Joan was a petite, 19-year-old, brunette. She was 5'2," and her body was accented by breasts and hips that were just large enough to give her some very nice curves. She had very little body fat, and her belly was soft but flat. She usually wore her hair in a style that framed her face in a soft oval. Joan was not a glamorous beauty, but, she presented an appearance that was deliciously cute. On top of her appearance, Joan had a very sweet personality to go with it.
Unbeknownst to Joan, she had played a staring roll in the wet dreams of almost every boy who knew her in high school. She had dated a few of the luckier boys, while the rest had merely drooled over their thoughts of Joan.
Bill, also 19, was a very good athlete, and he had played sports through high school. He was 5'11" and weighed 210 pounds. He kept his light brown hair cut short and neatly combed. Bill had kept his solid body in excellent condition during the summer following high school graduation. When he enrolled in college, the football and basketball coaches had both been disappointed. Bill didn't even tried out for their teams.
Unfortunately for Bill, he had not been one of Joan's boyfriends. They had always been friendly towards one another all through high school, but they had never been on a date with each other. Even though Bill frequently wanted to get to know Joan on a more personal level, one, or the other, always seemed to have something going with someone else.
Joan and Bill had many things in common though. They had known each other since they had been in the 8th grade. They had hung out with the same group of friends through high school. Both were good students, and had known early in their Junior year they would be going to the same state university.
Early in their Senior year of high school, Joan and Bill had applied to, and were accepted by the state university several hundred miles from their home town. Their acceptance was dependent on high school graduation, of course. As resident college freshmen, they would be away from home and on their own for the first time. Though they were very good high school students, Joan and Bill had promised to help and support each other at college if either needed it.
Within a week after the start of their college classes, both Joan and Bill realized they needed that help. Bill was strong in math and the sciences. Joan excelled in English and had wonderful writing skills. Their skills and weaknesses complimented each other. They were soon studying together almost every night.
The study sessions were held in Joan's dorm room. Her room afforded much roomier comfort than Bill's did. Bill shared his very small dormitory accommodations with a roommate. It was little more than one room with a bathroom at the end of the hall.
Joan, on the other hand, had a small apartment to her self. It consisted of a small living room, a bedroom with two twin beds, and a bathroom. She was supposed to have had a roommate. However, the prospective roommate had gotten ill just prior to the beginning of classes, and she still hadn't arrived on campus.
As Bill and Joan studied together, their personal relationship gradually changed. They were slowly growing closer. What had started out as two friends helping each other with homework, had grown to become something more. After several weeks, their study sessions had begun to be interrupted by periods of playful teasing, prodding, hugging, and quick gentle kisses on their cheeks. In addition to their homework sessions, they spent most of their free time together.
One chilly Friday evening, Bill arrived at Joan's room carrying, along with his books, a college student's basic survival needs, a pizza and a cheap bottle of wine.
He said, "We've been working hard on school work. Since we don't have class until Monday, how about helping me with this pizza and wine. We can study tomorrow night."
With a smile spreading widely over her face, Joan agreed. They had been working very hard since the start of classes, and their good test scores reflected that work. So, she too felt they deserved a break.
Joan put her books away and turned on her TV. She and Bill settled on the couch to watch TV and eat. As they ate the pizza and drank the wine, they became playful with each other, as they usually did. Then, as they finished the last of the wine, Joan laid her head on Bill's shoulder and settled in to watch a movie that had just started on TV.
With his left arm around Joan's shoulders, Bill gently pulled her toward him and tried to kiss her cheek.
This time, however, Joan resisted, briefly. She turned her head to face him. Instead of the playful peck they usually shared, she gave him a passionate, lip to lip, tongue darting, open mouth, extended lip lock.
As they breathlessly broke the kiss, both Bill and Joan gazed into each other's eyes. Something had just changed between them. Bill scooted to the end of the couch, turned Joan so her back was toward him, and gently laid her in his lap. She offered no resistance. Joan, her neck and head cradled in Bill's right arm, smiled up at him. He was gazing into her bright hazel eyes. Bill wrapped his left arm around Joan's waist and, withhis right arm, pulled her face toward his. They kissed again. Only this time, they kissed with a passion neither had known before.
Both knew their relationship was rapidly changing. No longer would they be just friends and study partners. They were becoming much more.
As they broke their kiss, Bill hugged her and softly said, "I've been wanting to do that for years, but you always seemed to have a boyfriend."
"Oh, I wish you had asked me out, I've had a crush on you since we were in the 9th grade. I was so jealous of the girls you dated." Joan softly replied. "Now, kiss me like you mean it."
Bill again pulled her toward him and gave her the most sensual kiss he knew how to give. Their tongues explored each others mouths as he held her upper body tightly to his. His left hand had slid under her sweatshirt and was rubbing her back.
When he started nuzzling her neck and ears, she made soft mewing sounds. She was purring like a kitten. A quiet gasp escaped from Joan's throat when Bill slid his hand around her body and cupped her right breast.