Chapter One (A) – Arrival On Campus

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Chapter One (B) – Finding An Angel

The next morning, I located Texas Hall on the campus map. It was just across West Nedderman Drive from Trinity Hall. A short walk. I went to look around before the meetings and party began. It turned out that assemblies for new students were already being held. Students were gathered and talking about almost anything imaginable. With the size of the student body and the limited number of dormitories, I knew not all of them were bunked on campus. Most were probably either living in a house or apartment nearby. Some of them may have even still lived with their parents. That thought made a shiver run down my spine. I shoved it away and began to mingle as a distraction.

At first I just moved through the crowd and said “Hi” as if on automatic pilot. Everyone seemed in good spirits, a good mood, or just happy to be there. The overall feel of the crowd was energetic and I couldn’t help but feel the same. Something in the air just felt good and I didn’t want to miss out on it. I had never been really good with lots of people around, but something about the buzz of conversation, flow of the mass of bodies, and the fact that none of them knew me helped me to relax. It felt good to be among people for the first time in years.

I never realized it before, but when I started making eye contact with different students, I was getting responses. Most of them smiled in a friendly sort of way and a couple of the guys even reached out to shake hands. I didn’t linger with any group for very long. For some reason, I felt the compulsion to keep moving. It wasn’t an overwhelming sense, just an understanding that there was so much more to see and I wanted to see it all.

In High school, other kids hadn’t paid much attention to me. During that gathering though, I was just like the rest of them. I could talk, laugh, and enjoy myself and no one would disrespect me for it. I even felt myself relax more. I hadn’t been aware that I was on edge nor that my body was mildly tense. It felt good to let it go.

Becoming so relaxed I started looking around for either of the two blondes or the brunette from the night of my arrival. They looked a bit older than most of the students gathered, and I quickly realized they were probably upper classmen and wouldn’t attend any of those orientations. I certainly noticed many of the girls but I didn’t hang back or even try joining in conversations with them. None of them really held my attention. It may have been because there were so many more collected there than in my graduating class. It may have been overwhelming, but again it was more like there was so much to see and I wanted to see it all.

I turned a corner and stopped dead in my tracks. A blonde wearing a light yellow blouse and grey skirt stood to the side of the room talking to several other students. She had a slim waist and long legs. Her hair looked like golden waves spilling over her shoulders and down her back. Her face was soft on the eyes and yet unforgettable. Those lips were painted ruby red and looked so inviting as she spoke. I couldn’t hear her words, but at the moment it didn’t mater. Her eyes were bright sky blue and held a knowledge of things that made me think she was older than almost everyone else in the room. There were many attractive women among the crowds but she stood out above the rest not only in looks, but height as well. Not lacking in that department myself, standing just over six feet, I was surprised to see a woman of her stature among all the freshmen.

I stood there, allowing everyone else to move around me like a stone in a river while I took in the vision of her. She held an animated conversation with other students and I noticed how many guys were talking to her. My astonishment faded right along with my confidence of getting to know such a creature. But that didn’t stop me from hoping for an opportunity. What stopped me from walking up and introducing myself at that moment? I don’t know. Maybe I was scared of instant rejection. A lot of people feel intimidated by truly beautiful people, and I was one of them. Why couldn’t I join the conversation and at least find out if we could talk? Probably for the same reason. I didn’t want to look like an idiot while drooling on my sneakers. So I kept my distance.

The flow of the crowd was lost to me until she started moving with it. The gathering ended up going out doors and I joined it. The warm Texas sun had begun its decent into the west, but the heat and muggy air continued to hang around. I couldn’t understand why the congregation had moved out doors until I saw the chests of iced drinks lined along the wall of the building. I grabbed something along with everyone else and began looking around for the blonde. It didn’t take me long to find her.

I couldn’t say that I ever found any one physical attribute more appealing than any other when thinking about girls. My ex-girlfriend from high school, Sally, had many fine qualities and I appreciated what I could. That blonde, however, was a visual feast and I felt like a truly starving man. The feeling that I had had previously of wanting to see it all had vanished the instant my eyes found her, but I didn’t care. None of the other women gathered held that ethereal quality that kept my eyes locked onto that blonde.

