Following the usual morning spanking and a leisurely breakfast at the hotel, Amber and I drove another ninety minutes further away from home to visit the second college on our weekend tour. Not surprisingly, she slept most of the way, awakening only when we were a few minutes away from the college.
What Amber and I had both enjoyed from our previous visits here was the lake. The college itself was essentially built around the lake, and the water drew plenty of birds to its shores and its small waves. The dorms were erected in a ring around the lake, with most of the academic buildings to the east side of the lake and most of the support locations, such as the sports fields and the main dining hall, were located west of the lake. The massive number of trees provided plenty of greenery in the spring and summer, but once fall arrived, the trees would essentially be ablaze with multiple colors.
This time, I went to the campus bookstore while Amber took a tour of the campus once again. It was nice to see so many beautiful young women, many of them wearing snug-fitting shirts or shorts bearing the college name and/or mascot, but it also reminded me that, while my precious Amber could soon be wearing similar clothing, she would primarily be wearing it here for the better part of four years.
Meandering away from the bookstore, I found a small coffee shop, and when I emerged with my mint mocha, her tour happened to pass by, and I knew from previous experience that the tour was about to end. I joined Amber, sharing the caffeine with her, and the tour guide, just as had happened at the previous college, kept looking strangely from me to Amber and back to me. To his credit, he did not challenge us after the tour, but as the small crowd of prospective students and their families dispersed, he did give us one last look, a quizzical expression prominently displaying his uncertainty about how I was related to Amber.
We walked on our own, eventually stepping inside one of the academic buildings. A lecture hall was open, with no one inside, and we entered to admire the artwork upon the ornate walls.
Amber sat, and I soon joined her. She leaned into me, and I wrapped an arm around her shoulders. It was a nice, quiet moment for us both, a time to simply relax and become attuned to this campus once again. We had one more college to visit that day, but even if we missed the last tour there, we knew that college just as well as the others, so it would not be disconcerting to either of us.
Without a word, Amber took my hand and placed it on the inside of her thigh, just underneath the hem of her miniskirt. We looked at each other -- I look at her questioningly, and she looked at me approvingly. It was clear what she wanted, although I was a little uncertain about whether I should give it to her, but I also wanted to give it to her, to hold her close and tease her in this semi-strange place, to do something which I had never dared to do when I had been a college student.
In a place of higher learning, I was learning how Amber would react to being touched essentially in public. Although no one was around, there was the chance that someone may pass by the lecture hall and peek inside to see us, and with our backs toward the entry doors, we likely would never know that we were being watched.