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Author's Note: All characters in this story are over 18.
Author's Note #2: None of the characters in this story are directly taken from real life. My characters are compiled from dozens of people I know. I get an idea for a character in my head, and then give them personality traits or physical characteristics that I have experienced from many different people. I try to make the ensuing composition of the character believable, but most of the stuff is made up. If something about the character seems off or inconsistent, I'm sorry! Creating a character is hard!
Elaboration: No, I don't look like the guys in my stories. They aren't meant to be me, they don't have my personality, and I wouldn't act like they do in the story.
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It was a dark and stormy night....
Actually, it was a rather gloomy spring afternoon, but it seemed especially gloomy because it was Friday. April in middle Tennessee tends to be the most bipolar time of the year. Any weatherman from this region who accurately predicts the weather 3 days in a row is rumored to be banned from Las Vegas because he is
much
too lucky.
It had stopped raining a couple hours before, but the weather was still in the upper 50s, so jackets and jeans were the attire of the day. The omnipresent wind prevented the beautiful young ladies on the college campus from wearing skirts.
Shame, that,
I thought as I moseyed my way to the engineering lab to meet my girlfriend, Natalie.
She had invited me to spend time with her and a few friends while they studied for some engineering test. If I could endure their gossiping/studying for an hour or so, the plan was to use the projector and screen in the classroom for a late-night movie-watching marathon. I figured it was worth hanging around a dull lab for an hour or so if it scored me a few points with Natalie, and maybe a make-out session later.
We had only started dating a couple months ago, since it took me several months to work up the courage to ask her out. I had been dating my high school sweetheart through our first two years of university, but a long-distance relationship was too much of a burden for either of us to bear, apparently. At least that's what she said. I personally thought it had more to do with the accounting major with loads of money that she had met at a party.
I wasn't broke, but I did have to work to put myself through college, and there just wasn't a ton of money left after the college fleeced my bank account. My job wasn't bad - a park ranger with flexible hours so I could attend mostly day classes. I'd always loved being outside, and my duties mainly consisted of cleaning up after tourists, moving plants from point A to point B at the whims of my supervisor, destroying any poison ivy around trails that I found, and busting high-schoolers who decided that parks were good places to do drugs.
Anyway, my previous girl broke up with me, and I didn't even consider another girl until my nerdy roommate introduced me to a girl in his engineering classes, Natalie. Now, she isn't a knockout by anyone's standards, but she has this great smile and gorgeous blue eyes. She's not thin, but nowhere near being fat. She just has this naturally thicker build and a very calming and down-to-earth personality. Long, soft brown hair frames her mostly clear complexion. Her lips are full, and she has a habit of biting her lower lip when she's thinking hard, which is often.
She's fairly fit, because she runs 3 times a week in the morning. She stands about 5'5", though around most people she seems smaller, because she has self-esteem issues due to her acne that didn't clear up until last year (and a previous boyfriend who never paid much attention to her). My roommate told me this while threatening to put me in the hospital if I ever hurt her. He's known her for years; apparently they used to go to the same high school in Ohio, where she's from. He views her as a sister, which gives weight to a threat that would otherwise seem silly coming from a scrawny, pale nerd.
Of course, it didn't take me long to notice her boobs. She tends to wear T-shirts all the time, so they hide much of the shape of her round breasts. From my (limited) knowledge of breast sizes, she looks like a big B-cup, or a small C-cup. I couldn't wait until she invited me into her dorm room, so I could sneak a peek at one of her bras and find out exactly what size she wears. Not that it matters, but it would be nice to know.
So I managed not to get lost in the labyrinth of the engineering building and found the lab. I walked in, and Natalie briefly glanced up. I noticed she was wearing that green tie-dyed t-shirt that I had told her I liked the previous week week.
"Hey, you," she said. She introduced me briefly to her friends. The first girl, Hong, was a short Asian girl with long dark hair. She was wearing a very tight black shirt, which hugged her impressive bust as if tempting me to stare at her chest, and a pair of equally tight jeans. She smiled at me, and as she greeted me, I noticed that she didn't have any accent at all. Obviously she had grown up in America.
