I'm a science and tech nerd, or I was back in the 80's. I married Wendy right out of uni. Intellectually we were compatible, but physically, she was way out of my league.
Red hair, extroverted and brilliant. She exuded sexuality with her freckly face above a nice rack that was so firm that she never had to wear a bra. We had been flirting all term in our biochem class; but never hooked up until....
We were sitting in lab on those high stools they had. I glance over to her, and she looked down. I looked down. As I did she spread her legs to reveal....her bare pussy! It was so pink and her clit was so hard it looked like a thumb. I glance up to see her smiling, then I glance around to see a couple of other guys looking-along with a couple of the girls. But, when I looked up, she was oblivious to everyone else and looking smokingly only at me.
Then she closed her legs and went back to the lab with her partner, another girl who had noticed nothing.
As I left I walked behind a couple of the guys who had seen her whispering loudly to each other.
"Fuck, did you SEE that??"
"Yeah, God damn, Wendy's gotta be the hottest girl on campus!"
"Is she seeing anyone?"
"Nah, not right now".
Then we turned a corner and there she was, leaning against the wall.
"Hey Chris...." She said huskily. "I could really use some help with the chem assignment, can you come over this evening?"
I laughed, "How could I not?"
"What do you mean?" she asked.
Then we both laughed.
I walked over to her house that she was renting with a couple of other girls who rowed for the university crew team. I knocked. "It's open...." I turned the knob and went in.
The door opened right into the living room, which was very dimly lit. I smelled incense. Then I saw her on the couch with the chem book in her lap. All that I could see that she had on was an oversized t-shirt. A candle burned on a small table next to the couch, and the light from the kitchen was doing it's best to illumine the room just a bit.
I sat down next to her. "Where are your roomies at?"
"The gym lifting. My God, they are fanatics, they go every night...". She said.
"Well, they were the champs last year, I guess it takes some dedication." I offered
"Yeah, it takes something all right..." she mused.
"So, you working on anything in particular?" I querried.
"Yeah," She said, and opened the book to show me. Folded in her book was one of those tiny bottles of vodka. After that, I noticed that the book wasn't even open to the section we were working on.
She only had one arm in a shirt sleeve. The whole thing must be held up by her perky rack. As I set down beside her I noticed that her nipples were extremely hard and protruding. I had never seen them hard before. They were magnificent.
"You want some, I find it helps me relax and absorb things better." She said, handing me the small bottle that was 1/4 empty.
"I don't drink...". I started
"Fucking what???? Everybody DRINKS, Chris...." She started incredulously.
"Not me, Wendy." I tried.
"Never??" she prodded.
"Well, I did at my cousin's wedding once-it wasn't pretty...." I admitted, somewhat embarrassed.
She opened the bottle and took a hit. "Well, I'm not going to drink alone-that's just desperate and pathetic. You just haaaave to help me..." she said, offering me the bottle.
I took it. "okay, well, you've been warned, it's not going to be pretty...".
"Well, then, let's get ugly together...." She said conspiratorically.
I took a hit. My throat burned; my stomach rebelled; but then a warmth coursed through me.
"Sooooooooo....what kind of drunk are you? Sloppy, depressed, angry?" she started in.
I don't know, really, it was only once. I honestly don't remember much." I evaded. "Hmmmmmmm....well, we'll just have to make your second time memorable then." She said with a conviction that I should have wondered at.
She got up and punched the button on the cassette recorder. I wasn't much into music, so I had no idea who was singing-but she was good.
"Nina Simone." Wendy said, as if reading my mind.
"She's good..." I commented.
"She's the Queen...." Wendy corrected dreamily. She sat back on the couch next to me, took the bottle, and another hit.
She passed the bottle to me and I did the same. Then, nonchalantly, she gabbed a pack of smokes that had gone unnoticed on the side table and used the candle to light up.
"You smoke?" I questioned, surprised.