I really get a kick out of Mary. She is so straight. I mean, she means what she says, doesn´t fool around with games. I thought up the panties-on-the-hook thing, and who was the first to use it? Mary. I love it. And hearing her laugh when she comes is another kick. And, I wasn´t far behind.
I have basically the same courses as Mary, but we aren´t in any of the same sections. Instead of her Statistics, I have Business 101, that´s the only difference. I don´t want to deal with the heavy ends of math. I´d been looking around the classes for possible study partners, but without much luck. Once she found an economics partner I started looking for someone who can handle history or something like that. My history section is in the afternoon, and the first session was on Wednesday of the first week. Wednesday and Thursday classes back to back don´t give you much prep time.
Mary and I had been able to keep our classes clear of Friday afternoons and Saturdays. I figured we´re going to need the weekends to prepare for the next week´s classes. Not all weekend, but if we mix study with some weekend fun, we should be able to keep a group together.
I decided to start school off a little differently. Nearly all the women were wearing jeans all the time. I decided I´d wear a skirt or dress at least the first week or so. Look a little different, maybe attract a different crowd. So, by that Wednesday, I was wearing a full khaki skirt and my brother´s white shirt with the sleeves rolled. I sat on the center aisle in the Economics lecture hall, about half way up. You could see my calves, nothing else, but I really got a lot of eyeballs from the guys. Some of the girls, too.
A guy came up the steps and slid into the next seat. He had a big bag of books with him and had to dig around to find his notes. He had a copy of Samuelson, our Econ text, and something that looked a lot like Mary´s statistics workbook. It was still a few minutes till class started,
“You´ve got a heavy course load, there.”
“Pretty typical freshman stuff, really. They don´t give you much room to maneuver the first year. Thought I´d try statistics, though. I´ve got this thing about math – what little I know about it.”
“After that first economics class, I know a lot less than I started with. And the book isn´t all that helpful.”
“Not at first, no. But when you get into it, it makes some sense. Ever read Adam Smith?”
“No. He´s the guy who invented economics, isn´t he? I saw the book at home once, and tried to get into it, but the old-fashioned English and the subject matter threw me.”
“Pretty dense stuff. But that´s all right, you get to read it twice this year, once for Humanities and again for Economics.”
“Yuck.”
“What´s your specialty?”
“Who knows at this point? I think I want to go for Marketing or Retailing, but right now what I´m best at, I think, is English. My folks are writers, so they made me practice.”
The room had filled up, and the instructor came in to run the usual first day nonsense. When the class was over, I turned to the guy. He had taken quite a few notes, paid attention, wasn´t trying to check out all the other girls.
“I´m Anne Stilwell. Who are you?”
“Alex Jefferson. You live in North College, don´t you?
“350.”
“I thought I´d seen you. I´m on the first floor, 123.”
We walked back to the dorm, talking. Alex comes from Minneapolis, his father is in manufacturing there. As we went in the door, I said, “How about coming up to my place. We´ve got some beer.” He didn´t refuse.
In the study room we sat talking, sipping our beer. I told him that Mary and I were looking for people to study with.
“People, or guys?”
I thought that over.
“Right now, guys. Later maybe, other girls, too. It´s not like I´m looking for a long-term lover or a part-time roommate. I´ve got a roommate, but she´s a girl and I like guys, too. I want someone to study with who´s willing to work as hard as I do. I´m good at what I know, and I won´t mind help with what I don´t know yet.”
“Where´d you go to High School? Oh, yes, you told me. What was your GPA?”
“Four point two five.”
“Me, too. You know, I sat next to you this afternoon because you were the only girl in the room wearing a skirt.”
“That´s why I wore it.”
“You look like a woman, and you look like you know what you´re doing. I like that.”
I got up and looked to see that the door was locked. While my back was to Alex, I undid a couple of buttons on my shirt. Then, I went over and leaned back on the edge of the desk in front of him, my arms behind me. My shirt opened a little. Alex noticed.
“You don´t beat around the bush, yourself,” I said, “Do you?”
Alex stood up and came to stand in close to me. Not so close I could say he was threatening, and anyway, that wasn´t his attitude. Just close enough to make it clear he´d like to get closer.
