Note from the author: This story is a mix of reality and fiction; names and locations have been changed to protect the innocent. As all characters are based on real people with real feelings, emotions, fantasies and fears, this story takes time to grow and build those feelings. There are no big-breasted blond bimbos who screw everything that moves; so if you're looking for that, there are plenty of other stories like that on Literotica.com.
Dedication: To my closest friend who is the most beautiful woman inside and out whom I know and was the entire inspiration for this story.
All characters are over the age of 18. I look forward to your comments at the end.
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COLLEGE GIVES A NEW BEGINNING
It was the very first class at the large main campus; all the prior classes having been on a smaller satellite campus nearer to my home. I was now getting into the thick of my major though; a 35-year old junior, ecstatic to finally be getting beyond the basic general ed. classes where I had shared the classroom mostly with students almost half my age.
Granted there had been some nice visual distractions in those courses, I won't complain. Public speaking had a gorgeous Latina, Western Civ was shared with a lovely full-chested blond and a sweet mini-skirt wearing brunette while a slender Italian immigrant dazzled the room in English Comp II. It's just a side benefit of sharing classes that everyone has to take.
Still, the mindset of a late teen or early twenties student is quite different from one who had regrettably decided to set aside school for over twelve years. I had gotten married way too young to a girl I hardly knew. It wasn't to say that I didn't find her attractive still; but I found over the past decade that we had nothing in common to share and our lives had just drifted far apart. We had married under false pretenses of misconstrued ideas of who the other was that had slowly faded into reality. The only real bind left between us was our shared children.
As I had waited so many years to return to school; I was far more serious about my studies than most of my younger classmates. To make matters worse, the age difference itself had set up unstated boundaries toward making any real friendships that might go beyond the classroom setting. For me, it was a truly lonely existence; friendless and alone inside and outside the home.
That day it took more than a moment to find the classroom; hidden in the four-story institutional monster of steel. When I walked in the room though, I was quite pleased to see that not everyone in the classroom was quite so young.
"Perhaps I can even find a friend or two" I recall whispering to myself, wishing more than anything to be able to share my passion for the graphic arts and computers with someone who would appreciate them in like manner. My wife sure didn't understand it nor did she really care to even try.
The room was halfway full so there were a number of seats available still. I chose one between a long-haired blond and wavy-haired brunette, both of which appeared to be circa my own age. I could claim that it was approximation to the board and the teacher as to why I chose the seat, but the reality of it was, even from the distance of the door, the brunette had definitely struck my fancy.
Now I'm not exactly a Don Juan with women, particularly having been out of that race for so many years so I didn't honestly expect anything to come of my choosing that seat. More than likely we'd share a 'hello', maybe exchange names and I'd enjoy the occasional glancing view of her pretty face as the semester rolled on. Furthermore, I was a serious student and married after all, even if it wasn't happily so per se. Still, I had always respected that simple fact and stayed reserved within my shell; only enjoying the visual scenery from a quiet safe distance.
"Stewart," I held out my hand in greeting to my new neighbor as I took my seat. She turned and looked up at me; her full cheeks covered by soft freckles and her brown eyes sweet and kind as she smiled at me from behind a smart pair of spectacles which she wore.
"Shellie," she took my hand as I sat down, "...nice to meet you." Roaming over her figure while I replied in like kind, I knew immediately I had made the right decision.
Her wavy hair had first caught my attention but now that I was up close, it looked even more breathtaking. It fell to just above her moderate feminine curves which she revealed through a bit of modest yet attractive cleavage. Her face was beautifully kind; a gentle smile of soft inviting lips that created cute little dimples from her nose to the sides of her mouth. This served to further enhance the very sweetness in her eyes and make my own jaw drop as I looked upon her.
As most men generally do, my eyes continued roaming along the natural artistry of her body. She was well put together, that's for sure. A healthy womanly waist that led to attractively flared motherly hips; she had definitely had a child in her life and I couldn't help thinking how lucky that boy must be to have such a sexy mama. She was a real woman, wholly beautiful in the way that nature had designed her to be. My head was completely spinning just looking at her.
