It was my senior year, in a few short months I would finally have my BS in CS, and I'd be gone from this little 2-bit college forever. The past four years I'd been a good boy, the nights I stayed up late I spent doing homework, writing essays, coding until I passed out on my keyboard. I'd never been the type to go out and party, get drunk, get laid. It looked like I was going to get out of here a 22-year-old virgin, and I thought that was fine by me. As a rule, CS geeks don't get chicks, and I didn't figure I was an exception. Then I met HER.
Gwen Raven. Her name alone was sexy enough, but she was more than just sexy, she was every computer-geek's wet dream. She wasn't all that tall, only about 5'4", but I'm only 5'10" myself, so I guess I can't call her short either. Her eyes were green, and her hair was dark red. She had a way of walking that just demanded you stop and watch, and when she smiled, it made all the blood in your brain rush right out and down into your cock. That sweet piece of nubile 19-year-old flesh had an excellent rack too, 36DD, I learned later, I'd no concept of sizing at the time. I just knew her tits were full and round and perky as hell for their size. I got hard just looking at her, and when she spoke to me I nearly shot a load right there.
"You're Jacob, right?" Her voice was soft and breathy, like the girls on 1-900-phone-sex commercials.
"Uh y-yah," I could've kicked myself for sounding like such a spaz, but it made her smile again, so I forgave myself.
"Look, I gotta take Intro to C++ for my Psych degree, got no idea why, but I need a tutor. Advising Resources gave me your name, and said I had to negotiate price with you." I'd have done all her programming for the entire course for just one touch of her big, pouty lips on my rock-hard cock, but there's no way I was saying that out loud, so I just stood there silent and nodded.
"Cool, here's my address, if you can come by at 6 tonight for my first lesson, I'll make dinner and we can discuss your fee. Bye!" She said it all so fast I wasn't sure I caught more than address and 6. But she'd put a post-it on my Compilers book, and it had an address on it.
At six that night, I found myself knocking on the door to a little house on the complete opposite side of town from campus. I was scared shitless that I'd manage to say something stupid when she opened the door, but I figured as soon as we opened the textbook, or booted up her machine, I'd be ok. I learned C back when most kids my age were learning how to read, and I'd been dreaming in C++ since junior high, so I knew I'd be safe as soon as we got down to the lesson.
She answered the door wearing this shirt that I swear was little more than a bandanna and strategically placed strings, and a long, flowing skirt that would've actually been prudish, except that it was translucent. I thought I'd gotten hard that morning when I talked to her, now I really knew what hard meant, it was almost painful.
"Come on in, just give me a minute to kill Maleficent, and I'll make dinner... I know... I should wait until I've finished all my homework, but Kingdom Hearts is so damned addictive!"
She was one of those girls that explains her whole thought process, but I didn't mind, well except that her phone-sex voice was making my cock twitch. I had to sit down fast, before the sudden re-distribution of blood made me light-headed. I sat down behind her on the couch, while she sat on the floor and battled the sorceress. Surprisingly, she was really good, and she finished the fight in about half the time I did the first time I played the game. I couldn't believe it, this goddess actually played video games, and she rocked at them... It was all I could do to restrain myself from strokin' off right there on her couch.
"HAH! Take that Bitch!" Her victory cry was almost completely out of character for the soft sultry voice.
"Sorry about that,I'd have been distracted by it all night if I hadn't finished it. Now, about food." She hopped up and almost bounced into the kitchen. Thank God she talked so much, I was about to swallow my tongue watching her perfectly luscious ass as she crossed the room.
You know that feeling you got the first time someone caught you looking at internet porn? That's about how I felt when she popped back into the living room to ask if I had any preferences on what kind of meat she should pull out, if any. That's the way she phrased it too, and the crude joke that normally comes to mind brought with it too many exciting images, so I didn't say anything for a bit.
At first I couldn't figure out why she'd started giggling. Then when she caught her breath she said, "Relax, you look like a deer in headlights. I guess you were brought up really strict. I'm sorry, I won't make any more dirty jokes, they seem to make you nervous."
She looked really apologetic, so I pulled myself together and told her it was all right, it just surprised me. She smiled and made a joke about CS majors never leaving their computer caves. Then, she invited me into the kitchen to discuss the tutoring arrangement while she made us dinner. Sitting at her table, watching as she reached up for things on top shelves, and bent down to put things in the oven was tantalizing agony. The stuff she was wearing stayed in place really well, but I kept expecting something to shift and give me an even better view of her incredible body.