I put my hand on his shoulder. My shirt opened a little wider. His eyes left mine and he looked inside. He smiled and moved his hand to my waist, then up my side to where my breast filled out the shirt. He smiled. “I said you know what you are doing. And I was right.”
He pulled me forward and kissed me, and I kissed him back. He tasted promising. Both hands cupped my ass, lifting me off the desk and feeling both cheeks thoroughly, pushing my hips against his. I could feel his cock in the front of his pants beginning to grow. I pushed my chest against his and one hand went to rub the side of my breast.
He stepped back slightly and reached for my shirt, undoing more buttons, slipping his hands inside, freeing my breasts and pushing it off my shoulders. He rubbed my breasts and kissed me. I undid his belt and unbuttoned his slacks, then reached inside his shorts and took a good grip on his cock, pulling him with me. My shirt fell on the desk.
“Come in here. The bed. But first, undress me. Oh, and I´m on the pill.”
.oOo.
I´d noticed Anne the first day of classes: she´s hard to miss. On Wednesday I decided to try and get to know her, so I sat down next to her. The woman is decisive. She asked me back to her room, locked the door – well, it locks itself – and started taking off her clothes. Well, she teased me a while, unbuttoning buttons, letting me look inside – all that good stuff. We finished up in the bedroom, door closed, sipping beer. An athlete´s body, tight, smooth and strong.
She settled down on her bed, back to the wall, cross-legged and amazed me by starting a conversation. I sat down next to her and talked with her. Almost immediately, her shoulder touched mine and her hand was on my thigh. I started to put my arm around her and she leaned forward so I could. Instead of putting my hand on her shoulder, I went for her breast, cupped it and held it, rubbing her nipple. Surprisingly, we talked for quite a while, perfectly comfortable to be naked together.
She put her head on my shoulder and looked up at me with a smile. I kissed her lips, her open mouth. After a moment or several, she broke the kiss, took another swig of beer, and put her can on the table at the head of the bed. I reached over and put mine next to hers.
Her head swung between my legs, capturing my cock, taking most of it into her. She pulled on my thighs, and I moved so she had better access.
Pivoting on my cock, she presented me with her bald pussy – she´d told me it was bald, not shaven – and I took a good look. Lovely, firm mound, smooth labia already slick with desire. I spread them apart with my thumbs as I felt her take me deep in her throat. When I regained control, I looked into the depths of her pussy and stuck my tongue in as far as I could. It was hot and delicious and I just feasted on her folds, like burying myself in a watermelon. I felt her building and waited until it seemed the right moment before licking up and surrounding her clit with my lips and thrashing it with my tongue. She moaned on my cock, crushed my skull with her swimmer´s thighs and I shot a gallon of cum into her throat.
After several moments, she brought her lips to mine. I love the mingled taste of man and woman in a kiss. We cuddled and touched, caressing each other until my cock regained its strength.
She took me missionary. I simply had to roll over and slide my cock into that luscious pit. She was hot inside and very, very eager. I took my time, now that I´d come once, and after a while she came again. She rolled onto her side, keeping me inside her, and we continued sliding on one another until she came again. She rode me on top while I licked and teased her breasts. It took us a wonderfully long time until I finally had to blast into her.
The second time we started out doggy-style, but it went on and on in every way we could manage. I stopped counting her orgasms, there was no chance she wasn´t enjoying this. I sure was.
And finally, she kissed me, got off the bed and pulled on her skirt. She opened the door and put on her panties from the hook. Then, she told me to come out and meet her roomie. Wow.@
.oOo.
In the other room, Mary was working at her computer. I took my panties off the hook and slipped them on, picked up my shirt and tied it under my breasts. Alex came in, mostly dressed, though he looked a little dazed.
“This is Alex. He´s in my economics class, knows a lot about statistics. He´s in my history class, too.”
“Hi, seen you around.”
“Mary,” I said, “I´m hungry, let´s all go for dinner.”
We went to the Student Union and ate in the cafeteria. We talked about our hopes for school, our feelings about home and how different college was. Alex left us there.
“What do you think?” I asked Mary.
“Looks nice. Talks well. And, he had you singing.”
“Umm. Have to see how hard he works.”