Markus leaned back in his chair, stretching out. Finally done with that damn paper, he thought. Standing, he walked around the room a couple of times, then decided that he really needed to get out. He had been cooped up in the damn room since coming back from class before lunch, and had not left since. Even the air tasted stale to him. But all his work was done, and he could do something else now.
Slipping into his running shoes, he walked outside, realizing for the first time that the sun was setting. Damn. He set off at a slow pace, building to his full speed as he headed down the hill that the college sat on. His feet beat out a steady rhythm as he traveled down the main street of the small town that had provided support to the school, turning to hit the trail along the river. River was actually a pretty strong term for the trickle of water, but what did he care? He was a business major, not environmental studies.
Coming back up on the backside of campus, he ran by the buildings letting out students from their evening classes, several dorms lit up by students inside, finally coming to a stop before his own home.
Probert Hall was the oldest dorm on campus, and it showed in the high ceilings and elaborate moldings. The whole building looked like a miniature Biltmore, but it was considered an honor to live there. To get in, you had to apply, show great academic promise, and all that horse shit. Everybody in the building at communal dinner, and professors came down to talk to the students, encourage their studies, and provide support.
He hated that whole part, but the academic opportunities truly were great, and the interactions with the professors' fun. A couple of Graduate Assistants and brand new instructors actually lived in one wing of the building, so if you had a question you could just walk down the hall.
One such GA was Andrea Clausen, who was sitting on the porch as he walked up. She was still dressed in her school clothes, as she called them, fashionable heels along with a dark skirt, and a matching top and jacket. She waved to the boy when he walked up, and he headed in her direction. Andrea was the TA for his Economics class, which he had slaved over all afternoon.
"What's up Markus?"
"Nothing much. Just trying to relax after finishing that paper."
"How did it go?"
"Pretty good. I think I got my idea across."
"I can look at it if you want."
"Really? Can I bring it by after dinner?"
"That'd be fine. Just bring it to dinner, we can take it up to my room and look at it afterwards."
Markus thanked her, then walked inside, needing a shower before they rung the bell for dinner. She watched him go, watched strong legs propel a narrow waist forward, watched his shoulders roll with each movement, and licked her lips. He would do nicely for her appetite. Very nicely.
Dinner was a form of controlled chaos, with people sitting at long tables that were clustered into three groups in the big hall. There was no assigned seating, but the instructors and GA's spread themselves evenly throughout the room for maximum interaction with the students. Markus had to wait until dinner was over to find Andrea, and she told him to meet her upstairs in a couple of minutes.
He killed the time reading over his paper one more time, trying to decide if his argument for property rights reform was really all that solid, then knocked on her door, and entered when she pulled the door open.
Unlike undergrad rooms, she lived by herself. So instead of two beds, there was a bed and a couch, and only one desk, which was bigger then his. She also had a TV stand, and a small dresser. He commented on her set up, and she laughed.
"It does have its advantages. Education pays off." She smiled, then took the paper and dropped onto the couch, waving with her hand for him to do the same. While she read, chewing on the end of a red marker, he took the time to look her over again.
Andrea was an attractive young woman, with brunette hair that reached halfway down her back, tanned skin, and lively brown eyes. Her small nose and prominent lips sat upon a face that smiled most of the time, a most pleasant smile. The rest of her body was not bad, either, with a nice chest, flat stomach, and legs that were well formed and toned. She had slipped out of her professional outfit from earlier, and the gray boy shorts she wore now hung close to her hips, with the pink t-shirt revealing her tummy, and the glittering navel ring she sported.
"Very good." Her voice interrupted his ogling of her body, and he wondered if he had been caught. "Couple small things. Here on the second page, you explain property reform in Chile, but you don't go anywhere with it." She pointed out the page, and he scooted closer to get a look. Scratching his head, he tried to remember what he had been trying to say, but he suddenly realized that he could see down her top, and that her tits were beckoning him.
Before his mouth dropped open he managed to catch himself, and said something about bad editing and Pinochet, and growth of poverty. She only smiled, flipped the page, and asked about establishment of the rule of law and property rights in Somalia, sending his brain spinning again.
She had scooted closer to him, and her body was now pressed against his, the only thing separating her tit from his arm being the thin fabric of her t-shirt. He could feel the heat, feel her breath across his skin, and smell her hair. His cock was rock hard in his pants.
Again he managed to mumble some answer, and again she only smiled. Standing slowly, she walked right in front of him, her ass shaking its way across the room as she picked up one of the classes textbooks, and came back over to him. He leaned back, hoping his boner did not show, as she stood right in front of him, flipping through the pages.
He was painfully hard now, his cock twitching in his pants, as he was almost perfectly eye level with her crotch, looking at it, his young mind racing in circles with sexual overload. She was sliding the pen she had been chewing on in and out of her lips in a subconscious demonstration of an obscene act, and he almost started sweating.
"Here, here it is." She turned so he could read the page, bending forward to bring it closer to him. His eyes tried to track her fingers, but her tits were right above the paper, looking down at him, and he could not resist but look back. He could see her hard nipples trying to poke through, and he was not strong enough to focus his concentration. So he only muttered in agreement, and promised himself to look it up later. There were only seven hundred pages in the book, how hard to find could one paragraph be?
She turned back around, but instead of replacing the book, she sat down, dropping into his lap. He almost moaned out as her firm ass pushed against his cock, but he just bit his tongue instead, as she flipped to another page, and pointed out another passage.
With all his mental might he focused on the written words, trying to string them together into coherent sentences, trying to make them make sense, trying to pull the lesson here, but his mind failed him as all blood was recalled from one head, and sent to another. She was subtly shifting herself, moving around on his lap, and it felt as if she was jacking him off.
He was about to lose it when she stood up, placed the book back in its place, picked up his essay, and handed it to him.
"Any other questions?"
"No, aahhh. No. Thank you." He stood slowly, not sure if he might lose it yet or not, as he walked to the door. She was saying something about class tomorrow, and he nodded. The door seemed to be calling for him, his escape. Was it only him, or was it hot in here? He did not have the moisture in his mouth to say anything, then he was at the door, pulling it open.
"See you tomorrow." She smiled at him again, that million-watt smile that seemed to just kick him into neutral, make him stand still and smile back. He felt her hand on his ass, and it felt like fire, as he almost fled her room.
He did not know it, but behind him she closed the door slowly, locking it. Walking back over to the couch, she sat where he had sat moments before, closing her eyes as she slipped her hand into her shorts. The poor boy had been about to blow his load, it had been so delicious. Her fingers found her clit, and she squeezed herself, her mind reeling with the feeling, and the sensation of power she had held over him. Yes, he would do nicely
