I kicked the door open to the vestibule, nearly knocking someone down on the other side, as I carried in my last load of "stuff". "Oh sorry! I didn't realize you were there." She gave me a dirty look, then smiled and introduced herself as Lisa. We spoke for a few minutes until she could see that my load was getting heavy. I would like to have talked longer. She was really getting my attention: 5'10", blonde, beautifully tanned; sporting a sky blue tank top and short, cut-off jeans. Underneath appeared to reside a set of large, firm breasts; nipples protruding. She opened my apartment door for me and I walked past. She smelled heavenly; delicate but vibrant. Lisa and I would get to know each other much better over the next several weeks. At the moment I needed to situate the last of my things and get ready for my first day of classes as a "grad ass".
I reported for my assignment the next morning only to find my "mentor" out of the office for the week. No Surprise! I took the pile of course outlines and headed for the classroom. The class roster listed 42 people in my Intro to American History section. Only 8 people were present. I passed out the course outline, announced a reading quiz for Wednesday and dismissed the class.
My specialty was research. The assistantship was a way to open doors to research libraries and other resources of which I would otherwise lack access. So off to the library I went.
In the connecting corridor between the library and fine arts building was a sort of student lounge and study area. Students would sometimes hang-out there between classes, smoke or do homework. On this day there was only one person there. Her legs were visible a mile a way; one crossed over the other perfectly displaying their length and shape. I couldn't see her face due to the Cosmo magazine she held but it was easy to observe her long red hair. It was all pulled over her left shoulder and draped across her chest, stopping just short of her waist. She had fair skin, light tan lines, freckles and perfectly painted finger and toe nails. "What would it hurt to stop for a better look?"
The sound of the books and outlines I was carrying drew her attention as they hit the table. I smiled politely and sat down across from her couch. She paused and our eyes locked for a few seconds. She seemed intriguing to me; devilish blue eyes, dainty pointed nose, beautiful full lips and a torso absolutely straight as a stick. She had to be near 6 feet tall but I couldn't tell for sure until she stood and she didn't appear in a hurry to go anywhere.
She put down her magazine and pulled a box of Marlboros from beneath her shorts. I hated smoking but I became aroused as she put the cigarette between her teeth and glanced over at me. I pretended to be reading but I looked back as she lit up. Her lips softly enveloped the filter tip and my arousal surged. My logic could not out-weigh my libido. Good thing I had a table to shield my response. Several minutes passed without any direct eye contact. I kept perusing my texts and she her magazine. Finally I collected my things and walked on to the library. I only looked back once and it was enough to learn she fully appreciated my tight fitting jeans.
As both of our schedules settled and our routines developed, I came to speak with her fairly frequently. Sam was the name she preferred but her real name was Charlotte. Go figure! She told me about her studies; a pianist who doubled on harp and supplemental percussion in the orchestra. The length of her fingers and smooth skin bore out her discipline. I did my best to pretend to be a passionate historian on a quest for some secret fact or set of events never before known. She bought it for sure, as her commentary began to point out how boring I must be.
After a couple of weeks of our brief, pleasant, conversations, Sam's curiosity got the best of her. Something was nagging at her and she had to resolve it.
"Are you gay, she asked?"
"No, why would you ask?"
"You never go out, I never see you with women and you're here all the time. I think you are gay."
I gave a wry smile. "Why don't you find out for yourself?"
"You mean have sex with you? That won't really prove anything."
"Trust me Sam! You'll be able to tell. Try it and see? What's your beverage of choice?"
"Budweiser long necks!", came her reply.
"OK, I'll get some Budweiser long necks. You come over to my apartment and we can explore how gay I am. How does that sound?"
I began to pulse in my pants as I spoke. I was looking at her luscious lips and her incredibly sexy neck. She had a devilish sparkle in her eyes. Her red hair and blue eyes made a deadly combination.
"OK! I'll come over. What time?"
"I'll be home around 6, so anytime after that is fine. There's one catch though--no smoking. You've made a serious assumption about my orientation and if you want to find out the truth, it will cost you your nasty habit for awhile." I could see her reaction building inside.
"For how long?"
"For as long as it takes you to determine whether I'm gay or not." We both laughed!
"OK asshole, I'll leave my smokes behind but it better be worth it!"
My hair was still wet from the shower when I heard the knock on the door. Before I could get there, it opened. "Hello! Any gay men here?" She stepped inside and closed the door. I was already starting to swell in anticipation. How would she look? What would she like? How would we get started? I went from swelling to swollen the instant I saw her.
No purse or bag of any kind, just her. Her long, amber hair was braided into a pony tail down past the middle of her back. She had on a thin framed pair of glasses with small rectangular lenses. I had never seen her with either arrangement before. Her tightly clad yellow shorts accentuated the length of her legs and separated her cheeks.There were no panty lines to see. She wore a collared, sleeveless, black top that buttoned up the front. Her lips were thinly covered with a peach colored lip stick. In my head, I started seeing split-second flashes of us fucking wildly in every room of my apartment. With my cock bulging at her sight, her feigned supposition of my orientation could be cast aside outright.
In the second it took me to process her image into a concrete erection, our eyes met. She walked toward me, both of us smiling as we knew what was to come. When we came face to face I put my hands on her hips and leaned in to give her a gentle "welcome" kiss. I felt anything but gentle. She slid slightly to the side and grabbed my throbbing erection. My gentle welcome kiss was met with a "jump my bones" oral display, with Sam's luscious lips and tongue making love to mine. She squeezed my cock hard as I embraced her, doing my best to reciprocate her oral offering. Oh god, what pleasure it would be to fuck this wonderful mouth!