New day and a new college. I get settled into my seat, pull out my laptop, notepad, and pencil out. What can I say, I still like to write by hand at times or doodle if I can't focus.
I start playing with my hair and chewing on my pencil. I know, bad habits. I shift anxiously in my seat as the other students filter in, I watch them out of the corner of my eye.
Then I see her, my breath catches and I drop my pencil and it rolls right in front of her. She bends over to pick it up giving me a view down her shirt, I try not to look, but can't help it. She stands back up and I can feel the blush warming my cheeks.
"Here, I think you dropped this. My name is Samantha but I go by Sam," she introduces herself. "Haven't seen you around here."
I sputter trying to gather a response. "I.. I... just transferred here. Uh.. uh... I am... uh... Jasmine."
She smiles, pondering it appears, and I blush more.
"Oh god, what's happening to me," I think silently, biting my lip.
"Jasmine, I like that," she declares, "see you around." Then she winks at me, at least I think she does, as my imagination starts running wild.
I can't pay attention during class, I keep seeing her in my mind, stealing glances at her. I sketch her on my notepad, trying to capture the depth of her twilight blue eyes. The gentle waves in her auburn hair and how the red in it catches the light.
All I hear is the professor dismiss us, I shovel everything in my bag and rush to the ladies room as quickly as possible. Locking the stall quickly, I hike up my skirt and start rubbing my already wet pussy, fast and quickly needing to orgasm, picturing her in my head. Before I realize I am moaning and squirting, having lost myself in my need.
I clean myself up, hoping no one came in. I leave the stall and find the restroom blissfully empty. Washing my hands as the door swings open and she slips in, smiling at me.
She comes up behind me and while sliding something in my hand, whispers in my ear "7PM and don't be late beautiful."
She steps into a stall quickly. I am frozen for a moment then I walk out unfolding the paper with an address. I rush to my dorm as it is already four and I want to clean up and she said to not be late.
Checking myself in the mirror one more time, my black off the shoulder top and skirt, short and provocative, my straight blonde hair sweeping my bare shoulders, red lipstick applied flawlessly.
At promptly 7:00 PM, I walk up to the door, about to knock, she opens it, her eyes obviously roaming over my body from head to toe, then glances back up into my green eyes and smiles, saying hello and ushering me inside.
"You look amazing," she says, her voice a bit husky, as she leans into me causing me to back into the door. Tilting her head, her mouth close to my ear she whispers, "and smell delicious. Your name suits you well" nipping gently at my earlobe, causing a startled and aroused gasp to erupt, my pussy almost drips.
She pulls away suddenly and I feel her absence, she sees the frown. "Don't worry Jasmine, we are just starting."
She shows me around the downstairs, the last room she brings me to is the dining room where she has a delicious meal and wine waiting. We eat and laugh while we get to know each other. Sitting close to each other, hands on knees, laughing, smiling.
