Penny was more likely to be called 'cute' than 'hot', but that was certainly no insult. She had an energetic smile and a delightful laugh. Her big green eyes lit up her face, and her brown hair was usually tied in pigtails. She was of average height and just a tad overweight, but a lot of that came from the shapely pair of D-cups ornamenting her chest. Her ass was also a little plump: once again--certainly no insult. She was the kind of gal a guy could date, or just be friends with, but the trick was to get the best of both worlds.
But perhaps I should start at the beginning . . .
When I had registered to attend classes at Fontana Community College, I was excited about the possibilities it would give me. The few friends I had had left home right after high school, and the prospect of meeting new people was all I thought I would have to look forward to. Between my classes and my job, my schedule was already filled for the summer, but I had high hopes that college would show me the good times I had missed out on during high school.
As it turned out, the few weeks after I'd graduated were the best of my life. My courses hadn't started yet, and so I simply worked all day, every day. But there was a new shining light that had moved in right next-door: Autumn. For weeks now, Autumn and I had developed an erotic, if not strange, relationship. Hinged solely on our love for voyeurism and exhibitionism, this relationship took place behind our own bedroom windows as we masturbated for, and with each other. We had never met, never spoken, but I, for one, had never felt such lust for anyone ever before.
When the semester began, however, my classes were severely cutting into the time I had been spending watching, or performing for, my redheaded beauty. I only had school three days a week, but since I worked during the day, I had to schedule most of my courses early in the morning, and late at night. On some days, then, Autumn was asleep both when I left and when I came home. All of the excitement my dick had been getting was suddenly reduced by half.
It was the Monday of my fourth week, and I was taking my last class of the day, Biology. This had been the hardest course I'd signed up for, as it also had a required, 2-hour-a-week lab. Mine was scheduled on Friday evening. Yeah--lucky me. For the labs, we were paired up with someone and were to do all of our semester projects together. I got stuck with some boneheaded guy at first, but when he dropped out after the first week, a girl that had been the odd-gal-out in a group of three joined me to make things square.
Which brings me to Penny. We hit it off immediately. Though she had mentioned having a boyfriend right away, she still seemed rather flirty with me. During our classes and lab, we would share notes, make jokes about the instructor's dull, monotone drawl, and talk about all sorts of topics. In the short time I had known her, I already counted several major things Penny and I had in common: We were both generally shy, most of our friends had moved away, we lived with our sisters, and we thought all of the other people in our Biology class were total stuffed shirts.
This last one was most important, as it meant that if something were to happen to Penny's boyfriend, then I at least had the upper hand over my fellow classmates on snatching her up. Yes, I was already thinking about going further with Penny, but mostly we were just having fun. Though there was definite flirting going on from both sides, there wasn't much sexual tension in our friendship.
Until Monday's class ended, that is. . .
We had just left the classroom, and I was expecting to part ways as we always did, but Penny followed alongside me.
"Gavin, do you think our journals are complete enough?"
For our lab, we were keeping journals to record the progress of plants we were growing in different soils. It was our first major project, but I was a little taken aback that Penny had mentioned it now. We usually didn't bring up class unless we were going to make a joke about it. But she sounded serious--concerned, even.
"I don't know," I said. "What do you mean by 'complete'?"
"I mean, I saw the two short guys writing in theirs, and it was like pages long for each day."
Now I understood her concern. The 'two short guys' were generally regarded as the smart students--always answering questions, showing off various useless knowledge, etc. So the idea was, if you wanted a good grade, they were the example. If their daily journals were pages long, our paragraph-long passages weren't going to raise any eyebrows.
"You think we should beef ours up?" I asked.
She nodded. "I mean, we can do a lot of it from memory, but some of it we'll have to just guess and make up the rest. If you're okay with that."
"Shit, I don't care. But we'll never have time in lab to do it. You want to get together Friday night?"
I didn't even realize I was asking her out until the sentence had left my mouth. Sure, it was for class, but--
"Yeah, I could do that. But, you're free, right? I don't want to fuck up your weekend or anything."
"No, no. My weekends are . . . this will be a high point," I laughed, and I swear I saw Penny blush.
Technically, it was true. Autumn was still my weekend's highest point, but a 'class date' with Penny would be far more exciting than anything else that went on. Hoping to understand her true intentions, I wondered if Penny was going to tell her boyfriend about our plans. But I dared not ask. I didn't want to be caught assuming anything and ruining a perfectly good friendship.
The week dragged on as usual, but come Friday night, I was shifting in my seat restlessly as I waited for lab to end. For the whole two hours, I dreamed about what the night might become; imagining Penny saying 'to hell with my boyfriend' and throwing herself at me. Her clothes helped my fantasy, as she wore tight jeans that hugged her ass, and a shirt with a large v-neck that offered a generous view of her cleavage. When I looked at her across the table, I couldn't help but try and picture what those massive tits would look like naked, with my hands squeezing them.
The thoughts affected me externally, too--and I don't just mean the erection that wouldn't go away. I was quieter, and she seemed to notice, because she'd break the silence with questions about 'how I was doing'. We weren't having quite as much fun as we usually did. In short, we were at least pretending to pay full attention to the instructor. I considered the possibility that I had ruined the friendship and any chance of something more; my irrational hopes had bred tension, and I was no longer the guy Penny had been so friendly with. I feared that my nerves had gotten the best of me. My only shred of hope rested on the fact that Penny, too, seemed a little nervous, but no less pleasant. Plus, we were still on for the meeting after class . . .
"Oh, shoot," Penny said, snapping shut her cell phone. Lab had ended, and we were gathering up our things. "That was my sister. We can't go to my place. She's having a 'friend' over."
For a moment I panicked. Was this the truth or just her way of getting out of tonight?
"We could go to like a coffee shop or something," she offered, "but those places are always so distracting to me."
"Me, too," I agreed. Then, clinging to hope, "We could go to my place."
"Oh yeah, that'd be cool. You live closer than I do anyway, right?"
"Yeah, a little." Good. So we were still on.
Now I wasn't even thinking about sex. I was just relieved she was still my friend and hadn't been 'weirded-out' by my odd behavior.
"My sister and I split up the house," I continued. "The whole main floor is basically mine, so we won't be bothered."
"Great," she said, and we headed for the door. "But can I ask you one thing? Can we stop for dinner first? I'm starving."
"Absolutely."
We met at a fast-food place for a quick bite, and then drove on to my house. For the next couple hours, we sat in my bedroom at my desk and turned our five-or-so sentences a day journal into a small booklet full of mostly redundant information. But it looked and sounded good--at least A-minus material. And it had gone so smoothly that we continued to sit there, talking and drinking beer, for another hour. Neither of us drank much, but we were getting looser, flirtier, and touchier with each other. Only my small desk lamp was on, so the room was dark, adding to the mood. Finally, the topic turned in a wild new direction.
"This is fun," she said, laughing and patting my knee. "Usually I hate meeting new guys."
"Why?"
"Because of these," and she pointed at her breasts and laughed. "It's the only reason most guys want to talk to me, and I hate that. Because they're usually boring, or just jerks, and so they're no fun. I want to be with someone I can talk to."
"And that's why you're with your boyfriend?" I asked. "Because you two can talk?"
"No," she said with a wave of her hand. "That's why I make-up my boyfriend."
