Ever had a girl say she would do "anything" for you if you would do something for her - and mean exactly what you hoped she meant? I did once. It was back when I was going to college and back when a little unprotected sex wouldn't kill you and every girl on campus was on the pill...
I first met Kelly in a class during the spring quarter but had never dated her. Now she was taking a few summer classes and I had taken the summer off. I took the summer off partly because I needed a break from classes and partly to make enough money to keep taking classes the next quarter.
I met Kelly again at a party thrown by one of my college buddies during the summer. She hadn't come with a date and I didn't have one. I had arrived before Kelly and unfortunately was hitting on another girl. I say unfortunately because I thought I was getting somewhere with this other girl, but got the usual results - I struck out. Kelly was looking hot tonight too, wearing a short skirt, dark nylons, at least three inch heels, and a tight fitting blouse. As the party wore down later that night Kelly came to me and asked me if I would give her a ride home. The girl she had come with, Brenda, her roommate, had the hots for some guy she met at this party and wanted to go home with him. That left Kelly with either having to have her girlfriend drop her off first or getting her own ride home.
"Tom, could give me a ride home when you leave?" she asked. "I don't live too far, but I really don't want to walk there either."
As good looking as she was, if I was her, I wouldn't walk around late at night either. "Sure. When do you want to go?" I asked. I was about ready to leave, but if she didn't want to stay 'till dawn I was more than happy to stay a little longer and give her a ride. Kelly was one girl whose pants I would love to get into. I didn't think it was going to happen tonight, but this was a nice opportunity to get to talk to her a little more and have some time completely alone with her. I jumped at the chance.
"Oh, anytime. I'm ready to go when you are. This thing looks like it's about over."
We went to find the host but were told that he was in the bedroom with a girl so we skipped saying goodbye and just left.
"Are you taking any classes over the summer?" she asked as we left the parking lot.
"No, I took the summer off to work."
"I'd like to but I took a light load last quarter so I need to get a few classes in over the summer if I am going to graduate on time. Unfortunately I also need to work more to get the money for the fall classes." She told me when to turn to get to her place as we talked. "Did you ever take Intro to Ethics?" she asked as we got to her apartment's parking lot.
"Yea, I thought it was pretty easy and aced it."
"Really? You aced it?" she asked, sounding pretty excited.
"Yea, it was mostly writing bull-shit papers. I had a ball with them. It's the classes with the multi-guess and the fill in the blanks tests that kill me."
"Want to come in for a few minutes?" she asked. "My roommate should be out for the evening with some guy she met at the party."
I said sure and parked the car. We got out and went into her apartment. "You really aced that class?" she asked again as she closed the door behind us.
"Yea, I didn't think it was all that hard."
"Must be nice. That class is killing me. Was your instructor Frank Fabian?"
"That's the one. When he announced at the beginning of the class that he was a preacher at some local church on the weekends and in the evenings, I thought it was going to be a real bitch, but at least I knew how to slant the papers. Especially if the subject of sex or abortion came up."
"Yea, that preacher part worried me too. I really thought about dropping the class when he said that. Want a beer?"
"That sounds good. Thanks."
Kelly got two out of the fridge and handed one to me. "I've got to do a two page paper on a movie we saw about a woman who gets pregnant and then is diagnosed with cancer." she said taking a sip of her beer. "You probably remember it. From what I hear they use that damn movie in every class. She didn't tell her husband right away and all that. It got really ugly in the end." She turned the stereo on low.
"I remember that one." I said opening the beer and taking a sip. "In the end the doctor was going to get sued by one party or the other. He was screwed no matter what he did."
"Would you help me write my paper on that film, or just write one for me? I would do anything for you if you would. Just anything!"
I smiled when she said that. The "anything" she had in mind was probably making a bunch of brownies or a home cooked meal. The "anything" I had in mind was more like her nude, in bed, giving me the fuck of my dreams.
She must have read my mind. "I mean it. I'll do anything for you if you will write the whole thing for me, or give me enough so that all I have to do is just finish it off. I need it by Sunday night. My papers haven't been too hot in that class so far and I need a good one to bring my grades up. I just don't seem to be writing what he wants to read. You can even have me in bed if you want."
She didn't even hesitate on that last sentence, and I just about choked to death on my beer. "You serious?" I finally managed to get out.
"Yes. Dead serious and I don't mean just laying there with just my panties off and saying 'okay, go ahead and fuck me' either. I'm talking about a nice hot time in bed with me. Look, if you say you'll do it, I will even give you a blow-job right here tonight as a down payment. I need a good paper that bad. Besides, you're kinda cute and it might be fun." she said with a grin. "If you get that paper done by Sunday night so I can turn it in Monday when I have that class, and I get a B or better, you can have me in bed any way you want me."
I was too shocked to say anything. I had gotten an A on every paper I had written for that class, but no woman had ever offered to take me to bed if I would writer a paper for her.
"Just say yes." she said with a huge grin. "One little word and you get a blow-job right now. I'll even give you a slow striptease first and then blow you in the nude!" she said as an added incentive.
She had changed the offer a little by adding the caveat that it had to be a B or better, but I could live with that. "Uh...yea, sure, I'll write one for you." She must have been desperate for that paper, but I really wanted her in bed and this offer was too good to pass up.
"YES" she screamed. "Okay, get those pants off! Doing this in the nude is good. I want you to see my body nude so you will have a little motivation for doing a good paper. What you are about to see," she said stepping up on the coffee table, "is you will get to play with. Now for a nice slow striptease by me to get you all nice and hard before you get your blow-job."
I started to get my pants off. "It feels a little strange trading sex for a paper." I said as my pants hit the floor.
"You wouldn't think it was strange if I had offered you a hundred bucks for a paper. This works out well. You want to get in bed with me, I need the paper, I wouldn't mind one little bit taking you to bed to get it, and I don't have an extra hundred bucks anyway. Just think of it as barter system of economics in action."
"I think the women's libbers in your class would have a fit if they ever got wind your version economics."
"Probably, but I don't intent to tell anyone and most of them are so ugly that they couldn't make this kind of deal if they had to. Now how about turning the stereo up a little. That's a good song to take things off to."
I thought she had a point about the libbers. I turned the stereo up for her and sat back down on the couch in my underwear. It still seemed a little strange trading sex for a paper, but if she was happy with the arrangement, so was I.
Kelly began to slowly and seductively dance around on the coffee table to the music. I could feel a stirring between my legs from just watching her dance fully clothed. "Get those undies off. If I am having the desired affect on you, I want to watch it happen." she said with a grin.
She was having an affect all right. I slipped my briefs off and tossed them on top of my pants. I wasn't hard yet, but I wasn't completely soft any longer either.