She had absolutely the greatest tits ever in the history of tits. I'm not sure if I fell in love with her or if I was just addicted to her. It's even possible I was only infatuated with her tits. It was a time before the internet. There was no email or Facebook. We didn't have cell phones. There were answering machines but if you didn't have their number, it didn't matter.
I met her last semester in Sociology. The class was a joke. A senior tenured professor was covering his requirement to teach a lower level section. He didn't really ask us to do anything but to show up and listen to him. I think there were tests. I know there was a paper. I'm not sure he read any of them. He certainly didn't read mine. I showed up to class because of the short little brunette with glasses and blow job lips.
It was a night class and it ended just before 10:00 on Thursdays. I will readily admit that reverse happy hour on Thursday is my "me" time. I liked to meet buddies and drink quarter beers before staggering home. Emboldened by the late hour and the almost total lack of any risk at all I approached her one day after class. Did she want to grab a drink?
She drank vodka like it was water and wasted no time. We left the bar after an hour and went to my car. I kissed her and she suggested we take a drive. She pointed me to a shopping center and had me pull around back. She released her tits on me and then squeezed her little round body between me and the steering wheel.
Her kisses were nothing but sex performed with lips and tongues. In minutes she had my drunken cock hard and inside of her. I squeezed her tits and sucked on her perfectly round nipples. She got off and then changed her motion to finish me. It was hot in the car and a bead of sweat dripped down her cheek. She kissed me some more and then rolled herself back to the passenger seat.
"I have a boyfriend." She said, almost dead pan. I drove her to her apartment.
"See you next week!" I was being cool and casual. Hey, this was no big deal.
"I'll be in the Union tomorrow about noon if you're on campus." She kissed me and smiled at me. I smiled at her tits. She sauntered her way across the lawn adjusting her little plaid skirt. She was just a little ball of fuck. I already wanted her again.
Lying in the twin bed crammed in the small room that I shared with my asshole roommate I thought about her and her perfect tits. I compared her to my girlfriend. I felt guilty for cheating on her. We were 22 and in college, this shit was supposed to happen.
I found her sitting on a couch in the basement reading. Walking up to her I took the chair beside her. She had her pudgy little legs pulled up under her. She wore another little plaid skirt and knee high stockings. She wore three T-shirts in different shades of gray. She read French literature. I asked her about it.
"It's part of my bohemian act. I fucking hate it." She would talk to me without looking up from the book. "You wanna get out of here?"
Back in her apartment she took a long hit from a giant glass bong. She passed it to me and I tried but coughed badly. She said nothing. She sat half lounging on the couch; I sat in an old folding chair. We didn't say anything for a long while. I sat watching her and getting hard thinking about her plump smooth thighs and her glorious tits.
"I wish I was one of those fucking Barbies that could lie here naked and have you eating out of my hand."
I thought of my girlfriend with the swimmers body, tan lines, and need for constant attention. "No you don't"
"I wouldn't mind having you eating out of my hand." She wasn't looking at me, just staring off across the room.
"I'd rather eat out of something else." It was the best I could do.
"Can you make me cum?"
On my knees in front of her I pressed my lips to her cool warm thigh. Her skin was impossibly pale. It felt like silk against my cheek. She adjusted herself on the couch and pulled off plain cotton panties. There was a little patch of dark but soft hair. Her lips were as deep a red as the ones she had kissed me with. I hadn't done this before and wondered if she would be able to tell. I thought of every tip I had ever read in my girlfriends cosmos.
She watched me at first. I would peek occasionally to check. She teased my hair. She was quiet for a while and then began to purr softly. She stopped playing with my hair and pressed my head into her. "Like that." She muttered when I had finally discovered the right spot. Her thighs raised and I felt her tummy tense. I wished I had taken off her clothes. She quivered a little and then lied still. She stroked my cheek and stopped. I sat on the couch next to her and she took another hit. I declined with a slight gesture of my hand.
She had no TV and I closed my eyes. I rested my hand on her leg. She had only moved slightly. Her pussy just sat there and though I tried not to I couldn't help staring at it.
"Can we go in your bedroom?"
"My room mate is in there sleeping." She opened her eyes to look at me. I sat there quietly looking at her. "Do you want to fuck me?"
Her directness was welcome and unsettling at the same time. "I want to spend three, maybe four days alone in bed naked with you."
"I don't like to be naked."
I didn't have a response. I was young and was frankly scared of women. They had insecurities and issues I could never even begin to understand. If you hit on one of them they would cry until they sent you out the door. She sensed my anxiety I suppose because she stood and adjusted herself. She pulled her panties back on and I moved as if to leave.
"Wait." She said. She disappeared briefly to the kitchen, returning shortly with a glass of ice and water.
"Sit back."
I did as I was told. She tugged open my jeans and pulled them off my ass. She pulled at my boxers until they too were around my thighs. My cock was so swollen it ached. She slipped her fire red lips around it. I closed my eyes.
"No, watch."
I studied her. How she worked it between her lips. I watched as she ran her tongue along the length of it.
