3 comments/ 22673 views/ 18 favorites Brittney: The First Encounter By: LKHendricks Some men seduce women with next to no effort. They can speak to a lady, make her laugh, get her phone number, then go on a date with her. In some cases, they get even more. Those types of men were very social; they usually went to exclusive nightclubs, had large social circles, and dressed fashionably. I wasn't like that; I've always been somewhat quiet and reserved. I didn't have—or want—a large circle of friends. I was fine with the one or two close comrades I had. I didn't care for nightclubs or fashion, either. Even when I was in high school, I enjoyed reading and writing far more than going to parties (not that I was cool enough to go to one). As a result of my unpopularity, I admired the beauties in my high school from afar, and watched as they paired up with guys who had more status and were more outgoing than I had been. Whenever I did muster up the courage to ask a young lady out, she would tell me that I made a better platonic friend than lover. I decided to go to a small school in the South, where I could get a fresh start. At first, I loved the school. My university was known for having some very beautiful scenery, and some of the most attractive women around. I saw many young ladies going to school in very fine clothes, as though we were all part of some fashion Mecca. Not to mention, I heard many of the girls talk about going to the school's fitness center to keep themselves in shape (and I certainly noticed their efforts). However, when I got there, much of the same dynamics were in play. Despite my attempts to be more outgoing, I still found myself relegated to outcast status. Even though some of the students didn't mind talking to me, many of them were interested in parties and drinking, as most college students tend to be. I suppose I was the atypical college student, since I wasn't partial to those things. As a result, I kept to myself, sitting alone, spending my spare time reading and writing. Once most of the other college kids saw me acting this way, many of them called me nerd, geek, lame, and loser, insults I grew familiar with in middle school and high school. That made me retreat further into myself and literature. Eventually, on our small campus, I became the pariah. But, I was all right with that. I wasn't the sort of person to care what most people think of me. I saw the countless beautiful women walking around my college campus, either walking with each other or holding hands with other guys—most of whom were in fraternities, on sports teams, or who were always at the parties, and sighed. Much like my earlier years, the girls weren't interested in a guy who didn't party or wasn't cool. Some girls were kind in rejecting me, while others were meaner. A handful ignored me altogether. Seeing such boundless beauty around the campus and knowing that none of the girls found me dateable was pure torture. One Monday, I arrived ten minutes early to my morning biology class and took my seat at the front of the room on the left side, the seat closest to the door. I took my paper and pens out of my backpack, watching the other students enter and take their seats on the other side of the room towards the back, starting conversations and gossip as the seats became filled. I heard a clicking noise outside the classroom, and immediately recognized it. Our school was known for having fashionable students—especially the girls—and there were always a few women who wore high heels to class, sometimes every day. The clicking grew louder, and soon a pretty, slender, brown-skinned girl carrying one of those huge handbags passed through the doorway. She was wearing a white T-shirt, slim blue jeans, and as expected, a pair of beige high heels. I rose an eyebrow; I didn't recall seeing her before, but then again, since I sat in the front in my classes, I didn't know who most of the people in my classes anyway. "Good morning," she said as she passed my desk, a bright smile on her face. At first, I didn't respond. Even though I was in the South, and people usually spoke, I wasn't sure if she was speaking to me. There were a few times when I thought a girl was speaking or waving to me, but it was really another person near me. I said "good morning" back to her in a quiet tone, and she smiled a little brighter and went to her desk on the other side of the room, talking with some of the students over there. The professor r came in a few seconds after her and began the lecture. I paid attention and took notes as usual, while the other students in the class goofed off. The teacher reminded us that we had a quiz on Friday and told us to study hard, which I always did, though I didn't need to; much of the information I still remembered from high school. After class, I gathered my things, then went through another day reading, writing, and studying. On Wednesday, I got to biology fifteen minutes early and took a seat in my usual spot, then got ready, losing myself in thought. The other students walked through the door and took their seats, chatting amongst themselves. I just read the biology textbook, reviewing for the quiz, drowning out the background chatter. In the distance, I heard the familiar clip-clop of high heels again. I'm not sure what it was about that sound, but it always got my attention. I looked up, and soon, the girl from the other day walked in, this time wearing a pair of high-heeled black boots. Again, she looked me in the eyes and said "good morning," then asked me how I was doing, though it was really more of a formality; she didn't want to stay and talk. I told her I was doing fine, then she passed by and took her seat. The teacher came in and began