A few days before January 1st, the second severe winter storm to hit Connecticut in a single week was wreaking havoc with holiday travel all along the East coast, and Jane Drockmire's hometown of Waterbury, Connecticut was no exception.
Her original plan for the holidays had been to be in Waterbury well before Christmas and leave a few days before January 1st, then make a stop in Atlanta to meet her boyfriend Ryan's family before heading back to Penn State with him for the spring semester. The first storm had wiped out her flights to Connecticut, but since her dorm was closed and she was able to exchange her ticket for one to Atlanta, she and Ryan flipped their itinerary.
Their new itinerary almost didn't work, as their flight to Hartford was the last one to arrive before that airport was closed. Jane's Dad picked them up, meeting his older daughter's boyfriend in a hectic airport. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Drockmire, and thanks for coming to get us,"
"Please, call me Fred," Jane's Dad said, then told Jane, "Your Mom and I were looking forward to having you and your sister both home for Christmas," her Dad said, "but now we're not even sure she'll make it here by the 1st. She called just before I picked you up to tell us she's been re-booked for flights getting her here by mid-day on the 31st, but the way this storm is hitting us I have my doubts."
"Yeah, she texted me while we were flying," Jane said, smiling at Ryan as she added, "at least this way Ryan doesn't have to be interrogated by all of you at the same time!"
Normally it would take no more than 25 minutes to drive from the Hartford airport to the Drockmire home, but it took Fred over an hour and a half to pick his way over the icy roads; when he finally pulled into his driveway he was visibly relieved, saying, "It's probably just as well that Emma isn't traveling tonight, the way the roads are now she might have ended up stranded in the airport until tomorrow anyway!" He led Jane and Ryan in through the garage, shouting to Jane's Mom, in the kitchen working on their dinner, "Marie, come and see who I found!"
Marie greeted Jane with a hug and said, "It's so good to see you! He's been gone so long I was beginning to think your Father had driven into a ditch. Now introduce me to this handsome young man!"
Jane introduced Ryan and Marie, but didn't get much further than a basic introduction before Marie interrupted her to tell Fred to lead Ryan to his room so he could settle in before dinner.
"Yes, Ma'am!" Fred said, and led Ryan on a speedy tour of the house, passing through the dining room, its table already set, then on to the living room and upstairs to the second floor. "All the bedrooms are up here along the hall. First door on the left used to be a bedroom, but it's my office now. There's a new sleeper sofa in there, so we think you'll be comfortable enough. Across from that is our room, Marie and mine. The room just past yours is a full shared bathroom, Emma's room is at the end of the hall just past the bathroom, and across from her is Jane's room. I'll leave you to settle in; I won't need to use the office while you're here, so set your things down wherever you need. I think dinner will be ready any minute now, so don't be too long!"
Ryan set his suitcase down and sat on the edge of the bed. Jane had told him her parents were all but certain to set him up in a room of his own; neither she nor Emma had ever brought a boyfriend home to visit, so this was a new situation, but as conservative as they were she doubted they'd go for a relatively new boyfriend sharing a bed with their daughter under their roof. While the sleeping arrangements were as he expected, he couldn't help being disappointed.
Ryan was as horny as a typical 21 year old, and though he and Jane had been a couple for a few months, most of the semester in fact, they hadn't had sex yet. They each had heavy course loads in demanding majors, each had a work-study job tying them up for sixteen to twenty hours a week, and each shared a suite with four roommates. Between their conflicting schedules, class work and a lack of privacy, they hadn't managed to do more than some hurried foreplay.
Ryan's take on their situation was different than most guys his age; most of his peers would have been satisfied with a quickie in whatever bit of time they could find, but he wanted his first time with Jane to be memorable, not rushed. He'd been embarrassed to admit to Jane soon after they began dating that the reason he was being so particular about their first time was that it would be his first time with ANYONE. He had somehow managed to get halfway through with his junior year in college without losing his virginity; he asked, "Do you think it's weird?"
