talking loud and very animated. Nae said, "I want you to meet Gladys," over her shoulder and grabbed my hand so not to lose me in the crowd. I had been to parties before but this was like no party I had ever been to. There were people everywhere. In one corner, a guy and girl were going at it as though they were the only ones in the place. Others were making out on the couches. I shuddered to think what was going on upstairs. Others were taking lines of cocaine and there was a light haze from cigarette smoke. "What's good?" Nae was saying as we arrived to the group of girls. "This is my lil sis, Regi, well her name is Regina but we call her Regi for short." The girls looked over my sister's shoulder at me and all said hi. Except one, she looked me up and down and said, "Nae, so this is your sister?" "Yep." Renee said dismissively. She had already started scouting the room for her potential conquest for the night. "Damn, I thought there were going to be men here tonight. These boys would not know how to hit it if I gave them a bat." "I'm Gladys. I wanted to meet you. I hear you want to pledge a sorority," she said while giving me her full attention. "Yes, that is one of my goals." "You should stop by the house tomorrow. I can show you what we do and you can meet some of the other girls. We might be exactly what you are looking for." She said smugly. "Tonight we party." ~~*~~*~~*~~ Shortly after my little conversation with Gladys, I saw him. He was a smooth caramel chocolate with flawless skin. His dark brown eyes were deep with thought. He full lips were just inviting a soft kiss. I felt a tingle in the pit of my stomach. His 6'4 frame was thin but you could see that he worked out. His arms had the definition of an athlete. I exhaled and stared as though I was being hypnotized by his presence. When our eyes met, I could feel my body betray me. My nipples hardened, my knees got weak and my panties became moist. I knew that I was in trouble. He smiled at me and turned away. He must have told his friends something because he looked back my way and started heading over to me. I caught my breath and grabbed Renee's arm. "Shit Regi, what the fuck! That shit hu..." She was interrupted when I pointed to the Adonis walking my way. "Hello," his deep baritone voice was music to my ears. "Hi," I said as I blushed and look away. "Would you like to dance?" "Who me?" I said pointing to myself like an idiot. "Who else would I be talking to?" He mused. "Umm sure?" "Are you asking me or telling me?" "I...I mean sure." It was a statement not a question. He smiled and extended his hand to me. He led me to the dance floor and as soon as we were there the music changed and the DJ was saying here's one for the lovers in house as we slow things down just a bit. Then the music to "Fire and Desire" came on. Yep I was in trouble. ~~*~~*~~*~~ Three Months Later It's been three months since I first saw Bradley. We have been inseparable ever since. He is such a great guy. He helps me study for quizzes and reminds me to do my reading for my Psych class. More importantly than that, he makes sure that I am not cooped up in my dorm room. I am inspired by his dreams and mesmerized by how he does exactly what he says he will do. I guess you can say that I am falling for this guy hard. I can tell that I am getting under his skin too. We just started kissing. We kiss when we greet each other and right before we leave each other. It's so endearing how he is not rushing me to have sex with him, although my body is screaming to have him balls deep inside of me and pounding me over and over again. I just know when we finally do make love, the heavens will sing. Our love is a special kind. ~~*~~*~~*~~ I was sitting in my dorm room trying to study for a Psych quiz, but I could not concentrate. Even though it was early November it was about 75 degrees outside. It was a beautiful fall day and I wanted to be at the park or at least with my man. He was at football practice and would not be available for another two hours. I forced myself to push all thoughts aside expect for the notes in front of me. I looked down at my notes and began to read aloud. I was interrupted by the phone ringing; I got excited because I thought it might be Bradley saying they got out of practice early since they had won their first two games in the preseason. I was disappointed when I saw the caller id. "Hello?" I said a little too calm. "Well hello sunshine." "Oh, hey Gladys." "Guess I was not the person you thought I was, huh?" "Oh no. Well, yeah, I thought it was Bradley." "So, how are you and star athlete getting along?" "Oh good. What's up?" "Well, I was just calling about the fundraiser. Is everything in place?" "Mm, yep. I got