The week before Eva came to visit me on campus flew by as I had papers to write and even a couple of exams, leaving me little time to anticipated our coming (literally) visit. Friday arrived right on time, after I had completed most of my assignments. I now had a couple of days of freedom and they were going to be well appreciated.
My last class finished at 3:30 and I had arranged to meet Eva at the pub in the Student Union Building (SUB). We had to meet outside so I could sign her in as a guest so I waited inside the lobby just watching the traffic passing me by. Because of the approaching weekend, there were a lot of people wandering around campus, and the SUB. I just sat back and enjoyed the view.
There went Elise, a petite little redhead from my Political Science class. She sat right behind me and I was always finding a reason to turn around to talk to her or frankly, any reason I could think to use. She consistently wore short skirts and once I'd even had the benefit of a beaver shot (white panties and all). To say I had a crush on her would be right on the money, but I knew she was dating an older guy and I would never have a shot... but I could be friendly, couldn't I?
Half the basketball team idled by wearing their practice gear — on the way to the gym naturally. What is it about really tall guys that makes them look like freaks of nature? (Don't answer that: they're disproportionally tall. Duh!)
I was starting to wonder about Eva ditching me for some reason. She was already 40 minutes late and I was become anxious. Could she possibly have missed this? Or was she standing me up?
And there she was.
She walked right over to me and I stood to greet her. She leaned in and gave me a soft little peck on the cheek and shook my hand. "What's up, Eva?"
"You don't want me to slobber all over you right here? And make your pants stretch out as I know they will, do you?"
That made a lot of sense, especially in this crowed lobby. I did take her hand, however, and led her down the stairs towards the student pub. It was already quite busy with the late Friday afternoon crowd. A lot of students were fond of starting their weekends with a buzz on from the SUB, then going out to party all weekend. I admit to having done it a couple of times, but I was much too serious about my studies to do it often.
We found a table off to one side, near a pillar so there was not as much traffic going past us. We both ordered beers, but Eva added a whiskey chaser. This would be a fun date, I figured.
We got to talking about our weeks and what was going on around us. She told me that Ray had gone back East to host a reunion party for his teammates. She had all weekend, it turned out, not that Ray would have minded in any case. That was good news for me, too.
For the first time, Eva also told me about her own family. She had married quite early and had a daughter, Estelle, before she was twenty. In turn, Estelle had given birth to a granddaughter before her own twentieth birthday. Eva had a granddaughter? That was news.
"Kati is 17 right now; she's a whip-smart, delightful young woman — I think you'd like her."
I was not about to get involved with an underage girl no matter how hot her grandma was. I threw out a non-committal, "I'm sure she's very nice."
"She will be visiting us in a few weeks because she's thinking of moving here to start school at the university. It seems that her mom is having more problems than she can deal with... prescription drugs, actually."
I cared about Eva, and by extension, her family, so I was concerned about Estelle's problem. Eva reassured me that things were under control, but that the family had agreed it would help to move Kati out of that environment for a year until her mom cleaned up.
"That's so good of you and Ray, taking on a kid at this time in your lives."
"We love Kati, and I am betting that you will, too." She took a photo out of her purse to show me (always the grandma, eh?)
"That's no kid."
"Told you she would catch your eye.. .but she is 17 so hands off, buddy."
"No problem, but I can look, right?"
"I fully expect you to look, and to appreciate as I we're going to ask you to help her around campus, making her comfortable and introducing her around to new friends."
Except that I did not see a payoff like the summer trip with my aunt, it felt a lot like the same thing. I had just been recruited to 'look after someone' and be a good guy.
Eva smiled when she told me I would be fine, and that Kati was fun to be with. "She is going into second year with a math major."
"At 17? Already doing second year? Wow."
"She is so bright it often leaves me speechless, but she is fun. A great kid."
We had a couple more beers, two shooters this time, and I started asking Eva what she wanted to do this weekend, tonight in particular.
"I have tonight sorta planned, Paul. I hope you don't mind I made some arrangements."
"Uhhh, okay. Sure. What sort of arrangements?"
"You will see, but dinner is looked after, too."
I wondered what Eva had in mind. My experience with this woman gave me no concern about tonight, but I was certainly curious. She got up and excused herself to the 'little girl's room' and walked away, leaving me to enjoy her walk.
