The instructor droned on and on. Ryleigh knew that she needed to know the information, but it was just more than she could focus on at the moment. Her mind continued to drift back to the new guy that she had seen in the gym. Damn he was fine. She wanted a piece of that action and couldn't wait to figure out how to get it.
It was suddenly quiet and Ryleigh looked around, realizing that all eyes were on her. Shit. She sighed and smiled coyly up at her instructor.
"Yes, Sir?" she asked, playing the innocent school girl, hoping to get away with it.
"Ms. Morgan, would you care to add any information about the heating coils and how to repair them in a pinch? If not, then perhaps you should listen so that one day, if your team is counting on you do something, you might just be able to help."
She cleared her throat.
"The heating coils. Yes, Sir, Dr. Evans."
The blond guy next to her grinned and made eye contact. She grinned back. His eyes made her coils heat, for sure. Almost like that guy at the gym.
An excruciating hour later, the class was dismissed and Ryleigh hurried out. She had worked hard to maintain high GPA and she didn't like the idea that her third day in Dr. Evans class he had probably decided that she was an idiot. Great way to start a new semester. Oh well, she would buckle down and ace his first test. That would help.
Finishing her walk to the dorms, Ryleigh hurried up the three flights of stairs, ignoring the lifts. She wanted to head to the gym anyway -- so it made no sense to be lazy on the way there.
Slipping out of her 'uniform' of a white tank top and some fatigues, she quickly pulled on some tight bicycle shorts and a white sports bra. A new white tank went over it. Pulling her long brown hair into a pony tail, she only barely took the time to look in the mirror before heading out.
She had never been one to worry about appearances. Makeup was something that took time from more important matters. Anything that took more than three minutes to fix was too much of a fuss for her hair, too. It was usually pulled back in her pony tail. Jogging the half mile to the campus gym, she slowed just before arriving, taking a deep breath and then casually walking in, hoping to find the new guy. He looked a bit older, but she didn't mind. Older was nice. Experienced. She had just celebrated her twentieth birthday a few months back. There were plenty of guys available her own age, but some of her best sexual experiences had been with older men. A few women had offered as well, but she wasn't sure she went that way. Maybe one day she would try it, but not now. Now was all about finding a nice ass and a solid cock.
Disappointed at not seeing him, Ryleigh walked through the two sets of doors and into the martial arts training room. She sucked in her breath. There he was. She said nothing but walked over to the small bench and sat down, pretending to tie her shoe. She watched him for a moment, figured out where he would be, then moved to a spot on the floor about 15 yards from him. Slowly she bent forward, her knees slightly bent, and she began to stretch. She bounced slightly as she moved, making sure her ass was up in the air, easily seen from where he was. She bent over forward, twisting, stretching her limber body and hoping he would eventually notice at some point.
He was talking with the martial arts instructor. The conversation seemed to be serious and she could tell that he wasn't paying any attention to her. She began focusing more on her stretches then. If he wasn't going to be interested at the moment, then no need wasting the time. She could always try to get his attention later.
Unfortunately, later didn't come. Immersed in the hour-long training session, Ryleigh soon forgot about the tall guy with brown hair. She loved training and poured her heart into it. Sweaty and tired, but feeling good, she left the gym and headed back to her dorm.
It was dark now and she wanted to have some fun before heading to bed. Classes started late the next day. She had planned her schedule that way purposefully because she really hated mornings. Opening the door quietly, Ryleigh was relieved to see that her roommate wasn't in. Grabbing some clothes, she hurried to the showers at the end of the hall and made quick work of getting clean so that she could head out again. She washed her hair and then gave a routine shave under the arms. That, with some careful attention to the muff between her legs, had her in and out of the shower in about fifteen minutes.
After drying her body, Ryleigh began towel-drying her hair, running her fingers through, trying to detangle the long strands. She had thought about cutting it more than once. In fact, she had only started keeping it longer after over-hearing some guys talk about the fact that they liked longer hair. They loved running their hands through it. They liked the way they could hold it when getting a blow job. She grinned. 'Who knew you couldn't do that with short hair?' she had thought at the time. Still, it had made an impact and she hadn't had more than a few light trims to her hair since.
Ryleigh called a taxi and then finished getting ready. Her standard of a tank top -- black this time -- and some fatigues -- also black tonight, were on quickly. She saw no point of dressing up more than that. Wearing what was comfortable was the important thing.
