Did I have the nerve to ask her? Kathy was one of the most popular girls in college, and in my opinion, the most beautiful girl in the whole world. Our Sociology professor had asked us to team up with a member of the opposite sex to do a study on the effect of crowded living conditions on human development. Here was my chance to say something to her, instead of stuttering out an embarrassed Hi when I passed her on campus. So Bill, (that’s my name), take a deep breath and go for it.
She was talking to three other girls when I approached her. “Pardon me Kathy, but I was wondering if you had a partner for the sociology project yet?
Kathy looked at me over her shoulder with slight annoyance on her face. “Who are you?”
Oh, the humiliation of it all; we have been taking the same course, in the same lecture hall, for the entire semester and she doesn’t even know who I am. I dream about her every day and she doesn’t know I exist.
She has long dark brown hair that shines like burnished copper in the sunlight. Kathy has a small turned up nose and slightly parted lips that look like she is going to kiss you.
“I wonder if you would consent to be my partner for Professor Walter’s sociology project?” This was coming out all wrong. It sounded more like a marriage proposal. It was just that she had me all nervous and tongue-tied. I just melt when she looks at me with those big brown eyes.
All of them were laughing at me. “Who is the dork?” asked Amanda.
“I think it’s a geek from the 5th grade, with a face like a troll.” Diane said with a giggle.
“Who are you going to team up with?” Jennifer asked. “Is it going to be Larry, Doug or Scott?”
“Wait a minute,” Kathy said. “Those guys only think with their cocks. This report determines if you get a credit or not. What did you say your name was?”
“Its Bill.” I know my face is a flaming red.
“Now I remember you. You’re that brainy guy that sits in front. Meet me after class and we’ll talk about it.”
I floated into class on cloud nine. Who says dreams can’t come true.
Knowing Kathy’s course schedule by heart, I skipped my last class so that I could wait for her outside the lecture hall. I must have waited an hour or more, before she finally came out, talking to her same three friends.
“There you are Billy; I forgot I was supposed to meet you.” (My name is Bill, not Billie. I hate that name; it’s like I am a little boy or something.) “You wanted to ask me something; so get down on your knees in front of me, hold my hand, look into my eyes, and beg me.”
Her friends were all laughing. I was embarrassed, but I started to do what she told me. Now even Kathy is laughing at me.
“Its OK Billie, you don’t have to do that. I was only teasing you. I’ll agree to be your project partner. I only have one question.”
“Thank you, thank you Kathy. I’ll work very hard to ensure we produce a good report. Now, what was your question?”
“How much are you going to pay me to be your partner?”
“I don’t have a lot of money but how much do you...”
That’s when I noticed they were all laughing at me again. They found it hilarious. I was just trying to get Kathy as my partner.
“I was just kidding; you don’t have to pay me.”
“You should have made the geek pay,” Jennifer said still amused, “and made him lick your feet.”
“Now that’s not very nice,” Kathy responded with a slight smile. “Can’t you see he is all red in the face and starting to stutter?”
Things did not work out quite the way I expected. I envisioned us spending many hours together on the project and getting to know each other. In reality Kathy spent less than an hour with me during the first two weeks. I knew she was popular, that she dated 3 or 4 guys. Her normal excuse, any time I tried to get some time with her was, “I have a date tonight. Be a sweetie and do my part too.”
The interim report was due and Kathy wanted to know if we were ready. She had spent so little time on the project she had no idea of the status. “I am a little behind because you have not given me much time. Maybe we could spend a couple hours together tonight and finish it.”
“That’s impossible. I have a heavy date tonight. Be a good boy, finish the intern report for me, and I’ll go out with you next Wednesday.”
My heart was singing, although I tried to appear reluctant so Kathy would not know how happy I was. The week slowly dragged bye. She did not tell me what she wanted to do on the date, and I did not want to bring it up in case she remembered something and cancelled our date. I finally decided to wear a suit, and I had the car washed and cleaned inside and out.
This was my best chance to make a good impression on her. My parents are reasonably wealthy, so I drove a late model Mercedes. I am rather small, about 5 feet 6 inches tall and slender build. I have seen some of the guys she goes out with. While I may not be able to compete on a physical basis, by showing her a good time and that I care for her, I should do all right.
I was to meet her outside her dorm at 6:30, so to be sure I got there at six. It was after seven before she finally came out. When I saw her my heart started pounding. This was a living dream. She was wearing some kind of short silky mini dress, held up by thin straps over her shoulders. When she got in the car, I could see her nipples poking through the dress. She sat in the car and her skirt rode up almost to her panties.
