By morning break the next day at Varsity, I had my next appointment,
And first really gorgeous girl. Jen was a snooty tall blonde in who arrived at Greentree University at the same year I did, but wasn't in any of my classes. I had seen her across the hall and been warned away by somebody or other who I was with at the time. She dated 25YO Mike Granger, a senior on the wrestling team, and the rumors were that she was somewhat of a wrestler herself.
"Hi, you must be Sam, the new kid. My name is Jennifer. Hey, Lucy a friend of mine is in your class, and she told me that you aced your advanced calculus test! I've been studying my butt off, and got 60% I'm really struggling with the concepts. I was wondering whether we could get together in the library at lunch time and if you could help me?" She flipped her hair - an old trick.
"Sorry Jennifer. I'm busy over lunchtime - but how about later this evening?"
"Ahhh, ok, sure why not? Not at my place though. Where do you live?" Unlike many of those studying, Jen was still living with her parents to keep costs down and maximize shopping money. She couldn't bear the thought of all the explaining that might be required by her nosey mom.
"Only a couple of blocks away." I noted the address and handed it to Jen.
"About 5:00pm then?" She asked. She seemed nervous - not quite as confident/cocky as everyone made her out to be. I took that to be an interesting sign. There were other things I noticed about Jennifer too - I mean beyond the chiseled looks and tight calves upon which her curvy frame rested. I noticed her breathing. Low and deep. Practiced in yoga. I noticed the pulse in her neck, I noticed the inflections in her tone. I formed impressions. For some reason it was really easy for me to imagine a big, transparent white-board behind Jennifer and I noticed that my unconscious mind was drawing things. Pictures, it was like a window into her stream of consciousness. It wasn't really words though. Pictures. She was trying to get a grasp of where my building was. She knew the street...
"Right across from the Macy's and next to the billboard that has the cowgirl boots on it." I blurted out, trying to help. Jennifer looked at me like I was something from the twilight zone and I saw the words "Did I say something out-loud?" flash across behind her. There were other associations too, Jennifer was jealous of the model on the billboard. It was so clear, the picture was kind of tainted green. Then, it all faded... as quickly as it had come and I was left staring at her cute ass beneath her skirt as she legged it up the hallway towards some other class.
I spent a good part of the remainder of the day wondering about my good fortune. What was happening? And a good portion of it re fantasizing about my encounter with Cindy. What had I said? We were having a fairly normal conversation... I had offered her a drink, and as I explained things I got her picturing things, but they are pretty mundane things, entirely math related. Once your mind starts down the track of sex, it is hard to get back on topic to anything else and the afternoon was a bit of a write-off as I enjoyed fucking Cindy over and over in my mind. The afternoon flew by.
It was a short walk from campus to my apartment. I liked to keep it quite tidy. It's not that I'm OCD or anything, but I just found that if I kept things tidy it was far easier to focus on other things and meant the place was good for guests. I had a large loft, with a few simple areas in the open-plan. An overstuffed couch across from my flat-screen, a large work area which was a sturdy bench running along large bay windows. I was on a floor above the buildings across from me which meant an unfettered view. I had a well appointed kitchen which I hardly used, and my bedroom was on a mezzanine with an architecturally designed impressive staircase. There was a generous en suite up there and a good bathroom downstairs. There was a separate side-room as well on the lower level which I used for storage to keep everything pristine. It was not the most luxurious apartment in the city, but it was a fun, creative space that I had set-up just perfect.
Five rolled around and it was well on the way to 6:00pm by the time I got a knock on my door, and a somewhat disheveled Jen burst in through my hand as I was half-saying "Hi."
Jen hadn't bothered to change. She had a pair of very stylish kickers with oversize socks that were trimmed to show off her great calves, bare legs which were absolutely delectable up to a pleated miniskirt that gave her a 'naughty schoolgirl' seducer appeal. Although now 20, Jen played the pleated-mini look like a professional charmer. She had a white blouse with a plain front that was part see-through. It could have been styled off a straight-jacket. The buttons were up the back of the top, which came all the way to her neck and circled in a styled choker with a ribbon sown at the back which trailed down the back beneath her mid-length blonde hair. The top left everything to the imagination and was damn sexy. The ribbon could double as a leash in the mind if any guy that she wanted to influence. At first glance though, she did not seem the slightest but interested in influencing me. I waved towards the large work-table by the windows, and Jen set her handbag on it. Work papers, a laptop, makeup, receipts... if fact anything you could imagine might be in a handbag went rolling across it's length. Clearly Jen was about as good at "Traveling light" as she was at turning up at appointments on time. Rather than worry too much about it though, she just batted her eyelids at me in a practiced fashion.
"Ok, where shall we begin?" she asked, taking a perch on one of the stools I had arranged by the windows. I did the same and went into interview mode, asking her about what she was doing, where she was struggling, what she found easy etc etc. As the conversation unfolded, Jen really opened up, and to my complete surprise started to flash smiles at me and reach over to touch me Platonically when I made a point.
