Hall of Infinite Doors
Your hormones wrack you enough that you approach her after class. You picked a good day. She has on a denim vest and skirt. She shows a lot of cleavage through the vest.
"Hi", you start.
"Hi," she replies awkwardly.
"I am very impressed with your French. You're very good."
"Thanks. I lived overseas for most of my life." She shrugs and looks down.
"You know, I'd feel more confident if I could study with you for Wednesday's quiz. You know."
"I'm not sure." You feel her pulling away.
"At least let me walk you home. Where do you live?"
"I live at Carneige."
"I live at Astor, not far from there. Here. Let me carry your books."
She pauses a while.
"OK."
She hands you her books and you carry them with you to her dorm. Along the way you make small talk about the weather and what there is to eat on campus. You get back to her dorm. It's the newest female facility and has a long winding staircase up to the second floor where she lives. She opens the door. You enter and set her books down on the nightstand between the two beds on the far side of the room. She enters and locks the door behind her.
"Thanks for walking with me," you say.
"I guess I ought to reward you," she replies looking down. You look at her boobs.
"Won't you have a seat?" she asks, motioning to the bed.
You sit on the bed. She lays on the bed facing you and undoes your pants zipper. You lean back so she is between your legs.
She puts all her effort into giving you great pleasure. She's definitely good. Meanwhile you pick up the gray remote next to the bed and flip channels. With the other hand you feel her over. It's a very, very satisfying afternoon.
After a while, your cell phone rings. It's Bill. He reminds you that you promised that you were going to do some things around the dorm. You hang up.
She dutifully swallows. "Do you have to go?"
"Yeah." You zip up and slide off the bed, fondling her as you go.
"Thanks for carrying my books."
"Thanks for your appreciation."
She smiles and you pick up your books and leave.
"Hi", you start.
"Hi," she replies awkwardly.
"I am very impressed with your French. You're very good."
"Thanks. I lived overseas for most of my life." She shrugs and looks down.
"You know, I'd feel more confident if I could study with you for Wednesday's quiz. You know."
"I'm not sure." You feel her pulling away.
"At least let me walk you home. Where do you live?"
"I live at Carneige."
"I live at Astor, not far from there. Here. Let me carry your books."
She pauses a while.
"OK."
She hands you her books and you carry them with you to her dorm. Along the way you make small talk about the weather and what there is to eat on campus. You get back to her dorm. It's the newest female facility and has a long winding staircase up to the second floor where she lives. She opens the door. You enter and set her books down on the nightstand between the two beds on the far side of the room. She enters and locks the door behind her.
"Thanks for walking with me," you say.
"I guess I ought to reward you," she replies looking down. You look at her boobs.
"Won't you have a seat?" she asks, motioning to the bed.
You sit on the bed. She lays on the bed facing you and undoes your pants zipper. You lean back so she is between your legs.
She puts all her effort into giving you great pleasure. She's definitely good. Meanwhile you pick up the gray remote next to the bed and flip channels. With the other hand you feel her over. It's a very, very satisfying afternoon.
After a while, your cell phone rings. It's Bill. He reminds you that you promised that you were going to do some things around the dorm. You hang up.
She dutifully swallows. "Do you have to go?"
"Yeah." You zip up and slide off the bed, fondling her as you go.
"Thanks for carrying my books."
"Thanks for your appreciation."
She smiles and you pick up your books and leave.