The Girl in the Window

(Author's Note: All Rights Reserved. All characters in the story are older than eighteen. If you want to read about Melvin and another window girl, "Another Girl in Another Window" will be coming soon).

The Girl in the Window

Melvin

After a high school career distinguished by nothing other than being in the National Honor Society, I was now a sophomore in college. Now my most distinguished accomplishment was being one of the select few nerds hired to tutor the college scholarship athletes. Actually, that was my only accomplishment since arriving on the campus of State U. As a freshman I had reached the quarterfinals of the intermural table tennis championship. Not only that but I had been laid twice as a freshman and twice more as a sophomore and my sophomore year was only half over. Academically I had made the Dean's List the first semester of my freshman year, by passing the advanced placement tests in college trigonometry and calculus.

I was reputed to be an excellent tutor. Because of that I was to tutor several football players in the athletic dormitory. The athletic dormitory had been built in the thirties by an athletic department booster, and it was still the most luxurious dormitory on campus, as long as you didn't count the Greek houses. It held 120 athletes on five floors. Each floor had two common rooms with three suites around the common rooms. Each suite had a bath and two bedrooms with two athletes per room. On the roof was a chain-link enclosed area which included basketball goals at each end. The basement contained a swimming pool. Each room had double windows which seemed recessed because of the thick walls of the dormitory. The scholarship athlete training table was nearby.

The tutoring subjects all lived in the same suite. I sat at a table with two athletes seated on a bed on each side. The regular tutoring was paid for by the athletic department. This was special tutoring that needed to be paid for by the recipients. After three hours of tutoring, we had covered as much as my subjects could tolerate. The fee was $45. Jackie Bruce, the starting quarterback, proffered a fifty-dollar bill, but then pulled it back and asked me if I would consider an alternative payment. That piqued my curiosity, and I asked him what he was talking about. He told me it was better to show me.

He led me through the bath into the other bedroom of the suite. It looked normal with two beds, a desk, and a double closet.

"Look behind you, genius!" he exclaimed.

I looked behind me and lying in the window recess was an incredible vision of slender loveliness, clad only in white cotton panties and a white sports bra. To say I was stunned would be a gross understatement. Speechless, I stared in wonder.

She spoke, smiling at my discomfort, "I think he likes me!"

Jackie continued, "Well, Kid, would you rather have Nikki or fifty bucks."

Ohmigod, I thought, that must be Nicole Bullock, the University Sweetheart, and a member of the most exclusive sorority in the whole extended campus.

She stood up and I got an unrestricted view of her 34C-22-33 body.

I stuttered, "I-i-i w-w-wa Nikki!"

Jackie handed Nikki the fifty, "We'll be next door if you need us," and he returned to his three suitemates on the other side of the bath, closing both doors behind him.

"What would you like, Kid?" she asked me.

I didn't know what to say, "Can we talk?"

She replied with a smile and a change in which hip was cocked, "Do you really want to talk? I've got to go home in a couple of hours."

I admitted, "I don't know what to say or do. I've never seen anyone so beautiful as you."

She responded, "That's a good start. Would you like to see more of me?"

I told her, "Yes, I would."

She unfastened and then wiggled out of her sports bra. I had read somewhere that her boobs were 34C, but to me they looked more like 36D, and they were pointed straight at me, the nipples appearing to be quite taut.

When those bedroom green eyes looked at me, it was like she was looking at my soul. "You're a little shy aren't you, Kid?"

Nailed. Somehow, I had managed to date some girls, but I was particularly shy when it came to women. I could make some moves, once I had a date, but just introducing myself and getting that first date was still challenging.

I gritted my teeth, and managed to spit out, "Y-y-yes, Miss Nikki."

She continued, "Shy, but cute. You'll do." She slid her cotton panties off. "Is your name really Kid?"

I was speechless. I had probably seen ten or twelve women nude, but none were remotely comparable to Nikki.

"N-n-n-no, ma'am," I managed to reply.

She asked "Well, what is it?"

My first response without stuttering was, "It's Melvin, ma'am, but my friends call me Mel."

She told me, "Well, Melvin, I hope that sometime in the next half hour or so, you're going to consider me one of your best friends, so can I call you Mel?"

I was still a little tongue-tied, "Sure, that'd be fine, Miss Nikki."

Next, she said, "From now on, Mel, it's Nikki. Now, let's see what you got. You can see everything I've got, right?" She turned completely around and lay down on one of the beds. "Take it all off, Mel. Entertain me!"

In spite of my shyness, I was a pretty good dancer, so I hummed a nice song, and took my shirt off and showed my two-pack, Pretty good for a nerd, right? I kicked my sneakers off. Do you know why a stripper never wears socks. I swear there is no sexy way to take socks off. I managed a few hip wiggles while taking my jeans and undershorts off. Of course that exposed my two-inch dick in all its glory. Actually, flaccid, it's a full two and a half inches long and one hundred percent male. Mr. Wiggins is also shy. Nikki moved her legs, perhaps a little impatiently, and he became a little less shy. I encouraged him with my fingers, and he became a somewhat erect five inches.

