I spotted her at the shuttle bus stop right next to my apartment while I was on my way to the first day of the summer session at the University. Carrie was very tall, very blonde, and very nice looking, and carrying a lot of books. I had one semester to go to get my undergraduate degree; she looked to be in her late twenties. She almost dropped a stack of books and I caught them, and then offered to carry them onto the bus for her. The good news was that she smiled a very pretty smile at me; the bad news was that I noticed a big engagement ring on her hand.
She had just moved into my apartment complex. She was in graduate school and was pushing to complete her PhD. by the end of the summer. She spent all her time on campus or in her apartment working. She was engaged to a professor at a college in a neighboring state and they planned to set the date to get married after she had completed her PhD, because she had an offer to teach at a junior college close to the professor's job.
That's as much as I learned before she got off at her campus stop. As I watched her walk tantalizingly away, I thought about how nice it would be to get to know her better. I was taking only the one course that I needed to graduate, and my hours at the store where I worked were down with fewer students staying in town for summer school, so I had time to chase her. I figured she had to eat. So the next time I saw her at the bus stop, I invited her to come up to my apartment while I burned some steaks on the hibachi, and after several tries, she finally agreed to come over Friday night, as long as she could go right back to her apartment and her school work after supper.
She must have been cooped up in her apartment and talking to herself for a while, because I just had to feed her and listen, and she told me a lot. Her fiancé was a very conservative guy about 10 years older than she who spent 4 nights a week at his church, was on a mission trip to Brazil this summer, and was a strict believer in absolutely no premarital sex, even for engaged couples! She thought he was wonderful and perfect for her, but I heard reservations in her voice. I asked her if she knew if they were compatible sexually, she looked at me like she had never considered the question. "Why would you ask that?"
I told her all about my friend Will who had married his dream girl about two years ago. She was just as strictly religious as Carrie's professor fiancé claimed to be, and also drop dead gorgeous. She could have walked right out of a 'Girls of the Midwest" photo feature in Playboy, but of course she would never agree to appear in the magazine. Will had accepted that she would not even consider premarital sex, but she told him that once they were married, she was looking forward to giving herself to him every night, and being faithful forever. That sounded good, and she definitely got his motor running! So they got married and he was thinking the honeymoon would be a dream come true. But she had a very narrow definition of 'giving' that amounted to straight sex in the missionary position only, under the covers, and with the lights out. She didn't even like much foreplay, saying she just wanted to 'do her wifely duty' and get pregnant as soon as possible, but she was 'willing' to do her duty every night!
But after a year of pleading and trying, she still absolutely refused all his requests for other sexual positions, having the lights on, or even more extensive foreplay. He was terribly frustrated, having this great looking wife but being sexually bored and unfulfilled. That explained why when his friends (like me) told him how lucky he was to have such a hot wife, he got this terrible look on his face but would not discuss it. I later learned the reason for his frustration, and furthermore that when he asked her for oral sex, she called him a deviant and sodomite, and threatened to sue for divorce based on mental cruelty! They got a no fault divorce shortly thereafter.
At this point, Carrie looked very worried. I figured a PhD candidate in English would have some exposure to erotic literature, and I wondered whether she shared the professor's restricted view of sexual expression. Then she asked me if I could have been happy with a woman like Will's wife, I said not a chance, I would want a woman that loved to both receive and give oral as much as I did, as a minimum. She smiled and asked "If that is the minimum, what would the maximum entail?"
I said "Tail would be the operative word". She blushed, and then said she had to get back to her school work!
She turned down further dinner invitations, so I started dropping in about dinner time and offering her some of what I had cooked. She had a real penchant for steak, and we continued our talks while she ate what I brought her. One night she complained of a sore neck from her long reading sessions, and I offered my magic fingers to help her out. Her neck and shoulders were tied in knots, and she was very receptive to my efforts. From that night on, any time I dropped her place, a massage followed. One night she was especially expressive about how great it felt. I expanded my coverage area beyond her back and upper shoulders, and soon my hands were just about onto her breasts as I looked down the front of her dress and got glimpses of some wonderful territory.
Then she got uncomfortable and told me she had to get back to work. I went back to my apartment and spanked the monkey, thinking about her.
One night I got home late from taking inventory at the store where I worked. Her lights were still on so I tapped on the door. She let me in and said she had been working for 14 hours straight and had just finished marking up her next to final revision of her dissertation, and could she please have a backrub? I played it for the maximum fun for me and had her lie on the bed. I started with her feet and began slowly and thoroughly trying to knead her like bread dough. I was on a roll when I told her that her jeans, blouse, and bra were interfering with my finding and relieving muscle tension, and soon had her down to just her panties. I had her roll over on her stomach and worked the long muscles on the back of her legs right up to their insertions in her pelvic bone, which just happened to be in her buttocks. I lovingly worked those muscles, overlapping my motions and pulling and tugging on her panties, touching her pussy by proxy.
When I could not stand waiting any more, I began to frankly caress her ass, not bothering to even make it look seem like a massage. She sighed and actually spread her legs a little bit, which encouraged me to start touching her pussy though the back of her panties. She cooed like a pigeon for about 30 seconds, and then she jumped up and went into the bathroom, saying "would you please go!"
The next time I came by she said she was sorry but we were starting to go where she was uncomfortable, and she apologized for leading me on. I told her don't worry I liked every minute of it and would be game any time she was.
A few nights later I came home to find a note on the door from the apartment manager saying they were having some plumbing problems and the water would be off on a floor by floor basis over the next week or so as they replaced some pipes. I went up to Carrie's and asked her about the water, and she said she had heard they were supposed to start at the top floor and work down, and she was expecting her water to be off tomorrow. I told her she could come down and take a shower at my apartment if she needed to, and she looked at first relieved and then worried, and made no further reply.
She never showed up, but two days later my water was off when I got home and I hatched a plan. I grabbed a pair of shorts and clean underwear and a towel and went up to her apartment. I told her I was just in from a long day at work and was desperate to clean up and could I please use her shower. She said okay but she was going to keep working at the table. I went into the shower and got nice and clean, and also got a massive hard on when I thought about her being just in the next room. It may have been the biggest and hardest I had ever been. I could not even begin to put my shorts on over it and it showed no signs of receding! I finally decided to go for it!
I walked out into the apartment and she was looking at the book in front of her, not over to her left as I was approaching. I got to within about two feet of her and she still had not turned to look. I said "You have quite an effect on me, Carrie!" just as she turned my way. My cock was at her eye level and pointing right toward her. She looked at me and focused her gaze on my cock and froze. I just continued my motion toward her and got to within about two inches of her face, when her jaw dropped and her eyes got big. I hoped she wouldn't consider it sexual assault and then I put my dick right up to her lips.