the lecture, and I took notes the whole period. That Friday, I got to class early and sat down in my usual seat. The other students came in, talking about how much they were dreading the quiz. Some of them went partying for Thirsty Thursday and forgot to study, I thought. I took my book out and reviewed for the quiz just in case, stopping only when I heard the sound of high heels on the wooden floor. Once again, it was the slim, brown-skinned girl. This time, she walked a little closer to my desk when she passed by my desk. "Good luck on the quiz!" she said, a smile on her face. "Thanks, same to you," I said. She went over to her seat and started reviewing. The professor came in and distributed the ten-question quiz. It could have taken me more than a few minutes to do; since I reviewed a lot for it, I knew the answer to every question on it. Then, after everyone was done, she started the fifty-minute lecture. Before we left, she reminded us that we had an exam next Friday. I jotted it down in my schedule before packing my belongings and walking out. On the way to my next class, I thought about the svelte, attractive girl who had been greeting me all this week, then chuckled. She was just being friendly, I thought. She might have been one of those girls who was just friendly, even to people who weren't really popular. Still ... I did like those greetings, as brief as they were. She had an immense elegance about her, and I loved interacting with beautiful women, no matter how brief it may be. Though I wished our interactions would be longer ... ***** Next Monday, I sat in my usual chair and got ready for class. The other students came in and started talking about the parties and clubs they went to over the weekend, laughing as they exchanged stories. I listened for the clicking of high heels, but didn't hear it this morning. When the professor came in and the class went on, I figured the girl who had been greeting me all those mornings wouldn't be coming to school today. Even though it was just a short cordiality, I still disliked not seeing a familiar, friendly (and beautiful) face. We got our quizzes back, and as I thought, I had a perfect score. I put the quiz away and waited for the teacher to finish passing out the quizzes and when she finished with that and began the lecture, I made sure to pay attention to ready myself for Friday's test. At 12:30, I finished lunch and walked to the library to do some studying. I went to the third floor and sat near one of the windows, enjoying the sunshine and looking out of the window every so often. Several students passed by, many of them girls wearing short, tight tube skirts, formfitting dresses, and sandals, laughing with each other or with tall, popular, athletic guys. I figured I might as well review for the biology exam coming up. I took my biology book out and read the chapter corresponding to our test. A few minutes later, I heard someone say, "Excuse me." I looked up from my textbook and when I saw who it was, I smiled. It was the girl who had been exchanging short pleasantries with me last week. She was wearing some blue jeans, a black T-shirt, and her black high-heel boots again, making her look leggy. I hadn't noticed her hair, but it was short, and though I preferred longer hair, I still felt that short hair suited her. "You're in my biology class, right?" I nodded. "You were there today, right? Do you know what we did?" "Yeah. I'll give you my notes." I fished inside of my backpack and took out a sheet of paper with my notes on it and handed it to her. "Thanks," she said, taking it. "It's no problem. You can hold on to it for a while, if you want. Are you going to be in class on Wednesday?" She laughed. "Yes. I would have been in class today, but sometimes, the buses run late." I rose an eyebrow. "Oh, you commute to school?" She nodded. "Hmm. I thought you lived on campus." "No. I'm actually a transfer student," she said, then after a short pause, she laughed. "I'm sorry; I'm here asking you for favors and I haven't even introduced myself. That must make me look terrible." "It's all right." I grew accustomed to that over the years. "My name's Brittney," she said. "I'm Marcus." "Marcus, do you do well in biology?" "Yeah. I haven't gotten less than a "B" on anything, and I got a perfect score on the quiz the professor just handed back. Why? Do you need some help?" She nodded. "I do. I'm doing all right, but ... my grades in that class could be a little better." Brittney handed me back my notes. "Do you think you could go over this with me? And maybe we could meet later this week to review some more as well. I mean, if you're not busy." I looked at her and shrugged. "No, that's fine. I don't mind helping. Take a seat." I pointed to the chair next to mine, and Brittney lowered herself into it, crossed her legs, and took a notebook out of her bag, then we got to work. I spent a little over an hour reviewing biology concepts with her. During our study session, I got a better look at her and found her appearance captivating. Brittney's brown-eyed gaze was most arresting, though gentle. I found a kind warmth shining within her eyes, and when she laughed, I noticed a smile that could brighten even the most dour of moods, along with some dimples. I complimented her on them, and to my surprise, she told me she was self-conscious about them. "I'm not sure what you have to be self-conscious about," I said. "You're a beautiful girl, and you seem like you have a good head on your shoulders." "You really think I'm beautiful?" she said, crossing her legs and leaning in. I nodded, smiling. "Well, thank you. I've always wished I had a bigger butt and breasts. I got teased a lot for being skinny." I shrugged. "I