Thirty minutes later the taxi was pulling away and she was heading into one of her favorite places to pick up guys for the night. Calypso's Tavern was clean, but had a feel of danger with the darkened corners and the unusual mixture of patrons. Lots of Uni students -- of course -- since the university was only fifteen minutes away. But there were usually bikers and truckers and then a few regular locals. Calypso's was just off the main road, easily assessable -- the on and off ramps almost directly in front of her place. Made it a great place to go when you wanted someone for the night -- no strings attached. And tonight, that was what she wanted. "Hey Frank," she said with a grin as she approached the bar.
"Hey there, gorgeous. Is tonight my turn to take ya home?"
She grinned.
"We'll have to see, Frank. I make no promises."
It was a running joke with them. They had already shared a few great nights together, both knowing that there was nothing between them but sex. Frank was a great fuck. Harder than hell and hips that could thrust for hours. After their first night together, both had agreed that they would be 'friends with benefits.' If she was needing some action and couldn't find anyone, he would gladly step up to the plate for her. And she would do the same for him. Of course, neither had to worry too many times. Both passed for attractive enough to get the average person's attention and so every now and then they got together just for the fun of the fuck.
Frank gave her a shot of tequila, which she downed quickly, and then turned to help a paying customer. Ryleigh's first two were always on the house -- Frank's treat. After that -- she had to pay or find some schmuck who would. Tonight she was eager to find that schmuck.
Not seeing anyone right off, she moved to the dance floor and slowly began to move to the music. Her hips swayed and she closed her eyes, allowing her hands to roam over her body. She smiled as she moved over her tits, the nipples already feeling tight and puckered. Some lucky man would have his lips and tongue there tonight. She sighed quietly at the idea and continued to sway, waiting to see who would respond to the show she was putting on.
Less than two minutes later, she felt a warm breath on her neck and heard a deep voice.
"What are you drinking?"
"Tequila."
"Ready for another?"
"Could be. What else are you offering?"
"What else could I get?"
The voice had a playful edge and she turned around, opening her eyes.
Nice. Dark, chocolate brown eyes looked down at her. Light brown, almost blond, hair cut short. Clean, even complexion and amazing white teeth that almost sparkled when he smiled. Had it been a movie, she would have seen the little sparkle and gleam there -- along with that annoying little 'ting' as the teeth were showcased.
Her hazel eyes locked onto those big brown pools and she brought her hands up to his chest and then around his neck.
"You could get the best night of your life if you play your cards right."
His hands quickly wrapped around her, moving from her back down to her ass. She moaned slightly -- for his benefit -- letting him know she liked it and could advance further.
"Let's get you that tequila."
Ryleigh only nodded and then gave Frank a quick grin as the man ordered a tequila shot for her. She could almost see a bit of disappointment play across his face for a moment. But, he knew the score and she had little doubt that he could find someone to curl up with by the end of the night if he wanted it.
He handed her the shot glass and Ryleigh downed it in one large gulp. Slamming the glass back on the bar, she grinned up at the provider of her drink.
"Damn woman. You can slam 'em back easy enough. Another?"
"Wouldn't hurt my feelings."
"Then another one for the lady." Ryleigh could only grin. Lady. Boy did he have the wrong adjective. She slammed back the next two shots and then leaned over to the man buying. Sliding her hand onto his thigh, she began to trace little patterns that took her fingers deeper and deeper between his legs.
"You ready to get out of here yet?"
"Sure."
"We gotta go to your place though."
"Not a problem."
'His place' ended up being a little hotel across the way. "Mr. Smith and guest" signed in and soon had a room at the far end of the small complex.
She was barely in the door when she turned and pulled him to her, pressing her pert young tits against his chest and quickly reaching down for his cock.
"Get out here now, I wanna play," she said hungrily. Wasting no time, his hand moved quickly to his zipper and had the pants off in record time.
"Back -- on the bed -- now. Underwear off. Shirt off. I want to see everything -- so that I can decide on my main course."
His stiff dick swayed slightly at the reference and she smiled, loving the way she could make a guy do whatever she wanted.
Starting at his feet, Ryleigh slowly worked up one leg, then the other. She rubbed and scratched and massaged her way to his hips and then switched to the other leg.
"Come on, babe. I'm dying here. Some relief would be nice."