"Oh, you've got one of those," Nikki commented.

I was becoming less shy. I promised, "There's still more!"

I now had Nikki's attention, "Let me help you out, I'm starting to like little Mel a lot better."

I smiled my acquiescence, and she slid off the bed into a kneeling position. She took Mr. Wiggins in her hand and started licking his head. Mr. Wiggins responded and after a little sucking, proudly assumed his full seven-and-one-half inch fully erect size.

Nikki began vigorously deep-throating Mr. Wiggins. I think Mr. Wiggins was already in love with Nikki, but the best was yet to come, despite Nikki being head and shoulders above all my previous partners in her cock-sucking technique.

At this point, I was already having to discipline myself by thinking about the last football game. Apparently satisfied with the hardness and lubrication of Mr. Wiggins, Nikki spoke, "Let's do it, Mr. Mel!"

She didn't have to act twice, almost as quick as she was back on the bed, I was on top, sliding Mr. Wiggins into his favorite part of the feminine anatomy. I was astounded. I had never felt anything like this before. She had a perfect pussy, very warm, very moist, and when her Kegel muscles grabbed Mr. Wiggins, I fell in love. I had never felt a sensation like this before. My barely double-digit experience of women's love canals did not prepare me for this. 'Hut one, hut two,' I thought. I knew I might not get a second chance, and I didn't want to blow it with a premature ejaculation. My thoughts moved on to chasing a long fly ball. Then she grabbed with her pelvic floor muscles and squeezed Mr. Wiggins tightly, as her verbal exclamation gave no doubt to her convulsions being due to a very nice orgasm. Baseball be damned, I had to join her and shot my load into her delightful vagina.

I rolled to her side. She told me, "Hey, sailor, that was very nice. I never dreamed a math nerd could do me like that! Do you think little Mel might want a second helping?"

Mr. Wiggins was only semi-erect, but I was getting a definite feeling that a second round would be possible. I kissed her and said, "Let's see what comes up!"

She scooted down the bed and took Mr. Wiggins in her mouth again. God, could she suck cock! When she was satisfied with Mr. Wiggins's state of erection, she pushed me onto my back and gave me a very thorough lip-lock/tongue invasion. Then she guided a very happy Mr. Wiggins back into her love canal and began bouncing up and down. I now had learned the difference between good pussy and great. Nikki was primo numero uno! Both Mr. Wiggins and I were very happy to experience lesson two in great versus good pussy. Fortunately, on this round, I was able to concentrate on one sport - that of making Miss Bullock cum and cum until she couldn't take any more. As she bounced up and down, I teased her nipples with my fingers and thumbs, rubbing them, pinching them, then releasing them, and then repeating as she panted and moaned her way to another body-shaking climax.

"Sorry," I informed her, "but when you climax without me, you have to change positions. Her face took on a wicked look, "Does reverse cowgirl count?"

I replied, "Yes, ma'am."

As she slid half-way around, she responded, "All of this and good manners, too!"

As she began pounding my pelvis I played with her flanks and buttocks, occasionally running a finger up and down her crack all the way to her perineum. In a few minutes, she was crying out her ecstasy as she seemed to cum for at least twenty seconds.

I directed her to her back. I lifted her left leg and slid my legs underneath grasping her right thigh between my thighs and penetrating her once more. I was able to pound her hard because of the leverage I got from my thigh-to-thigh grasp. My left arm, I pushed under her neck and head so I could grasp her left shoulder with my left hand. As I continued ramming Mr. Wiggins inside her love canal, I gently rubbed her flat belly and voluminous boobs. She seemed almost as happy with this arrangement as Mr. Wiggins and I were. Now she was stuttering, "I-i-I never did it this w-w-way before!" Then her body convulsed in another great orgasm.

I informed her, "That was the left temple position, now for the sake of symmetry we'll have to do the right temple."

She responded, "I didn't know symmetry could be so much fun!"

I crawled over to her right side, and everything was the symmetric equivalent including a very erotic body-shaking climax at the end.

I decided to finish off round two with doggie style. I balanced my weight mostly on my knees and squeezed her tits as I banged her butt over and over on our way to an extremely pleasureful mutual climax. I lay beside her, and she moved over enough to deep kiss me, and ask me. "Are all nerds like you, Mel?"

"Not exactly," I informed her. At this point, my primary interest was determining Mr. Wiggins's interest in a third round. He did seem somewhat interested. His interest greatly increased when my partner squeezed both Mr. Wiggins and my balls.

Her comment was, "Am I going to have to do this again?"