find you attractive; I like slim, tall girls. To be honest, I find many different body types attractive." She laughed at that, and said I was the typical guy. "I'd also say that a part of a woman's beauty lies in her character, not just her appearance." Brittney smiled. "You know, when you said that, I got the feeling you really meant it. Thank you, Marcus." "Hey, what are you up to tomorrow?" "I have two classes, but I'm done at one. Why?" "Would you like to ... umm, meet in the student center and have lunch tomorrow?" I asked, looking at the floor as I did so. Brittney smiled, and tore a piece from her sheet of paper and wrote her name and phone number on it, then passed it to me. "Sure, that would be fine. Just text me tomorrow." "Oh, you spell your name differently; most people spell it B-R-I-T-T-A-N-Y." "Yeah. My mother wanted to be different," she said. "Anyway, I should be going. I have to get to work, but I'm looking forward to hanging out with you." I stood up as she did, and we embraced, then she picked her handbag up and walked away. I sat back in the chair for a moment, then went to the window and saw her walk across the street to the bus stop. I clenched the piece of paper in my hand, then took my phone out and entered her information, then folded the piece of paper and slid it into my pocket. Tomorrow afternoon couldn't come soon enough. ***** I got out of class on Tuesday at 11:30. I waited an hour, then sent Brittney a text message, stating who I was and making sure we were still on for lunch. About a minute later, she sent one back stating that we were, and she'd be in the student center in a little bit. Another message came twenty minutes later, asking me where I was sitting. I told her I was sitting in the private booths near the entrance. I got my lunch, a burger and fries, then sat at the table towards the back of the room. Moments later, I heard the clicking of high heels, then saw Brittney approach my table carrying two slices of pizza, a salad, and a smoothie on a tray. I stood up, set her tray down for her and gave her a hug, then told her she looked beautiful. She wore a small T-shirt, low-rise blue jeans, and some high heels, the shoes making her two heads taller than me. "Thank you," she said. We both took a seat. "So, how has your day been going?" "Pretty good. How about yours?" "Wonderful." I took the ketchup bottle and squirted some onto my plate, then dipped some fries into it. "Yesterday, you said you had a job. Where do you work?" "I'm a receptionist in the local hospital. I'm a nursing major, so it was best for me to get a job seeing everything that goes on there. Also, when I graduate, they'll already know my name and face, and I'll already have a relationship with them. "What about you? What's your major?" "English, Business minor. I enjoy writing, and I want to learn the ins-and-outs of the publishing industry." "That's really interesting." She stared at me for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah, you do seem like a writer. You have that intellectual look." "I think it's the glasses." We both laughed, then ate and engaged in further small talk. I wasn't a big fan of light conversation, but having it with a beautiful woman made it all the more tolerable. She did most of the speaking, thankfully. Most of the time, I just stared into her brown eyes or looked at her dimples, revealing themselves every time she smiled. "How do you like our biology class?" she asked. "It's cool, I guess. Why?" "It's a lot of girls in there," she said. "I hear a few of the guys say they love all the eye candy in the room." I thought for a moment. "I guess so ... I haven't noticed that much. Other than the professor, you're the only person I'm really familiar with. I don't pay much attention to everyone in the room." Her eyes widened. "Really? I think it's hard to believe you haven't noticed all the girls in our class. It's like four or five girls to every guy. That's what they say the ratio is on campus." I shrugged and ate the remains of my burger. After swallowing, I said that many of the girls at the school weren't my type. "What is your type, then?" An expectant smile made its way across her face. Lowering my voice and slouching a little in my chair, I said I liked girls who were beautiful, but also mature and insightful; I usually heard most of the girls in the school talk about partying, what one of the athletes was doing, or something like that. Most of them weren't really interested in building a connection outside of those realms. "Not every girl's like that," she said. "I'm not much of a party girl." "Yeah, you don't really seem like one to me." Brittney paused, and ate one last forkful of salad, then sat up, flashing a half-smile. "So ... I'm your type, then," she said. "Well ... I ..." She touched me on the arm. "Don't worry. I think you're really attractive, too. Believe it or not, a few of the girls I sit near say that you're really attractive." "Really? Hmm," was all I could say. "Why are you so quiet, by the way? You don't talk much in class unless you're responding to the professor." Taking a deep breath and shrugging, I told her that was just how I am. I've always been quiet and focused on school, or writing. "Okay, then. Listen, are you free tomorrow and Thursday around this time? It would be good if we could study for biology after class, and we could hang out too, if you want." "Yeah, we can do that," I said. "Tomorrow, we can just meet in the library; I'll most likely be in the same place I was in on Monday, but I'll text you if someone else is in that spot and we have to find a new one." "All right." Brittney got up and threw her handbag over her shoulder, then picked up her tray. I