A couple years later, I was still in college, but I had moved back home and transferred to a college in my hometown. My parents had some friends who had a daughter named Stacy. She was a freshman studying computers at the same school where I was attending. I had only met her a couple of times, but she seemed nice enough. She was sort of skinny, with straight black hair that fell just past her shoulders. She didn't seem to use much make-up, but then again, she didn't really seem to need it much.
One day my mom came home and told me that Stacy had asked if I could help her with some homework, and wondered if it would be OK for Stacy to come over and see me the next day. I told her I didn't mind. I like to talk about computers, and figured if I could help a fellow student out at the same time, why not. Mom arranged with Stacy's mother for her to come over to see me the next afternoon.
Stacy arrived right on time as arranged, and I led her to the dining room so she could set her books down on the table. I took the time to look her over more closely this time, and noticed she had a fairly thin figure with smallish breasts. She was wearing a white cotton blouse, that was just slightly transparent, and slightly tight blue jeans. By looking closely at the front of her blouse, I could just make out the outline of a white lace bra, supporting the smallish breasts I mentioned earlier. She pulled out some computer books from the backpack she'd brought and set them down on the table. I asked her how I could help, and she showed me some exercises she'd been assigned and asked me to help her with them. I explained to her what was needed, and she nodded in understanding.
One thing was troubling me though. What she'd asked me about didn't seem all that difficult. And Stacy seemed to understand everything I said immediately. It was almost as if she knew the answers already. Then it occurred to me that perhaps she didn't need help at all. Perhaps she'd only wanted an excuse to get to know me better. A million ideas raced through my mind all at once, but I tried to keep cool. I hadn't ever been much of a ladies' man, so I wasn't really sure how to handle this situation. I'd never had a girl express more than a casual interest in me before. Still, if I was right, and Stacy was interested in more that just my computer skills, I might be able to take advantage of this situation. I decided to go out on a limb and see what would happen.
I closed the books we were studying and asked Stacy, "You seem like a bright student. Did you really come here just to get help with your homework?"
I was completely unprepared for what came next. Stacy looked me straight in the eye and said,"I was wondering how long it would take you to figure it out. Silly boy, of course I don't need any help with my homework. I came here to get laid. But first I have a present for you."
I was too stunned by her directness to do anything but sit dumbfouded. It was just as well, because what she did next required no effort on my part, and I wouldn't have wanted to stop her anyway. Stacy stood up directly in front of me and started to rock back and forth slowly on her feet. Then she started to let her hips sway just a little bit. Next she put her hands on her hips, and after swaying back and forth another minute or so, slowly moved her hands up to her breasts, without letting them leave her body. She cupped her breasts and then leaned forward slightly and asked, "Would you like to suck my tits?"
I was still slightly dazed by the sight of this schoolboy's fantasy being played out in my dining room, so I didn't answer right away. She didn't seem to mind though. Smirking a little at my discomforture, she moved her hands to the top button of her blouse, and started unbuttoning. I watched in fascination as she continued with the remaining buttons. Once they were all undone, she pulled the bottom of the blouse from her tight jeans, and slowly slipped out of it. This gave me a great view of her lacy cotton bra, and I could see that it was the type with a clasp in the front.
By now I was starting to recover, and since Stacy obviously had every intention of letting me fuck her and soon, I was getting braver too. I reached forward and unclasped the bra, revealing two perky tits standing at attention. Stacy made no effort to stop me. If anything she seemed to lean forward slightly, and stopped swaying briefly in order to make it easier for me to undress her. I reached up gingerly, and cupped her breasts in my hands. As she was leaning forward slightly, her breasts seem to hang in the air in front of me. I let my hands just support their weight enough to get a good feel of the soft skin pressing down on my palms. After a moment of this Stacy said, "That feels nice. Now I want you to suck them."
