Eva was a transfer student from Australia. What made her choose to study in Canada was never really clear to me, although in various conversations she hinted at a rather sordid set of circumstances down under - enough of a hint to make one feel like asking for details would be prying. In any case, Oz's loss, Canada's gain. She was stunning to look at, bright, funny and that accent made her sweet voice even easier to listen to.
Eva was part of a small group that hung out in a particular common area between classes. Each day when I walked past, I would stop to say hello to a couple of folks I knew from around campus. Although I was not acquainted with Eva personally, I made it a point to smile and nod hello if our eyes met.
Over the course of the semester, I began to look for reasons to walk past Eva's gang of friends more frequently and occasionally joined the conversation of the moment. Truth was I enjoyed listening to Eva's accent and looked forward to catching her eye each day just to smile and nod. I asked my friend about her and was told that she was living with some guy who never seemed to be around.
One day, while sitting with the group as the lunch break ended, I began gathering my assorted flotsam to head for the library. Eva moved over and sat next to me. "Have you got a few minutes?" she asked.
"Of course," I replied.
"Come with me," Eva whispered and began walking down the hallway which connected underground to the Administration building. When we reached the double doors at the entrance to the tunnel, Eva sat on a small window bench and motioned for me to join her.
Eva was silent for a moment, just looking at me. "Have you noticed the clothes I've been wearing lately?"
She was wearing a black body suit under a mid-thigh tartan skirt. To me she looked sexy, classy...simple, yet elegant. "You always look fantastic to me, Eva," I told her honestly.
"I don't know how to say this...," Eva stammered, "I've been trying to dress to catch your eye."
I was floored. I had no idea she even knew I was alive beyond a daily smile and nod. And I was flattered. This woman could easily have any man she wanted!
"But don't you have a boyfriend?" I asked.
"We've been over for a long time. We just haven't changed out living arrangements yet," Eva replied.
"Why me?"
"Because you're smart. And funny. And you've never hit on me. And because I started dreaming about you a month ago...at night."
I felt my cock move in my pants. "You've had dreams about me? Really?"
Eva smiled and blushed. "Yes. So I tried to get you to notice me...to see what would happen. To figure out if you felt the same. But you never did anything."
"Eva," I confessed, "you're the only reason I stop by that gang every day. Just to smile at you. If I'd had any idea you were interested in me I would have 'noticed' you much sooner."
Eva stood, so I did. We walked through the tunnel to the basement of the administration building. Eva pressed the button for the elevator. As soon as the elevator doors closed our eyes met and she was in my arms. That first kiss was so full of hunger it took my breath away. Our bodies pressed tightly against one another, tongues entwined, breathing fast and hot... The elevator stopped and we broke our embrace. Across the main floor and outside. We were walking, I think, because we couldn't stand still. I carried my knapsack to hide the bulge in my pants.
We managed to find our way to the campus pub where we sat at a table, staring at one another. How long? Why? What? What now? Questions and possible answers and moments of intense silence.
Eva tried to say something and stopped. I asked what it was. She tried again and stopped. I laughed, "Just say it!"
Eva took out a pen and grabbed a napkin on the table. She cupped her hand and began to write. After a few seconds she folded the napkin and slid it across the table. I opened it. On the napkin, Eva had written: "I've been told that I give VERY good head."
I grinned. "Do you want to do that to me?"
Eva grinned back at me and simply nodded.
"Are you wet right now?" I asked. Eva grinned more broadly, blushed again and looked down.
"I'm trying very hard not to squirm in my seat," she whispered.
This woman was slowly driving me insane with lust. Her soft, full lips and that sweet Australian accent. And now a note telling me that she wants to suck my cock! God bless any woman who knows what she wants and expresses it openly. Is there anything sexier?
We walked out of the pub trying not to appear the lust-crazed couple we were. After all, until she had attended to her "living arrangements" she technically still had a boyfriend wandering around somewhere on campus.
As we crossed the quad I asked Eva where we were going. She answered that she had to start her shift in the computer lab at the library shortly, so we were heading in that general direction. I suggested that I would walk her to work and we could hook up later in the day so that she could prove her asserted skill. Eva grinned at me as we entered the library and said that sounded like a plan.