The door to the library burst open and in walked a naked, dripping woman.
Brian was frantically doing homework in the house library. He'd had a busy week, and he was trying to bear down on some reading and a short essay that were due on Monday. In between his date with Abby last night and the party Ivan had planned for today, he was hoping to squeeze in some study time.
But life had other plans. He thought he'd heard the sounds of people arriving, but he was set on ignoring it. It was still lunchtime, and the uneaten half of his sandwich sat next to the laptop, surrounded by books and notes.
He looked up at the girl. Her blonde hair lay in flat, wet strings, apparently the source of most of the water. He watched a drop slide from her shoulder down between very nice breasts. Small and round and soft and firm all at the same time. Her small nipples were responding quite adamantly to the chill of wet skin in an air conditioned room.
"Charles said you'd be in here." she said.
"He was right. So what's going on?"
"We're wondering where you were. We're all upstairs in the tub."
Brian had a tub in his private bath that had all the bells and whistles. Heated water, jets, bubbles, and room for four people. Six if they were really good friends, or at least willing to pretend they were. It explained the copious moisture that was dripping onto the wooden floor. "The party has already started?" he asked, not sure whether to be pissed or not.
He couldn't be pissed. He'd gone.... he quickly did the math... almost 48 hours, his longest dry spell since finally accepting that he was an Ace and that it was on him, and only a couple thousand others world wide, to populate the future human race.
While a beautiful naked woman bursting into the room was only mildly surprising, it was highly appealing. Homework quickly gave up first place in the race for his attention. He seriously weighed his options. What he ought to do was to tell her to pass it on to Ivan and the others that he would be up there once he finished his essay.
Her smooth mound and taut lips glistened from the water dripping down her body. What he wanted to do was to bend her over the library table before sending her back upstairs and finishing his essay. It would only take five minutes away from his study time.
On the other hand, he wanted see who else Ivan had brought over.
He'd changed a lot in the last week and a half. Two weeks ago, he was a hopeless virgin, a sophomore majoring in a field that could have been chosen for the purpose of minimizing his chances of meeting girls. His very introverted personality didn't help.
Then came the test, the most important test he'd ever passed. A handful of days of denial came next, followed finally by an acceptance of his new life. At first it was tentative, but once the ice was broken, he'd rather quickly become more enthusiastic.
Now, already, it was taken for granted. His nervousness around women had all but disappeared. It was amazing what finally getting some will do for a man. The only time he still felt it was with anyone he cared about. Like Abby.
He had returned to classes that Monday after missing more than a week. The professors had shown him no mercy on makeup work, and he couldn't blame them. It wasn't like he was sick or something. Just the opposite in fact. He had somehow remained healthy, in the reproductive department, where nearly every man on earth but him had gotten sick. "Twisted", they called it.
He had a good excuse. Overnight celebrity, Secret Service protection, having to move out of his dorm on zero notice, they were all good reasons to stay away from classrooms for a while. But he was not there to put in his time, he was there to learn, and that takes studying. He couldn't afford a week long gap, and the professors giving him some kind of break wouldn't do him any good.
"What's your name?" he asked the soggy bint who had by now walked fully into the room, trailing drops of water behind her.
She stepped to the front of the table he was sitting at. Her eyes narrowed, examining him. She had a cute button nose, and the hint of poutiness in her lips. "Lisa", she said. She looked at him, completely unselfconscious of her nudity.
He closed his laptop screen. It was blocking his view of her lower body, She smiled knowingly, and he admitted to himself that closing his laptop pretty much put a close to his work as well.
"So are you going to come upstairs?" she asked.
"Soon." he said, standing. She smiled that knowing smile again. She thought she knew what he was thinking, and that he knew that she knew, etc.
He walked around the table and leaned back against it. He crossed his arms, looking sideways at her. "Do you go to school here?"
"I'm a senior." she said. She read his posture and stepped casually to the side. Her eyes went to the bookshelves that surrounded the room. "That's a lot of books. All yours?" she took a step toward the wall and cocked her head to read some titles.
"They came with the house. I'm only borrowing them." He looked at her. All that skin, all those shapes. "Do you read a lot?"
She turned to him, "Some. Surprised?"
"Maybe a little."
"Why? Do I look like a ditzy blonde bimbo?"
He smiled. "Maybe a little."
"Good" she said, and turned back to the books. She started reading titles in earnest, even reaching a finger out to run along a spine here and there. He recognized the gesture. She was someone who not only read, but felt a kind of connection to books. To their physical presence as much as their content.
This was strange. She was obviously there for the usual reason, and despite her acting like she was fully dressed and this was just a normal encounter, her nudity was pretty obviously intentional and meant for effect. He knew that he could take her any time he wanted, but he felt like playing along a little bit. He was self aware enough to know that that was another manifestation of his quickly growing confidence. He wondered if it was something else, too.
"So what are you majoring in?" he asked.
"I hate reading books on a screen, don't you?"
"Yeah, give me a physical book every time."
"Me too." she glanced at him, then went back to fingering the spines. She read a few more titles, then glanced back at him. "You know, if you're going to join us in the tub, you should get out of those clothes."
He laughed. "I can get undressed upstairs."
She shrugged and went back to looking at the titles. "I just thought you might want catch up."
"You're way ahead of me." Brian said.
She turned her head and smiled at him. Her hand was on the top of one of the book spines, and she tilted it out. It was a thick hard cover. He could only read part of the title, but enough to get it. The Oxford Dictionary of Philosophy. She tapped the title with her finger and looked at him with a neutral expression. "My major." she said.
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
"So why are you here, then?"
"Same reason all the other girls come here. Because I'm a girl, a human girl."
"You are definitely a very human girl." he said, looking her up and down.
"I know" she said, and turned fully facing him. "So do you want to get started?"
He reached over his head and pulled the back of his shirt up and over. When he could see her again, she had a satisfied smile on her face. He got his pants off and faced her. He had been almost fully hard since about thirty seconds after she walked in.
She looked him up and down with a satisfied smile and stepped toward him. It's a tough job, but somebody's got to do it, he thought.
More specifically, he had to do it. He and a handful of others. He'd gotten a slap in the face reminder when he returned to history class on Monday. History was not very relevant to his major in electrical engineering, but it was part of the core curriculum everybody had to do. Despite that, he really liked it, in large part because Professor Stockton was the kind of lecturer that made it understandable as more than a string of dates. He traced cause and effect, and how they percolated through uncountable nooks and crannies of life and society, only to converge somewhere that might be quite distant, conceptually, from where they began.
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Stockton had laid down the law to the class after welcoming him back. There would be no disruptions. Brian was grateful for it. He'd experienced plenty of disruptions of his own, and any that happened in classrooms would most likely be aimed at him. When he'd walked in, he got the kinds of looks he was getting used to from the girls, and everything from awed stares to resentful glares from the guys.
He sat at the front of the class so he didn't have to see their faces during the lecture. The subject of the day was the Mongol Invasions of Europe. Stockton put a heavy emphasis on the demographic consequences of centuries of ruthless Mongol rule, subjection, slaughter, rape, and eventually, intermarriage.
