Her name alone would be enough for most people who met her to remember her, but her physicality insured that they would. Her name was Marizona Ortiz which made her the only Marizona I'd ever met. At 6'2" tall she was taller than all of the other Hispanic female students on the college campus we both attended. She had a second tier model or actress' face with her olive colored skin, evenly spaced and sparkling brown eyes, the most perfectly symmetrical nose I'd ever seen, high cheek bones, and full lips. Her jet black hair was long when she wore it down, past her shoulder blades long; but she'd very seldom wore it down when we'd been in college. She had an athlete's grace when she moved from the many years of playing volleyball which she was good enough at to have earned her scholarship even though her father could easily have sent her to college.
She had long, well defined muscular arms and legs, that lean upper torso that seemed to flow from her neck to her slightly wider waist and the nicely rounded globes of ass. The only things not perfect on her were her breasts, which were orange sized and small oranges at that. I would discover that the size of her nipples and their sensitivity made up for her lack of mammary flesh.
I would love to say it was love at first sight for both of us, but I can't because it wasn't. The first time we'd met was during freshman orientation and after being introduced, I quickly forgot her. I was still hoping to make a long distance relationship work with my girlfriend back home that was a senior at our old high school and not interested in other girls.
Needless to say that relationship didn't last and was over by the end of the first half of freshman year and for the next two and a half years I concentrated on studying, improving my skills in the sport that had gotten me to college in the first place, and working whatever part-time job I could find to help cover the rest of my college education due to the fact that I only had a partial scholarship for those three years. It wasn't until my senior year when I received the full scholarship that I could experience the party side of college life and by then I was mature enough to know my limits and to walk away from any bad situations.
My advisor had told me the class was an easy A so I was sitting in the back in the fifth seat of a nine seat row thirty minutes before the class started and watched as it filled up with mostly athletes from other sports which included a couple of my teammates. I hadn't been a social butterfly and the two teammates weren't very happy with the fact I'd gotten the full ride that they hadn't so I found that the only two empty seats in the room were beside me after the room filled up. She breezed in the second of the two doors into the classroom as the instructor was closing the first.
The seat to my right was the closest to the door so she sat down in it, gave me a perfunctory smile, and ignored me the rest of the time. I was instantly smitten and sat through most of the class trying to figure out a way to get her to go out with me. When I heard all assignments had to be printed from a printer or typed and having noticed how fast her fingers had flown over the keyboard of her laptop as she took notes, a plan developed in my head. I lingered in my seat beside her when the class was over and touched her left arm lightly at the wrist to get her attention when I saw she was getting ready to leave.
"Hi, I don't know if you remember me or not Marizona, but I'm Joe Scott and I was wondering if you're free to join me for lunch in the cafeteria. I have a problem and I think you could help me. I'll pay you for your time and I'd be in your debt for the rest of the semester."
"Yes, I remember you, Joe, and please call me Mare instead of Marizona. Freshman orientation, right? You kind of blew me off back then so why should I help you now?"
"I'm sorry about that. I still had a girlfriend back home and thought she was the one so I ignored other girls. I'm not seeing anyone right now, not that that's why I want to talk to you. I mean...I mean...not that I wouldn't want to talk to you about that." I said to her as I felt my face getting hot and knew I was blushing.
"Oh, look. The big man is embarrassed." Mare said in what I took to be a sarcastic tone.
"Forget it. I'll find someone else to type my assignments for me." I told her as my embarrassment turned to anger.
I pushed the chair and desk in front of me up and to the side to make a path for me to get around her. I stopped when she took ahold of my right arm.
"I'm sorry, Joe. I was teasing you. I didn't mean to make you mad. I'll buy you lunch to make it up to you."
"All my meals are already paid for, aren't yours?"
"Yes, they are that's why I can afford your lunch. Talk about a cheap date." Mare said again using the tone she'd used earlier and I thought I heard the tease in it that time.
We ate lunch together and I explained to her why I needed her help. I hadn't learned to type and I was willing to pay her to type all of my assignments when I was finished with them. She found it hard to believe that a college student who'd grown up in the computer age didn't know how to type. I finally got her to understand that I was an outdoor person who hadn't even had a computer until I'd seen it was a requirement for college.
We came to an agreement on how much I was going to pay her for each assignment and a schedule for when she needed the assignment and when I needed it back to check it for mistakes. I didn't get a chance to ask her out on a date because Stephanie, one of her sorority sisters saw us and came over to the table we were at.
"Slumming, Mare?" Stephanie asked with a look of distaste.
"No, Joe asked me to help him with a problem and I agreed; besides he seems to be a nice guy." Mare answered her friend who I had already taken an instant disliking to.
"Are you done helping him with his problem? The first big party of the semester at the frat house is Saturday and I need you to help me and the other girls with the decorations."
"Yes, we're done. I'll see you Wednesday in class, Joe."
I watched as they walked away admiring Mare's ass as it bounced from side to side as she walked. I had to sit at the table until my erection had shrunk back down before I could leave. After my only class of the afternoon was over, I went to the athletic center for my off-season training routine then went to my off campus apartment to study. I worked on that week's assignment so it would be ready to give to Mare on Wednesday.
I was surprised by the call I got in the early evening of that Wednesday.
"Hello, this is Joe."
