An Erotic Fairy Tale, Part 1 (of 7): Wonders Revealed and Magic Fingers
A red plastic cup of beer in each hand, I pushed through the throng of guys standing around my date. I considered suggesting they not ogle her so openly, but that would've made me a hypocrite. I'd been ogling her since we had met up at her dorm room before heading to the Halloween party. And there was quite a bit to ogle.
My date's parent's had named her Wendy, but only professors and university officials used that name. All her friends called her 'Tink'. And she had never been more Tink than she was tonight; more to the point, Tink had never been hotter. Standing nearly a foot shorter than my own six feet, she was every inch a pixie, from her short, blonde hair to her petite frame. Well, petite except for generous curves that her costume did nothing to hide.
Her costume, what there was of it, consisted of two large leaves made out of a thin, shiny, green material. The point of the front leaf fell between Tink's short but toned legs, covering her groin but leaving her pale, supple thighs exposed. The wider top of the front leaf shape hugged her narrow waist, flat stomach, and prominent chest. A V-shaped notch, maybe five or six inches long and laced with green leather thongs, revealed the inner sides of her breasts from the top swell to the curve of her underboob.
The backside of the costume was the same shape as the front, minus the notch at the top but plus a pair of gossamer fairy wings. The back leaf attached to the front leaf by more green leather thongs. And while the laces clearly held the two leaves together tight enough to keep the costume up without the aid of straps, there was a three-inch gap between the halves, making it obvious for all to see that this version of Tinker Bell was not wearing any underwear.
"Hi, Tave. Thanks for the beer," Tink said as I handed her a cup. Plump, full lips pulled back from white teeth into a grin that sparkled almost as much as her bright blue eyes and the glitter on her otherwise pink cheeks. A small, turned up nose melded with the rest of her features into a cuteness that, while short of classically beautiful, was alluring none the less. When combined with her impish sense of humor and her large for her size boobs, flowing hips, and shapely ass, that face was sexy as hell. And ever since I'd met her, I'd been fantasizing about how it might look while she came.
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Tink and I met at an orientation program for our university. The seating in the large auditorium was alphabetical in order, and Tink's last name of Barrie gave her the seat next to mine, as my last name is Barris. And I could not believe my luck when the young woman with the short, golden blonde hair turned toward me as I sat down.
I'd like to say the first thing I noticed at that point was those sparkling blue eyes, that cute little nose, or even those full, inviting lips. But I can't. What I noticed was the Tinker Bell cartoon on her shirt. Or rather, I noticed the way that Tinker Bell was stretched tight across a pair of tits much larger than I would've expected on a girl her size.
"I'm Wendy Barrie," she said, favoring me with a dazzling smile. "But everyone calls me 'Tink'."
"Oh," was all my suddenly dry mouth could manage as the blonde tapped a finger on the cartoon image on her chest, which she seemed to have thrust forward as she spoke.
"What's your name?" she went on, drawing my eyes to her face where what I took to be a knowing—and amused—expression rested.
"Um, Tavis. Tavis Barris."
"Really?"
"It's better than my older brother's name," I shrugged.
"What's that?"
"Ferris Barris."
"Fuck, that's harsh," Tink laughed, a melodious sound that seemed to evoke the ringing of bells.
"Yeah. That's why he goes by his middle name, Robert. I go by Tave."
"Well, it's great to meet you, Tave Barris," Tink winked, holding out her hand.
Suppressing an urge to plant a kiss on the back of her hand, I grasped and shook it, amazed how warm and soft it felt. At that moment, a man and a woman maybe a couple of years older than us called for attention. Tink sat back down and I followed suit, risking one last glance at the way her tight t-shirt molded to the side of her boobs before turning my attention to the couple on stage, who had just announced they were juniors named Todd and Celia.
At first, they took turns telling us about the history of the university, the layout of the campus, the important locations on campus (such as the student union building in which we were sitting), how classes worked, and shit like that. For the most part, it was a summary of information that I'd received in my acceptance packet. Still, several of my fellow freshmen asked questions throughout, and at one point, Tink and I looked at each other and rolled our eyes in unison at a particularly self-evident answer to a stupid question.
