"Is the latte good here?"
"Oh yes, that's what I'm having."
"Great, be right back."
It had been a quiet afternoon, reading in the back corner of my favorite café near campus. It was always nice to read there because, despite the din, it was comfortable and spacious as opposed to my sparse, cramped grad student office. Besides, I would occasionally run into a friend or an acquaintance. Today, a former student of mine, Lisa, had seen me and come up to talk. She was a pretty, tall, Chinese girl whom I had always tried desperately not to let know how beautiful I found her.
"I'm not bothering you, am I?" she asked when she sat back down.
"Oh no, not at all. Just reading."
When she was my student I would spend entire discussion sessions telling myself not to stare at her breasts, which was difficult because she usually wore very revealing or tight shirts. She also wore tight skirts or jeans which showed off one of the best asses I'd ever seen.
"Jane Eyre? I thought you were a hotshot grad student."
"It's for the class I'm teaching this term. I haven't read it since I was in high school."
The guys in my section also noticed her beauty but were free of any professional binds from flirting with her. One lucky bastard would sit in back of her and play with her long black hair which went half way down her back. However, although she seemed to enjoy the attention, it appeared that none of her would-be suitors ever had much success. I never saw her walking around campus with the same guy twice.
"Must be a drag, having to teach."
"No, actually it's really a lot of fun."
"Well, you're pretty good at it. Timothy?"
"Oh - well, thanks."
The glimpses of her chest and ass were the images that had stuck with me over the last year, but I had forgotten how truly beautiful her face was. It was this thought which distracted me from all others.
"So, Lisa, what are you majoring in?" I managed to stammer out without giving away my thoughts.
"Oh, I haven't decided yet. Maybe art, maybe humanities, I don't know."
"Oh, I see," I sipped at my latte. Lisa looked sort of nervous.
"Is anything wrong?" I asked.
"No, no. Um, see, hmm. I'm glad you're here because I was actually looking for you."
"Looking of me?"
"Well, sort of. I mean, I know you hang out here a lot. See, my nineteenth birthday was last Monday."
"Wow, happy birthday, um, a little late."
"Thanks, but it's not that. Umm." She was becoming noticeably more nervous by the moment.
"Go on, Lisa."
"Well, I've never, uh, been... with a guy. You know?"
"Yes. Um. OK."
There was silence for a minute. I was trying to digest what was going on. How could this beautiful and attractive girl never have gone to bed to with a guy? Was she coming on to me? She obviously was, but it hadn't clicked in my mind yet. As hard as I tried not to, I let myself glance down at her chest. Her breasts weren't unusually large, probably a B cup, but they were beautiful and round and stood out on her lithe frame. Despite the partially zipped jacket she wore, you could see she was wearing one of those shirts that was cut low and straight across her chest, it's red fabric barely holding her breasts in check. She was breathing hard and they were straining the shirt. Her eyes caught my glance, and as I snapped my eyes back to hers, she smiled.
"You find me attractive?"
"I ... yes, very much so."
"I don't want to be a nineteen year old virgin."
For the first time in my career as an English grad student I was without words. Perhaps she mistook my surprise for hesitation, because as I stared at her, she seemed to have made a decision, glanced quickly around the room, and slowly unzipped her jacket. I now saw why she had kept her jacket zipped. What had looked like a shirt was merely a red sash wrapped tightly around her breasts, just barely covering them. She was not wearing a bra, and her hard nipples clearly showed against the red fabric.
"Will you, Timothy. Please?"
I couldn't believe how long it took me to response. "Yes."
"Are you busy at 7?"
"Tonight?!"
"Is that OK?"