"Can you give me a ride home?" Sheila asked.
"Sure," I replied. Trying to hide the surprise in my voice.
"Brian is in hiding," she added.
Sheila was a girl I had dated for a couple of months in the fall. The relationship had ended after Thanksgiving and now I was home on winter break from my sophomore year of college. Sheila was a year younger and at one of the local colleges. A week earlier her older brother Brian had been fired from the store all three of worked at.
An hour later, Sheila and I finished our shift at the store, and headed out into the cold to get into my car. An early 70's Dodge Dart, pretty typical car for a college kid in the late 80's. At least in my neighborhood.
It was about a 20 minute drive to the south side town where her school was at. We talked some, but it was mostly her expressing frustration about her brother and now people asking about his getting fired.
It was never really clear to me why the relationship ended. I wasn't broken up about it ending, but it seemed to just fall off a cliff. Things were going pretty good. She was planning to come up and visit after Thanksgiving. When we returned from that break things were different though. She canceled the trip and shortly after that it was clear we were through.
I thought maybe she would open up about what happened, but she didn't. Was there someone else? We were both pretty focused on our studies, I had kind of chalked it up to neither one of us really having anytime for a relationship.
When we got to her dorm I pulled into a parking place so we could continue talking. The discussion turned towards her roommates, four women the same age. Two of them she liked, one she tolerated, but the other got under her skin.
My school gave us an entire month off for winter break, but Sheila's only a couple of weeks. They had just started back, and already she was upset with this fourth roommate, Rachel. Heading into their winter break, there were two virgins in her apartment, Sheila and Rachel. But after winter break, there was only one, Sheila.
"Can you believe it?" Sheila said as she waved her hands. "Rachel fucked some guy she didn't even know."
"He was giving her a ride home for break, they got to talking about sex and then they pulled over in a rest stop and fucked."
"After the last week, that was the last thing I needed to hear. God, I am the only virgin in the apartment now."
Sheila ranted a little longer, and then she had it all out. The topic turned to me and when I was headed back to school. She decided she had better head in before the dorm security got suspicious of us being parked for that length of time and headed out to inspect.
As she opened the door to get out I said with a coy smile, "You know, I am home for another week and half if you want to do something about your problem."
Sheila didn't seem to be in a joking mode though. She responded with a "Yeah, I'll consider it," and shut the heavy door firmly. It didn't sound to me as if she would though.
About a week later, Sheila and I worked a shift together. At some point during the evening she caught me alone in one of the aisles and said, "My roommates are going home for the weekend, do you want to come over for dinner?"
I was a little surprised by the invite, but thought maybe she just needed someone to talk to. I told her I would be over.
Just before she walked away she leaned in and quietly said, "I will bring the condoms."
I am sure my jaw dropped in the surprise. Sheila bounced away and looked back to give me a smile. Not at all what I was expecting, but I was excited she made that decision. I couldn't wait for Friday night.
I showed up at Sheila's dorm around seven, she came down and met me in lobby to sign me with security. We took the stairs to the second floor where her apartment was located.
The dorms were a little different from what I was used to. These were really apartments, with a kitchen, living room, two large bedrooms, two bathrooms and even a laundry room. They also had house parents which stopped by once a week to check on things and make sure they were keeping it up.
Early when we were dating one of Sheila's roommates suggested to the house parents that the couch should be cleaned after Sheila and I had spent some time alone on it the previous weekend. Sheila told me later that while she was embarrassed by it, she also liked that it made her feel more grown-up.
Sheila cooked us dinner. Well, kind of. It was mac and cheese. Evidently this was all she knew how to cook because it was not the first time she had served this to me. But it was fun and we had a good time talking over the meal. There was some nervous energy, or maybe more just the excitement of what was to come. Neither of us seemed stressed, and there was no mention of why I was really there that night.
After eating, Sheila suggested we watch a movie. She put the tape into the player and we settled into the couch. We were both a little tentative at first, there was separation between us.
Eventually I slid over and put my arm around her, and that seemed to break the ice. She curled up to me, and we sat there in silence as we watched the movie.
A little over halfway through Sheila got up and walked down the hall to the bathroom. When she returned a few minutes later, she flipped off the remaining lights in the living room. She walked over to the couch and stopped and stood before me. For a long pause she did nothing. Then biting her lower lip, she pushed on my shoulder, as if telling me to lay back on the couch.
I did as instructed and reclined back on the couch, one leg up and the other foot still on the floor. Sheila came closer and brought one leg on to the couch so that she was now straddling me. She bent down, her face approaching mine, and for the first time in several weeks we kissed.
We laid like this for quite a while. Kissing, running fingers through each others hair, and me groping her ass through her jeans. It wasn't passionate, in a lot of ways those feelings had passed. At least the intensity had. But it was fun, and surprisingly comfortable. Just two friends sharing an intimate moment.
I was hesitant to push her too soon. I wanted to make sure this was on her terms. Eventually Sheila pushed herself up off of me, straddling me upright. She staid in that position for several seconds and stared at me as if contemplating something. Then she smiled, grabbed the bottom of her sweater and pulled it over her head.
I am sure I was smiling at this. She had great tits. Definitely above average in size, but they were firm and pert as if they were much smaller. She reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. She slowly unveiled her bare breasts as she lowered the bra from her shoulders, tossing it aside with the sweater.
I reached up to take those incredible tits in my hands. They were firm, but pliable, and were a noticeable weight in my hands.
Sheila smiled, her hands by her sides as I massaged her breasts. Periodically I would focus on her nipples, brown with small aerolae. As I rolled them between my thumbs and forefingers, her eyes would close and I could hear her breathing change.
At this point I could feel myself starting to get hard, and thought I could sense Sheila starting to grind against me. Was she ready to take it the next step?
"Do you want to continue this in the bedroom?" I asked, continuing to pinch her nipples.