"No, not weird, just a little surprising. I'm not sure how you made it through all the random hooking up that went on during the fall semester of Freshman year, but I think it's kind of sweet!" she told him, leaving out the fact that besides sweet she did think it was somewhat strange. Once she was convinced by him that he wasn't secretly hyper religious or somehow hiding being gay from everyone including himself, she accepted the reality that he was expecting her to be the one to end his unusually lengthy virginity.
She knew a lot of her peers would have been happy to have a relationship with a partner who had nobody from their past to compare her to, but she actually felt like it was some sort of unwanted responsibility. She hadn't exactly been promiscuous, but she hadn't been a virgin in over four years, between two serious high school boyfriends and several hookups during Freshman year she felt like the different levels of sexual experience she and Ryan had were a potential problem. All in all she'd have been happier if he had at least some experience.
Her uneasiness with Ryan's expectations led Jane to go out of her way to tease him, partly to make the eventual event seem less important and partly to see if she could coax him into just getting it over with. When they had a few minutes alone in her suite she would sometimes come out of her bedroom wearing only lingerie, holding up various tops and skirts and asking him which she should wear.
A bit after midnight one Thursday night she visited him at his job at the check out desk at the main campus library. She wearing as provocative an outfit as she was willing to be seen in while walking across campus; he was practically speechless when he looked up from some paperwork and saw his girlfriend standing before him, wearing incredibly short cutoff jean shorts and a tank top style t-shirt. The cool November night combined with the thin material of her top to make it obvious that she was braless. "Just thought I'd drop by to see you," she said, "how late are you working tonight?"
"Even though we only get a handful of visitors after midnight, I'm stuck here until 4:00 AM, sadly. I'm pretty sure there's still a handful of people here now, working at the third floor, I can't be away from here very long," he replied, "and I have a test at 8:00, so..."
"I get it. I got myself tarted up for you for nothing," she grumbled.
"Oh, not for nothing!" he said, "I'll be thinking of the way you look in that shirt the rest of my shift!"
Jane hit him with her best pout and scanned her surroundings.
"Then maybe this will keep you warm the rest of the night," she said as she lifted her shirt up all the way over her head for a few seconds. Despite Ryan being the only person in a position to see her exposed boobs, standing in such a public spot essentially topless made Jane shiver. A strong, sudden, and unexpected urge to pull the shirt off completely hit her, but Ryan's worried look snapped her back to her senses before she could act on it.
"Jesus, Jane! That was the hottest thing I've ever seen, but there's at least two security cameras pointing to this area!" She blushed and pulled her shirt back in place, noticing as she did that her flashing of Ryan had made her nipples even harder than the cool night air had done! She leaned over the counter, gave him an intense kiss goodnight and headed for her dorm.
A week before the end of the semester Jane visited Ryan at the library again, at a time she knew he would be using the quiet space to work on a paper due in a few days. Jane had deadlines to meet in several of her own classes, so she knew this night was probably her last best chance to get Ryan to give up whatever romantic fantasy was keeping him from just getting on with fucking her in whatever bit of time and whatever space they could manage to find. She left her dorm wearing only a long maroon flannel shirt, dark gray leggings and black leather boots. Once she was in the warmth of the library she found a quiet corner in the reference section where she could slip the leggings off. She rolled them up and tucked them away in a space between books, to be retrieved later for the walk home.
She knew all of Ryan's favorite spots in the massive building for being able to work without distraction and soon found him typing on his laptop in one of the small rooms along the perimeter of the third floor. The room was only about five feet by seven feet and had only the basic necessities; a built in desk, a shelf on the wall above the desk, a single chair and electrical outlets. What made them his preferred location to focus on work was the presence of a door, which once closed provided a quiet spot to concentrate. The door had a tiny window and there was a window as tall as the door on the exterior wall overlooking the main pedestrian path running the length of the campus, so the room wasn't perfectly private, but acoustically it was as secluded a space as the campus had to offer.
Jane startled Ryan by opening the door without knocking; he was facing away from the door, without a clue she was there until the door swung open. He spun around, his expression of surprise morphing into one of mild annoyance. He greeted her with a terse, "What are you doing here? You know I'm way behind on this paper, and I really need a good grade on it to pass the course with a high enough grade to be in the running to get that internship I told you about."
