The following Saturday I got a text from Josephine at 8:00pm. We had only seen each other once that week, a lunch on Wednesday and no sex. I had to entertain clients on Friday night and she had told me she was occupied with a study group on Saturday, so we made plans to see each other for Sunday brunch before she had to return to her sorority house for chores.
So when Saturday evening rolled around and I was alone listening to vinyls, I was surprised to hear from her.
'Hey would you be willing to help me with something?' she texted.
'Probably!' I replied. She sent me back an emoticon with its eyes closed and tears shooting out of the sides.
'I need help with a piece of furniture in my dorm,' she wrote. I raised my eyebrows. I had never visited Josephine on campus before.
'Don't you think I'll look suspicious in a dormitory of freshmen college students?' I asked.
'Yes you will,' Josephine wrote back moments later, as if prepared for the concern, 'I think I can make it worth your while though...'
'Alright, alright,' I replied, 'Do I need to bring any tools?'
'Just your muscles.'
Ten minutes later I was in my car and plugging Josephine's dorm address into my phone. My mood was that of a man who was really looking forward to finishing one to two more records and falling asleep, and was then suddenly asked to visit Ikea. At least Josephine was fun to look at and it seemed that at least a little entertainment might be in store for me. Though how I was going to give, receive, or take any sexual favors with her roommate present or a floor full of students around was a mystery.
Twenty minutes of thinking about Josephine, while finishing the vinyl I had interrupted on the far less satisfying bluetooth connection to my car, and I was on campus. Walking from the parking lot toward the dorm I encountered a pick up frisbee game in the dark, a handful of alternative-looking coeds on their phones on the steps up to Josephine's dorm, and a few tipsy 19-year-old boys on the prowl.
When I entered her dorm hall a very cute redhead girl sat behind a welcome desk reading "Introduction to Art History." Her nametag read 'Mindy.' She was wearing a green t-shirt and dark blue jeans, it was clear to all who saw her that she had no bra beneath her shirt despite the rapidly cooling fall weather. Her nipples were sticking through the thin material unrestrained. What I noticed most about her though was that she had trimmed her dark red hair into a bouncy pixie cut and her skin was absolutely porcelain, most noticeably on her high cheekbones.
Mindy's entire facial package was rounded out by an elfin, pointed nose and pale white lipgloss. When she looked up at me, something about her eyeliner and the glimmer in her crisp, green eyes told me she was a real treat in the bedroom. Her lips looked like they really knew their way around.
I was very satisfied with my arrangement with Josephine. But the caveman in me wanted to wrap my hands through Mindy's pixie cut and choke her on my cock.
"Good evening," Mindy said, "Who are you here to see?"
Before I could answer, Josephine stepped through the locked door into the dorm lobby.
"Hi, Daddy!" Josephine exclaimed, wrapping her arm through mine and leading me back into the dorm hall. "He's with me, Mindy." As Josephine led me away I absentmindedly turned back to look at Mindy, perhaps to see if she needed anything. To my surprise I caught her eyeing me up and down after (incorrectly) determining I was Josephine's father.
I turned my attention to the task at hand and followed my sugar baby down the hall and into an elevator. Once the doors of the elevator were closed, Josephine took me completely off-guard by turning into me, wrapping her arms around my neck, and passionately kissing me as we rode up to floor twelve.
It wasn't until Josephine pressed her lean, young body against me that I appreciated what she was wearing: tiny grey cotton shorts that exposed her tan, toned legs, a pair of brown UGG boots, and an oversized blue hoodie in her college's livery. She looked like the cliché of a freshman college girl. Her makeup was lightly applied and her hair was entirely contained in a messy bun.
I ran my hands down the back of her hoodie and pulled the material up so my hands could explore her lower back. By the time I made my way up to her shoulder blades to discover she was braless, the elevator door opened and she led me out into her dorm hallway.
Following Josephine closely to observe her cute little ass twitch was a treat. Her shorts appeared to be simply grey sweatpants that had been hemmed so high up her thigh they could almost be lingerie. I was suddenly reminded of why I would drop my quiet evening to help her with furniture at a moment's notice.
She led me past a dozen or so doors, we only encountered a headphone-wearing freshman boy on our way. He tried to conceal that he checked Josephine out via a sideways glance but I, a far more seasoned hunter than the freshman, caught the subtle act. It was no surprise to me that Josephine had captured, or would capture, the attention of any straight man she encountered.
Once we were inside her dorm room, Josephine again rounded on me and kissed me. I was pressed up against her door with a thud and broke our kissing only to check the room for her roommate.
"Are you alone tonight?" I asked. Josephine stepped back, coming off her tiptoes as was required for her to kiss me if she was unaided by heels.
"I am!" she said, "My roommate went back to her parent's house for the night."
"Ah!" I said, "So what do you need help with?" Josephine's eyebrows went up and she spun on one foot to guide me further into her dorm room. At a glance it was pretty much the same as what I experienced in college: cinderblock walls painted white, two twin beds, two desks. A chair, TV, and grimy area rug were scattered about, with a mini fridge in the corner. Unlike the days of old they had their own small bathroom instead of a communal, coed facility on the floor.
"I need help with my bed," Josephine said, standing next to her neatly made, prison-sized mattress. I scoffed at her slightly.