the cupcakes ordered - all 2500 of them, and I'll stop by the bank in the morning to get 100 one dollar bills for change. Marcia has the tables and Bradley and few of his teammates will help us set up and take them down." I rehearsed. "What about the tablecloths, napkins and signs?" "Oh, Renee is getting the table cloths and napkins as we speak and Jody got the drama club to do all the signs." "Well, sounds like you have been a busy bee. You know this fundraiser has to be a success. It's your final test to see if we will welcome you into the sorority with open arms. Even though you made it through pledge week, to finalize it, all pledges have to do a major fundraising event, so good luck to you." "Thanks Gladys, will we see you there?" "But of course," she said laughing. "Ok then see you there." "Bye." She said hanging up the phone. When we got off the phone, I went back to reading my notes. I could not help but think about Bradley and when we would get together again. I knew he was going to be at the fundraiser and I thought I would invite him to a movie later that evening. I just wanted to be with him. ~~*~~*~~*~~ When I got to the fundraiser, everything was set up. The banner hanging over our table was exactly what I had described to Renee. I would have to thank her. All the table cloths were in place, the cups, napkins and paper dessert plates were at the end of the table neatly stacked. The cupcakes would be delivered in about 10 minutes. I went over to see if there was anything left to do with the set up. "Hey you guys, everything looks great. Is there anything else we need to get done?" "Hey Regi, we just need to hang the signs in the hallways and at each entrance." "Okay, let's do that and Marcia can stay to wait for the cupcakes to be delivered." Marcia reading her chemistry textbook looked up and nodded her head in agreement. We broke up into two teams and went in separate directions. As I turned the corner, I saw Bradley heading my way. My heart began to pound and my knees got weak. This man was going to be my undoing. I could feel my juices beginning to flow. He smiled when he saw me and gave me a nod. I waved back and blew him a kiss. He approached our group and slides his arm around my waist. "Hey you." "Hey" "What's good?" "We're about to hang the signs for the fundraiser. You wanna help us out?" "Sure sweetness," he said and kissed my cheek. He lingered just a bit longer than normal. I could feel the heat rising starting with my feet. He nudged my check with his nose and then whispered, "Let's hang out tonight." I turned my face toward him and simply said, "Okay," then he kissed my lips ever so softly, if I would have closed my eyes I would not have believed he kissed me. I handed him some signs and we parted. I fanned myself with the signs left in my hands and said to myself "Oh my god." During the fundraiser, Bradley and I kept looking and flirting with one another. He made sure all the boys from the football team and basketball team brought at least three cupcakes and even some of the wrestling, baseball and soccer teams came by because of him. I was so proud of my man helping me out. We all laughed when the cheer squad came over and paid for two cupcakes but ask us to donate them to someone who could not afford them. Bradley was our prize marketer, using his fame to get people to stop by and not only check us out but buy. By the end of the fundraiser, we had not only sold out but had made a hefty profit. Gladys was pleased with our endeavor and made sure that all the sisters knew how successful our fundraiser had been. We started cleaning up and Bradley came to steal me away. "Hey Baby, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the city with me tonight. There a house party that I was invited to." "Sure, what's the dress code?" "Just wear something sexy like you always do." He said slapping my ass as he kissed my cheek and walked away to help his team mates with the tables. ~~*~~*~~*~~ Bradley picked me up at my -dorm room around 6:30. I was not quite ready since my hair was not cooperating with me. In the end I just pulled it backed into a ponytail and used the curled ends to make a sloppy curly bun. When I came out of the bathroom, Bradley smiled and said "Damn, you look so fucking sexy." "Thank you." I said blushing. "You are very welcome. Are you ready?" "Yes, do you think I need a coat?" "It's a bit chilly out there I would grab one and, in San Francisco, I am sure it will be a little colder than here." "Okay give me a sec." When we got to the party, there were only two people that I knew other than Bradley. Gladys was there with her new guy, James. I waved at them as Bradley took my hand and we walked to the back of the house.