It was late September early October and I was a first year college student. I was not your typical college student mind you. No I was 25 yrs old and it was rough, especially in my English class where most of the other students were fresh faced teenagers, we even had a couple of kids from High School. I dealt with it the best way I knew how; I sat in the front desk every Monday and Wednesday then left as soon as the period was over. I was completely shy and never lingered to chat with my classmates.
Half way through the quarter the instructor assigned a paper, the class moaned in displeasure all except for me. I never minded writing papers, though the next thing out of her mouth did make me moan. She wanted us to pair up to write a paper. I hated working with others because invariably I ended up doing all the work while the other fucked off. The instructor said she would choose our partners so that friends were not working with friends. My partner was a sweet looking 19 yr old who I believe on the first day introduced herself as Lily. She had longish brown hair, and sweet twinkling green eyes. I noticed her eyes because mine were also green. I thought things would go horribly because I was the class relic and chubbster and she was a sweet young, thin cute as a button type of girl.
Don’t get me wrong, I by no means think I’m hideous but I know I’m not a raving beauty. It seems like the beautiful people always flock to other beautiful people. So right off the bat I assumed that this pairing would be a mistake. I was totally wrong. Lily was an absolute sweetheart. The instructor told us for the rest of the hour to sit with our partner and discuss what we might want our subjects to be. Lily eagerly picked up her backpack and scrabbled over to the empty desk next to mine.
“Hi, I’m Lily” she said holding out her elegant hand tipped with cute sculpted French manicured nails. Her eyes twinkled and her lips held a simple sweet smile. I grabbed her hand and shook it in my small, short fingered, non-sculpted but painted nailed hand.
“Hi, I’m Sarah” I answered back with a smile. She seemed so sweet I just hoped it continued that way. She took out her notebook and pen and looked at me eagerly.
“So what should we write about?” I had no clue. I didn’t know if we had anything in common or even if there was something we could agree upon that would be interesting to write about. I shrugged, I hated that I was so shy. Even though I’m the older one I felt like a little kid sitting next to this exuberant, happy person.
“I got an idea.” She said “let’s see what we have in common, that way we have more of a chance picking a subject we both like, Right?” I nodded, wow could it be possible that finally out of 12 or more years of school I had gotten a partner that used their brain?
We talked for the rest of the time allotted us and discovered we had quite a bit in common. We both were majoring in psychology, we both had lost a couple loved ones, we both went to private High Schools, and we both loved Siamese cats. I was completely thrilled to find out all of these things. Before we knew it the period was up, and neither was ready to stop talking.
“Hey I have an idea.” Lily blurted as I reached for my backpack.
I looked at her with a shy smile. “Ok, what is it?”
“Well I don’t have to work this evening and I just wondered maybe if you have the time, you could come over to my place? We could talk, get things started with the paper, and I rented 2 movies that I need to watch.” She said with this sweet expectant smile on her face.
How could I possibly resist someone who looked so sweet, and acted the same? “Sure I’d love to come over; I don’t have much to do myself. When would you like me to come over?” I asked as we started walking out into the lobby.
“Now if you like, you could follow me home.”
“That works only umm, could you give me a ride since I don’t have the car today.” I asked laughing
Lily laughed as well and placed her delicate hand on mine. “Oh, that’s no problem. Well what do you say we get out of here?”
I nodded my head and we started for the Catwalk that would take us to the parking lot where Lily was parked three rows back. She owned a sporty Ford Escape in silver, with gorgeous grey leather interior. I admit to being quite impressed. As I got inside her vehicle I commented on how much I liked it. She beamed like a proud momma.
“Thank you so much, it’s brand new.”
On the car ride to her apartment I made a brief call to my boyfriend to let him know that I would be available on my cell. After that we chatted like we were old friends. We went through a local drive-thru that was close to her and picked up food. Twenty minutes after leaving the college parking lot we were pulling up in front of her brick fronted two bedroom condo. Both of us hopped out and entered the spacious entry way. Yet again I had to admit to being impressed. I knew that Lily was only 19 so I wondered how she could afford the expensive car, and spacious condo.
“Follow me Sarah and I’ll show you where we can set all this junk down.” She led me up plush carpeted stairs past her living room and into a large black and white kitchen. “Just set the food down on the table, and if you don’t mind I’m gonna go get more comfortable?”
I just nodded my head; I could understand her need to change as she was wearing a cute, short leather skirt and pencil thin heels. I set the food down and was searching the kitchen for plates and forks when she popped back in the kitchen wearing a tiny pair of pink silk boxer shorts and just as tiny pink tank top with a huge kiss across her breast. Never being shy of my sexuality I glanced over her perfect body. Her breasts where high and firm and very much real, she had a narrow waist, the lead down to an ample pair of hips, down to toned thighs, and firm calves. She was thin, fit, not that anorexic ill looking thin. I would say she weighed at least 155-160. To put it plainly she was beautiful. We sat down to eat our meals, chatting about anything and everything. We discovered we both had boyfriends obsessed with cars, so we had both been dragged to more than our fair share of boring car shows. I noticed that as we talked Lily was very casual about touching me. When she laughed she’d place her hand on mine, or when she was saying something serious she’d lay her hand on my shoulder or upper arm. This did not make me uncomfortable in any way, but I did notice that I was starting to feel things I had never felt before.
Once we were done with our dinners, she threw away the left over’s, took my hand and led me down the stairs. “Down here is where I like to be in my spare time.”
On the lower level of her place was a den of sorts, there was a big screen T.V, a nice sound system tucked in the corner, a computer and all its accoutrement’s tucked in another corner, a huge fluffy couch, and a comfy sink-in-me chair in two shades of purple. All in all I could understand why she liked spending her free time in this room. We both sat on the comfy couch, letting it embrace us as we watched the first of the movies she had rented. Through out the movie we had switched positions a couple of times. At one point she had taken my feet and placed them in her lap, where she proceeded to massage and caress my tired feet. It was pure heaven and I almost thought of stopping her since I had a huge foot fetish and I was quickly becoming aroused by her hands. She looked up at me and something told me she knew all to well that I was enjoying what she was doing to my feet in more ways than one way. She had a sly, seductive smile on her face as she ran the tip of her nail down the bottom of my foot. Looking directly into her eyes I moaned and curled my toes.
“Like that do ya?” she purred as she did the same to my other foot