rose from my bench and picked up mine, then we both walked to a nearby trash receptacle and threw our plates away, then set the trays on top. "I'll see you tomorrow," she said, giving me a hug. Caught off guard by the gesture, I put my arms about her and returned her embrace. When we parted, she looked into my eyes and giggled, then walked away, the clicks of her high heels echoing through the quiet atrium. I stood there, watching her until she was out of sight, then went in the opposite direction, a smile on my face. ***** On Wednesday and Thursday, the two of us ate lunch together and went over biology just as we planned, though in truth, Brittney was engaging me in more small talk than anything. She asked me a lot of things about myself: where I was from, what my childhood was like, how I was enjoying it at the school so far, what I liked to do in my spare time, and what my favorite foods were, among others. With all the questions she asked, it almost seemed as though I was the subject of study. I didn't have any issues with answering her questions, nor listening when she volunteered answers of her own. Though we weren't as on task as we could have been, I still found our time together fruitful. In the process, I learned much about Brittney: she was from the South, although a different state. She went to school in New Orleans for a year. She grew up with both of her parents, and she was only two years older than I was. The more I got to know Brittney, the more relaxed I became around her. She had a very refined, feminine disposition. She certainly fit the "Southern Belle" archetype: pretty, womanly, fashionable and cultured, yet she also had a down-to-earth vibe also. Most women of her caliber didn't usually talk to quiet, unpopular guys like me, but Brittney didn't have any issue. From all the questions, laughter, and subtle touches, she may have preferred it. On Thursday, as our studying session wound down, I asked her if she would be ready for the test tomorrow. "I should be," she said. "Thanks to you." "We did more talking than studying," I said. Brittney laughed. "Not like that's a bad thing. I like talking with you and spending time with you." "Oh, thanks." I stared at her and gulped. "Brittney, would you like to ... get together after the test tomorrow?" I exhaled silently and closed my eyes for a second. Asking a woman out made me anxious. It took considerable effort for me to muster up the courage to do it. "What did you have in mind?" she asked, crossing her legs and smiling. Brittney: The First Encounter "Umm ... how about dinner?" I was surprised she said yes. "I mean, I don't have a lot of money, but ..." "Hey, it's all right," she said, lowering her voice so that it was just above a whisper. "We can have dinner at my apartment. How's seven for you?" "That's good." "Perfect. She tore a piece of paper, and wrote something on it, then handed it to me. "That's my address. If you lose it, text me." "All right," I said, staring at her fine cursive handwriting, unable to believe she gave me her address. "I'm a bus ride away. If you need directions, just call me, and I can direct you to where I live. It's no problem." "I think I'll be able to find it." "Wonderful. Well, I have to get to work. I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow." We both rose, and she hugged me again, but this time, we let the embrace linger for a little while. When we parted, we both stood there, looking into each other's eyes. I stared at her lips and felt my body shaking a little bit. She smiled, then lowered herself a bit and kissed me on the cheek, whispered a soft "see you tomorrow," then picked up her purse and walked away. In the silence and seclusion of the library, I stood there, unable to move. While her kiss was quick, it still felt amazing. Girls have given me quick pecks on the cheek before, but that transcended a friendly kiss; that was one reserved for lovers, I thought. I sat back down, my head spinning, feeling anxious about tomorrow. I tried studying a little more, but closed my biology textbook, unable to get images of Brittney out of my mind. Focusing on tomorrow's biology exam would prove difficult. ***** The next morning, I arrived at my biology classroom fifteen minutes early and took a seat. The other students came in the room throughout the next few minutes, though this time, they took their textbooks out and studied. Assisting Brittney with her test preparations helped ready me for the exam as well, so I didn't feel the need to do any last minute review. Instead, I daydreamed about going over Brittney's apartment. This would be the first time I'd visit a girl, I realized. I swallowed, excited, yet nervous about our evening plans. What if Brittney wanted to ... become intimate? Of course, I wouldn't have an issue with that; I thought she was very attractive, kindhearted, and feminine—the quintessential girl next door, one might say. I found myself desiring her, imagining her slim, naked, brown body beneath me, hips bucking, long legs wrapped around my waist, moaning and yelling my name as I entered her. But why would she want me? I wasn't an athlete, in a fraternity, nor was I popular or even tall. I was just average height and a little on the scrawny side. Surely a girl like her would want to be with one of the cooler guys on campus, I thought. "Good morning." I looked up and saw Brittney standing in front of my desk, her dimpled smile bright and wide. I looked her up and down and stammered out a quick "good morning" back to her. This time, Brittney was wearing a tight yellow blouse and a high low skirt, showing the front of her beautiful brown legs. Her high heels, also yellow, made her appear even more lean and statuesque. Her