I replied, "'Fraid so!" I kissed the back of her neck and reached under her for some boob squeezing. "I think we'll start with the flatiron." As I penetrated her, I pulled her head back by the hair. "Arch your back I ordered her, thereby obtaining access to her bounteous boobs. I squeezed them, then pinched her nipples. Then I pulled them, accompanied by her groans and moans as I continued my assault on her pussy. She had a huge multi-convulsion orgasm.

When I resumed stroking, she said, "I thought we had to change positions every time I came?"

I explained, "Different rules for the third round."

That seemed to satisfy her as I could tell from her panting and moaning that she was well on her way to another climax. I continued massaging her boobs and pounding her butt until she was again crying out in the ecstasy of climax.

I rolled her over and took her into the 'Prisoner of Zenda' variation of the missionary position. I locked her down at four points. Two points were taking my arms under her arms and then grabbing her wrists. I achieved the third point via my tongue in her mouth and a full lip lock. The fourth point I achieved by ramming my cock into her vagina. She didn't complain, but then she couldn't since her mouth was full of my tongue. However, her hips buckling in orgasm after orgasm suggested that she approved of the position. After somewhere around the sixth or eighth climax in this position, she began moaning, "Mercy! Mercy!" I relaxed control and three or four strokes later I began filling her up for the third time this evening.

Unfortunately, the permanent residents of the room chose that time to inform us that our time was up, claiming they needed to get some sleep because of their exams in the morning. I rolled off Nikki and started looking for my clothes. It didn't bother me. Even as a nerd I had been naked in a locker room. I was a little surprised at Nikki's calmness; she didn't even try to hide her reddened boobs or slowly leaking pussy. She slowly pulled on her panties and sports bra, and then nonchalantly found her shorts, blouse, and flip-flops.

She gave me a prolonged kiss, and then said, authoritatively, "You! Son-of-a-bitch! My apartment tomorrow night! Understood!"

I assumed that my performance had been satisfactory. She calmed down, gave me her phone number and address, and flounced out of the room. The jocks looked at me, and one said, "What just happened here?"

I didn't stutter as I calmly said, "I fucked her brains out!"

Another of the football players added, "That's exactly what it looked like to me. You're quite the man, Melvin!" That impressed me but not half as much as the warm smile of a thoroughly fucked Nikki as she left the room.

I gathered up my books and then I think I must have floated back to my apartment and almost immediate dreamland.

The next afternoon, I called Nikki with some trepidation that she might feel differently after a while to reconsider.

She said, "Where have you been? Are you coming over here or am I coming over there?"

What followed was the best time of my life. I even got to enjoy going to her many social engagements. I did approach a visit to her parents' home at Thanksgiving with a lot of trepidation. Her parents and siblings were absolutely charming. Thing seem to go through the whole extended weekend without a hitch. Her father even had a man-to-man talk when I talked to him about my plans to become a systems engineer.

Back on campus I was looking forward to taking Nikki home to meet my parents over the Christmas holidays. Then her dad came to town, He took Nikki out to dinner alone. Sunday night after he had left Nikki took me to one of our favorite eateries. She insisted it was her treat. She was wearing a huge diamond pendant. I'm guessing it cost north of $25,000.

She took my hand in hers. A tear ran down her face. She began to slowly break my heart, "My dad gave me this pendant. He said it was to constantly remind me of our family values. We are a family that stands above the rest. We are captains of industry. It is almost like we are royalty. We are the stewards of our current fortune and must always be prepared to go farther. We have standards for our lifestyle. He explained to me that you will never be a captain of industry. You will never be able to support the lifestyle which is our family's standard. I'm so sorry, Mel. We don't have a future together.

I was grief-stricken, "Nikki, I love you."

She replied, "I'm so sorry, Mel. I love you, too, but I can't marry you."

I told her, "I thought we were life partners regardless of everyone else."

She explained, "Blood is thicker than water. I thought we were forever, too. Look, Mel, if you want to have me for a night, now and then, I'm sure we can work something out. It's just I can't marry you or bear your children."

A few more tears flowed down her face, "I'm so sorry, Mel."

I told her, "I'm the one with the broken heart. Why are you the one crying?"

She responded, "I'm crying for your pain. I'm crying for the relationship that is over. I'm going to miss you, Mel. All I can say is that I'm so very, very sorry, Mel."

I replied, "I guess the only thing missing is for you to say, 'It's just out of my hands!'"

She agreed, "Mel, it is out of my hands. Good-bye." She rose and I then watched that cute butt walk out of my life forever.

I figured this would take months to get over and it did. But I was able to get over it. By the next school year, I was dating again, although I still occasionally felt a little twinge of what might have been. I occasionally wondered if her father really was helping her out by influencing her to dump me. Months later, I did hear about her having a big wedding just after our class graduated, but by that time, I was having no regrets about the wonderful woman I had loved for a while. So far in my life, she was the best lay I had ever had at least until the events described in "Another Girl in Another Window" took place.