The wind had picked up since I had arrived and it put not only that golden blonde hair in motion, but portions of her clothing too. Her skirt was too tight to fly up and around her thighs, but it pressed against them with the strength of the moving air. Her shirt was billowy and pressed to her torso as the loose material flapped in the stark bursts of wind. Her body was being displayed a portion at a time. Though no new skin was visible, I was left with a really good idea of what she would probably look like in something more revealing and it only raised my attraction to her more. The wind was teasing me with her body and I soaked up every bit of it.

I caught myself gawking. It took mental effort to close my mouth and stop looking the fool. Once the effort was made, I looked around. No one was laughing at me for my loss of control, though I still knew what it was myself. I was truly enraptured by her beauty, there was no doubt. My previous concern for not getting to know her deepened and I looked at the guys gathered around her. All of them continued the conversations that I couldn’t hear, but none of them seemed to loose that control and stare unabashedly.

I gulped down more of my bottle of water to help my drying throat and continued watching her talk to other people. The water helped ground me and I made sure to not leave my eyes on just her for too long. I didn’t watch her so much as watch the area she occupied. Depression began to set in and I could feel the burn of it in my gut. Having barely had the backbone to ask Sally out for the first time, I didn’t expect the possibility of even speaking with the beauty I watched. As attractive as she was, I believed her to be potentially too good for me. She wouldn’t be forgotten too quickly though, and she became my first ever fantasy girl. Not taking the opportunity to say anything to her or anyone else, I left feeling as my depression filled more of me.

For the remainder of the evening, I didn’t do much but watch television in the main lounge of Trinity House. The depression I felt from not at least trying to speak with the blonde only mounted on the leftovers from that summer. Sally and I had broken up only a few weeks prior and the pain of it still lingered.

Some part of me didn’t want to meet the blonde and confirm my worst nightmare. She might have had a serious boyfriend, or a husband. That would have been acceptable, because then she would have been untouchable in a way that was okay. But what if she didn’t? What if she was looking for somebody to get together with? Well there was a hoard of guys hanging out at that gathering. She would have her pick. With looks like that she could have anyone she wanted.

I knew my chances were damn near zilch and I really had no need to get into something that would distract me from school. However just to keep some of my hope, I made a promise to myself. If, and I meant a really big IF, I found an opportunity to talk to her, regardless of the reason, I would. I’d check for a ring or any sign of a relationship. I didn’t want to tread on forbidden ground, but if she was single and looking, then maybe… just maybe…

Chapter One (C) - Meeting Renee

Wednesday slipped by without my notice. I stayed in my room and listened to the radio much of it, but I kept myself busy with sketching pictures of both the blonde from the previous days gathering and the trio from the night of my arrival. It allowed me to relax and escape the reality of my depression. It was something I could do to fill time and even have something to so for the effort because my pencil art wasn’t too bad. I wasn’t as good as some of my favorite artists, but I was working on it. It was even a possibility that some of the art classes that UTA offered to help me increase my skills with the pencil and even learn new ones. I hardly ate anything that day, but that didn’t bother me. I was used to missing the occasional meal.

Thursday night rolled around after an entire day of anxiety. I had worked on the clothes to wear to the orientation and the party afterwards, but there was only so much I could do to make them look as good as possible. The general state of dress at the previous orientation was what I used as a general rule of how I going to present myself. I didn’t want to just sit idle in my room or mindlessly watch TV. Keeping busy and moving kept my thoughts off of my depression. There was also the thought that the blonde might not even show up for this orientation at all. There was a very slim possibility that she was only going to attend the one and no others. The idea both helped me and hurt me. It helped because then there wouldn’t be the chance of me being awe struck, looking stupid, and feeling like a loser later. It hurt because I really did want to see her again and to have a chance to talk, if nothing else.

When the time came, I walked over to Texas hall wearing my best pants and shirt. I only owned one pair of shoes, so there wasn’t much of a choice in that. My shirt was a simple Blue and Cyan polo style and my pants were the only pair of slacks that I owned. It wasn’t an exact shade of blue from the shirt, but it was close enough. I hoped.