Eva was again wearing heels, but there were hardly the six-inch stilettos I had first seen her wearing. These were shorter-heeled pumps, bright green in colour, and even though lower than I had seen, they did marvelous things to her legs and butt. I watched her walk away, ass swinging slightly, legs firm and tight. Yes, anyone could guess that she was a dancer.
Though Eva's legs were so great to look at, the outfit she wore was rather conservative in my experience. The skirt was only just above her knees, though the stockings were luxurious and showed off her calves particularly well. I noticed that there were at least ten pairs of eyes watching Eva walking away (including a couple of women, I saw). Apparently we all had great taste. 'But she's coming back to me, boys,' I thought to myself.
When Eva came walking back, I got to watch her from the front, her best side in my opinion, even with that great ass and long legs. Eva is a black woman with smooth, clear skin a shade darker than milk chocolate. With her conservative skirt came a kind of half-jacket that just sat on her shoulders, button-free. Under that she wore a pure white silk blouse buttoned right to the collar. It had subdued stitched embroidery along the collar and down the front. That she had a very generous chest was not so obvious in this outfit, but I knew. I knew that chest very well, and I was looking forward to a better look soon.
Sitting back down I mentioned that quite a few of us had watched her saunter to and from the ladies' room.
"I know that. You don't think this is my first time walking through a crowd of horny young people, I hope?" She smiled to let me know she was teasing, and that I should appreciate how hot she knew herself to be. "It turns me on to know others appreciate what I have."
I just smiled knowingly. And understanding that she was doing it for both of us.
"How much does that turn you on?" I asked.
"My pussy right now has soaked my panties through and I can almost smell it right here."
Sitting beside me, she took my hand and casually pulled it under the table. I wasn't sure no one could see, but what the hell? She led my hand beneath her skirt and let me find my own way from there. I caressed her firm thigh with my palm, sliding it up further towards my goal. But very slowly. When I got there, I could feel the fabric of her panties and they were drenched. I could even feel her pussy lips pressed against the fabric.
Eva's response was first to inhale suddenly, just as I hit her clitoris with my index finger. Then she reached under the table and pulled my hand away. "There'll be more of that later, young man."
Then she took my hand and licked her pussy juices off my fingers. How she did it was pretty sneaky and I am sure no one saw it happen. But then, one of my professors walked up to our table. She taught my philosophy class and though she was about the same age as Eva, she had none of the looks or fitness my lover did.
"Paul, I thought you would be working on your mid-term paper this weekend, but here you are at the bar with..."
I was completely unready for this encounter and had nothing to offer, but before I could make me look stupid, Eva stepped in to save the day.
"I'm Iris Walters, I teach dance in the Phys-Ed department. And you are?"
They got introductions out of the way and Eva went so far as to suggest that I was one of her more successful pupils and that I might be dancing lead in an upcoming production.
"You have a lot of talents, Paul," said my professor.
"You certainly do, Paul," added Eva, smiling way more than I thought safe for the circumstances.
We had had enough of the busy pub and for my part, I had no desire to try to explain the older black goddess at my table, nor to share her with the letches at the bar. It was time to walk to my residence. On our way, Eva stopped at her car and picked up, of all things, a picnic basket.
To my quizzical look she said, "I told you I was going to look after dinner, didn't I?"
Knowing how many eyes were on campus, all of whom seemed connected by the same gossip hotline (this was way before Facebook and texting, folks) we walked as if we were professor and student. That made things easy to explain and would catch no one's eyes — I just didn't need that amount of campus talk. Then we got to my residence block; it was now harder to explain this woman's presence. Then again, she was dressed as a professional so might well just be visiting campus.
I lived on the third floor and however I manoeuvred to get Eva going up ahead of me (figure it out) she wouldn't hear of it. "No, you show me where we're going. Besides, it's more casual if I am following."
I led her up the stairs all the way to my floor, then down the hall to my room — corner room, slightly larger and two windows!
I let Eva in and followed right behind her, and I mean RIGHT behind her — I was that close. I went to embrace her as the door closed, but she pushed me back gently and said, "there's plenty of time for that, stud."
I had to agree. Besides, with Eva, the anticipation was as exciting as the practice.
"Why wouldn't you let me follow you up the stairs, Eva? You know how much I love the look of your legs and ass."