lips were extra glossy, and she wore a little more makeup than normal. I felt my heartbeat quicken as I beheld her in all her feminine radiance. Before I could compliment her, she strutted to her desk on the other side of the room, the skirt covering the back of her legs. She sat down and took her textbook out her yellow handbag and began studying. She crossed her legs, and at that moment, I couldn't take my eyes away from her. I've always enjoyed the sight of a woman's legs for some reason, whether they're clad in stockings or bare, as Brittney's were. Even better if a woman wore high heels, as Brittney usually did. As she read her textbook, I studied her legs: the length, the shape, the color. I took a few breaths. I found her pretty before, but now, I believed her beauty beyond jaw-dropping. I seethed with desire seducing her, those long, brown legs wrapped around me as I entered her and thrusted. It was amazing; seeing an already beautiful woman in a more revealing outfit made my desire for her reach unparalleled heights. The professor came in and greeted us, shifting my attention away from Brittney's loveliness. She passed out our exam papers and Scantrons, and I got to work on mine, going through the questions without much trouble. During the test, when I was sure the professor wasn't looking, I stole glances at Brittney. Her every motion radiated beauty, from the rise and fall of her chest, to the subtle swinging of her legs. Since we were in the middle of an exam, I couldn't look long, but every second spent looking at her felt like an eternity. For one of these instants, Brittney must have felt my gaze on her; I saw her look up from her test and in my direction. I shifted my attention back to my paper, heart start pounding in my chest. I finished the exam, then gathered my belongings, picked up the test, walked to the front of the room and turned it in to the professor. As I went to the professor's desk, I surveyed the other students, still struggling with it, and settled my gaze on Brittney, then took one last look at her before I exited the room, my thoughts swirling. A half-hour before our meeting, I sent Brittney a text message asking if we were still on for dinner, and she replied with "Of course" almost instantly. She followed up by asking me if I needed directions, to which I replied "No. I know how to get there." Though I wasn't from the city, I had been on the bus a few times, and passed by Brittney's street a few times whenever I rode the bus to buy snacks from the grocery store. She sent back a "see you soon" followed by a smiley face. I walked to the bus stop and boarded it, paid the fare, then took a seat at the front. The entire ride, I fantasized about Brittney. I found her sexually attractive before, but now that I had seen more of her flesh, I found myself spiraling further into the dimension of raw lust. I had these feelings about women before, but never had they been so strong as they had been on the bus. I felt my pulse climb and my breath grow short as I envisioned Brittney in front of me just as she had been in that classroom. In the midst of fantasizing, I almost missed the stop. I pulled the cord just in time, then got off the bus and walked the short distance to Brittney's apartment complex. I still the slip of paper she wrote her address on. I took it out and looked at the numbers on the buildings, then took a deep breath when I reached the one belonging to Brittney. The front door had a panel with a few buttons on it. I pressed the one corresponding to Brittney, then heard a female voice ask who it was. "It's Marcus," I said. "Okay, I'll buzz you in," the voice said. Shortly after, I heard a loud ring. I pulled on the door handle, then walked inside and up the stairs, stopping my climb when I reached the third floor. My heart hammering in my chest, I edged closer to Brittney's door and tapped it a few times. When I didn't hear a response, I knocked a little harder, then saw the door give way. "Hey, Marcus. Come in," Brittney said. I did so, trying my best to keep my attention from her lower body; she still wore her revealing yellow outfit from earlier. "You're a few minutes late. Did you have some problems finding my apartment?" "No, not really." She closed and locked the door behind me. "Do you live here by yourself?" She nodded. "Yeah. I like my privacy. Let's get out of the doorway. You can take a seat in the living room. I'm just in the middle of cooking." I looked around Brittney's living room, then found a glass table against the back wall with two chairs across from each other with placemats in front of them and some forks and spoons lying on top of napkins. I pulled out one of the chairs and sat, then took a look at the living room, noticing everything in it. It was a standard apartment, for the most part. Since Brittney, like me, was in college, I wasn't expecting much decoration, and she really didn't have much, except for cushions and a throw cover on her couch, and a few pictures of who I guessed were family members hanging on the walls. She did have a TV and DVR atop an entertainment center, with an iHome dock for an iPod below it. Brittney walked back into the kitchen, her high heels clicking on the floor tiles. The apartment was hot from the heat of her stove, in the midst of her cooking, Brittney said I could open a window if I needed to, but I told her I was okay. I took a few deep breaths, unable to believe I sat in her living. Moments later, she came out with two plates with some of her food on them, and set mine in front of me, then went to the other end of the table carrying hers. We started eating, and engaging each other in light conversation in between bites of food. "This is really