The building, like all the others of the campus was a faded red brick. The concrete trim was just shy of beige. Inside the hall, students were milling about talking and laughing. My nerves were bunched up and I felt very much like I had back in high school. I knew it was stupid, but for some reason, the whole event had me nervous.

After a few minutes of quietly being among the other students, I saw a man tap on a microphone. He gained everyone’s attention and gave a short speech about his initial arrival at UTA. After his speech, a woman also welcomed all of the students and finally representatives of each of the fraternities and sororities walked everyone through an informal initiation. The solemn pledge ended with a storm of chaos and everyone walked around, talked and worked out rides to the party to follow. By that point, I had finally relaxed a bit and joined in with the effort to find my way to the party.

I was greeted by one of the sophomores and seemed to impress him with my capacity at making myself clear even in the noise of the gathering. Our contest was interrupted when someone asked about a portable stereo system to use at the party. I volunteered mine, and quickly asked if someone could give me a ride to pick up the stereo then on to the party. He told me to find Renée.

I asked around and got directed here and there. It didn’t even dawn on me that so many people seemed to know her. When I found her, my stomach did a black flip and tied up in knots.

Her golden hair was up in a loose bun with strands hanging here and there, grazing her long delicate neck. She wore a top of dark red which not only hugged her even more impressive looking breasts but dipped down, giving off a good shot of her deep cleavage. I was impressed previously with how the wind had given me glimpses of her shape, but her outfit she wore now showcased her womanly assets magnificently. I caught myself doing what I swore I wouldn’t do: staring in awe at her splendor. And I hadn’t even finished taking in the rest of her attire. It took some effort to force my eyes down.

A matching skirt embraced her incredible hips, round bottom and upper thighs. With the way the outfit was ribbed, it almost appeared as if it had been wrapped around her from the shoulders down. The two pieces were obviously separate since they exposed her midriff and gave her lithe form a more alluring appearance. Those long, long legs were tanned and smooth. I wasn’t certain but I thought she might be wearing stockings or pantyhose. I’d only seen legs like that in commercials and beauty contests. Even her feet appeared stunning in her black high heel soles. Every curve flowed delicately to the next and spoke of softness that only a feather or the supplest leathers could possess.

After soaking in the sight of her in its entirety, I couldn’t begin to fathom why such a woman would want to help someone like me. She probably got decked out more for the party that everyone was leaving to go to, and I suddenly felt underdressed.

I took a moment to look her over, and then closed my eyes not only to memorize her, but to bring myself back to earth. I had to remember, I needed to ask a favor. Opening my eyes I saw her hands clearly as I continued to stand there. No ring was visible. Maybe… Maybe she’s not attached. My hopes rose and I stepped forward. "Hi. Are you Renée?"

She looked at me and nodded. Her bright blue eyes stood out sharply against the outline of light mascara.

I blinked a couple of times and trudged on, "I’m Ral and I have the stereo for the party. I was told that you could give me a lift?" I made it a question. It seemed rude to assume that she would, and my ego didn’t think it was possible anyway.

She turned to me fully with a smile. I had to gulp down not only my increasing anxiety but my astonishment on just how beautiful she was. I almost didn’t hear her words as the beating of my heart thrummed in my ears.

"You have the stereo? Then let’s go."

I blinked a few times and realized she spoke to me and was walking away, presumably to her car. I followed her through the crowd to the exit.

Once we got out the door, I couldn’t help noticing the way her body moved as she walked. She moved with a purpose but at the same time there was something in the movement that held my gaze just as much as her physical appearance. I certainly appreciated the sight. None of the girls from high school moved like that, but then I don’t remember seeing anyone that appeared even close to what Renée looked like. She could stop traffic just by walking along the sidewalk, and yet she not only spoke to me but she was also going to give me a ride to a party.

She stopped at the driver door of her car and smiled at me over the roof. I saw her grin and returned it, happy to have received such a simple gesture.

I couldn’t stop myself from looking at her again and again as we drove over to my dorm. She was smiling every time I looked. "Is there something wrong?"

"No." I squeaked, "I... I was just..." I stopped with a sigh. My lack of self-confidence tried to keep me from saying what I wanted to. I found her attractive and she really looked stunning. I remembered complementing Sally a couple of times and her reactions encouraged me to finally ask her out. Was there a possibility I could achieve the same thing with Renée? "I think you really look great."

