The first time I saw her I felt a strange thrill that I could not understand, along with a desire to be around her as much as I could. We were at the Student Union building, in a large, circular booth, just hanging out between classes. The booth was growing more crowded for a while but by the time the next period started it began to thin out. I skipped a class because I could not bring myself to leave while she was there. I don't know why I was so fascinated by her unless it was her vivacious smile and her compelling eagerness to participate in, and experience everything. Her exuberant interests completely overwhelmed me and when she spoke directly to me, I felt very privileged to be even a silent recipient of her wonderfully animated conversation. Her voice, while not saying anything sexual, was so sensual that my pussy became moist just at the sounds of her words.
Her name was Annie and her eyes were cornflower blue and so lovely I could stare into them forever. Her smile was enigmatic, as though she somehow knew how she affected me and was full of understanding and reassurance. When she asked me my name, I was made temporarily speechless by her unexpected personal attention.
"Well, let me put it another way. What did your mother and father call you when you were a little girl?" She was playing to the crowd, drawing a lot of guffaws and giggles at my expense. But it was my fault for being tongue tied in the first place.
Finally, I was able to murmur, "Darlene."
She merely stared at me, apologizing with her eyes. She threw her shoulders back, causing her magnificent tits to thrust out to meet my avid gaze. Her liquid eyes noticed where my eyes were riveted and her knowing, reassuring smile made me turn all gushy inside. "Well, I guess no one has ever accused you of trying to dominate the conversation."
I gulped a huge breath of air, expanded my lungs and managed to speak, or more precisely, squeak, "I'm only a freshman."
"You're only a freshman, Darlene?" The way she spoke my name was so different than anyone else had ever said it. Her velvet voice caressed each syllable and made it sound like such a beautiful name that I was filled with pride.
"Yes, are you?" I asked, then unthinkingly added, "Annie?", just because I wanted to say her name.
"Yes, I am Annie, at least that's what my parents called me at home." She asked, poking gentle fun at me and drawing another round of giggles from the thinning crowd.
"No, I know you're Annie, I meant, are you a freshman, too?"
"I'm a junior but it seems like I've been trapped in these halls most of my life. I can't even remember being in high school, it seems so long ago." When the girl next to me left, probably to go to class, of all things; only we two remained at our booth. Annie stood up and came around the table to sit beside me next to the wall. I nearly forgot to breathe and would have, if not for the irrepressible desire to inhale the tantalizing fragrance of her perfume.
She caught my eye, paralyzed me with her arrogant, confident stare, then looked down at her lap, directing my eyes to follow. Her skirt had ridden up, high on her gorgeous thighs and I was transfixed by her beautiful legs which no one but me could see. "I have on the most adorable panties. I know you'd love to see them."
I pushed my napkin to the edge of the table and let it fall to the floor as she grasped the hem of her skirt and raised it to her flat stomach. When I bent down to retrieve my napkin, my face was only inches from her beautifully rounded thigh. Her legs spread more and I was gazing directly at her white silk panties. The crotch was heavily reinforced but her pussy lips were so puffy I could see a shadowy suggestion of her slit. The panel across her abdomen was sheer, transparent lace and I could see tufts of her pussy hair flattened behind it.
"I don't know about you but I've just missed my last class of the day," she announced as she touched my shoulder, indicating for me to sit back up, "and it's all your fault for staying here and listening so rapturously to my stories. I think I may have discovered the world's greatest listener. I don't want to lose you so do you want to come over and get better acquainted? I bought this cute little guitar and I'll show you the chords I've learned so far."
Of course I was eager to go with her. As we entered her dorm room, she told me, "My roommate went home for the week-end but at least she had a reason to cut classes today. I really intended to go to class but I don't think I've ever made it on a Friday."
I, who had cut the very first class of my college career today, laughed at the absurdity of never attending classes on Friday. "Then how did you pass your classes?"