good, Brittney," I told her after swallowing some chicken. "Thank you. I figured you'd want some home-cooked food," she said. "I've heard the food in the cafeteria isn't that great." "That's an understatement." We both laughed. "Believe me, you have no idea how much I appreciate this." She smiled and said it was no problem. For the rest of the dinner, she did most of the talking. I was just content to listen to her, while occasionally sneaking peeks at her legs underneath the table, which were crossed. I felt my pants tighten as I beheld them, though I tried not to look flustered. I made sure to keep my eyes locked with hers, nodding to show I was listening. "You're awfully quiet," she said as we neared the end of the meal. "Is everything all right?" I took another bite and swallowed. "Yeah, everything's fine. I'm enjoying this dinner." "You seem a little nervous. And ... distracted." "No, I'm fine." "Hmm. All right." We finished eating, and she took our plates into the kitchen and washed them and took a seat on her couch, then motioned for me to join her. I got up from the table and crept over to the couch, then sat on the cushion next to hers. Brittney got up and went to turn a lamp on, then returned to the couch and sat closer to me and crossed her legs again, our thighs just centimeters away from each others now. Despite that, I did my best to keep my eyes on hers. "The sun sets really fast around here," she said. "Yeah, I don't think that's something I'll ever get used to." "But I think it's a good thing. I like the nighttime. It's dark and ... mysterious. Don't you think?" I nodded. "Why don't I get us some drinks? Would you like some water? Juice? Or maybe some wine?" "Water's fine," I said. "All right, then." She rose from the couch and went back into the kitchen, and came back out with two glasses filled with water. She handed me one, then sat back down and drank. I downed the water quickly, and she just told me to set the glass down on the carpet for now. I did so. "I figured you could use something to drink. You seem a little on edge. Is this your first time in a girl's apartment?" I nodded, which made her giggle. "How was the test today?" I changed the subject, trying to ease some of the tension. "It was fine, since you helped me and all. Speaking of biology class, I noticed you looking at me." I paused for a moment, then figured it would be best not to deny my actions. "How could you tell?" "You know, girls can tell when a guy's looking at them. Besides, it's not like you were discreet about it." My eyes bulged. She giggled again, and put her hand on my arm. "Marcus, don't worry about it. I wanted to wear something nice to ... give you a little preview. How do you like it?" She stood up and moved in front of me, then stood with one of her hands on her hips, then turned around, showing me the back of the outfit. "It's great," I said when she faced me again. "Why do you like it? Give me some details," Brittney said, smiling. "Well, it shows some skin in the front, but it leaves something to the imagination too." That made her grin widen. "I like when girls wear those types of outfits." "That's good to know. I was a little worried that this skirt might be a bit too revealing in the front, but I'm glad you liked it." She sat next to me on the couch again, this time our thighs were touching. "So, Marcus ... do you think I'm sexy?" My mouth dropped. I looked her up and down, then stopped at her face. She grinned, her dimples showing. "Y-yes, Brittney, you're sexy." She giggled, and put her hands on my thigh. I jumped a little. "You're sexy too, Marcus." "Thanks," was all I could belt out. "So ... were you thinking about me over the last few days?" I nodded, gulping. "Mmm-hmm. And when you were thinking about me, what was I doing?" I stammered for a bit and felt a bit lightheaded. Before I could answer, Brittney moved even closer. "Was I doing ... this?" she asked, before planting a kiss on my lips. She then pulled me in closer to her, and as our lips touched, I felt warmth emanating from her flesh. Feeling nervous, I put my hand on the top of her back and opened my mouth, letting her tongue enter and intertwine with mine. I closed my eyes and relaxed my muscles, letting the power of the kiss take over. Brittney parted the kiss, then removed my glasses, setting them on the coffee table. "That's better," she said, kissing me again. This time, she told me to lie down, and as I did so, she straddled me, kissing me even more passionately. I tried to fight off my excitement, but to no avail. Brittney sat up, still on top of me, looking deep into my eyes. "Do you want me, Marcus?" "Y-yes," I said, breathing heavy. "Did you want me in class earlier today? When we studied? When you first saw me?" I said yes to all of those. Brittney giggled, then pulled me up, still keeping herself on my lap. Our faces were so close, I could feel her breath on my skin and smell the faint, pleasing sweetness of her lotion. "I've wanted you ever since we've been studying." She brushed her index finger across my chest. "Why didn't you ask me out sooner? I would have said yes." "Well, it's just ... I was nervous." "Nervous? What would you have to be nervous about?" "Well, I'm not super-tall, or athletic, or ..." She put her finger on my lips. ÒNone of that matters to me. Brittney leaned in and gave me a series of quick pecks on the lips, then stopped and stared into my eyes. "Marcus ... are you a virgin?" I peered into her brown eyes, and swallowed hard, then nodded. She giggled, and kissed me again. "Do you want me to be your first?" "Mmm-hmm." "All right, then. Follow me." Brittney got off of me and stood up, then helped me off the couch. She led me out of the