Her smile widened and her eyes softened. "Thank you," she said softly as we pulled into the parking lot for Trinity House. After parking next to the entrance, she turned to me. She made a deliberate sweep of me with her eyes and I could feel heat rush to my face.

I felt underdressed before, but under her gaze the word “sloppy” popped into my head.

Thankfully, her opinion wasn’t the same. "You look pretty good, yourself."

I was taken aback by her complement and it even eased some of my tension. It did nothing for my anxiety though. Sitting with her in the semi-privacy of the car made me nervous, excited and frightened all at once.

I looked at her again with a bit of astonishment. "Th-thank you." I felt awkward but kept my composure.

We got out of the car after another agonizing minute of silence and as I swiped my card to open the main door Renée remarked, "Those pants really don’t go with that shirt. Maybe while we’re in your room we can find something more appropriate." I felt myself turning red at the idea of changing clothes in front of her.

When we got to my room, she headed straight for my wardrobe. I turned and start disconnecting my stereo for travel, trying to hide my embarrassment from her.

Renée turned to me with a pair of dark blue jeans, "Put these on. They’ll go better with that shirt."

Feeling nervous, I asked "Why don’t I just change my shirt?"

"Because you don’t have one that goes with those pants," she smiled gently. "I’ll carry down the main stereo while you change." Her eyes dropped then came back up, "I can tell you’re nervous." She picked up the main control and walked out the door, pulling it shut behind her. She didn’t have to look down to know I was embarrassed. It was emblazoned all over my face. Maybe she was looking…

Moving like a mad man, I kicked off my shoes and dropped my pants; pulling on the replacements just as Renée got back. She watched me tuck in my shirt and looked me over. I felt my face flushing again. "Those look much better," she said as her gaze drifted heavily over me. It had been plenty of stimulation watching her from a distance the first time I saw her, but for some reason having her looking at me like that really turned me on. Fortunately, I was holding my pants together in the front which allowed me to hide the evidence of my arousal. She looked back up to my face and said, "Finish getting dressed while I take down the speakers. I’ll be right back." I watched her pick up the speakers and walk out the door. She smiled at me over her shoulder.

Just as I finished tying my shoes and stood, the door opened. Renée stood there and looked me over, "Now you look great too." Feeling much better from her comment, I followed her out. Once again I was greeted by her swaying hips as we left the room. Though welcome, the sight didn't help my anxiety. In the elevator, we stood millimeters apart among several other guys. They looked her over but none of them seemed to be all that interested. I couldn’t help wondering why, but I was grateful for the lack of competition.

When we got to her car I noticed that none of the equipment was strapped in. Having worked hard over several months to earn the money for the system, I didn’t want something to happen just because one additional bit of protection wasn’t used. I mentioned it and we both used the seat belts to hold the speakers and stereo in place.

I backed out of the car and accidentally bumped into Renee. Turning to face her so I could apologize, my arm grazed her impressive boobs. Inadvertently, I noticed how soft they were. "Oops," was all I could say and I watched her breasts bounce from the contact. Her nipples were hard and stood out distinctly against the fabric of her top. Was it me or did they look bigger? It took some effort but I looked up to find her watching me. Wide eyed and a bit embarrassed I stammered, “I… I’m sorry…”

She didn’t get upset at all. In fact, her smile was completely disarming as she asked: "Are we ready to go?" Then she walked off without waiting for an answer. Her movement was more exaggerated than before. I shook off the feeling of astonishment for being allowed to touch her without repercussions. There was also the crazy notion that she seemed to enjoy the contact and having my eyes on her. I climbed into the car when she started it up.

Chapter One (D) – Walking and Talking

Somehow during the trip to the party, I finally gained some self-control. We chatted lightly and the trip passed quickly. After exiting the highway, we drove up and down a few streets. She seemed to have misplaced the location of the party, "I know that house is here somewhere." Renée fussed. "We may have to cancel. Hell, we might even just go back to your dorm room and have our own party."

Open mouthed and caught off guard, I looked at her and watched for a second as she concentrated on finding the house. Silence spewed from my mouth as my loins screamed, “Yeah, let's go!”

