I met Jenny in college, of course. Most people meet their spouses in college and I was no exception. I used to have lunch every day at The Cage, in the quad just outside the engineering building. It was communal seating, so I just plopped myself down on a bench and waited to see who would sit near me. Usually, it was one of my friends in the engineering department, but sometimes it was someone from "out there." "Out there" meant the north side of campus, where the art, music, and history majors were. We engineers tolerated the interlopers, but just barely.
One day, a very attractive girl sat right across from me. Blonde hair that curled in at the shoulders, fair skin that seemed to be without blemish, a slightly upturned nose, and dark eyes that held promise and mystery, at least to me. Oh, yeah, and a killer smile. Actually, it was the smile that struck me first. I smiled back at her as she sat down, looking at her quizzically. She noticed me staring but didn't say anything. I took a couple more bites of my hamburger, stabbed a french fry into my mouth, stared at her some more, then said "hmm."
She looked at me and said "hmm, what?"
I smiled. "I was just wondering," I said, "if you were an art, music, or history major. You seem to have an air of creativity about you. That probably means art, but I have read some history that's pretty creative, so I can't rule history out."
She frowned. "What makes you think I'm any of them?" she said.
"Pretty simple," I responded. "The only people who eat at The Cage are engineers and the north campus people. It's clear you're north campus, so it has to be art, music, or history." I was rather proud of my logic.
"And how do you know I'm not an engineer?" she asked, with just a hint of a grin.
I laughed. "That's obvious," I said. "There's no way a girl as pretty as you would ever lower herself to be an engineer. I'm guessing it's art. Am I right?"
She smiled that killer smile of hers and said, "Nope, not even close. Guess again."
"Music, then. Flutist?" I guessed.
"Nope," she said. "That's two down. Try again."
"Okay, I think I've narrowed it down, then," I said. "You just don't look like a history major to me, that's all."
"Well," she said, "you may want to reexamine your assumptions."
"What assumptions have I made?" I asked. I couldn't think of any, besides assuming she was from this planet. Oh, maybe she wasn't a student. Hmm, that could be.
"You have eliminated a major based on a faulty assumption," she said.
My eyes got a bit wider at that. "You're an engineering major? No way."
"Way," she said. She held out her hand to me and said, "Jenny."
"Sam," I said, shaking her hand with disbelief. "How come I haven't seen you around? I'm pretty sure I would have noticed you before."
She shrugged. "I just transferred. I'm a junior now, but I'm not taking the normal junior classes, since I have already taken them. There are some other classes I'm taking to make up in some areas. How about you? What year are you?"
"I'm a junior, too," I said.
We chatted over a brief lunch. I found out she started out at a community college to save money. She didn't say so directly, but it seemed like her family didn't have a lot to spare. She lives with her mother, for now, but wants to move into a dorm or maybe an apartment. She said she would probably do better in school if she were out on her own. I told her about my family, which is only me and my mother and father. I'm an only child following in his father's footsteps to be an engineer. She said she took to engineering naturally, even though no one in her family ever went to college. I asked about her classes and how she liked them, then she asked about mine. We complained about the professors and the amount of work, but figured it wouldn't last that much longer before we were gainfully employed and making the big bucks. We laughed at the absurdity of that.
We finished our meals about the same time and cleaned up our area, tossing the napkins and containers into the trash. I told her it was nice to meet her and said I hoped I'd see her again. She said she liked meeting me, too, and echoed my hope to meet again. With that, we went our separate ways.
It was another week or two before I bumped into her again. I saw her sitting alone, more or less, at The Cage, so I sat down next to her. "Howdy, stranger," I said with a smile.
She looked up from her book. "Sam!" she said. "Long time, no see."
"Yeah," I said, "I've been pretty stealthy with my stalking. You probably haven't noticed me once, have you?"
She laughed. "Nope, not even once. You're pretty good at it." She smiled and tilted her head. I really liked the way she looked. "How are your classes so far?"
I winced. "Thermo sucks, but mechanics is okay. And quantum electrodynamics is pretty cool, although not what I expected. How about you?"
"Material sciences is about the only one I like so far. The professor is pretty good. He used to work in the industry, so he gives us insight into how it'll be when we graduate. It sounds like fun, but it also sounds like it can be a real pressure cooker."
"How so?" I asked.
