My name is Oliver Johanssen. Yep, a big husky guy of Norwegian descent, right down to the close cropped hair and square jaw.
At 5'11" and 210 pounds, the name fits the look perfectly. I did play football in high school but getting a scholarship for that wasn't even close because in college, they considered me too small. It didn't help that I had a set of legs the size of tree trunks, so my 18.5 second 100 yard dash was very slow, I was a tad too short for basketball, in baseball I could have probably managed but I found it boring. Plus it was on the rare side that I actually did hit the ball, although when I did it was normally gone out of sight.
It was like I was cursed to come up just short in all directions. Just a guy, in college, trying to get somewhere and not completely sure where in the hell that was.
The very best description of meeting Tamara is that the situation was trite. By trite, I mean that it happens a lot I guess.
There was none of this "eyes met across the crowded room", etc. No lithe sexy thing on the dance floor, or instant connection over a few drinks at a party.
No, I was at the library. I will bet that I know a half dozen couples that met at a library.
Well, I do know one couple that met at a grocery store over a hilarious discussion concerning a Zuchinni. I heard that one at a party when several couples were talking, up came the subject of how they had met.
First it was John and Kay, he was going for his very first sky diving trip. He had gotten hung up somehow climbing into the plane, fell out and broke his ankle.
Kay it seemed, was a nurse. In the process of Kay getting his pants off one thing led to another and they were a couple before he even got the cast put on. The other guys had carried John to the station wagon that they all arrived in. John had insisted they go ahead and go up, Kay stayed behind to tend to John. She had his pants off, leaning over him to check his leg and her boobs were "just hanging there in space" as he put it.
"I couldn't help myself. Or I should say that's what I actually did!" He laughed, as Kay blushed furiously right on cue.
"Never did get to sky dive." Was his punch line.
Then Bill Jelen told his, he was in the produce section when his slip of a wife named Amiko had held up an 8 inch Zuchinni and asked him in broken english if that was the right size to take home.
He did the animations and the broken English part of the conversation that followed perfectly which cracked everyone up. I had heard it before, it was still funny as hell.
Some eyes turned to my wife and I, all I said was, "We met in a library." Which got the usual rolled eyes.
I never ever told any of them the rest. My wife and I met...several times, I guess.
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I had to finish a report and I had to finish it that night because the next day I needed to hand it in. Plus I needed to get at least a "C" grade or better, if not the results would be one of those "Oh no!" situations.
Redoing my 3rd semester was not in my future plans at all. As it was, I was putting in 40 hours pumping gas to get this far each week, my fridge in my ratty apartment had the remains of some of those "Diez Tacos" orders and a science experiment that used to be called milk.
In my spare time I was trying to keep up with Kathy, the slightly on the fat side little blond down the hallway in number 6, and Jen, who lived just two blocks away and spent every spare minute of every single day running.
Except when she was at my place down on her back with her heels kicking in the air. She came by three times each week, then she would go home, shower, and go run some more.
Running all the time meant that Jen had the strongest legs I ever saw on a woman, or a man either for that matter.
One thing she liked to do was get me down on my back on the floor, then she would set down on me and do deep knee bends with her knees at complete right angles.
The only thing touching was my cock and her pussy, try that sometime. It really is amazing, although I doubt that there are very many women that can do it.
Lucky for me, Jen always went straight home after her runs because sure as hell Kathy would come down the hall and knock on my door.
Well, I thought that is what Jen did, anyway. I was reasonably sure from the way she acted that I wasn't the only one plugging her holes on a regular basis. Jen was one of those rare women that just could not get enough sex, I guess in truth I was only a booty call.
Kathy was thinking she was in love with me and that was showing the beginnings of a problem. While I certainly did enjoy her soft and on the big side body, with large oversize breasts already showing the signs of gravity winning the battle, I most certainly was not in love with her.
I had no plans at all for anything permanent.
Kathy knew nothing about Jen and Jen knew nothing about Kathy, I was barely managing to juggle things around there enough to keep the peace.
Add in another gal named Sissi Toyoda that I saw once a month or so, a blond I knew from back in high school that as far as I could tell didn't have a single oriental DNA strain in her body?
Needless to say, I was a busy boy, which is mostly why I was so far behind with the damned report.
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I looked over and there Tamara sat, glasses perched on her nose, hair more or less pulled back into a bun. There were stray strands of hair hanging down here and there, she kept brushing them back from her face with no effect. She had on a bulky sweater and blue jeans, and looked to be on the homely side.
I really didn't notice her so much as the book she was reading. I needed that book for my report, and the space on the shelf for added copies was empty.
So I found a chair, sat down and waited. She sat there and read. After perhaps 20 minutes, she glanced up at me, realizing I was watching her.
She looked quickly away with a blush, leaned forward more intently to the book.
I wanted that fucking book!
I was mentally willing her to hurry up and finish what she was doing.
I looked impatiently at my watch, then back up at her. She glanced at me again, did another blush and went back to reading.
I couldn't stand it. Here sat this skinny, dumpy dressed and overly plain woman, reading that damn book, taking her damned sweet time about it.
This was fucking me up, I was running out of time.
"Are you going to be very long?" I blurted out finally. She looked up at me in surprise.
"I..what?" She asked, looking at me. I realized her eyes were green, her hair a reddish color. Freckles, of course, round wire frame glasses big enough for her and me and a few classmates at once.
"That book! I need it for my report!" I managed.
"Oh. So do I. Isn't there another copy?" She was still mildly blushing. I realized she had slightly rough skin on her cheeks, probably from years of fighting acne. With no sign of makeup at all, she looked on the pale side.
"No. I guess that one is it." I sighed, getting an unhappy look on my face.
"Well, I'm going to be...hey, do you want to share? I am almost done with my report, I just need some of the information, you can look at it while I make notes." Her voice was very quiet, just above a whisper.
"Thank you, you just saved my life!" I told her, getting up and taking the chair next to her.