Disappointment reared its ugly head when she announced, "Here it is. Now we need a parking space."

Renée and I got the stereo inside and other partiers took over setting up and playing DJ. Once my importance became moot, I dropped into a bit of depression. I looked around the crowded room. A multitude of people were drinking, talking and having fun. I started having anxiety attack as if I were back in high school and all sorts of thoughts flooded my head: I hardly knew anyone there, I was miles from home, the music reminded me of my long gone girlfriend, the drink of choice seemed to be beer which I didn’t care for, and I felt somehow left out.

I stepped outside and away from the house. Gulping down the cool night air, I sat on the curb of the sidewalk. My emotions ran rampant. I didn’t want to feel that way but I didn’t know how to stop it either. My mood was so deep I didn’t even notice someone sitting down next to me. Renée's friendly voice pulled me back to reality.

"What are you doing sitting out here all by yourself?"

I didn’t reply, only shrugged my shoulders.

"Why so glum?" She bumped me with her shoulder as she asked.

"Nothing really important," I finally answered. I didn’t look up because I didn’t want to look into those lovely eyes. I didn’t want to hurt any more than I already did and I felt that if I looked at her, my depression would deepen. There was no way I could ever get together with someone like her, so why should I even try?

"Well, you look like someone just ran over your dog. Cheer up. We’re at a party and everyone’s having a good time. There’re all kinds of people here to talk to and get to know." She nudged me with her shoulder again and softened her voice, which swept through my downtrodden emotions. "In fact, I was hoping we could talk. I’d like to get to know you."

This drew me out of my sadness. And as I looked up and at her for the first time, I realized just how close she was sitting to me. Her smile was dazzling. Her eyes were friendly and warm, and I couldn’t help but to return the gesture.

"That’s better. So talk, tell me about yourself."

What was I supposed to talk about? What would she want to know? I had to start somewhere. “There’s not much to tell.” That was stupid.

“Oh, come on. Everybody’s got a story.”

I just shrugged, “I don’t know. I come from a small town. I came to school early to get away from my family. I’m sure you’ve heard that already.”

“I have a similar story. But right now, I’m not the one feeling lonely and depressed.”

I looked at her again. She retained that friendly, disarming smile. I felt my depression drop away a bit more. That smile just wouldn’t let my mood tarnish the evening. Why should it? She had nothing to loose. What’s more, she was being nice to me. I might not get to date her or be anything more than a friend or acquaintance, but I couldn’t beat the fact that she was talking to me. I smiled back, “What would you like to know?”

“Well, I was guessing since you’re new here that you just graduated high school?”

I looked away, “That obvious is it?”

Her grin widened, “Don’t worry about it. Most everyone else here is fresh out of high school too. That’s the whole point of the gatherings and parties: to get to know new people and make new friends.”

“And here I am sitting outside on the sidewalk while everyone else is enjoying themselves.”

“Not everyone can handle so much all at once. You said you were from a small town. How many did your graduating class have?”

“53.”

“Now you’re going to a school with over twenty-five thousand students. That’s a big change. So, yeah, I’d be apprehensive about it too.”

I looked at her again, “There’s one main difference between the two of us though.”

“What’s that?”

I almost didn’t say it. I wasn’t even sure how to put it. She acted like she was just like anyone else here. How could a young woman of such amazing loveliness not know how good she looked? I thought that she’d have guys hitting on her, especially dressed as she was. Had I found one of those women with such modesty about her self? I finally let the words out, “You’re an amazingly beautiful woman, and I’m just… well… me.”

She looked at me for a second. I’d say she was stunned, but that wasn’t quite right. Her eyes seemed curious. About what, I could never guess. After a second or two, she finally responded. “Thank you. But you don’t do yourself justice.”

“Well, to date, I only ever had one person compliment my looks.” I looked squarely in her eyes as I finished the statement.

“I’m honestly surprised about that. But how good looking you are isn’t what gets you friends. You have to talk to people.”

I nodded my head. “You’re right,” I said in that monotone that grudgingly admits to a painful truth. “It is difficult getting into conversations with other people when I isolate myself.” I didn’t mean to sound sarcastic about it, but a lifetime of being isolated brought out the pain.

