Like many college students I had a cash flow problem. My solution was to become a resident advisor for the college. I got a nice paycheck, a nice room all to myself and best of all I got to work under Beth. Beth was a recent grad who worked for the college as one of the hall directors. When I met her, my first passing impression was that she reminded me of a much younger girl. She was about 5'5" short straight brown hair and brown eyes that just smiled at you. She was very thin weighing maybe 95 lbs. My eyes often strayed to her small a-cup breasts that barely poked through her tee shirts, or her smooth shaved legs.
Though I was attracted to her the first year I worked with her, I never thought to do anything about it, as I already had a girlfriend. My second year was different.
That winter, my girlfriend and I had broke up, and my schoolwork began to suffer. So Beth called me in for a meeting about my situation. Beth worked out of an office during the day but stayed in her own on-campus apartment (which was more of a house unto itself) at night. This was where our meeting was to take place. I walked up to her door and rang the bell. She answered wearing a large sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. "It's still snowing I see, sorry to make come out in this weather." She said.
"Oh it's not a problem." I responded as I entered her house. She led me into her living room and motioned for me to sit down on the couch.
"Can I get you anything to drink?" She asked
"No thanks I am all set."
She smiled shrugged her shoulders and then sat down on the couch next to me. We began talking, mostly niceties at first and then she began to probe me for information on how I was really doing. So I told her about the breakup and how it was weird to finally be alone after two years with my ex. I noticed that she reacted but tried to hide what she was thinking when I first mentioned it. But that from that point on she seemed distracted.
After I finished telling her about what had happened, I asked her what was on her mind, as she seemed preoccupied. She blew my question off knowing and stood up, a playful smile played upon her face and she asked me again if I wanted something to drink. Again I politely refused. She left the room for the kitchen. I thought nothing of it until she came back in carrying two glasses and a bottle of red wine. She wordlessly set them down on the end table in front of us and poured us both a full glass. Then she turned around and handed one to me.
"Here this will take your mind off your troubles."
I was a bit surprised by the gesture and even more so when she pushed my hand up to my mouth. I took a polite sip of the wine and put it down on the table. For this I received a disapproving look. "Now look here," she said, "I am trying to loosen you up. I can't do that if you fight me the whole way. Now finish your drink." I did as she ordered and she refilled my glass.
I almost laughed; these actions seemed so out of character for the Beth I knew. I noticed that though Beth always sits on the couch like a little girl with her legs tucked underneath her and that this was how she was sitting now, it seemed different, not nearly as childlike in some way. She began to talk to me about wine and music. I cracked some jokes and she laughed, and as she was laughing she let her hand fall on mine. This contact itself wouldn't have struck me as odd, but what did was that she left it there. I looked from her hand to her eyes. She gave me this serious look and then a slight crooked smile. Her hand left mine and traveled up my shoulder to my face.
I was completely speechless, I could only watch as she leaned her face towards mine. Her lips touched mine; instinctively I kissed her back. The hand she had on my face moved to the back of my head as she began to pull me towards her. When I finally pulled away from the kiss and opened my eyes, I realized that I was nearly on top of her. Her back was against the corner of the couch and I was leaning over her. Her eyes were staring at me with passion. It took me back for a second. But a second was I had.
"What are you waiting for?" she said as she grabbed my shirt and pulled me to her once again.
This time I went for it, no more hesitation. I kissed her right back. I pushed my tongue between her lips, her tongue was there waiting for me. Her soft lips and tongue moved sensually against my own mouth. Her hands ran over my back pulling my body close to hers. I decided that I was going to see just how far she was going to take this. I took my right hand and slowly moved it up underneath her sweatshirt. The warmth of her skin urged me on as my hand traveled up her back. I pulled her body closer to mine to feel her against me.