The absolute worst thing about being a student, living in a crappy, run down apartment, has to be having no access to laundry facilities. On Saturday mornings, when most of Eric's friends were recovering from the night before, or maybe getting some homework done, Eric would be at the laundromat trying to beat the noon rush of other students who lived nearby. As much as he hated doing it, it needed to be done. And he would always rather get it out of the way sooner than later.
Click clack click clack
went the many buttons and rivets colliding with inside of the commercial dryer that he had just temporarily purchased for 25 cents. He sat back on a cracked, cheap, plastic chair, and inhaled the stuffy, warm air. The smell of fabric softener and various detergents was inescapable.
Staring at the floor, he put in his ear buds and powered up his Ipod, and began to thumb through some vintage David Bowie. And then something entered his periphery. It was a pair of, what he would have guessed to be, size 9 or 10 female feet, in trainers. The angle of his head prevented him from being able to see up much further than that, without moving his body. So he looked up as far as he could, without being obvious. Enough to see that the said feet were attached to a lovely pair of slender legs, in shorts.
"Eric?" a young voice said.
Eric looked up. It was Katie, a younger girl from one of his chemistry classes that he had made out with a few week-ends earlier, while drunk, at a school function, and had been too embarrassed to talk to, since. Katie sat to Eric's immediate right in chemistry and they often became lab partners. Aside from that, they had always seemed to bump into each other around campus, here and there, and at the occasional dorm party. They knew each each other fairly well and there was some obvious sexual tension that made Eric a little uncomfortable, even though he really like her. She was 21 years old with a tall, slender frame. Her features were plain. Her hips, ass, and breasts, while small, had no real shape. She wore little, if any, makeup and always ad her long, dark hair in a ponytail. Her eyes were, easily, Eric's favorite asset. They were wide, and extremely dark. He often found it hard to keep eye contact with her because they mesmerized him. Her lips were pale and but looked soft and warm and were about medium thickness. The little freckles above her top lip seemed a little out of place, given her dark hair and eyes but they certainly added to her "girl next door" look. Her personality was always warm and pleasant...and very playful. She would often look over at him, in class, and tap her pencil on her lip, making faces, trying to get Eric to laugh.
Despite the initial awkwardnessof their chance meeting, her demeanor toward him seemed very warm and inviting. "Oh, hi Katie," was all he could come up with on such short notice.
"Fancy meeting you here," she said, in a dramatic tone, while rolling her eyes. They both laughed a little which made Eric feel a little more at ease. "I'm only here to unload one more dryer," she said, "and I'm good to go, thank God. I put in my last load for an hour and then went for a quick jog. We must have missed each other, coming and going. God, it's hot out! I'm surprised you can't smell me all the way over there," she giggled. Being into that kind of thing, sexually, Eric tried to forget that she had said it. All he needed now, was to get a hardon. But that didn't stop the automatic response that sent a rush of blood into the base of his penis, at the thought of actually smelling her right now. Slowly, Eric began to feel the skin of his penis separate from where it was resting on his scrotum, and move outward, toward his inner thigh, as it continued to fill with blood.
God, she's hot
, he thought.
They continued to make small talk, for a while, as they both finished up. Katie revealed during their conversation that she had some weed back at her apartment and she invited Eric back to smoke a joint with her. They had hung out a few times, in the past, socially, but the weirdness of the drunken make out session had kind of left them in limbo, since then. Not having any other plans for the day, he agreed to go with her. Katie only lived a few blocks away, so they started off, loaded down with their heavy bags of clean laundry. It was really hot outside and they were both breathing heavily by the time they got to Katie's place. They didn't talk much on the way. It was just easier not to. She lived in the top floor of 10 story apartment and it was easy to sense the temperature increase as they climbed the stairs, floor by floor. Loaded down with laundry, they were both sweating heavily by the time they reached Katie's apartment door. Katie's long, dark hair was sticking to the side of her face and neck, and beads of sweat were visible on her forehead. Again, Eric tried to fight off an impending erection.
Fuck
, he thought,
this is killing me
.
Katie opened the lock to the front door and they both stepped inside, quickly dropping their laundry. "Well, this is it," Katie said, gesturing toward the one room apartment with open arms. "Have a seat on the couch and I'll get us something to drink." Eric walked over to the couch and sat down and let his eyes follow her to the kitchen, which was adjacent to the small room, but not separated by a door or full partition. As she opened the fridge and bent over to look around inside, Eric noticed a long trail of sweat down the back of her shirt. He could see clearly into the fridge, through the space between her legs, and tiny little ass. Given that she had her back turned to him, he couldn't help himself any longer. Nor did he wish too. He grabbed his semi hard cock, through his shorts, and gave it a hard squeeze. That little snapshot, in of itself, made the trip worth it.
Katie pulled out two Miller beers, walked back to the couch, handed Eric a beer, and plopped down next to him. "This is going to be sooooo good," she mumbled, her eyes widening. Twisting the cap off of her beer, she lifted her legs and plopped her feet down on the coffee table, right into the centerof Eric's field of vision. Eric was staring right down her legs, into her sneakers but couldn't see any evidence of socks.
Wow,
he thought.