The blond on my left introduced herself to be Dorothy; a hippie with long blond stringy hair down to the small of her back. She wore an ankle-length dress and just gave off that hippie vibe that was pleasant enough. Definitely not my style but a nice enough classmate to share a seat next to; I had sat there to get to see Shellie though, no doubt about it.
That first class was like all the others had been; a synopsis of what we would learn and then a quick exercise to introduce us to the program we were being taught.
"Why isn't it working?" Shellie tossed her hands in the air, a bit of frustration coming through. Being a natural with computers, I had picked up on it quickly while she was obviously having a little more difficulty.
Without a second thought, I leaned over a bit to her screen to help. "I think you have to use that one first," I pointed at the button that she had been missing in her errors, "then go over there." I looked at her and smiled, catching her sweet intoxicating aroma in my nose.
"Oh my..., thanks," she replied with a genuine smile back as I regrettably leaned away again. She clapped gleefully as she finally managed to complete the task. I couldn't help but continue smiling back at her, a bit goofy-looking I'm sure. I was already losing myself to the overwhelming power this beautiful woman was holding on me.
When the class broke for break, I headed outside for a smoke. To my absolute delight, Shellie came out as well and we just chatted even though she didn't share in my horrible habit. Though I didn't realize it then, that was the moment that our friendship truly began.
Over the next few weeks we discussed and laughed about the various projects in class. We offered suggestions and praises to each other's work and I reveled in the ability to finally have a friend I could share my passion with as well as had a talent to match my own. In her presence, I also came out of my shell; finding that outgoing, joking and sometimes a little charming part of me that I had thought had disappeared years before.
I always had a bit of an advantage in learning the new techniques on the program but was just as quick to give a helping hand to Shellie. I helped a few others around me too occasionally just so no one would catch on to my extreme attraction to this beautiful goddess. Truth be told, I really enjoyed having the excuse to lean closer to her though; she always smelled divinely and more than once I found myself getting lost in her gorgeous eyes or the heavenly vision of her sensual cleavage.
It was during one of these moments when I sat just admiring both the art that she made as well as the art that was naturally her when she turned to me for some help once more. "How can I get this to split here?" she pointed at the screen. She had actually caught me staring through the button of her blouse at the sensual point where her milky white and lightly freckled breast met the brassiere's fabric though she didn't realize that she had caught me.
I acted without thinking, snapping my eyes up to hers and hoping not to have been noticed while subconsciously placing my hand over hers on her mouse. Instantly electricity shot through my entire body the moment I touched her that first time; a feeling of blissful heaven, of angelic radiance, of pure awe.
Realizing I probably shouldn't have done that, I showed her quickly on the screen and pulled my hand back. I looked up at her worried, concerned that I might have overstepped my bounds by not thinking straight. She didn't really seem all that worried about it though, going on about her work as if my touching her hand were a daily occurrence. I sighed quietly, content both in the sparkling feeling that still lingered within me and the hope that I might try it again sometime.
That one class quickly became the center of my life. I looked forward with high hopes to those three hours that I shared with her every week; the rest of the week just existing as I waited once more for that moment. I found myself thinking of Shellie the moment I awoke, wondering what she might be doing at different times throughout the day and most of all; she was the protagonist in the best of my dreams. The morning after, I always woke up with the stiffest morning wood I had felt in years.
At the house, things were continuing to deteriorate as the end of the year came on. My wife took the children to visit her family for Christmas in what we agreed would be a trial separation; completely unsure whether they would actually return. Though I loved my children dearly and missed them for the holidays, I was glad that they wouldn't have to witness the unending arguing and fighting any longer that had become the daily routine in our household.
The time alone also gave me ample opportunity to think of Shellie with even greater frequency. More than one lonely night was passed where she was on my mind while I fantasized of the things I wanted to do to her; to caress her soft cheeks, kiss her sensual lips, put my arms around her waist and hold her close to me, feeling her lovely curves press against my body and so on.
