One of the benefits of being a grad student in my department is that, if we applied for it, we were assigned a shared office in an musty building next to the parking lot. I didn't care that it was musty since it meant that I'd have a spot to park my books and anything else I wanted and that I would have a space to study and write papers away from the distractions of my cottage in Santa Monica. The graduate advisor informed me of my office number, gave me a key and explained that I would be sharing with Francisca. I didn't flinch but inwardly let out a whoop of joy because this meant that I'd be spending time with the loveliest woman in my cohort. Francisca was a petite, coffee-hued, Latina who was pretty, articulate and totally fascinating. I had often appreciated the contours of her slim physique and thought about licking my way down her neck, over her collar bones and down to the A cup breasts that were perfect for her tiny frame. Sandals showed off her elegant feet and her graceful brown hands were framed by multicolored bangles and manicured nails. I thought about those fingers caressing my face and body, in my mouth and gripping my cock. But so far, those were just fantasies.
At first, our shared office situation was not particularly exciting. Francisca was friendly but we used the space with a fair degree of concentration on the considerable amount of reading we had to get through. In the interest of academic mastery we discussed Karl Marx, Max Weber, Emile Durkheim, Michel Foucault, Pierre Bourdieu, and Giles Deleuze, theorists common to many graduate student's curricula. One Wednesday afternoon we tried to come to grips with what Deleuze and Guattari mean by deterrorialization without particular clarity. At about five o'clock Francisca exclaimed "Fuck it, I need a drink."
"Do you want to go down to Whiskey Blue for happy hour?" I asked.
"That sounds great," Francisca responded, "I can't stand another minute of this."
We closed up shop and walked down to Westwood. Over drinks, I learned a lot more about Francisca. Her parents had moved from Mexico to California before she was born and had prioritized the education of their three children of whom Francisca was the oldest. I told her about my upbringing too and we ordered a second round of Dry Manhattans. Francisca had done very well in high school and got a scholarship to New York University. Now she was back in Southern California where she'd grown up but had doubts about her academic career. I told her that my impression was that she was extremely on top of things and that she seemed like the brightest one in our cohort.
"Really?" Francisca asked, "but there's people from Harvard and Yale, and also the international students who are doing this work in a second language."
"It doesn't matter," I replied, "all of us are insecure. We're all secretly afraid that we'll be found out, that we really don't know what we're doing and don't deserve to be in graduate school."
Francisca's face fell and she placed her slender hand on mine. "So I'm not the only fraud?" she asked sadly.
"I didn't say anyone was a fraud," I responded, turning my palm up to meet hers and savoring the sensation of her touch. "We all lack confidence but none of us would have been accepted into the program if we hadn't appeared promising to the admissions committee. So maybe we should assume that we're capable of rising to the occasion."
Francisca's expression brightened and I felt her hand close around mine. She leaned forward and kissed my cheek. "Thanks, Liam," she said, squeezing my hand.
We looked into each other's eyes for a moment. I was struck by the beauty of Francisca's face: limpid eyes, well-defined cheekbones, gorgeous brown skin, and bee-stung lips, slightly open, slightly moist. I leaned in and kissed Francisca softly on the lips, then pulled back to gauge her response.
Francisca continued to look at me and involuntarily licked her lips. Her fingers gripped my hand and she leaned forward to kiss my lips, a little more forcefully than I had kissed her, then she pulled back and withdrew her hand from mine.
"Are we being stupid? Is this a bad idea?" she blurted out.
"What do you mean? What's the matter?" I countered.
Francisca responded with an anxious barrage: "It's complicated right, I mean, we share an office, we'll be in the same program for years, I've got a boyfriend back in New York, but we agreed to see other people, but still I don't know, and you, well, I don't know, but don't you have a thing, you know, with Pauline? And she and I will be in the same program for years too."
I didn't know how she knew about me and Pauline since we had been very discreet but as Francisca continued, I found out more.
"Oh, God, you must think I'm a spazz," Francisca said, calming down a little. "Jane told me about your hot tub adventure and something about your arrangement with Pauline, so I'm not accusing you of anything. It's all just that, well, I'm nervous, I'm lonely, I'm sorry."
"You don't have anything to apologize for," I said, "I admire you and want to be your friend, now, and hopefully for a long time. I'm also really attracted to you and have been since I met you. Pauline doesn't want to keep me for herself and even suggested the idea of me being intimate with you. I'd love that but if you don't feel comfortable going there, I still want to be there for you as a friend."
Francisca took both of my hands in hers. "Sometimes I feel boxed into choices I don't want to make, and you just took all the pressure off. Thank you for being you. You're fantastic, Can I make you dinner?"
Dinner at Francisca's was simple but satisfying: pasta with puttanesca sauce, a Caesar salad, and red wine. She padded around her carpeted studio apartment in bare feet as graceful and beautiful as her hands, her toe nails painted a deep red. She took the dishes away and then sat next to me on the couch after pouring the last of the wine into our glasses. We drank the wine and Francisca put the empty glasses on the side table. Francisca lay her head on my shoulder and I put my arm around her, feeling the delicacy of her bird-like physique and taking in the enticing scent of her warm body.
Francisca let out a deep sigh.
"What's that sigh about?" I asked her.
"Two things, I guess," she replied. "Impatience with myself for freaking out on you. but the other part is contentment, surrendering to how good I feel. How good I feel with you."
"I feel good to be with you," I said. "But maybe I should get going?"