“Then there’s the solution: Don’t.”

I stared at her. Could I talk to her about my family? I didn’t know her, not really. Would she want to hear my problems?

Her eyes watched me patiently and a breeze stirred the trees. I realized since she was sitting on the curb and though her legs were closed she was getting more of a draft that she needed. Feeling better than when I arrived, I got brave. “How about we go for a walk? We can talk some more.”

Her face lit up again, “Sure, I’d like that.”

I stood easily but she seemed to be having a problem. Sitting so low on the curb with high heels on; she couldn’t get up. I held out my hand and she thanked me. The contact with her skin so directly sent a jolt through me. I wouldn’t say pure pleasure, but I certainly liked it. When I helped her up, I maintained eye contact because the view of the deep cleavage her enormous breasts made was calling to me. I could have sworn that she wasn’t that stacked. Maybe it was my loneliness. It had to be just me.

When she was standing I realized just how tall she was. Her heels must have added at least three, maybe four inches to her height. With both of us standing on the street, her eyes were level with mine. I let her hand slip away and we turned to walk down the sidewalk.

Renée asked, “So where are you from?”

“West Virginia.”

“That’s a ways away. Why so far for school?”

I could admit to bits and pieces. I decided to just honestly answer her questions. If she didn’t ask, I didn’t have to volunteer. “I wanted to get away from everything I knew.”

“That’s pretty brave, especially with how you seemed to respond to this party.”

I had to admit, she was right. I crossed several states in order to get away from my home, my family, from everything I grew accustomed to just to fall apart at a party of strangers. It seemed pretty damn stupid. “Yeah, well, I’ve never been to a party before. I wasn’t sure what to expect.”

Renée chuckled, “Don’t feel bad. The only parties I ever attended in high school were sleepovers with my friends. Nothing like this or the ones you hear about.”

“That seems hard to believe.”

“Well, I was a much different person then too. I’ve gone through a lot of changes since then.”

“So, where are you from, then?”

“Houston. My school was much bigger than yours. Here, you get to be yourself. This is more like real life than high school. And I’m sure that it’s even more different from a small school like yours.”

I nodded, “Yeah, everyone knows everything about everyone else. There are no secrets. If one person doesn’t like you then it quickly becomes everyone that doesn’t like you.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

I detected a touch of honest sympathy in her voice. To know that someone cared made me feel so much better.

“Then I’m guessing that since you’re leaving your home and past behind, you don’t have a girlfriend back there?”

My breath was caught in my throat. Why would she want to know if I had a girlfriend? She couldn’t actually be interested in me, could she? The thought of Sally surfaced along with a bit of trepidation. I’d been feeling better when not thinking about that, but I felt the need to tell her the truth, “No. We broke up over the summer. She’s gone to school in New York.”

“Was that the reason you broke up?”

“No.” My answer was low and quiet.

“Are you okay talking about it?”

Again, I felt a compulsion to tell Renée the truth. I didn’t know why, but I couldn’t resist it. “I’m not okay talking about it, but I haven’t talked to anyone about it.”

“Not even your parents?”

“No. They didn’t even notice when I started dating her. I even brought her over to meet them once and they just acted like they had better things to do.” I recalled that night, and just shook my head in shame at how they behaved.

“You make your parents sound like selfish stuck-up snobs.”

I guffawed at the statement, “That’s just what they are, right along with my two sisters.”

“Wow, I’m sorry.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it. That’s why I left for school early, along with getting away from all my memories of Sally.”

We walked around the parking lot away from the house for some distance. I told Renée about how Sally and I met, the general details of our relationship, and then I got to the night of our blow out.

“I had this date setup to perfection. I set up this table with some of the best dinner ware that my parents had. Since they paid so little attention to me, they didn’t even notice that I borrowed them. I even got a couple of silver candlestick holders and restaurant type napkins. I cooked our meal and put the whole thing in my back yard, where we could see the moon and stars. I strung up white Christmas lights around the setting and even pulled out my stereo with an extension cord for music. That night the sky was so clear you could see Venus and she seemed to love every bit of it. After eating, we even danced barefoot in the grass.” I hadn’t really paid any attention to Renée as I recounted that night.

