She knew it as well as I, and everyone else on campus knew. She was absolutely beautiful and she wasn't ashamed to show off her "features." Hardly did anyone see her in anything less than a tight mini skirt that just barely covered her tight ass, showing off a great deal of her bronze-tanned legs. And it was more than common for her to have a tight, low-cut top that beautifully revealed the cleavage of her beautiful breasts (which we guessed were at least 34D) and hugged her trim, slim 26" waist. I would admire Laura's long blonde hair and green eyes from a distance in class while the professor rambled on and on about who knows what. She was the girl everyone wanted but could never get, but hell, I could dream, couldn't I?
I would imagine touching that sweet ass of hers and rubbing myself all over her body, tasting her lips, her luscious breasts, and her tight, sweet...
"Mr. Calvin," said a voice that brought me back to reality. My eyes split open and I stared at my professor standing next to me, in the back row, while there was no one else in the room.
"I hope I wasn't boring you with my lesson," he said.
"Sorry, sir," I said, letting an involuntary yawn.
"Well, that's another lesson you missed. I hope, though, that in the midst of your dreams, you caught the part about the test next month."
"Sure thing, sir," I replied.
"I don't know how you do it, Mr. Calvin," he said, sitting down next to me.
"Do what?" I asked.
"You could sleep through every class if you wanted and yet you're number one in the class. How do you do it? It doesn't seem humanly possible."
"Well, it's not that hard. All I need are a good five hours alone, my favorite CD's, a couple bottles of beer, and maybe a hooker or two," I replied with a smile. The professor chuckled, patted me on the back and got up.
"I'll get you one day," he said, "but getting to the point, Mr. Calvin. Do you know a Ms. Laura Elm?"
"Sure," I answered, thinking about Laura's beautiful face.
"Well, unlike you, she's having a bit of trouble and requested you to tutor her for a while. Here's her dorm room," he said handing me a piece of paper. "She's expecting you now, if you're not too sleepy, that is."
"No, I'll be there," I said, getting up and rushing to the door.
I quickly ran across campus and arrived at her dorm sweating just a bit and hung around outside a while, trying to regain my cool and not seem too desperate. I mean, who wouldn't want to be with the hottest girl ever, even if it is for tutoring?
After chatting with a couple people around, I headed inside and walked up to her room on the top floor. Knocking on the door, I had to wait but a few seconds when it opened.
"Hey, Steve," she said. Like any other time, she was wearing a tight black mini skirt and matching low-cut top, showing off enough to give me an incredible hard-on.
"Hey," I said as she showed the way in. The room was decorated very brightly, but I couldn't take more time to notice it as I was led to her room, which was decorated with at least a dozen full sized posters of random things. The next thing I noticed was that she used her floor as a hamper. Clothes were strewn all over, on the desks and chairs, floors, as well as the bed. Looking at her closet, I could see that, unlike her floor, it was neatly, but tightly packed with clothing. Damn, how could anyone have so much clothes?
"Sorry about the mess," she said. "I had no time to do laundry yet, so I guess they're stuck on the floor for at least another couple of days."
"It's alright," I said, looking for a place to sit.
"Take a seat right there," she said, pointing to chair covered in clothing. I walked cautiously over and sat down, removing the clothing as I sat.
"Hey, what do we have here..." I said, lifting up a pair of black, lacy panties that could have well been a thong in one hand and a short, red, lacy nightgown that was obviously a size or two too small in the other. My cock started to strain against the material of my jeans realizing that I was holding Laura's used lingerie a foot away from my face.
"Sorry about that," she said, blushing. "I didn't have time to clean up cuz the professor talked to me right after class, wanting to set me up with a tutor right away."
As she reached across to take her lingerie away from me, I could swear that I could detect the lingering smell of sex on them, but before I could be sure, she snatched them away.
"Holy shit!" she cried. I stared at her dumbfound but then I noticed what she was looking at. I stared down at my lap and saw for the first time at my erection. The bulge pressed hard against the fabric of the jeans, stretching it to the limit, sticking out like a sore thumb. I attempted to cover it up my quickly turning in the chair, as if reaching for a book, but she grabbed my arm as I was reaching out.
"You really are turned on aren't you?" she asked with a smile.
"I...uh...can explain," I stammered.
"What's to explain?" she asked. "I know what you want. You want me don't you?"
"Um...well, you see...uh..." I tried to explain, but her lip quieted me as she leaned forward and pressed them against mine. Her lips were like silk, soft and gentle. I felt her tongue brush against my lips and I welcomed it with my own. I stood up and held her close to me, feeling her tiny back and reaching downwards, gently touching her firm ass.
