I was walking across campus last night when I ran into an old friend I hadn't seen since sophomore year. It being my senior year, I was surprised to see him.
Kenneth is a wonderful man with golden hair and sparkling blue eyes. When he saw me, I could tell he knew me but wasn't quit sure who I was. After all it had been three years.
We had met in a Statistics class and he was my savior. Even though I'm a logical person, stats still eat my breakfast. But he seems to know them naturally. He told me, "Just don't make it hard by thinking too much. Just do it."
I would have failed the class if it weren't for his support and encouragement. And the sex we had after class was a big boost to my ego, as well, because he was sought after by most of the females in the class.
That semester passed and we lost track of one another; each having different agendas and schedules. I'd see him occasionally, but there was always a blond or red head attached to his arm. So I just smiled and went on my way.
I had my following too; a few really cool guys followed my scent across campus and often even took me out for a movie and a night of fun. But as I never forgot Kenneth; there was something special about him.
That was three years ago. I thought he had graduated, but as we talked he told me he had become addicted to learning so he came back almost every semester to rack up a few more credits in courses that interested him.
"Say, you want to join me for lunch, I'll buy!" he asked and surprised me. Stunned, I agreed to eat with him but demanded that I pay for my half.
"As you please," he smiled devilishly.
We went to a small restaurant off campus that was dim and the food was great and fairly reasonable since a lot of college kids came here for lunch and sometimes dinner too.
I ordered prime rib, one of my favorite dishes with steamed broccoli and a baked potato. Kenneth ordered a rack of lamb. I wanted to take back my choice but when it came, he shred some of his lamb with me and I gave him a few bites of my steak.
We talked and shared old experiences I had forgotten and he had also lost track of some. It was a great time and when we left, I asked if he would like to come over to my place for a while.
I sort of have some studying to do, but I'd love a rain check," he begged.
"Surely, anytime; I'm still in the same place and here's my number just in case you misplaced it or tossed it because you just wanted to avoid me for the rest of you natural life" I teased.
"Actually I've been thinking of you a lot lately. The bubbleheads I've been seeing lately have no clue about life. I'm so glad that I ran into you today! I'll be giving you a call after this test, promise!"
He walked me to my car and kissed me gently on the lips. The smell of his manly cologne made my nipples hard. I always loved his scent.
It was three days before he called; I was in the tub when the phone rang and ran to it dripping water on the floor and nearly falling on my face.
"Hello?"
With a breath he said "Hey Taelor! It's Kenneth, are you busy?"
"Well, I was in the shower. But I'm not now!" I giggled.
"Need someone to wash your back?" he teased.
"Sure come on over, I love to share my hot water!"
"Seriously though, I'd love your company for dinner. Maybe a movie or dancing afterwards? What do you say?"
He was always such a charmer and I really did want to get to know him again. "Give me twenty-five more minutes and I'll be waiting at the door!"
"See you then" whispered and threw me a kiss through the line.
I quickly dried my dripping hair and my body. I was really excited. I sat on the side of the bed and masturbated to release the energy that was welling up in me. When I finely came, my body shook with an amazing release.
My juices flowed onto the spread and my nipples were hard. I wished he was there to fuck me to a calm.
Finally, I rolled off my now wet bed and wandered into the closet looking for anything that might lure his prick into my hungry orifice. It had been months since I was with any man.
I found a dark green, light, soft, sleeveless taffeta dress. I slipped it over my head and it felt a bit rough but it soon softened. I debated about underwear and finally decided on a thong. It felt funny; it had been so long since I was concerned with sexy underwear. I spritzed some Curve between my breasts and just beneath my navel. Brushed my teeth and hair then sat in a chair and masturbated to take the edge off my excitement.
The doorbell rang; I ran to the bathroom and quickly washed my smell off my fingers and pushed my tits up just a little, put on a genuine smile and opened the door.
He was as beautiful as ever. I didn't want to go anywhere except to my bedroom; but he had asked me out and I was willing to spend a few hours in public with a chance of coming back here afterwards for a nightcap.
We went to the Top of the Mart, which is a restaurant on the very top of the Trade Center. It is in constant motion and if you get out of you chair to go to the bathroom, you had better take breadcrumbs to find your way back to your table.
Tonight was his treat, so I ordered the rack of lamb; he ordered Champagne and offered up a toast. "To a woman that has never left my thoughts or my heart!"
It was all I could do to keep the tears from spilling from my eyes and leaving tracks in my makeup.
"You look surprised," Kenneth smiled. "You've always lived in my heart since I first met you all of those years ago. I know when I pulled away that I hurt you, but you were always with me. When we collided the other day, I nearly came all over myself when I looked into your eyes!" he smiled.