The Date
2.1 Matchmaking
As the week went on, David found himself watching the girls who passed through the dorm, and it was a while before he realized he was looking for the girl on the roof. However, he never saw anyone who looked like her, and after three days was ready to give up his search.
He was sitting in the lounge, leaning back, feet up on the chair, the book he was reading for his English class open and ignored on his lap. He stared out at the rain dripping down the window. It had rained since that day on the roof, casting a pall over everything at the campus. David chuckled to himself. Not even a chance to sunbathe on the roof again.
‘Hey, David. You reading that book or hoping to absorb the plot through your skin?’
David looked in the direction of the cheerful voice to see a classmate of his walking towards him. He recognized the pretty blonde as a girl who’d just joined his English class, although her name escaped him for the moment. He greeted her and motioned for her to sit.
She perched on the edge of the chair opposite him and said cheerily ‘I’m Alessa, remember me?’
He nodded.
She didn’t say anything more, so he resorted to small talk.
‘Bitch of a book to read, huh?’ He gestured at the novel in his lap.
Alessa shrugged. ‘Oh, it’s not too bad once you get the hang of the plot. I had to read it in the class I was in before I joined yours.’
She glanced at him.
‘Do you know a Jennifer Thomas?’ she asked out of the blue.
David thought a bit.
‘I can’t say I do. Why?’
‘She’s my roommate. She was asking about you’
David’s eyes narrowed. Could it be?
‘What’s she like?’
Alessa described her roommate. There was nothing she liked better than a little matchmaking, especially where her overly shy roommate was concerned.
As David listened, he felt his body react as he realized Jennifer was the girl he had been looking for. He had been waking in the morning to dreams of her; he had seen her in his fantasies, and what incredible fantasies, dominated as they were by the memory of seeing Jennifer convulsed in her multi-orgasmic state. And now he could have the chance to find her.
He grinned in delighted anticipation. ‘Why don’t you give me her number, or tell me where to find her? You say she’s shy? Maybe I can do something about that...’
‘She’s shy because she’s never, um, been with anyone before.’
‘And you think she might like me?’ David asked, feeling a little shiver of excited expectation.
‘She already likes you, all you’ve got to do is help her get over her nervousness. I think you’ll be rewarded.’
Alessa took a piece of paper from the notebook she had tucked under her arm. ‘Her schedule’s on there and I’ll make sure she’s at the campus bar on Friday. After that, it’ll be up to you,’ she said as she grinned in return. ‘Good luck. You’ll likely need it.’
2.2 The Gift
Jennifer groaned in frustration. Her math class had to be the most utterly boring class to take. Each day she had sat through the class, staring at walls, daydreaming, just letting her mind wander. She glanced at her watch. It was about time for the professor to start winding up.
Then finally he was done.
With a sigh of relief, Jennifer packed up her notebook and textbook, tucked them under her arm, and left the room quickly.
She hurried through the door, around the corner and muttered ‘excuse me’ to the large body that suddenly blocked her way. When it didn’t move, she glanced up angrily.
‘Excuse me’ her voice trailed off as she recognized who stood in front of her.
David grinned down at her. ‘Fancy meeting you here’
Jennifer felt her face grow hot and knew she was blushing. She stepped sideways and moved forward quickly, just wanting to run and hide. As she moved away, David watched her retreating back, an amused smile on his face.
Later, Jennifer curled up in her room studying, despite the sun having once again returned. She would have liked to study on the roof, in the sun, but after the last time...her face went red and her body grew warm with the memory. She shook her head and tried to concentrate on work.
A knock on her door once again distracted her, and she opened it.
‘Yes?’
A young man stood before her, holding a vase filled with roses. ‘Delivery for Jennifer Thomas,’ the man said. ‘Is this the right address?’
Jennifer nodded, dumbfounded.
“For me?” she thought.
She took the roses and signed the receipt with a shaky hand. As she closed the door she checked for a card. Setting down the roses on her bureau, she plucked the tiny blue envelope from between the flowers.
Opening it nervously, she read, “Do you realize how hot you make me? I keep remembering what I saw and want so much to see more...-David”.
She dropped the card as if it were on fire, and then, just as quickly, picked it up again before her roommate could find it. She looked around, panicked, wondering where to hide the card. She finally tucked it deep inside her socks drawer and tried futilely to return to studying.
2.3 Dressing
Alessa returned later still and immediately began to get ready to go out that evening. She put on a miniskirt and no knickers, a cropped top with no bra, smoothed a hand over her flat stomach and checked her appearance in the mirror.
Jennifer watched from where she was curled up on her bed. ‘You look fine, Alessa. Leave it be.’
Alessa turned to stare at her roommate. ‘You should come with me, Jennifer. It’s not like its a big deal or anything’
Jennifer shrugged. ‘You know I don’t like the campus bar.’
‘You’re shy, I know,’ Alessa sighed. ‘Look, Jen’, you’re never going to get to meet anybody if you don’t try.’
She walked over to her own closet and started going through the clothes. Pulling out a flimsy white cheesecloth blouse and a very short mini-skirt, she tossed them to Jennifer, adding stockings, suspenders and high-heeled shoes to the pile of clothes.
‘Get dressed in those clothes.’
Jennifer looked up to see Alessa standing before her, hands on her hips, a determined expression on her face.
