I came to covet my Friday nights. Always arriving promptly, I would bring gifts of flowers or boxes of chocolates which I allowed the sisters to divvy up among themselves. Truly, a bribe never hurt anything. Loretta would be waiting for me, her angelic little face lighting up each time. I had to fight against the impulse to pick her up and cradle her in my arms. Out of prying eyes, she delighted in being held aloft before I embraced her. Loretta was so light in my arms, like an exotic, fragile yet resilient, toy. What we both wanted was to be out of doors so I could hold her over my head with my arms fully extended. Even now, in my mind' eye, we were on a deserted beach, Loretta soaring in the sky while the October sun danced upon the ocean waves.
Undressing her was a wonder that seemed fresh every time. Loretta's head would subtly drop and a winsome expression would dart across her countenance as I reached for the laces of her saddle shoes.
Her tiny white socks were so sexy. I never tired of rolling them off her impossibly cute little feet. Loretta had a fragrance like no other woman on campus. While the other girls wore Chanel or other fragrances, Loretta smelled of baby powder and aloe. I first realized how deeply Loretta was affecting me when I strayed into the baby care aisle of the local pharmacy and the aroma instantly made me hard.
I teased her sweaters and blouses off, savoring the separation of button from button hole and arm from sleeve. Loretta's tiny breasts appeared to me the most succulent little mounds of enchantment. I ached to place my mouth over each tiny hillock, to take those sharp pointy nipples between my teeth while both of us moaned with contentment. That, like cunnilingus, was something we had agreed to postpone.
"If I have too much of you, Stanley, I won't be able to make it through my punishment. You have to be a reward, something I earn, something we BOTH earn for enduring this little dog and pony show."
As much as I hated to agree with her, I knew that Loretta was correct. Some things ARE worth waiting for. The sisters always dressed her in short skirts. In cold weather, they added a pair of tights. I never minded in the least, I adored Loretta's legs. The vision of her little skirts fluttering to the floor often filled my dreams. Peeling away her diaper was like pulling the drape and unveiling a spectacular work of art. Every time that my amazed eyes drank in her secret place, I realized how such a sight could cause the human mind to concoct visions of angels or other ethereal beings. Seeing her naked, taking in the rest of her, the petite body with its amazing legs, flat taut tummy, and amazing ass, made me wonder what I had seen in any other girl. If I had been bathing a super model instead, I would have seen only Loretta's body and face.
Loretta was so aroused during my shaving sessions, I imagined that I could moisten the razor solely with her juices. When all of this was over, would I want Loretta to allow her bush to grow back? Ultimately, I knew that the decision would be hers. I hoped however that any regrowth would not be permanent, that on special occasions she would allow me to return her to her hairless state. Ordinarily, I'm the kind of guy who likes, at least, a landing strip or an exclamation point, but Loretta looked so damn sexy with a bald snatch. That was a conversation for a future time. I wiped away the shave cream, smiled, extended my hand and led Loretta to the tub.
There was always an audience gathered to watch us. "It's not fair! We should ALL get baths!" I heard more than once. The sorority sisters never got tired of watching me work. Apparently I was the highlight of the week. I rolled up my sleeves to tend to Loretta in the tub. One of the girls moaned and said, "Take your shirt off!" Loretta just rolled her eyes when she heard the girls making a fuss about me. She knew I only had eyes for her. One time Loretta told me how good it felt to have a boyfriend, even a secret one, whom other girls coveted.
"Before you entered my life. Stanley, I got the leftovers, short guys or homely guys that other girls never wanted. More times than I can count, I've seen boys lose interest in me when a taller girl or a girl with huge titties entered the room. To be loved just for being me, Stanley is a joy I can never fully express."
I marveled as I bathed this little intoxicating creature. Life seemed to have its greatest piquancy in the confines of the bathroom. The white porcelain of the tub, Loretta's alabaster skin and wet blonde hair with steam rising from the water. Had life left me at any of those moments I would have been a quite contented corpse. Even though we never discussed it, I felt certain that Loretta would want me to bathe her for the rest of our lives. Such happy thoughts filled my mind and I'm sure, hers until it was time to drain the tub. Preparing her for bed never lost its charm but increasingly, I simply wanted the day where she could slip naked between the sheets with me arrived. The long weeks between bathing sessions passed for me like Leon Trotsky's sojourn in Siberia. Were it as simple a matter as stealing another man's passport to end my exile in this gulag, I would gladly have done so.
