It was one of those early spring days when the air smells like distant rain and flowers and freshly cut grass. Walking across campus past the baseball field, Daniel could hear the spring peepers calling from the small retention wetland below the dugout; even the frogs were excited and optimistic about the change in the weather, from a late snow last week to 70 degrees and beautiful sunshine today.
Winter was not quite ready to give up yet, but Spring Break had come and gone, and the girls had brought their tans and sunburns back from Florida to show off in shorts and sundresses and miniskirts. T-shirts and sleeveless blouses were everywhere, with buttons carelessly left undone to tease a peak at tan lines created in Daytona and Ft. Lauderdale.
An unruly southerly breeze played with the hem of those dresses and skirts, every once in a while showing a flash of something not intended to be seen... or maybe it was intended - maybe that was the whole point. White, purple, light blue, peach - the spring panty bloom was happening, and it was what made life worth living for a 21-year old college student.
A brief flash of panties from across the classroom as a girl got out of her chair, a glimpse of panties when a beauty climbed the circular staircase in the student union building. The outline of panties showing through a too-thin sundress on the sexy babe walking in front of him on the way from physics class, the movement of her hips animating the contrasting darker color under the light fabric of her dress - it pretty much hypnotized him, and he almost walked into a bike rack as she turned toward the library and he realized he had forgotten where he was going.
Some days, these small joys that stirred the hormones like swizzle sticks in a rum and coke were the only thing to make life bearable after memorizing all 21 amino acids and fighting for hours with the mainframe over a line of FORTRAN code that contained a 0 instead of O.
I meant to type an O, Dammit! Why would I put a zero in CONTINUE? It makes no grammatical sense, you stupid computer!
Accidental panties, that was what kept a guy going sometimes. He put his backpack on the bleacher and paused to watch the baseball team do some batting practice before heading to the last class of the day. A pair of warm hands covering his eyes from behind interrupted his panty daydream.
"Guess who," the voice behind the hands said.
"Umm, Christie Brinkley?"
"You wish."
Marcy was wearing her signature
Flashdance
-inspired mini-dress made from an oversized sweatshirt. It was loose and just barely long enough to cover the exciting parts, and today it looked like she had gone sans bra as well. Damn! She gave him a peck on the cheek and sat down on the bleacher. They took in the pitches and the crack of the bats and the warm sunshine for awhile, just content to be outside of classroom walls and next to each other.
"Did you hear anything from Ohio State yet?" he asked.
"Not yet. Michigan either. Hopefully I'll get an answer soon." Marcy was applying to grad school, and was hoping her grades and GRE scores were going to be good enough to get into one of her top school choices. It was looking pretty iffy. They had the last class of the day together - Genetics with Professor Jackson, and only 5 minutes until class started.
"We'd better get going," she said. The baseball crowd was starting to thin out as people headed off to class. Two girls in short skirts halfway down the bleachers got up to leave, and one swung her legs wide for a couple of seconds - 2 long seconds of bare thighs and flowery panties and the promise of heaven.
She goosed him playfully in the ribs: "Get an eyeful there, did you?"
"Well, yes. Do you blame me? I was just an innocent bystander. Visually assaulted, so to speak. Beyond my control."
"You're so full of bullshit," she laughed.
"You know I'm really just anxiously anticipating finding out what color
your
panties are."
I think you'll find out sooner or later," she said.
As they walked together toward Room #315 in the Garner Science building, he had a wicked idea: "How about you show me sooner rather than later?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why don't you flash me in class?"
"Are you kidding me?" she replied. "How would I do that without flashing the whole class?"
"Carefully. Discretely. It would be sexy as hell." He could tell that despite her reluctance and protest, the idea titillated her and brought out her exhibitionist streak. She was on one level a sweet little good girl who decorated her room with teddy bears and liked baking cookies for the whole dorm floor. On another level she was a sexually adventurous bad girl who liked to show off.
The bell rang just as they walked into the classroom, which was nearly full. Most of the seats were taken, and no two empty desks were adjacent to each other. The school desk-chairs were arranged in several short rows on either side of the classroom, facing toward the front and slightly toward the center of the room. He grabbed the last available seat on the left side of the room. Marcy had to take a seat on the opposite side of the room; the front chair in one of the short rows slightly behind him. Perfect! She was partially facing him, and would have to swing her legs toward him to get in and out of the left-entry school desk. She gave him a fake dirty look as she sat down, being careful to keep her knees together.
Professor Jackson droned on about alleles and recessive vs. dominant genes. In between scribbling down notes and trying to follow the lecture, Daniel kept glancing in Marcy's direction. She was busy taking notes, but had a mischievous smile on her face, and he noticed that though her legs were crossed and knees still together, the bottom hem of her dress had slid up several inches.
Back to chromosomes and cell mitochondria and abnormalities during mitosis, then another glance. This time, he caught her eye. She winked at him, then went back to note taking. Halfway through the lecture, he flipped his notebook to an empty page, and wrote a single word in large letters lengthwise across the page. Now the stare - he just looked in her direction until the professor was making an especially pertinent point on the chalkboard and had the attention of most of the class. When she glanced in his direction he flipped up the notebook just for a second. PANTIES! She read the flashcard and blushed a little, then stuck her tongue out at him.
He had to focus on the chalkboard, on Dr. Jackson's voice, on the task at hand to catch back up on his notes. When he had grasped the basic concept of Radiation Mutagenesis, he looked back in her direction. This time, she was staring at him. With a slight smile, she casually moved her left leg several inches, exposing a triangle of bright pink panties while keeping her gaze locked on his. Just a second or two, then she swung her leg back and focused her attention on class.
Holy Shit
! He forgot all about genetics now and daydreamed about the hands-on biology he imagined was ahead after class...
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Just inside the dorm room door he dropped his backpack full of books on the floor and reached for her. She turned and met his embrace. They kissed deeply and passionately, her arms around his neck, fingers running through the hair on the back of his head as he cupped her ass cheeks in both hands and pulled her against his groin. He kissed down the side of her neck, his tongue brushing her earlobe, breathing into her ear as he passed it, on down her neck to the top of her shoulder with wet kisses. He kissed and licked all across the top of her left shoulder as he pulled the sweatshirt/dress top down.
I was right - no bra.
Kissing slowly down as he uncovered her left breast, finally pulling the fabric down to completely expose her breast, he cupped it in his right hand, and sucked the pink nipple and about half of her breast into his mouth. Moaning, she clutched the back of his head and pulled him into her. He swirled his tongue and sucked and nibbled and chewed until it seemed her knees were going to buckle, then slowly traced his tongue back up along her shoulder to her neck. Then to her ear again, this time sucking gently on the bottom of her earlobe, and finally, worming his tongue into her ear.
"What are you trying to do to me?" she said, as she shivered from the surprisingly erotic contact.
