Sandy was a student at the local university in her second year studying psychology. She was short and petite with below shoulder length blonde hair, often tied in a pony tail to suit her mood. She was also a bit of a loner with only a few trusted friends and so did not socialise very much. She enjoyed the apartment she lived in, spent nights studying, listening to her favourite music or communicating with distant friends on the internet. If the mood suited her with the right person she would indulge in a little shared cybersex using her voice communication and cam.
The cybersex was good. It allowed her to masturbate and satiate those feelings of being horny. She regarded it as "safe sex", and there was very little physical attachment she shared with, perhaps just a slight emotional one, which she could cope with because of her mind-set. It was simply fun, but very private. She never revealed it to other physical friends around her. Besides, her thoughts were could they be bothered anyway?
She did not believe in using a gym and over the past winter months she had put on more weight than she wanted, although the weight gain was minimal. Her body was still petite and healthy.
It was spring and time to do some jogging again every Saturday and Sunday mornings, a routine five kilometres.
Sandy would wake up and have a shower then breakfast of one tomato and lettuce sandwich. She considered that to be enough until dinner later that afternoon. She would put on her skimpy lace underwear and then the usual grey jogging shorts and t-shirt. She was ready to take on that five kilometre challenge.
Over the weeks it got easier. One Sunday she left her apartment and began her run. Outside on the boulevard was a young man, same age as Sandy. He was Dermot, his father Irish and his mother Caribbean. His hair was short, neat and curly with a body that was kept in good condition thanks to the university gym. He was not a student, but a carpenter for a nearby home repair establishment.
Dermot had been watching Sandy for many months over winter into spring. He liked what he saw. She was his kind of girl and he wanted to get to know her a little more. Perhaps even a date maybe? But that first move had to be his. The thing was, he was shy with lots of girls and spent quite a lot of time masturbating about having sex and especially Sandy. A date seemed great, but what he really wanted was to see what she was like naked and submissive for sex. Seduction was on his mind first, and perhaps that might be a way to her heart for a relationship.
That Sunday, late morning, Sandy returned from her jog. He waited to enter the apartment block behind her. "Excuse me, do you know anyone called Gerry who lives here?" Dermot asked. Sandy laughed nervously removing her earphone. On first impression, she thought he was quite handsome and not many young men burst into her life as if from nowhere.
"Sorry, I don't know anyone called Gerry who lives here." She smiled at him and he returned the gesture. "There are lots of people in this block. Gerry could be any one of them, but it is mostly female residence only, that is until they changed the rules recently. Is he a student?"
"Yes, I believe he is. Don't know what he studies though."
"I am really sorry I can't help you... what is your name?"
"Dermot."
"Very sorry Dermot. Are you OK?"
"Not really..." He was beginning to get lost for words. His shyness most of all.
"I'm Sandy," she smiled and took his hand, holding it a few seconds whilst she checked out the young man before her, casually dressed in t-shirt and jeans with quite a few manly muscles and handsome looks, especially when he smiled. He reminded her of Kev, one of the online cybersex players. Only Kev had a good package and a penchant for British girls. She cleared her mind from daydreaming those few seconds. Dermot was physically facing her. "Would you like a coffee or something?"
Dermot raised a slight smile and accepted the invitation, feeling more at ease she had told him her name. One other thing he discovered whilst following her was not only her cute butt, she could also talk quite a lot, offering advice on how to locate Gerry, a completely non-existing individual, whilst they took the elevator to the floor her apartment was situated on.
He could not stop himself from looking at her legs, and when she turned to him, her small petite breasts through the clothing. He just wondered what they would be like compared to lots of other girls more stacked that he had fancied. Of course, he had seen pictures and even porn of petite girls being photographed and fucked. The amount of cum he had spent wanking over them was quite a lot. But what was it like to actually do it to one of them? The more he was with her now, close up, the more he began to fancy his chances of finding out.
Once in the apartment there was that clean fragrance smell in the air. The smell he associated with homes lived in by women, especially single ones. In his job it was quite familiar. But in his job the homes were occupied by older women that made advances to him. They scared him. Older women were not "his thing", even though they had maturity and experience.
"Sit down Dermot, make yourself comfortable." Sandy told him as she made her way into the kitchen area. Dermot took a seat in a studio chair, and once again catching a glimpse of Sandy he began to daydream. Those porn movies did not help to keep his mind off things. He wanted to release that pony tail of hers and see how long her hair really was. And, thinking of hair, did she have pubes?
Sandy returned with two mugs of coffee setting them down on the coffee table. She took a seat opposite him. "So Dermot, what do you do?"
He explained that he was an apprentice trained carpenter and earned quite a good wage. Business was good and he had weekends free. This seemed to drift over Sandy's head as if she had no interest and Dermot noticed. Infact, Sandy was not really interested in anything but her studies. Regarding her guest, he was lost looking for Gerry and perhaps needed rescuing for a while.
While they drank their coffee, now in silence, she noticed Dermot checking her out, this time with more interest. Even though she thought he was handsome, it made her shiver, not knowing for sure that it was right to allow a stranger within her domain.
"Can I confess something?" Dermot asked.
"Yes, why not?" Sandy replied, now trying to be a good host and possible listener.
"I like you Sandy quite a lot." Silence hit the room between them. He expected an answer and she just did not know how to take his confession. "I've been kind of stalking you. Just hanging around the boulevard outside the block and following you during the weekends in winter. I'm surprised you didn't notice me watching in the hypermarket every Saturday."
