Megan Sanford exited from the bathroom, feeling refreshed after a long hot shower. Professor Monroe only had his classes up until noon on Wednesdays, so after a light lunch Megan had gone straight to the gym and spent two grueling hours exercising. Working by day as a college teaching assistant and studying at night working to get her master's degree, Megan didn't have much time for dating so she would frequently resort to exercising to release her pent-up frustrations.
Shaking out her curly damp hair, she grabbed her folder, laptop and some reference books from her room. Her roommate Cassandra wasn't due to be home until later that evening so Megan thought she could do her research in the living room where there were more space for her to put her study materials. Settling all her things on the coffee table, she sat on the furry rug, slipped on her black-frame glasses and turned on the laptop.
Ten minutes later Megan found herself staring straight at the screen, her mind totally blank. She had been typing and re-typing the same paragraph but somehow the sentences came out as if a preschooler had constructed them. She couldn't concentrate and her palms seemed to be sweating. She rubbed them against her thighs, absent-mindedly thinking how ticklish her inner thighs were. Slowly she became aware of the furry rug rubbing along the backs of her legs and her spine tingled. Her fingers slid to her crotch and under the hem of the cut-off sweats, adding fuel to her awakening arousal. She ran the tip of her forefinger down her vagina lips and her clit hardened and became sensitive to the slightest contact.
Giving up on her work, she went to her room and pulled out her trusty dildo and some lube and returned to the living room. From her laptop she clicked open the folder that contained some porn which she had downloaded. She shimmied out of her shorts and lacey G-string before sitting down on the armchair. Not in the mood to watch the precursor, she fast-forwarded it until it came to the part where all the action was happening.
Megan sat on the armchair, spreading her thighs wide apart until both legs were dangling over the arms. After squirting some lube on the dildo, she began to massage her pussy with her fingers as she watched the blonde woman getting fucked by the man. Her body responded quickly and she pressed the head of the dildo into her. She let out a moan when the plastic toy was fully lodged inside her pussy and she turned on the switch. Her other hand slid beneath her t-shirt to play with her nipples. Soon her whole body was writhing on the armchair as Megan continued to fuck herself with the dildo. She was so close...so close...
A knock sounded at the front door, jolting Megan out of her euphoria.
Brian Campbell dropped the heavy box by the door, his heart pounding with excitement. Finally he had a perfect reason to come looking for Megan at her home. He was a junior at the college and took a class where Megan was the TA.
Fuck, but she was one hot woman. Even though she dressed conservatively during classes, there was no hiding her perfect body beneath all the jackets and pants. She always had her hair pulled back in a bun and Brian had always wondered how long her hair was and whether it was wavy or straight. He had his answer one night when he was out drinking with his frat brothers at a dive bar and stumbled upon her. She had worn an outfit that showcased her smooth skin and a pair of long satiny legs. Her glorious black hair was curly and cascaded down to the middle of her back. Since then Brian had masturbated with that image of Megan, good and proper TA Megan, her tight body soft and pliant as he fucked her and having her giving him a blow job.
Pulling his mind back to the present, Brian glanced down at the heavy box, feeling gleeful when he had spied the address taped neatly across it and realized it was to be sent to Megan's home. It was addressed to Cassandra Summers, though, but it offered him the perfect excuse. He could pretend he didn't know Megan lived here when he had already found that out at the beginning of the semester. Having learnt her daily schedule by heart, she should be home at this hour.
He raised his hand to knock on the door when a short scream rang out from inside the apartment. He froze just as another long moan greeted his ears. Did Megan have company?
Well, only one way to find out, Brian thought.
He rapped on the wood and the noises stopped abruptly. He heard some shuffling before the door was pulled open to reveal Megan. She looked flushed and her dark hair was tousled, as if someone had run their hands through them moments before. A pair of glasses was perched on her nose and her eyes were bright, as if she was having a fever.
"Mr. Campbell," Megan's voice came out as a sexy rasp.
Remembering to act surprised, Brian gave a gasp. "Ms. Sanford!" He looked down, drawing her attention to the box by his feet. "Uh, I am delivering a package, but I think I got the wrong address," he said, clutching the clipboard as if he was nervous.
"Oh, who's it for? I know most of the tenants on this floor; maybe I can point you to the right door," she offered.
She was so sweet, Brian thought.
"Um..." He glanced at the clipboard even though he had the name memorized. "It's for Summers...Cassandra Summers."
Megan smiled. "You've came to the right place, Mr. Campbell. Cassandra's my roommate."
"Oh, thank God," Brian said with a laugh. "Can I take this in, then? This box is kinda heavy."
She immediately stepped back, pulling the door wider open for him to enter. "Sure, follow me. You can drop it outside Cassie's room," she said. "I didn't know you work at the delivery company, Mr. Campbell."
"It's part-time," Brian answered as he made a show of lifting the delivery box from the floor, groaning slightly as if it was the heaviest thing he had ever lifted. The truth was even though it was quite heavy, it wasn't anything that he couldn't handle; he had lifted weights heavier than this as part of his training regimen. He entered the apartment and pretended to struggle beneath the weight as Megan shut the door behind them. Brian took the opportunity to take in her apartment. It was quite small, with the kitchen on his right and the living room on his left. It was beautifully decorated with feminine touches; from the floral-patterned covers on the couch to the lacey cream-colored floor lamp standing at a corner. Books were strewn across the coffee table and an open laptop revealed a paused movie showing what appeared to be a couple locked in a heated embrace.
Was Megan watching that? Brian wondered.
He also took the opportunity to check out Megan who was already down the short hallway, standing outside a door on the left. His steps slowed as he appreciated the fine view; she was dressed in a white t-shirt that couldn't hide her dark, erected nipples and a pair of cut-off sweatpants that barely covered her round ass. Her sweet laughter jolted him out of his lust-infused stupor. "Are your muscles real? I'd thought this would weight like peanuts for you," she said.