She wanted to dine at Alfrado’s, the most expensive restaurant in town, then see the movie called Betty’s Romance. She had 2 cocktails before dinner after warning me she did not go out with drunk drivers, so I drank ice water. She ordered lobster, one of the most expensive items on the menu, and some kind of Italian wine that cost $40.00 a bottle. She let me drink some of the wine, and believe me, it was not worth forty dollars.
The movie was totally boring. After it was over, she said none of her boy friends wanted to take her to see it. I could see why.
I drove her back on campus and parked in front of her dorm. I was a little nervous, then she said, “You don’t know what to do next, do you?”
“I was wondering if I could kiss you?”
“You are so sweet. The guys I go out with would have their cocks out fucking me by now. Here, I am going to give you a treat.” She slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders, and pulled her dress down to her waist exposing her beautiful breasts.
Pulling my head to her breast, she said, “ Suck my nipple. That’s it, now flick your tongue back and forth across it. Good, now lick it. OK, now do the other one.” I was in heaven doing what she wanted. “Now bite my nipple gently and pull it with your teeth.”
She slapped me hard on the side of my face. “I said gently, you asshole.” I tried my best to do it the way she wanted. “That’s better, now go back and do the first one the same way.” She kept me at it for quite a while, and my tongue was getting sore. “That’s good Billie. You are a good sucker. Maybe I’ll teach you how I like my pussy sucked. Now I want you to go home and jerk off thinking about me.”
That was the best date I ever had. I was a virgin and I think Kathy sensed that. I thought now we would spend more time together. It worked out the exact opposite. She felt that having gone out with me once, she didn’t have to do anything on the project. I asked her once if she would go out with me again and she said, “No, I have plenty of boyfriends. The last thing I need is another.”
It was now nearing the time to hand in the report. I had done it all myself. If I was going to get another date, it had to be now. I didn’t want to beg, but it came out that way. “Please Kathy, I did the whole report myself. You said you might go out with me again. I’ll take you anywhere you want to go. Please say yes.”
“You beg so nicely. OK, I’ll go on a date with you Thursday night, but don’t wear that dorky suit.”
Prior to my date, I went to a man’s clothing store and bought an expensive pair of casual slacks, and a sports shirt. I was determined to make a better impression this time. This time it was dinner at Alfrado’s again and then to a nightclub. She let me have one drink to her three or four. After the floorshow a small dance combo took over.
“Dance with me Billie,” she said pulling me to the dance floor.
“But, I don’t know how to dance.”
“Its easy, just follow my lead.”
I had to admit Kathy was a good dancer. She would sway her hips in perfect time to the music. I felt like I had two left feet as I tried to shuffle a little to the beat. The first dance was fast. I more or less stood still watching her. She would spin around and her skirt would fly up and I could catch a glimpse of her panties. She would stand in front of me and bump her hips like she was having intercourse with me, or turn around and rub her bum against me.
I was glad the second dance was slow. Kathy held me tight and I could feel her rub her breasts against my chest. It was fantastic because she was not wearing a bra. Then she slowly pushed her leg between mine and I could feel her hot body tight against me. It felt so good I stopped trying to dance and just enjoyed the feel of her body.
Then she pushed me away. “You are totally useless. Go sit down while I dance with him,” she said in a loud voice pointing to a guy standing close by. Totally humiliated, I went back to the table. How could she do this to me in front of all these people? And, how did she know that guy would dance with her? He could have been with someone or something. Was she flirting with him while she danced with me?
At first I was to embarrassed to even look at them dance. I ordered another drink. To hell with her and her one drink limit, I was going to drink all I wanted. I could not help myself, I had to watch them. It made me jealous to see Kathy press her body against him, and then slide her leg between his and slowly lift her knee to rub his crotch. I knew how good that felt and how horny it made me feel. I could not watch any more, so I turned my back to the dance floor and sipped my drink.
When I realized it was getting late. I looked at the dance floor and Kathy was not there. There were only seven or eight couples left on the floor. Now I was really hurt. Had Kathy gone home with that guy and left me sitting there by myself? I didn’t know what to do. Should I go home? What if she came back? Still, I felt awkward sitting in a nightclub by myself, when most of the people had gone home. The waiter made it worse by constantly asking me if I wanted anything else.
I had finally decided I would finish my drink and go home, when I saw Kathy come through the door. “Hi Billie, are you mad at me?”
I was both relieved and angry. “Where did you go? You went somewhere with that guy, didn’t you? How could you leave me here alone, sitting by myself? I was not crying, but I could feel the quiver in my voice.
“Come with me. I’ll make it up to you,” as she took my hand and pulled me out the door after giving me a quick kiss. “Let’s go back to my dorm room. My roommate is away and guys do not have to be out until 2 AM. That gives us an hour.”
I guess I was more hurt than angry. Besides, it sounded like we were going to make love. I drove back to campus, and Kathy took me up to her room.
“Have you sucked pussy before?”
