I stare blankly at my textbooks wondering how many hours I've spent in the god fore-shaken library this week. After having just written, edited and submitted a ten page final paper for my Senior Seminar the last thing I wanted to do is study for my Stats final tomorrow afternoon. I mean, I'm an English Major why are they torturing me with math classes? Isn't the debt and the fact that when I graduate in a week no one is going to pay me for my love of Shakespeare enough?
I see my phone start to buzz and look to it as a welcome distraction. The name on the screen reads Alexander and I geek out a bit, I think for moment if I should answer it here but decide why not.
"Hello" I whisper.
"You answered the phone, you must be done studying." His voice was low, husky.
I laugh. "I wish, I finished the paper but Stats is still coming along."
"Maybe you can come over and I'll help you. Matter of fact, you should come over and take a break." I already know he's thinking of.
Alexander is 30 years old, he works at some fancy company where he looks at statistics and diversifies things and all that left brain stuff I don't know how to do. I'm freshly 22 and about to graduate a bit early thanks to doubling up on some classes these past couple years. The two of us met when we bumped into each other at a night club in the city. I recognized him, when he was sitting at the bar, as someone I had once matched with on tinder but when he messaged me, I didn't respond. Not because he wasn't attractive, I just never respond on tinder. He's good looking though, tall, muscular, his hair brown and messy on his head. And those eyes, as brown as they get. We ended up hooking up at his place after the way we danced at the club made his erection tangible through my tight velvet dress. When I woke up in the morning he didn't rush me out like guys sometimes do in fact he'd said "I know we're a little far apart in age but no one has made me cum like that in a while, and honestly after last night I want to make you cum again." He licked his lips. "And again. We should trade numbers so we can make this happen again, if you want to of course." Man did I want to, and now sitting in the library I wanted to again.
"I'm packing up my stuff; I'll call you when I'm there." I rolled my eyes at the girl who'd been starting at me since I'd decided to answer the phone in the "silent area" and headed out.
In the car I started getting excited. I don't know what it was but sex with Alexander was amazing, mind-blowing. I mean I didn't think I'd have sex this good for a while, I sometimes wonder how I got so lucky. He is dominate with me in a way that makes me feel so sexual, his passion in the bedroom sometimes comes to me as a surprise for how gentle he is when we talk one on one.
As I walked up the steps in his building I realized my outfit wasn't so cute. I was definitely the type to spend a lot of time on my dress, I love expressing myself that way. And I'll admit when I saw Alexander I still wanted to empress him. I definitely tried to dress a little sexy when I saw him but not today. I was wearing a white t-shirt, jean jacket and a pair of sweatpants they were rather form-fitting and by no means looked bad on me but not my usual. My hair was tied up in a bun and I let it down. When Alex opened his door he was standing shirtless in his sweatpants. He wore an amused smile "You look good. I hardly ever see you in your glasses." I blush.
"I forgot I had them on.
You
look good." I walked past him into his apartment, taking off my jacket and putting my book bag down on the couch. His body was great, my mouth was watering thinking about licking and kissing his chest and neck.
When I turned around I notice him checking out my ass, I have to admit it's big. I'm not a thin girl by any means, I have thick thighs, hips, a round ass and pretty nice sized tits if I do say so myself. I wondered if he was thinking about the way it felt to smack my ass, the way it made me moan. Man, when was the last time we hooked up? I was fucking horny. "Thank you," He said closing the space between us. "But I meant it when I said you looked good. Your tits look amazing in this little top," he said pulling on it. "your ass," he gripped it with one hand. "and honestly seeing you in those glasses is kinda making me hard."
I giggled. "I can tell." I pressed my hips against him. "When's the last time I had a chance to feel that?"
"It's been too long, I feel bad." Alexander is a workaholic, it makes sense though, someone has to pay for all his expensive things. Sometimes it's odd to think that we even know each other we live such different lives, but I miss him when he can't be around. That happens often with the way he works.