living room and into her bedroom. We both sat on the bed again, and just like before, she laid me down and straddled me, planting a kiss on my lips. I felt her tongue press against my mouth. I opened it, allowing her tongue and mine to meet. I rested my left hand on the small of her back and the right on the back of her head, pulling her closer to me. As we kissed, I felt my dick pressing into the front of my slacks, and into her. She sat me up and moved me to the headboard of her bed, then undid my pants and slid her hand along my length and kissed me again. I let out a moan as she did so. Her smooth, brown hands trailed along the shaft, stroking it gently as our tongues touched. I took my hands and undid her blouse, sliding it off, revealing a yellow bra. I fumbled a bit, unsure how to unhook it, getting it after a little while. I stared at her brown breasts, not large, but still beautiful nonetheless. Her nipples protruded, the image of them amazing. I parted our kiss, moving from her lips to her neck, sucking on it gently, making her moan. "That feels so good, Marcus," she said, exhaling. I continued doing that, then moved to her chest, planting kisses on the area just below her neck, before going directly to her breasts. I put my lips on the right one, leaving kiss after kiss on it which made her sounds of pleasure grow louder. I moved to the underside of the breast and gave that a quick peck and licked it with my tongue, which made her squeal. When I moved to the nipple and touched it with my tongue, she almost jumped. "Go a little easier there," she whispered. I did as she said, licking it lighter and slower, and when her moans became pleasurable again, I worked at that intensity before switching to the next one, doing the same it to it. I looked at Brittney's hands, stroking my length, more and more fluid oozing from the head. I had do everything in my power not to shift our positions, hike her skirt up, and take her right there. Instead, I kept working on her nipple, then moving down to her stomach, kissing that as well. Brittney slid my pants off, leaving nothing but my boxers and her skirt in-between our lower bodies. I moved my hands to her skirt and removed it, leaving her clad in only her yellow panties and high heels. I stopped for a moment and beheld her phenomenal, brown body. Every inch of that woman was beautiful, I thought. She removed my shirt, then told me to sit up on the edge of the bed. I did as she instructed, then watched as she went to her knees. My eyes bulged as she removed my boxers and placed them on the floor. She stared at my dick, then planted kisses on the head, licking the pre-cum off it. "You taste so good, Marcus," Brittney said, looking up at me and smiling. Then, she opened her mouth and took me inside, rotating her tongue along the length. The sensation sent shivers through my body. I gasped, exhaled, and shook. Seeing her close her eyes while exerting such effort to pleasure me was by far one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen. She bobbed her head up and down and hummed. I closed my eyes and melted into the sensations of her lips around me. Her sucking motions grew in intensity. It took all the control I had not to thrust my hips forward. Instead, I relaxed myself as she pleasured me. Moaning, I put my hands on the back of head, and pushed her a little closer to me. Unused to the feeling, I knew it wouldn't be long before my orgasm. As she ran her tongue along the underside of my dick, I felt my entire body shudder, then I climaxed, releasing stream after stream of my juices into her mouth. Brittney slid my dick out of her mouth and swallowed, making me gasp. I hadn't expected her to do that; I heard most women didn't like the taste of it. She moved her mouth closer to my dick, then licked the excess juices off and got on to the bed and kissed me on the cheek. "Warn me next time you come, Marcus," she said. "You ... liked that?" She nodded. "I only swallow for guys I like." The brown-skinned beauty laid down and beckoned me closer. I moved to her, and this time, I focused on her lower body, alternating between kissing and stroking her legs and thighs, by far my favorite feature of hers. The smoothness of her brown skin was nothing short of amazing. I went all the way down to her ankles, stopping just at her feet, making sure to leave her high heels on, then back up to her thighs, going all the way up to her crotch, still covered by her yellow panties, now soaked. I removed them, then continued kissing her thighs, making her moan even louder. I moved to her stomach, trailing my tongue along her abdomen, then used my fingers to explore her newly exposed area. Since this was my first time getting intimate with a woman, I used the sounds of her moans to determine where and how to touch her. She shouted "Right there!" when I touched the spot just above her vaginal opening. I rubbed the area around it slowly, moving my kisses up to her breasts again, putting my face in between both of them. Brittney: The First Encounter I felt her legs shake and saw her throw her head back, then shout that she was about cum. I continued rubbing and kissing her, then with a yell, she climaxed, then relaxed her muscles. I continued to plant kisses all over her body, spending extra time on her legs. "Your legs are amazing," I said, stopping my kisses for a moment, then refocusing on them. After a few moments of that, I moved up to her and stared into her eyes, shaking a little. "Fuck me," she commanded, her voice barely above a whisper. Sitting up a little and spreading her legs. "I want you inside me, Marcus." I looked at her and took a deep a breath, then got on top of her, careful not to put all of my weight