The other girl, slightly taller than Natalie and Hong, looked very familiar. She smiled at me after Natalie introduced her, "Don't you remember me?"
I searched my memory, and when she put her hands on her hips in mock anger, I remembered that pose, and immediately blushed.
"I think he does," Christina mock-whispered to Natalie, and all three girls giggled.
I had known Christina back in middle school. Her family had moved to the house down the street from mine, the one right next to the old run-down farm. She and I had spent hours exploring that farm and shooting BB guns (and an old S&W pistol her dad let us use as long as we were careful) at tin cans, bags of flour, and paper targets. Her family had moved away to New York after a year, and I had forgotten all about her.
In place of the short-haired blonde 12-year-old with the radiant smile and the thick Southern accent that I remembered (and had a crush on) stood a woman with long, wavy, dirty-blonde hair and a slightly less thick Southern accent. Her smile was much saucier than I remembered, and she grinned up at me as if my blush was the most entertaining thing she'd seen in a while. I guess she hadn't forgotten that crush I used to have on her....
She had gotten rid of the old shirts and ripped jeans she used to wear, and replaced them with a low-cut black shirt and a long, loose black skirt. Personally, I thought she was brave to wear that skirt outside in the wind, but obviously I didn't say anything. Plus, I was more distracted by the slight bit of cleavage that was showing. Her boobs, while definitely smaller than Natalie's, were still probably a B-cup. Her shirt (or bra) slightly pressed them together to create a larger tunnel of cleavage than she would otherwise have.
I gave Natalie a hug and she playfully hit me on the arm. "Go sit down over by the desk over there - the one with the breadboards stacked on top of it. We shouldn't be too long."
Christina smirked at me and the three girls went over to finish covering the whiteboard in numbers and weird symbols. I sat down and pulled out my laptop. One of the benefits of being a communications major with an emphasis in radio communications is the lack of a lot of homework. I started to play a video game while I waited, surreptitiously watching Natalie's rear end while she worked. I also checked out Christina's and Hong's, glancing up when I thought they were focusing on something else. Both their asses were very tight, whereas Natalie's had a little meat on it.
After an hour, they still weren't done. They were huddled around a part of the whiteboard, puzzling over some complicated circuit. Natalie was chewing furiously on her bottom lip, and when she realized I was watching her, she looked up. "We'll get done soon. Then we'll watch a movie. Ok?"
"Ok." I grinned at her. "Don't eat all of your bottom lip in the meantime. I want enough of it left so I can kiss you properly later."
She immediately blushed, and Christina and Hong started to giggle furiously. I mentally gave myself a high-five, then noted that I would never have said that around my old girlfriend. As I grew more comfortable with her, Natalie seemed to bring out my personality, whereas I always felt intimidated when I still dated my ex.
I went back to my game and she went back to work with her giggling friends. After a while, I could tell that they were losing focus, because their conversation went from being mostly about solving the problems, to being mostly about boys and other gossip. Christina regaled Hong and Natalie with embarrassing tales about her ex-boyfriend, who among other things apparently had a tiny dick. Natalie's face was so red when Christina started talking about her lack of a good sex life, all but confirming my suspicions that Natalie was a virgin, and Christina was not.
I wondered about Hong. She had been quiet during Christina's tales, but she seemed completely at ease with the topic of conversation. I wondered if she had a boyfriend, or if she was "in the market" like Christina. Not that it mattered to me; I was content with Natalie. We hadn't done anything past kissing yet, but I wasn't in a rush to push her beyond her comfort boundaries. Heck, just kissing Natalie was enough to provide me with jerk-off material without having to resort to the secret stash of porn on my laptop.
After a while, the girls seemed to realize that they weren't getting anything done, and Christina whispered something in Natalie's ear. Natalie blushed and came around to where I was sitting, watching a TV show on my laptop. She bent down and pulled the ear buds out of my ears.
"I've been instructed to keep you occupied while they clean up and set up the movie."