After Todd and Celia, a parade of professors and university officers addressed us, telling us about various assistance programs and courses of study. Again, it was all stuff either in the welcome materials or online, and I let my attention and my eyes wander to the girl sitting beside me. Throughout most of the presentations, she had been chewing on the end of her pen, and I found myself staring until she caught me watching her. Meeting my gaze, she sucked the top couple of inches of the pen into her mouth and hollowed her cheeks. I dropped my eyes, my cheeks burning with sudden heat.
After that, I focused as much as I could on the people talking. At least, I focused my eyes on them. My mind was racing with thoughts of what Tink had done. I eventually convinced myself that she could not have possibly been trying to suggest what my mind had leaped to, even though my stiff dick seemed to think otherwise. Luckily, my mind and body both had the chance to relax before it was time for lunch, and I was no longer hard when noon rolled around.
"Be back right at 1:00," Celia called out as the audience stood. "We have a very important topic to address after lunch."
"And you can leave your stuff here if you want," Todd added, although most people had already done so.
"Let's go eat," Tink told me as she closed her notebook, revealing a large cartoon Tinker Bell on its cover.
"After you," I motioned, getting my first good look at her ass. Like her boobs, it was fuller than I might have expected on such a petite girl, but it was by no means too large for her frame. Rather, her rounded butt, which seemed to bounce underneath the skin-tight jeans she was wearing, complimented her hips where they flowed from a small waist. A vision of a short, compact hourglass flitted through my mind, and for the first time, I understood why men in past had been so attracted to girls with that kind of figure.
"Chinese okay with you?" the blonde asked when we reached the food court.
"Sure," I nodded.
"Great. Here's a ten. Get me a bottle of water and a bowl with chow mein and orange chicken. I'll find a place to sit."
After about a fifteen-minute wait, I got our food and started looking for Tink. I found her at a table for two near the back of the dining area. She was doing something on her phone but grinned up at me when I put the tray on the table.
"Here's your change," I told her as I sat.
"Thanks, Tave," she replied, touching my forearm in a way that sent a tingle along my skin.
"So, what's your major?" she asked after we had both eaten a couple of mouthfuls of our respective meals.
"Chemistry, probably," I told her. "Maybe physics. I'm undecided right now."
"Mine's anthropology," the girl said, a look best described as mischievous on her cute face. "Because I love studying men."
I opened my mouth but didn't speak, as nothing clever came to mind. After a couple of seconds, Tink had mercy on me.
"Kidding. Well, mostly. I am fascinated by human culture, especially myth and folklore and shit. Studying men is only a hobby."
"Oh, I see," I said, trying to make myself laugh, since she was clearly joking.
"So, you're taking all math and science classes?"
"Calculus and chemistry, yes. But I want to get some general requirements out of the way, so I'm taking English, psychology, and art history as well."
"Don't take psych for your social science credits," the blonde suggested, leaning closer to me. "Take Anthro 101 on Monday and Wednesday mornings with Jakobson. We'll be in class together."
"That's an idea," I agreed, but I wasn't sure being in a class with Tink would help my studies. On the other hand, I didn't want to lose contact with her, and a class together would make sure that didn't happen.
"Here, give me your schedule," she said, holding out her hand.
"It's with my stuff back in the auditorium. But that doesn't matter. I know it. My psychology class is on Monday and Wednesday mornings at 8:00 a.m. and I'm free the rest of those mornings. I can make the Anthro class work."
"Great," a smiling Tink said before she took another bite of her food.
For the rest of lunch, we ate and chatted about where we had grown up. Tink was from a small town in the mountains, just across the state line. But because it was less than a hundred and fifty miles from the university, she only had to pay in-state tuition. I'd lived in the state all my life, but my home was over four hundred miles to the south in the largest city in the state. Her graduating class in high school had been fifty-three people. Mine had been almost three thousand, more than the number of people who lived in her small town. Yet, as we talked, it seemed clear to me that it was TInk who had more life experience between the two of us.
"We'd better be heading back," she announced a few minutes before 1:00. "We don't want to be late for the sexual assault stuff."
"Did they say that's what the important topic is?" I asked as I again followed her, feeling a little guilty for how often my gaze dropped to her jiggling ass.
"Nope, but I'd bet it is. You know how it is these days."