on her. I planted a my lips upon hers, then rubbed on her thighs, and felt her hands on my back. When I felt myself become fully erect, I moved my hands, braced myself, looked into her eyes, and slid into her. Immediately as I entered her, she moaned my name. I went further into her, amazed at how tight, wet, and hot her opening was. I slid out slowly, then went back in, going deeper each time, establishing a slow rhythm. Brittney's nails dug into my back as I fucked her; the pain inspiring me to go faster. "Oh, yes!" she cried out. "Marcus, keep going!" I couldn't believe I was finally losing my virginity, especially to a girl as beautiful as Brittney. Our brown bodies grew hot and sweaty, the smell of our sweat filled the air, and our moans echoed. My entire life, I waited for this moment, and now, I had finally known the pleasures of a woman. I slowed down, trying to prolong the moment, though Brittney yelled for me to go faster and harder. I increased the speed and intenseness of my thrusts, serenaded by her moans of satisfaction. Brittney's shouts of "Yes, Marcus, yes!" grew louder, and I felt her wrap her long, smooth brown legs around my waist. In the midst of all the passion, I took in every sight: her impassioned face, her rising and falling chest, her arms around me, and her legs around me, and did my best to delay my oncoming orgasm. However, when I saw my dick disappear into her, I felt electricity run down my spine and blood rush through my body. "Brittney, I'm about to come!" I shouted. I felt Brittney's legs squeeze my waist as she begged for me to come inside of her. With one powerful thrust, I went as deep inside of her as I could, and exploded, jets of my seed rushed into her body. I felt her walls contract around my dick, the suddenness making me moan as the last bit of my juices rushed into her. I remained inside of her after the waves of my orgasm subsided, locking my lips with hers. She opened her mouth, letting our tongues dance yet again. I closed my eyes and felt myself dissolve into the kiss, which seemed to last hours. It didn't take long for me to harden again. I looked at her, and began thrusting again. Brittney squeezed me with her legs and groaned, her nails digging into my back once more. I called out her name and moaned, my thrusts picking up speed and intensity. "Oh, God, yes!" she cried out, "Fuck me again!" I buried my head into her chest and licked the area between both of her breasts as I went further into her body. I lifted my head up and saw the passion on her face. Brittney gritted her teeth, threw her head back, arched her back, and released a scream which almost deafened me, then called my name, begging me to go faster. I increased the speed of my thrusts as much as I could, but I knew I wouldn't be able to last inside of this beauty for much longer. Pulling her into a passionate kiss, I continued thrusting into her, the sounds of my skin against hers and our moans echoing throughout the room. I took deep breaths, trying to hold on, but with each thrust, I drew closer and closer to my second climax. Brittney likely sensed this as well. "Come in me again!" she yelled as she moved her head, parting our kiss. Roaring her name, I pushed myself into her and released my seed into her beautiful brown body a second time, making sure to get every drop inside of her, then felt her legs vibrate and her body shudder again. We let the energy flow through our bodies, and when the orgasm ended, I slid out of her and rolled over, my breaths slow and heavy. I looked at Brittney, her chest falling, body still shaking, then kissed her on the cheek. "Marcus, that was amazing," she said, exhaling. "You're sure that was your first time?" "Y-yeah, it was." She kissed me. "So, what did you think?" I looked her up and down, admiring her brown body once more. "It was the best feeling I've ever had," I said. I still found myself unable to believe what just transpired. I never would have imagined that Brittney, a girl who I had studied with, whose feminine beauty was intimidating, would be the girl who I would lose my virginity to. I dreamed of the first time I would be inside of a woman since for years, and now, my dreams were a reality. After a little more pillow talk, I pulled the blanket over both of us and closed my eyes. "What do you want for breakfast tomorrow?" I heard Brittney ask, yawning. "How about pancakes?" "Pancakes it is. Goodnight, Marcus. I'll see you in the morning." I stayed with her the rest of that weekend, and visited her many others after that, and each time, our liaisons grew more passionate than the last. While I lacked experience, I grew accustomed to Brittney's body, learning the ways she liked to be kissed, touched, caressed, and fucked. During the week, there were quite a few times in my classes when I daydreamed about her, and every often, she would send text messages to me, just to say hello and see how I was doing, or sometimes, I'd call her just to hear her voice. Biology class was the hardest to get through; in many cases, she'd wear a skirt or dress that showed some of her legs, along with her usual high heels. Every so often, she'd send a racy text message during our class together, and then she'd wink once I checked my phone. As time went on, though, Brittney eventually moved back to her home state, since there were more opportunities waiting for her there. though we shared one final, passion-filled weekend together before she left. I hated to watch her leave, but I promised I'd visit her if I ever got the chance. Even though my campus was filled with beautiful women, and I'd encounter more, I would always remember Brittney, the brown-skinned beauty whom I shared my first intimate moments with.