It had been raining all night and the sweet smell of spring and new life is wafting into my bedroom through the cracked open pane as I lazily open my eyes. I breathe in deep . . . the smell is invigorating. God, it feels so good to wake up on a morning like this. The pattering of raindrops on the roof of my little townhouse had me sleeping like a baby all night. It's still sprinkling a little bit, but I am glad for that. The feeling of a rainy day just arouses my senses; it makes me feel rejuvenated.
I live in a city. Well, sort of. More like a really big town. You know, just large enough to avoid the whole 'small town gossip' feeling, but not so big that we have stuff like gang violence and road rage. We have a community college, where I am in my sophomore year. That is where I met Mark, my boyfriend.
Mark is a firefighter. He and some of his coworkers came to one of my classes a couple weeks ago. The crew of engine 17. Oh my god . . . you should have seen my girlfriends and me when they walked into our class! None of us knew that they would be visiting for a presentation until shortly before they arrived. We were like a bunch of horny little Jr. High school girls half-fainting and giggling; at least that is what I felt like . . . it was embarrassing! Some of the guys in our class saw us gawking shamelessly and were noticeably jealous. Who cares . . . these guys could make you melt just from the look of them. From the moment I first saw Mark, I couldn't take my eyes off of him. And I don't mean that figuratively either. We watched as they walked in, but when Mark turned around, he looked around the room and our eyes met. I will never in my life forget this experience. I felt like I was his prisoner. I knew I was staring, but I just could not look away. Believe me. I tried! His eyes were completely enchanting. I was chewing a piece of gum and my jaw just froze mid-chew. It was only when his eyes broke away and scanned the rest of the room that I was released from this weird, mesmerizing spell. I felt moisture welling up inside me as soon as I was let loose from those bewitching green eyes. God, after that I really felt like a little schoolgirl. I hadn't been so easily turned on just by the look of someone since I was in 10th grade!
I wish you could know him instead of me trying to describe him to you. Not only is he well-built, broad-shouldered; simply gorgeous, but he is also charming and witty. During his presentation, his buddies would jokingly input comments about his subject matter, and he immediately would retort back at them. They were like bread and butter, constantly working off of each other. When he wasn't talking, I was sure that I caught him looking over at me more than once. I thought it was just my overactive imagination until my girlfriend Jodi leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, "Have you noticed that one on the right staring at you?" I just about died. I replied, "You noticed too?", but she saw it all over my face before I even said a word. I could feel my love juice starting to seep through to my panties . . . I crossed my legs just so I could bounce my foot up and down to stimulate myself. I hope this wasn't as obvious as it felt to me. I just couldn't resist. Oh, did I want him . . . but how do you approach a guy like that?
Don't get me wrong. I am not shy. I never have any problem approaching a guy and starting a conversation. My biggest problem is usually trying not to be too friendly. You know, remain mysterious. But this was different. Every time I tried to think of a way to meet him in a way that appeared casual and comfortable, I would just lose all confidence. I was at a loss. When the public relations presentation was over and his crew was walking out, our eyes met and we smiled at each other. God, did he have dimples to die for. As luck would have it, I was running late before class and ended up on the aisle seat, right next to the aisle they left on. He passed right by me! Of course Jodi saw everything. Her jaw dropped to the floor. "You have GOT to meet him!", she says, but I was floating by then and hardly heard the words. The constant bouncing of my foot had been steadily increasing my pleasure as my hood and clitoris gently caressed in it's secret hiding place, but this mild form of stimulation could only provide so much satisfaction. It only served to tease me. I wanted so much more, and my mind again wandered to wild, fantastic ways to meet him. As it turns out, I didn't have to.
My second class of the morning had finished and I had about an hour or so for lunch break before my afternoon classes begun. Jodi and I met up in the quad, as is our usual custom, and went across the street from campus to eat at one of the local fast-food places. I was waiting by the counter for my order to be called. Jodi had her food, was pouring her drink at the soda fountain and finding a seat when the whole engine 17 crew walked in laughing and joking with each other. I was aghast! It was too good to be true, almost too scary to be true. The exhilaration returned to me immediately. Warmth instantly began to emanate from my love canal. It took everything I had to regain my composure. I didn't know what to do when he looked over and saw me standing there. Fortunately I didn't have to do anything. He was so calm and collected! He left his buddies in line and came straight up to me. As a pleasantry, he introduced himself and said he remembered me from my 9:15 Earth Science class. We both knew that this reminder was completely unnecessary, but it gave me a chance to calm my nerves down a little. He was so direct and to the point. There was no more small talk, no beating around the bush. He simply said, "I'd really like to see you sometime. Would you like to go out?" He asked for my number so I offered to get him a pen out of my book bag so he could write it down. He declined with that sweet smile saying, "That's not necessary. I'll remember it."
We've been out about a half-dozen times now. The first experience was amazing. We did the usual dinner and movie combo. He was such a gentleman the whole night. It wasn't just him opening doors and offering me his coat when a cold wind blew through the movie theater plaza. He doted on me; seemed to hang on my every word. I felt like I was the only girl in the whole world! I hardly knew him, but I already wanted him so bad! You know, all those girlish 'knight-in-shining-armor' feelings welling up inside of me. Well after our date, he took me home and I invited him in. We talked a little bit, but all I can really remember about that conversation was the little nonchalant touching and body contact we had. I especially remember him putting his arm on the couch behind me and lazily playing with my hair while I talked to him. The gentle tugs and caresses on my scalp gave me the shivers. I even got goose bumps. Well, needless to say, I was totally enthralled with him and every sexual nerve in me was constantly reminding me of it.
It didn't take long before he leaned over and kissed me. I felt butterflies in my stomach. Yeah, just from a kiss! He was so soft and gentle as he played with my hair and softly laid kisses on my lips and neck. They felt like sweet, cool snowflakes falling down on me. It didn't take long before our kissing became more warm and passionate. He put both arms around me and pulled me in close to him. My nipples were solid and poking through my blouse. When he pulled me in, they brushed up against his chest. He put his hands on me and started to softly rub my hard nipples through my blouse while he kissed me. It felt soooo good! I started moaning my approval as we kissed; our tongues rolling and sparring with each other. My pussy was so hot and moist from all this foreplay! I thought that I would become so wet that I'd start to show through on my navy blue skirt. My pussy was dripping; completely saturated with warm juice lubricating me and crying out for him to fill me up. But he just kept kissing me and rubbing his hands all over my body. The tension was driving me crazy . . . did he know what he was doing to me? Oh, god. My body ached; longing to be consumed with this passion he teased me with.