Nobody thought Mary was a virgin. I certainly didn't. She certainly didn't dress the part, and the way she carried herself with a little sway and a good bit of confidence seemed to indicate a well-experienced woman.
I had long found her attractive, but never really gotten to know her more than casually. We had been in a couple of classes together but hadn't gotten much beyond hello.
Mary was tall and lanky, taller than some of the guys. She had a thin but not skinny figure, a not-too-round ass, and tits you couldn't help but notice. That, and a killer smile. Guys definitely wanted Mary.
I noticed Mary at a dance. She was without a date and so was I, so I walked over to where she was to strike up a conversation.
"Hi," I said.
"Hi," Mary said, flashing that killer smile.
"Here by yourself?"
"Yes, unfortunately."
"Yeah," I said. "Me too. Care to dance? I'll warn you in advance. I'm a terrible dancer."
Mary giggled. "I'm not exactly Ginger Rogers, either," she said. "What the heck? Why not? Let's have some fun."
We started to dance. Mary was right; she was certainly no dancer, but neither was I, so we were on about an equal footing. What she lacked in dancing skill, she made up for in enthusiasm. She was eagerly moving her arms and legs, clearly having a good time.
Mary wore a high skirt, pink, and an off-white top with a slightly plunging neck that showed off a hint of her cleavage, and black boots that went halfway up her shin.
The music slowed. "Ooh, slow dance," Mary said. I put my arm around her waist and took her hand. We began to circle the floor. Mary pulled in close to me. She sighed softly.
"I thought you said you couldn't dance," Mary said.
"Well," I said.
"I'm having a good time," Mary said.
"I'm glad," I said. "So am I. You look good."
"Thank you."
We danced a few more numbers and it was time to leave. I walked Mary back to her place. She gave me a quick kiss. "Thanks again," she said.
"Call you soon," I said. I turned.
"Hey," Mary said. I turned back towards her. Grinning, she waggled her finger for me to come to her.
"I had a great time tonight," Mary said. "Thanks." She kissed me again, slightly aggressively. I put my hand on her butt. Mary sighed. I pushed her hair back and kissed her.
"You want me, don't you?" Mary said.
"Well, uh-" Mary pushed up against me.
"Of course you do." She chuckled just a little. That sexy confidence again. Mary stared at me for a few seconds. "I can usually tell when a guy wants me."
She was right; I wanted her, but we hadn't even formally had a date yet. I took a deep breath. "I'll call you," I said.
"I'm looking forward to it," said Mary. With that, she gave me a hard kiss. She turned and went inside with a wave.
Whatever she was trying to do worked. I was thinking about her all the way home.