There was an initial spark of sexual attraction to Jay from the very day I laid eyes on him, walking in late to the first day of class in ceramics. The teacher was still looking for the roll sheet, so he quickly appraised the class room with bright, sea-colored eyes and strode confidently over to the only empty seat left, which happened to be right in front of me.
I felt a little thrill of interest gazing at his broad, tan shoulders, partially visible under his brightly colored tank. He had a hat perched on his head at an angle in the same intense colors that just screamed southern California.
I was definitely glad there was at least ONE hot guy in the class. What good is an education if there's no eye candy to keep me entertained through the boring bits? I had no idea that that first spark would grow into a uncontrollable blaze of lust.
I had returned to school after working on my own for several years, using my savings and relative financial security to pursue my studies without my parent's financial support. They are well off, but I like doing things my own. At 24, I was several years older than the majority of my fellow classmates, and felt several decades older in maturity.
Most of these kids were just taking some classes at the community college to get their parents off their backs while they partied. To be honest, I found most of them, especially the boys, frustrating, as I was truly there to finish my education and transfer to a real college. Not that it stopped them from trying to hit on me.
I've always been confident in my body, and now had the wardrobe and makeup skills to accent the very best parts of me. To be honest, I partially used classes as a chance to show off and feel attractive. I usually wear my long dark blond hair down, emphasizing the natural wavy texture and movement. I love using intense eye contact to derail a teacher's line of thought as his attention is caught by the depths of my hazel eyes. Putting on lipgloss or eating an apple in class can become an exercise in subtle oral seduction as I smooth the gloss over my full lower lip, or carefully wrap my lips around the skin before crunching down. I have an extensive collection of wedges and heels that I'll wear on any occasion, to highlight my shapely and toned legs, making me seem even taller than my 5'7.
Jay didn't seem intimidated by my height, but he definitely noticed me as we worked our way through making basic ashtrays. At 6'4, he towered over me even in my highest wedges. Unlike some really tall guys, he was perfectly proportioned, where you didn't even realize how tall he was until you were standing right next to him.
As the class thinned out, we found ourselves working on pottery wheels next to each other, laughing and sharing stories about our lives. As I thought, he was from southern California; Venice Beach actually, and had moved up here to try to get in to the local University.
He had a wicked sense of humor and could make me laugh until tears were running down my face. His broad, happy-go-lucky smile seemed semi-permanently attached, except when he focused on his clay, letting his large tanned hands delicately shape the developing vase or bowl. The fact he was 4 years younger than me, at only 20, didn't seem as obvious as it did with every other guy his age. I began to look forward to Tuesdays and Thursdays as pottery days, or the days I would get to see Jay. I started carefully choosing the clothes I would wear to that class, to draw his attention to my tan legs with white jean shorts, or a long tank that cinched under the bust, pushing the rounded curves of my breasts to better view.
One day as we were working on bowls in class, we started talking about drugs. I shared that I occasionally will smoke a joint, but have never been interested in doing more. Jay's face brightened considerably at this piece of knowledge, and he immediately invited me over after class to smoke me out. I paused just long enough to see the anticipation in his eyes before saying yes. Even then, I hardly thought anything would happen beyond some casual teasing. But that was before I got to his house...
I parked in front of his rental; an adorable one story track home with a big porch and huge, curtained windows. Shifting my purse on my shoulder as I checked my lip gloss, I knocked. When the door opened, I was completely confused. It looked like Jay, but he changed into jeans and a zip up, and where was his little blonde goatee?!? I was suddenly not so sure this was Jay and just stared for a moment, confusion apparently evident on my face.
"You must be Mia! I'm Jack, Jay's brother. He's in the back, come on in." A smile lit up Jack's familiar face, and I could tell they enjoy springing the fact they're twins on people. I could easily picture them waiting until the very last moment to share that piece of knowledge. Apparently they both share their mischievous nature as well as their tall physique and good bone structure. Looking at Jack's muscular ass under his jeans, I was suddenly very glad to have decided to come over.
Jack didn't seem to be in any rush to tell his brother I was there, as he sat me down on their couch and offered me some water. We chatted for a bit; him informing me that he's been going to the local University studying business and loves the area. As I was letting him know about my own educational plans, Jay walked in to the room carrying a pipe, jar and a lighter. He chuckled when he saw me sitting on the couch with his brother, and said, "So I see you've met Jack. In case you didn't notice, we're twins."
Jack stood up as Jay was talking, and they threw a well-defined arm around each other's shoulders as they stood in front of me, producing carbon-copy broad smiles. They were identical, except for Jay's pale blond goatee barely visible on his tanned chin.
