Having finally hooked up on the last night before the Easter break, Rob and I had text each other several times a day while we were back in our respective home towns. Despite this, it wasn't until we were back at university that we had a conversation and became an official couple.
The first few weeks of the term were somewhat frustrating in that they saw us trying to snatch snippets of time together in amongst our lectures, reading, coursework, and other commitments. We had managed to have sex again a handful more times over the first couple of weeks, but the third week happened to be so busy that we'd only seen each other twice; once for a coffee on campus, and once when I rushed from my volunteering for a quick drink in the bar before he had to leave ahead of an early start for swimming the next morning.
We were both feeling a bit frustrated in that early stage of a relationship, when we wanted to be tearing each other's clothes off all the time, that we couldn't find time for much more than a quick "hello". On the Saturday morning at the end of that third week I had a day free of work, study or volunteering, but Rob had left early to head across the country for a swimming competition.
I treated myself to a lie-in, although I was awake soon after 8am and went to make a coffee that I took back to bed. Knowing I wouldn't go back to sleep, I put the radio on and set about releasing some of the pent up frustration. Just thinking about Rob and the desire I held for him made me immediately aroused. I could feel my pussy getting wet and my nipples getting hard as I imagined what we could be doing if he were with me.
As I grew more excited by those thoughts I pulled my vest top over my head and eased my shorts down my legs, kicking them off my feet. Now naked, I lay back on the bed and began running my hands over my body, brushing my fingertips over my nipples and then rolling them between my fingers. Very quickly I could feel myself getting even wetter, and moved my fingers to my pussy, wasting no time in plunging my index and middle finger into myself. They were bathed in my own juices and I moved straight to my hard clit, which was almost throbbing in anticipation. Straight away I rubbed hard, in time with the beat of the dance track that was on the radio.
The built up frustration was enough that I knew this wouldn't take long, and I kept following the beat with hard rubbing up and down, plunging my fingers back into my pussy on every eighth beat. I have no idea how long the song was, but before it was over I came, uncontrollably crossing my legs tightly, throwing my arms out wide and crying out loud with a single long, satisfied, "ohhhhh!"
It was as I lay recovering from this that my phone pinged with a message from Rob. As I picked up the phone to read it I was already thinking about sending him a reply explaining what I had just done while thinking of him. However, the message he had sent gave me something different to think about. There had been some sort of accident on the motorway that they had been stuck behind for over an hour already, with no sign of movement any time soon. They had decided to abandon the competition and head straight back once they got moving, so I could see him later in the day after all.
Delighted, but knowing it might still be some time before he got back, I had a long, leisurely shower, taking the time to shave my legs and tidy up my bush, and got myself dressed for the warm, early May day. With an expectation that it would be seen by Rob later I chose a matching set of underwear - white with yellow lacing and bows - a denim skirt that was fairly tight and about mid-thigh length, a yellow polo shirt that I left unbuttoned - which was almost down to my cleavage - and cream Converse. As I set off I picked up my white-rimmed sunglasses and a tote bag that I threw my keys, purse and phone into, along with a cardigan.
I strolled gently from campus into town, enjoying the warmth of the sun on my skin, which was countered by the cooling breeze that brought me out in goosebumps when I was in the shade. As I went I was almost in a world of my own, on autopilot while thinking about seeing Rob and finally having the opportunity to feel him inside me again. I found myself wondering whether he was feeling the frustration in the same way as me, and if he'd want to do it as soon as possible when we met up later.
My phone pinging broke me from my thoughts, and only then did I realise that I had been so distracted that I had walked almost right through town. Rob was letting me know that they were finally on the move again, but it would be a couple of hours before they had got to the next junction, turned around and made it back. I sent a quick reply telling him I'd see him later, and added that I had been thinking of him, with a winking face. He responded quickly just with a couple of exclamation marks, so I was confident he knew what I meant.
The purpose of my trip to town was to find a dress for the upcoming Summer Ball. I had worn the same couple of dresses to a handful of the autumn and winter events, and wanted something that was new and more suitable for the summer. I spent the next couple of hours contentedly browsing through the shops, trying on a couple of dresses, and making a list of those I might take Rob back to look at. It was while I was taking a dress off that my phone pinged again. They were just heading back off the motorway and he could meet me soon. I fired off a reply asking him to meet me at a pub in town, and added that I was currently stood in just my underwear, and still thinking about him. More exclamation marks came back in return.
Handing back the dress I had tried on I headed to the pub, which was fairly busy with lunchtime trade. I got myself a glass of wine and found a table in the corner to sit and wait. It wasn't too long before Rob arrived, and I stood to give him a kiss hello. He leant down and his sunglasses dropped down from their position perched on his head, making us both chuckle. He went off to the bar and I accepted his offer of another glass of wine, having drunk most of my first one already.
As he stood at the bar I admired him, his Swimming Club polo shirt was well fitted, highlighting his broad shoulders and toned arms. He was in shorts which also showed his strong legs, although his flip flops added a certain gangly look. Once he was back with the drinks we chatted and decided to have lunch there, and soon enough he went back to the bar to order. He returned with more drinks, and by the time the food arrived the first two glasses of wine had started to go to my head a bit.
