After we finished what passed for a breakfast, we left the dining hall and the gang spread out to head for our various classes. I had second semester freshman calculus at 0900 on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, and none of the rest of the gang were STEM majors, so they all went a different direction than I did. Larry, the Phi Sig chapter president kept walking with me, and he was kind of cautious about it, but it was obvious that he was trying to chat me up. He's a solidly built guy, with some obvious muscle, and he kept his hair very closely cropped, Army style. I had never seen him in ROTC classes, but he looked like he could be a veteran. He's about four inches shorter than me, but most of the guys I meet are shorter, and I'm used to that. The problems come when I meet a guy I like but he can't handle my being 6'2" tall, like that's some kind of threat to his masculinity, but this didn't seem to be an issue with Larry.
It turned out that he was an engineering student, civil engineering, so we had something in common; I'm in electrical engineering, and it's a wickedly tough major even at the freshman level. I'm older than the other freshmen due to my Army time, and I've got enough self-discipline to get my work done, but it's still tough, and it has cramped my social life a bit. The upcoming Phi Sig party will be only the third party I've been to all year, and I haven't had a boyfriend so far at York. How Larry could be an engineering student, a senior,
and
have the time to be a fraternity president was hard to figure out. But it became clear that he was definitely chatting me up when he gave me a quick, unexpected kiss when I was turning into my calc class.
Wow!
I mean, I knew that he was flirting, and I liked it. I might have flirted back a bit, but that was one aggressive move, because we weren't "there" yet, and it totally messed me up for concentrating on derivatives in this class. I started thinking about my promise to show up naked for the Phi Sig party, and all of the eyes on me, but I wasn't thinking about Butch having to do his end of the deal, and strip; all that I could picture was Larry's eyes on me. In my mind, I could see him clearly, while everybody else was kind of a blur. I could picture him walking to me slowly . . .
This was nuts! I'd been naked in public plenty of times, having spent most of last summer at Gunnison Beach, a nude beach in the Gateway National Seashore at Sandy Hook. But Larry's move had my pussy getting wet, and I mean really wet, really fast. I was just hoping that the guys sitting around me in calculus wouldn't notice that I was getting a bit flushed -- I have really pale skin -- or perhaps detect pheromones. My sense of smell was heightened; could I detect a slight scent of my wetness right there in calculus? I wasn't worried about the geek on my right, who didn't look like he'd ever even touched a girl before, but the guy on my left had the look of a man who knew women. Was that a slight smile he gave me when class was over?
I couldn't help it. When class was over, I usually went to the campus coffee shop and knocked out my calculus homework right there, because I had an hour break before second semester physics. Not today! I rushed back to the dorm, glad that Annette had a class right now, because I practically tore off my pants and brought myself to a quick orgasm. And I mean a quick one; I was so turned on it took maybe twenty seconds! All of the other girls were out, so I didn't have to be quiet about it, and I wasn't. A little more playing with myself, and I came again, twice, and they were intense!
A quick trip to the bathroom to clean myself up, and a fresh thong, and I had to hurry to get to class. But even though I had taken the edge off, I was still turned on. I found myself looking around the hallways of the classroom building, trying to see if Larry was there. It had warmed up nicely by the time I had left the dorm again, so I left my vest behind, and my braless tits were attracting a bit of attention from the guys, and a couple of the girls as well, in the hallways. I was wearing a thin grey t-shirt that wasn't see-through, but it fit me
very
well, and my nips, which are normally soft and puffy and stick out a bit, were hard and obvious.
I didn't have any time after physics to look for Larry, since I had German just ten minutes later, two buildings away. I already speak Pashto and Dari -- the Army put me through intense language training at the Defense Language Institute Foreign Language Center at the Presidio -- so I had already met York's foreign language requirement, and I was taking German because I wanted to, not because I had to, but I just don't miss class, ever. The sun was out, and it was a nice spring day now, despite the cold start, but my nips were still rock hard, so hard they were beginning to hurt.
Finally,
