I saw Samantha for the first time on the first day of an Advanced Calculus class. It was my junior year at State, and we were waiting for the professor when she walked in. In my humble opinion, she was breathtakingly beautiful, white sandals holding up long tan legs that went up to her elbows, covered by a short denim skirt, a few inches of firm belly with jewelry, and then a white, spaghetti strap, tank top covering modest breasts with a hint of a white bra sticking out the top. She stepped in front of a window and the rising sun, which made her blond hair look like a halo. I was in love, and I knew I would never be able to speak to her. Sam was clearly out of my league. Sam had just transferred to State and was in many of my classes that fall since we had the same major. There were not a lot of women majoring in advanced math and none were in Sam's league.
My older brother (Dave) and I both attended State. Dave was a senior that year and the god of baseball. He had a curve ball that made batters look silly. He had led our high school team to state champions four years straight and signed a contract with a major league team that summer on the condition they allowed him to finish college. Penn almost won the state NCAA championship the year before and they were expected to win it all this year and those hopes rested on Dave's arm.
What Dave could do with a baseball, I could do with math, but being a wiz at math doesn't get you laid. Dave would always joke that I would have the higher lifetime earnings, and I would joke back that at 19, all I wanted was to get laid half as often as he did.
I was attending a party at my brother's frat house a couple of weeks into the semester when my brother approached me with Sam in tow. My brother always did his best to get me laid by introducing various women to me at these kinds of parties. Unfortunately, these women were interested in the future major league baseball player and not his brother. Once the introductions were complete, my brother would disappear followed quickly by whatever hottie I had just been introduced to.
Dave introduced Sam and told me that he was dating Sam's roommate. After some small talk, my brother made his excuses, and I began counting the seconds until Sam would make her escape. As I lost count, I realized she wasn't going to run away. Since we were in all the same classes, we had lots to talk about, and we chatted the night away. I believed that Sam was one of the smartest people I ever met.
After the frat party, I fell into the dreaded friend zone. Sam and I had lunch together almost every weekday and we started studying together. Sam never mentioned dating anyone else or any interest in any other male. I asked Dave about it and he assured me that no one else was in Sam's life and I should just ask her out. Unfortunately, although we could spend and hour discussing differential equations, my tongue would get tied if I tried asking anything personal. I could barely ask her what time she wanted to get together at the library to study.
Did I mention that her eyes looked like sapphires?
I should mention here that once I started at State, my parents bought us a small two-bedroom condo to live in. They figured they would save a ton of money on room and board and hopefully make some money when they sold the condo. Shortly after buying the condo, my brother pledged to a fraternity and spent most of his nights there or at his girlfriend's house. So, I essentially had the place to myself.
Finals that semester seemed more horrendous than usual. Even my brother spent most of that week at the condo so he could study and get a good night's sleep. By the end of the week, I was mentally exhausted. While most people had plans to go out that Friday night, my plans consisted of a pizza with a bottle of wine, a joint and a porn movie. I had picked the movie up at a flea market I visited a few weeks earlier. Two of my favorite things, flea markets and porn. The title of the porn movie was "Women in Trouble." I couldn't wait to watch it.
I set the movie up in the DVD player and put the joint in an ashtray while waiting for the pizza. There was a knock on the door which I assumed was the pizza guy. It was, but right behind him was Dave, Sam and another woman who I assumed was Dave's girlfriend, aka Sam's roommate. After paying for the pizza, Dave introduced me to Jacky and invited me to join them as they headed out to some local bar. I politely declined stating after this week, all I wanted to do was eat pizza, drink wine and watch a movie. Sam said that's the best idea ever and took off her jacket asking if I would mind if she joined me. How could I say no to that?
My brother and Jacky left as Sam grabbed a couple of slices and headed to the living room. I watched her ass in a short black leather skirt as she walked away. My mind drifted as I opened the wine bottle. After pouring a couple of glasses, I headed into the living room and in slow motion, I watched Sam pick up the remote and hit play and then the sounds of sex filled the room. I tried to put myself between Sam and the TV while offering my apologies. As I was talking, I noticed that Sam's dress had ridden up and I could see that her blue panties matched the sweater she had on.
Sam said, "Don't be silly, I like porn and I would also like that glass of wine in your hand."
After handing Sam her wine, I grabbed some slices for myself and joined her on the couch.
On the video, a young college girl was talking to her professor and asking for some extra credit. There were a number of similarities between Sam and the girl on the screen although the porn star had much larger breasts. Sam looked at me and smiled and I noticed the blue sweater she had on and how it made her blue eyes shine. God I was smitten.