At that point in my tale she commented, “If someone had gone to so much effort for me, I don’t know how I would react.”

I looked at her for a moment, watching her think back presumably to any previous dates she had.

She looked at me, “I didn’t mean to interrupt. Please, continue.”

“No, it’s okay. I was fairly certain Sally felt the same way: she didn’t know how to respond. We enjoyed ourselves that night and after dancing, we sat on a porch swing looking at the stars.” I didn’t know how to proceed from there.

My pause gave Renée the opportunity to ask, “You tried something, didn’t you?”

We both knew what she meant without actually saying it, “Actually I didn’t try anything. We got to kissing like usual, but then she added an extra element.” I paused again and tried to think of a way to say it without getting too graphic, “She let me touch her.” I raised my hand to indicate my chest.

Renée nodded her understanding.

“I started getting excited and she was moaning. Something I took as a cue for possibly more. I wanted that night to be really special and even prepared for that possibility, but when I suggested going further, she didn’t want to. I asked her why and she said she wanted to wait to get married.”

Renée snickered a bit when I said that, “She actually said that?”

I just nodded my head. “I didn’t understand why we couldn’t express our feelings for each other in a more intimate way, but she wouldn’t listen or even answer my questions. She just flat out refused. We ended up arguing about it and she told me: ‘If sex was what you think love is all about then we are over.’” I shook my head as the confusion continued to plague me. “I still don’t understand.”

“Don’t try to. She made her decision and unfortunately you didn’t agree. The fact that you two broke up over that one difference alone should tell you that you would have broken up over something.”

I knew she was right, but that didn’t stop the sting. Trying to steer away from the pain of my past, “Well I’m sure that you’ve got some stud of a boyfriend waiting for you.”

She shook her head, “Nope. I haven’t dated anyone in a while.”

I didn’t ask as I was certain there were reasons why. More importantly, she was available. She didn’t specifically state that she wasn’t looking, but she hadn’t dated anyone in a while. I got to thinking maybe I should find out why? No. I was friends with Sally for quite some time before we started dating. If I took my time maybe I could develop a good friendship with Renée and it would lead to something more. Remain friendly and don’t push her into something she may not want to discuss. Her remarks about how Sally reacted to sex before marriage was promising, but one step at a time. I needed to keep cool and try not to mess up whatever budding friendship we already seemed to have. Patience had paid off so far. I had to maintain my patience and not become overzealous. Then maybe she and I could…

I noticed the evening wind pick up and though it wasn’t as strong as it had been on Monday, it started to chill the air none-the-less. I realized that if I was getting cold, I could only imagine that she was. That was when I noticed her nipples standing at attention through her top. My 'nice guy' side ensured that I mentioned the coolness and deepening darkness. “Feels like a cold front coming through. Maybe we should start making our way back?”

Renée agreed, “Yeah. Besides, the police will be out enforcing the city curfew.”

“Why is there a city curfew?”

“You haven’t been keeping up with national events, have you?”

I just shook my head.

“Almost two years ago, women started disappearing from around the city but especially on campus. It quickly became big news because the police always knew exactly where the women were when they were abducted.” Renée wrapped her arms up under her incredible heft and hugged herself as she recounted what she knew about the events. The movement made it painfully obvious that she was unnerved by the occurrences.

For a second I was momentarily distracted by the way her very big, very round mounds of flesh swelled up between her arms. Mustering my strength of will, I looked back up to her face just as she looked up to mine. “How did the police know this?” I asked.

“Because they always found a pile of clothes, including underwear; even the woman’s purse and whatever else she had with her at the time were left behind. They know that they have a serial kidnapper but there’s the question of what’s going on because there are no ransoms, no bodies, nothing. It’s been like these women are just vanishing into thin air.” She looked around again nervously, “The city council passed a new ordinance to help protect its citizens.”

I recalled the night I arrived. I witnessed a girl stripping and running off with two others. I thought it was a sorority initiate. Not wanting to disturb Renee more than she already was, I didn’t mention anything about it. Besides wouldn’t it be some guy in a van taking these women? I’d never heard of women kidnapping women. It probably didn’t have anything to do with the disappearances. It was just some college girls playing some horrible prank. Then I remembered seeing the glasses lying on the clothes. Even if it was a prank, why leave the glasses? Something about that scene just troubled me.