Francisca grabbed my leg as she raised her head to look at me with anxiety in her eyes. "Unless you want me to stay..." I continued.
"Oh Liam, I'm a piece of work, aren't I?" Francisca said, relaxing her expression. "I want you to stay, I want you to hold me in your arms all night."
These words sent a jolt of pleasure through my body as I anticipated a night with Francisca. At this point she leaned in, placed her hands on my shoulders and kissed me. We melted into one another as I ran my hands up her slender back. There was no urgency as we continued to kiss and touch each other in a dreamlike state.
Francisca said, "I want to take a shower before we go to bed if you don't mind waiting for me. You can shower too, if you like, and that will give me a little time to straighten up."
Francisca retrieved a red négligée from her closet and went into the bathroom. I sprawled out on the couch, anticipating a night of pleasure with Francisca. After about ten minutes, she emerged from the bathroom and handed me a towel. She looked exquisite, her tight body packaged in red silk that hung from her shoulders on spaghetti straps, showing her narrow waist, small shapely breasts and revealing her slim brown legs and thighs. I felt my cock stir in my pants but excused myself to shower, and since I didn't have a toothbrush, found some mouthwash to rinse with. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I re-entered the studio, now illuminated with candlelight. Francisca lay propped up on pillows in her bed which was freshly made up with orange satin sheets that reflected the candles' gleam. Hanging the towel on the back of a chair, I slipped naked between the sheets next to Francisca and looked into her eyes.
"You're so handsome," Francisca complimented me, reaching to caress my cheek with her hand.
"Francisca, you're beautiful," I told her, and leaned in to kiss her lips. We kissed and ran our hands over each others' bodies, with more hunger than before but still slowly, each of us savoring the unfolding of our desire. I kissed my way down Francisca's neck and shoulders and down one slender arm to her graceful fingers. I licked and sucked her slender fingers as she moaned under her breath. Pushing the sheets down, I raised one of Francisca's feet to my mouth and kissed first the arch, then the ankle, and then sucked each toe between my lips, laving them with my tongue. Francisca was sighing deeply as she watched me make love to each of her sexy feet.
I began to kiss and caress my way up Francisca's legs, exhilarated by the fact that I was making love to such a beautiful woman. I reached her thighs and it seemed that her skin became even softer and smoother as I moved upward, pushing her négligée before me until my hand passed over her completely smooth mons. I figured that she had just shaved it in the shower. This thought turned me on even more as I brought my mouth to the top of the inside of her thighs.
The sight of Francisca's bald pussy entranced me and I soon moved in to taste it. I kissed and licked her pink lips from top to bottom before pushing my tongue between them and then up to flick her clit. Francisca ran her hands down her torso to run her fingers through my hair as she quietly whimpered. I flicked my tongue alternatively gently and firmly over her lips and across her clit as Francisca raised her lithe legs over my shoulders and slid them down my back. I began to flick my tongue steadily on the little nub of her clit until she shuddered with an orgasm and pushed my head away.
"Oh Liam," Francisca sighed.
I pulled myself up next to her and we looked into each others' eyes.
"It was like the first time," Francisca said in a dreamy voice. "Not like my real first time, but how it should have been. You treated me like a virgin, like I was the most special person in the world. As if this were the most special time in the world."
"Francisca," I said, "right now is the only time in the world, everything else is far away. All I see right now is you. And you are beautiful."
Tears fell down Francisca's face. "I'm so happy. I don't know what this means and I don't care. I don't want to take you from Pauline, but I want you in my bed again and again."
I was feeling the intensity of the connection too, "I'm smitten," I told Francisca, "I love what we're doing together."
Francisca climbed on top of me and began to kiss me while rubbing her body against mine. My cock was sticking up between her thighs, occasionally rubbing against the outside of her pussy. Francisca slid down and kissed a trail down my chest to my stomach and then down to my cock. Grabbing it with both hands, she began to lick and suck the head while using her little hands to pump up and down. Francisca closed her eyes and sucked my cock with abandon, bringing me close to the brink of filling her mouth with my cum. She seemed to sense my immanent eruption and pulled her mouth up, sliding forward again to work my cock into her pussy. It was tight and I marveled at the smallness of her hips as she pulsed up and down on my cock. I began to lift her négligée up and Francisca stopped moving for a moment.
"I'm afraid you won't like my breasts. They're so small," she said.
"I already know I'm going to love them. I think you're perfectly proportioned" I said.
"Okay," Francisca meekly assented, and pulled the garment over her head.
I gasped to see Francisca finally naked, mounted on my cock, and resuming her movements. Her breasts were probably A cups but on her petite frame they were just right, with nickel-sized dark red areolas and nipples that stuck out like pencil erasers. Her toned body was small all over and her narrow waist helped draw attention to her hips and firm, round ass which I grasped with my hands as Francisca intensified her pistoning up and down. My cock was really hard and I could feel Francisca squeezing it with her inner muscles.
"Cum in me, it's okay, I'm on the pill, cum in me, Liam," Francisca urged me. I was thrusting upward as Francisca pushed down, her hands on my chest as I tightly gripped her perfect little ass. Francisca began to cry out as we fucked each other with intensity. I could feel myself at the edge as Francisca screamed out her orgasm. This sent me over and I felt my cock judder and pump out streams of cum into Francisca's clenching cunt. She collapsed onto me, laying her head on my shoulder as we each caught out breath.
After a while Francisca spoke: "Liam, is this uncomfortable?"