Life at the fraternity was easier to take. My fellow Deltas rode me in good nature about my little sister. The more perceptive of them easily deduced that Loretta meant more to me than a simple big brother, little sister pairing. The guys really didn't pry too intently as to the exact nature of our relationship but aside from the obvious jokes such as, "Don't you think you have sold yourself a little short?" and "Is it true about what they say about good things coming in small packages?" they pretty much left me alone. The Deltas are pretty cool guys. It was the place that took in the oddballs such as a six foot seven guy who loathed basketball or guys who spent the weekend in Dungeons and Dragons sessions in their rooms. A nice live and let live policy. That its network of alumni tended to share my degree interests did not hurt either.
I wondered what women received from sorority life, but Loretta explained to me how important it was to her future. "I want a career in biological research. The Gammas OWN the alumni I need to impress to get the job I want. First, I need an internship and the easiest way to that is through the sisters at Gamma. If I keep my grades up, and thanks to you I am thriving in calculus, there is a scholarship with my name on it. That scholarship will make college so much easier. Diane Hollis spoke to me privately, she will report that I am a member in good standing so long as I finish this punishment. They expect their pound of flesh, but, at least, they won't ask for my soul in the bargain."
After that, we kissed as deeply as we currently were allowing ourselves and we plunged back into the math homework. I discovered I had a knack for teaching that I never even imagined that I possessed. It was really fun seeing the light go on in Loretta's eyes when she made the connections on her own. I decided that next year, my senior year, I would tutor someone else, a guy this time.
For Christmas break, Diane Hollis volunteered to take charge of Loretta. Diane did not live far from Loretta. The sorority president agreed to supervise Loretta so that she could get to see her family, something Loretta desperately wanted. I looked forward to the day when I could meet her parents, sister, and brother. Like me, Loretta's father was much taller than her mother. Loretta herself was several inches shorter than her own rather petite mother. I'd seen their pictures, Loretta resembled her still striking mother a great deal.
I wanted to present the woman I loved with a nice Christmas present, but both of us feared blowback. I decided on something that was removable yet romantic. Imitation pearls were the best I could do on my budget. Loretta reacted as though they were cultured pearls from a fine boutique. Out of sight of the sisters, I slid them around her neck, removing them before I returned her to the Gamma house. Loretta fairly glowed when she wore them.
Before I knew it it was spring break. On the final day of classes, I walked Loretta to the Gamma house and handed her off to Liz and Marta Wilcox. Liz and Marta were not going on spring break, their father was ailing and his bakery needed every hand it could spare. Loretta would be working along side of them just as she would be for the summer. I liked Liz and Marta, they struck me as a less hard ass than Diane Hollis and her ilk. I wanted to go with her but knew I could not, we had already said our goodbyes. There was e-mail of course, but I had already decided that in addition to that I would mail Loretta a snail mail letter every day. It was a positive way to direct my horniness. In the letters, I found myself telling Loretta my deepest thoughts and the vision of our future I hoped were possibilities. Loretta wrote to me with the same passion. Loretta had taken Marta into her confidence. She, in turn, allowed Loretta to scent her correspondence with the most intoxicating of perfumes.
Spring break would have been intolerable had not one of my professors set me up with a two-week studio wiring and acoustics testing in the big city. Focusing on finessing wires through walls and testing sound dynamics kept me from mooning over my precious Loretta. The money I made was quite a nice bonus. Now I actually could buy her a nice gift when we went away for freedom to fuck day. Our reunion after the two weeks was very sweet indeed.
Loretta and I got closer and closer. Either she had been an outstanding student, or I had been an outstanding teacher. Whatever the cause, Loretta had grasped calculus so well that she needed far less study time. That became an additional make out hour. Loretta's blow jobs and hand jobs kept getting better and better. Her delicate soft hands upon my shaft and the gentle pressure of her small pink tongue and the warmth of her lips caused every other girl who had touched my junk to vanish in a mist of amnesia. Loretta called my cock, her "all day sucker" because it took her "all day" to work her way from my taint to the tip.