Spring was in the air, the sun was shining, the birds were singing and a young man's fancies turn to love. Or so the saying goes. Beyond a shadow of a doubt my thoughts were most definitely on love or at the very least I was thinking of making love.
I was in my final semester at ASU eagerly looking forward to the coming summer. My brother, Jim, had invited me to stay with him at his ranch outside of Flagstaff and take it easy before going out to look for a job.
The idea of spending the summer in the cool pines of northern Arizona was very tempting. Anything to escape from the oppressive heat of summer in the Valley of the Sun.
I loved my parents very much, but I was anxious to get out on my own. Here I was almost twenty two and I was still living at home.
Living at home has it's advantages, don't get me wrong. No rent to pay, no groceries to buy. My parents didn't expect me to pay anything so I didn't. That was part of the deal we made when it was time for me to go to college. As long as I maintained a three point seven five grade point average I would not be required to pay any room and board.
My uncle Jack had died when I was only five and left me some money, it went into a trust fund earning a high rate of interest. No one ever told me how much money there was and other than the lawyer, I don't think anyone in the family even knew.
While growing up I was encouraged to save my money and what ever I managed to put away Dad matched it, penny for penny. By the time I entered college there was enough to pay my tuition, books and whatever lab fees there might be from the trust fund. While the money I had saved paid my living expenses, providing I was frugal. Between much studying and little money, I led a very boring life.
But soon things were going to change. In a few more months I would graduate
Spring break was a short two weeks away and I was preparing my mind for a difficult exam that we were told to expect in one of my business classes.
There were several girls in that particular class and watching them strive to get their point across to the professor always made my day.
One of the most pleasant to watch was a little fox named Samantha. I sat two rows in front of her during class and, when I would glance back at her while she talked to the prof, was frequently blessed with fleeting glimpses under her skirts, which always seemed to be too short and tight. We often made eye contact during class but I never pursued it any further.
I was sitting in the library one evening, studying for that exam, when I noticed Samantha across the room. She looked up, saw me watching her and smiled. I quickly looked away and went back to my studies. A little while later I looked up at her again and this time it was her turn to glance away. She looked back a moment later and I was still staring at her. This time we both smiled. I decided now was as good a time as any to see if anything might be made of the situation and got up to walked over to where she was sitting.
"Hi, Samantha," I said, settling down on the table next to her books. "I think we both need a break."
"Hi Dave, how are you?" she asked, leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs. The movement caused her tight mini-skirt to slip high up her legs, exposing a large portion of her shapely thighs.
"Not bad. Are you ready for the exam tomorrow?"
"No, and I really hate cramming," she stated, "I've been waiting for you to ask me out since the first day of class. I know you've been interested, what with the way you try peek up my skirts during class."
"Opps, caught me. Sorry if I offended you," I said, blushing slightly and diverting my eyes. "The only thing I can say in my only defense is that you have a great pair of legs. And you have to admit, you do tend to invite it with the way that you dress."
"I dress this way to try to entice you. But you never seemed interested enough. What is there about me that you don't like? Aren't I attractive enough for you?"
"Don't put yourself down. Quite the contrary, I think you are gorgeous. I've wanted to ask you out but I couldn't take a chance."
"What do you mean, take a chance? Take a chance on what?"
"I can't afford to have much of a social life," I explained.
"From what I've been able to find out you don't have any social life at all," she interrupted. "I've never seen you anywhere with a girl. And everyone I've asked has said the same thing. I was beginning to think you were weird or something."
"Oh, I'm weird all right, but not the way you might think."
"Hmm. Well, you've aroused my curiosity."
"I think girls are the most fantastic and mysterious creatures in all the world. Like I said earlier I can't afford much of a social life. I still live at home because it is cheaper. I don't go out because I have to spend so much time studying. I'm not super brilliant so it takes a lot of work to maintain the grades I need."
"I was wondering about that. You're a business major, right? What can you expect to gain by being in the top five percent of your class? Why try so hard?"
I went on to explain about my uncle's will and the deal I had made with my parents. About how I wanted to date more but just couldn't take the chance of becoming side-tracked and having my grades slip.
"But now my expenses are all paid, including graduation. Now I'm ready to bust loose a little. Would you care to go out with me this Saturday?"
"I think you're going to get a little crazy and I'd like to be with you when it happens. Do you know where I live?" she asked.
I admitted that I didn't and when she leaned forward xxxxx proceeded to give me directions to the apartment she was sharing with another girl.
"Ok see you later. Good luck on the exam tomorrow," I said and started to go back to my books.
"Wait a minute. Come back here, I have something I want to give you so you won't change your mind about our date Saturday night."
"What is it?"
"Just come a little closer. I want to whisper it in your ear."
I bent over and, when I was within her reach, she wrapped an arm around my neck and pulled my lips down to meet hers. Her tongue burrowed between my lips and she gave me a wild French kiss.
I lost my balance and, in reaching out for something to steady myself with, my flailing hand came to rest on her warm thigh just below the hem of her hiked-up mini-skirt. She moaned into my mouth as I grasped her leg for support. The feeling of her smooth thigh in my clutching hand coupled with her sensuous kiss was extremely exciting.
"Sorry about that, it was an accident," I apologized, pulling away from her.
"Mmmm," she smiled impishly, "that's alright. Some of the best things in life happen by accident."
"I mean it. I wasn't trying to cop a feel. It's just that I lost my balance when you pulled me down like that."
"I understand, it's okay. See you tomorrow in class."
I walked back to my seat in a daze and tried to remember what I was studying. My mind was not cooperating, all I could see were Samantha's temptingly parted legs and how soft her thigh had felt. Finally after five minutes or so I was back in the swing of things. When I looked up a little later, she was gone.
