"Guys hit on me all the time, what makes you different?"
"I'm not hitting on you, that's what makes me different."
The incredibly hot blonde stood staring at me, not sure what to say. I had just told her that her boyfriend was a loser and she could do much better. She must have been expecting me to follow it up with suggesting that I would treat her better, but the truth was, I was too busy for a girlfriend. I had returned to college after several years working, and between school, studying, and work, I was stretched to the limits. Unfortunately, seeing all of these 18-22 year-old hot babes kept my cock stretched to the limits as well. I couldn't help but flirt with some of them as they came through the small restaurant I worked at on campus.
But this girl was different. Not only was she by far the most beautiful girl on campus, but she had this presence about her, an elegance that I could not describe because I had never experienced it before.
"So what's the deal," I asked, "you're so beautiful that most guys are too scared to ask you out?" I have become more bold as I have gotten older. I was too shy to say something like that to a beautiful girl while I was in high school.
She looked at me questioningly for a moment. I saw a hint of interest from her for the first time. "It has been a lot like that."
I interrupted her, "But let me ask this, does the fact that you are so beautiful go to your head?"
"You ask a lot of questions! I don't know, I try to just be me, but sometimes I get lonely and only guys like Steve ask me out. What's a girl to do?" She was being honest. I had only seen her come through the restaurant a few times, and we didn't even know each other's names, but she was always very nice, something you don't always see in beautiful women. I also suspected she came from a wealthy family, and because I came from a working class family it had always been easy to detect any attitude rich people have. She had it, but she seemed honest and sincere. And damn was she beautiful! I could stare into her blue eyes forever. But I wanted more than that. My mind kept telling me that I couldn't fit a girlfriend into my schedule, but my crotch was telling me something else.
"Guys my age bore me, to tell the truth. All they want is sex, and they aren't even very good at it."
My mind instantly created countless images in my head.
"Older guys are more mature." Somehow I added, "and more experienced."
"You know your way around a woman's body, I suppose?" She smiled. I didn't know if she was serious or just teasing. But I kept my cool.
"Yes, I'm very familiar with how to please a woman."
"This is supposed to be the point when you say 'can I show you?'."
"I don't have to say something tacky like that. The offer is on the table, if you are interested let me know."
I found out her name was Denise, and we talked for a few more minutes, then she left.
I only work a few days a week, and Denise doesn't come in everyday, so it was a while before I saw her again.
I said hello and tried not to seem eager.
"Still seeing Steve?" I asked.
"Not really."
"What does that mean?"
"I told him I didn't want to see him anymore."
"Oh, do you have anyone new in your life?" I wasn't sure what I would hear. She was definitely flirting with me, but she wouldn't come out and admit she was interested. If I really wanted her I would have to make the move.
"I'm not sure, there is this one guy I seem to keep thinking about."
I was in. "It wouldn't happen to be me, would it?" I flashed my most charming smile.
"Maybe."
"Do you want to get some coffee, or something when I get off work?" I asked.
"That sounds nice."
We spent an hour that night talking over coffee at a nearby all-night cafe.
I learned that she wasn't really rich. Her parents were well-off, but her dad had taken a bath when internet stocks crashed. I started to see more of her personality that night - and I was hooked. She loved animals, had a dog, rode horses, and she loves baseball. Not bad, I thought. All-American beauty loves baseball.
I told her a little about myself, that I had worked for a few years before returning to college. We laughed together at my stories of the crazy people I used to worked for. She seemed interested in everything I had to say, unlike a lot of dates I have been on.
I could really fall for this girl.
I asked her out again, this time a formal date, or as formal as dates get in college: bowling.
When the night came I picked her up at her sorority house. She made a point of showing me off to all of the girls, which I found particularly fun.
Bowling was a great choice. It gave me a chance to get a good look at Denise's ass. She was wearing tight jeans, and her ass was tight, firm, an amazing! She also had on a t-shirt, but it wasn't too large to tell that she had a really nice set of tits. I have been with women with huge breasts, and some with tiny breasts, and I actually prefer them in between. Denise's were just right, from what I could tell.
After bowling we ended up back at my apartment. She had made some excuse about needing to use a bathroom, and my place was close by. I was checking my answering machine when she returned from the bathroom and, standing behind me, started running her hands over my legs, my ass, and reached around and rubbed my crotch. I was wearing jeans that were a little tight to start with, and they were suddenly getting much too tight!
I turned around, and for the first time we kissed. The first couple of kisses were soft and sensual, and I could tell she was a very good kisser. Then we opened our mouths, and her tongue shot into mine, exploring my tongue. I returned the favor, and we started feeling each other's bodies through our clothes.
I picked her up and carried her to my bed, setting her down on the edge. I leaned down and removed her sandals, exposing her bare feet. I have always found women's feet sexy, and hers were beautiful. I gently kissed one foot, then the other. She squirmed a little on the bed. I stood up and gave her a wet kiss, then leaned over and helped pull her t-shirt out of her jeans and pull it over her head. She had a pale blue silk bra on from Victoria's Secret that really highlighted her breasts. It was so sexy it should be illegal. My cock was ready to burst.
I deliberately took my time and kissed her neck, pushing her hair away from her ear, and kissed and licked her ear lobe. She was getting extremely hot as I could easily tell from her moaning and body language. I don't think any of the college age boys ever took their time with someone like this, they just jumped right into fucking. And that is a damn shame. Her body was begging to be kissed, licked, tasted, and explored. If my cock would oblige, I wanted to spend hours on her body with my mouth.
I went back to her neck, and started down her chest. I lightly brushed her breasts with my face, then kissed below her breasts on her upper stomach, teasing her. I touched her sides, and felt how warm her skin was. I moved my hands to her breasts, teasing her for a moment by lightly brushing them, and then I cupped them in my hands and gently squeezed. "Uhh.." she moaned softly. This girl was amazing. I resisted the urge to tear off her jeans and just start fucking. I wanted this to be the most sensual experience of our lives, and I knew the fucking would be extra hot when we got around to it.
As I kissed her breasts, over, around, and through the pale blue bra, I slipped the bra clasp open with one hand and slowly moved the straps over her shoulders. She quickly moved her arms to remove it, not wanting anything between my lips and her hard nipples. I kissed her areola, one at a time. I licked her areola, intentionally staying away from her nipples, which were very hard. Then I took one nipple in my mouth, and squeezed her breasts up and into my face while I sucked. Denise arched her back and let out a long, moaning cry.
I licked and kissed her nipples and breasts for a few minutes more, then started moving down her flat stomach. She was in incredible shape. Her stomach was tanned, firm, and I could see muscles, but she wasn't overly developed like some female body builders can be. I paused at her belly button, partially because she had laid down, and because she had it pierced. I licked her belly button, and gently took the ring in my mouth and pulled softly. "Uhhh..." she softly cried. I flicked my tongue in her belly button and continued down...lower...lower.
I unbuttoned her jeans and slowly unzipped them. Then I pulled on her hips and slid the jeans off. She helped by picking one leg up at a time, and as I slid the jeans off I saw that she had a pair of matching pale blue silk thongs on, and that her legs were awesome. They were perfect, shaved, toned, and tanned. She laid back on the bed, and I stood on the side of the bed, leaning over, kissing her legs.