"He says you're always working to a deadline and you're never given enough time to do a good job," she said. "There's never enough time to do it right, but always enough time to do it over, according to him. And the hours can get pretty long, if there is a delivery due or maybe some sort of design review with the customer. All in all, it's not quite what I expected the field to be like, so his insight is pretty helpful."
"Yeah," I said, "I'm guessing it'll never be what we expect, so I don't bother expecting anything. I'll take what comes. And if I don't like it, I'll climb on my motorcycle and be a bum."
"You have a motorcycle?" she asked, raising her eyebrows just a bit.
"Yeah," I said, "it's how I get around. Parking around here sucks, so I just ride my motorcycle. It doesn't use much gas and I can park for free in those little lots they have. If I had a car, it would cost a fortune just for the parking permit." I lifted my chin in mock pride. "And I haven't had an accident...yet."
"Yet," she smiled. "Try to keep it that way." She paused a bit, tilted her head, then asked "Think I can have a ride sometime?"
I smiled. "I think that can be arranged."
So I took her for a ride. We didn't really go anywhere, just out into the hills, away from the campus and the houses around the school. She held onto me pretty tightly, clearly a bit nervous at first, but she mellowed out after a while and seemed to enjoy the ride. I enjoyed the feel of her arms wrapped around me. We stopped off at one of my favorite places.
"I like it here because you can look out for miles," I said. "When I get stressed, I come here to calm down. At night, you can see all the lights of the city. It's pretty, as long as the weather holds up."
She looked out at the view. "It
is
nice," she said. "I can see how this would be a good escape. I sure could use some calming right now."
I looked at her. She had a small frown on her face. "What's wrong?" I asked.
She turned to look at me. "Oh, nothing, really," she shrugged. "Just some family stuff." She left it at that.
As the school year progressed, we took more trips and I tried to find out more about her. She was willing to talk about her plans and her experiences, but she wouldn't say anything about her family. She mentioned her mother once or twice, but nothing about her father or any siblings she might have. I didn't push it, though; it was clear it was a sensitive subject for her. I'm guessing her father was no longer part of her family and it was painful for her, so I didn't bring the subject up after a while.
We continued to meet at The Cage and do some things after classes. We took in some movies, and a play or two, which was a lot of fun. Sometimes we'd grab some dinner and just chat about nothing in particular. Sometimes we'd grab some dinner and not say a word, just looking at each other. We didn't need to tell each other how close we felt; it was one of those obvious things you just didn't have to say. What purpose would words have when all you had to do was touch hands and feel the electricity?
During our senior year, we had several classes in common, so we spent more time together. A lot of it was studying, but some of it was getting to know each other better. I was sharing an apartment with another guy and she had a dorm room with two other girls. My friend was nice enough to make sure he was gone from time to time, just so Jenny and I could be alone. Actually, I think my roommate was having his own fun with his girlfriend. In any case, it worked out well for Jenny and me.
The first time I saw Jenny naked was in my bedroom. We had been kissing for a while and I was getting pretty hard. She noticed and rubbed my cock a little bit. "Are you sure that's what you want?" I asked. She bit her lip and nodded. I reached out to caress her face and kissed her. While our lips were locked, I moved one hand down to her ass and pulled her closer to me. Then I gently caressed a breast. I could feel her nipple poking out. Without a word, I pulled back and started unbuttoning her blouse. When I got down to the last button, I unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the ground. It gently slid down, give me a full view of her beautiful legs and cotton panties that were moist. I slid my hands up her sides and peeled off her blouse. Then I reached behind and unhooked her bra, letting it drop to the floor as well.
Her breasts were magnificent. Not too small and not too large, they were sensitive and just the right size to cup with my hands. My tongue circled her areolas and flicked at her nipples; the reward was moans of delight from Jenny. I reached down to her panties, rubbing the moist area with my hand. Then I reached inside her panties and ran my fingers over her wet slit, getting more moans as she leaned into me. I massaged her slit and clit some more, then kneeled down and pulled her panties to the floor. Then I stood up and looked at her.
What a vision she was. I didn't have a lot of experience with women, but I had seen plenty of pictures and knew that Jenny was prettier than anyone I had ever seen. Her tits were high and her bush was tightly trimmed. Her legs drew my stare to her pussy, already wet with desire.
"You have too many clothes on," she said, as she started taking my shirt off.