I felt an overwhelming urge to hold Renee for protection against the monsters that terrified her. Logic kept me focused and though holding probably wouldn’t be allowed, maybe words of comfort would help. “Serial kidnappings usually focus on some specific detail or look. And kidnappers usually take people in out of the way places while alone. I’m pretty sure that you’re safe, especially so close to a place with so many people.”

“I wish that were true. Some of the people that have disappeared were at a party, a Movie Theater with friends or in a mall among throngs of people. And last month two women were reported missing from the same location. I don’t think ‘safety among numbers’ applies to this situation.”

Without saying anything more about the incidents going on around the city, we turned and started back to the party.

During our return walk, Renée stayed so close to me that her shoulder almost constantly rubbed mine. I was pretty certain it was from fear of being the next victim in the city-wide abduction spree. Again the urge to hold her to me was there, but I resisted it. I didn’t want her thinking wrongly of my actions.

It would be all-too-easy of her to get a mistaken idea since her body had me reacting so strongly. Every time I looked over to her, my sight was drawn down to the vast cleavage and the superb swell of her twin mountains that were barely contained by her top as she continued to hold herself. Though the sight brought out my sexual desire for her, I also wanted her safe. Protection was something I could offer without expectation of something more, but I didn’t just want to protect her, I wanted her. It was a weird feeling too, because it was more than just sex. I didn’t want Sally in the same way and it took quite some time before I realized my attraction to her. I barely knew Renée, yet I was drawn to her so… naturally.

I decided on protection of my new friend and paid attention to our surroundings. The trees swayed with the increasing winds and even the grass played along. In the distance I could hear the movement of traffic on the highway and even the music playing at the party house drifted our way on occasion.

Renée seemed lost in thought and her continued contact to me was all that guided her along the sidewalk. I was certain she would make it back on her own, because I had walked places on auto-pilot while lost in thought. But it felt good to know that she already trusted me enough to not get us lost.

As we got closer to the building, Renée released her grip on her arms and relaxed more. I wondered what she’d been pondering as we strolled. “I’d offer a penny for your thoughts, but with interest, I’d need a ten dollar bill.”

She looked at me with a smile. I was glad she got the joke, it was weak. “I was thinking about something that’s been bothering me for a while.” She looked around and said quietly, “I think I know what I’ll do about it finally.”

I didn’t want to be pushy so I let my curiosity go. “Well, we’re back.” I said, expecting our conversations to end. “I guess I’ll talk to you later…?”

“What do you mean? Are you leaving?” She turned to face me.

I stopped mid-thought. I didn’t want to leave, but I really didn’t want to go back inside either. Besides, if I did want to leave, how was I going to get back to Trinity House without a ride? And my stereo was still inside. I wasn’t going to just leave it. “No, I’m not leaving. I figured you’d probably want to go back in. I don’t want to go in there.” I looked toward the open doorway. I could feel the anxiety creeping up my spine again. I took a deep breath and tried to relax.

Renée seemed to notice my trepidation, “Don’t worry. If I wanted to go in, I’d take you with me. As it is, I’m enjoying the night air and my current company.” She linked her arm in mine and looked me square in the eyes. I was taken aback but I accepted her willingness to continue whatever conversations we could. I wasn’t sure where we could go, but Renée decided for us and guided me to the adjacent parking lot.

“So what do you have planned for next week?” She asked as we approached her car.

I shrugged, “I haven’t really thought about it. Just signing up for my classes and getting ready for school.”

I turned around and leaned back against the side of her car, but she held on to my hand. I tried not to put too much into what the gesture might mean. Maybe she’s doing this due to some fear of being a kidnap victim or some other logical reason.

She then asked me another question, “Have you gotten your student ID yet?”

“No. I was guessing I’ll get mine when I sign up for classes.” I responded.

“True and you’re going to just hate how they make you look…” Before I could ask why, she stepped into me and leaned over. Letting go of my hand, she reached into the open car window for something and pressed her other hand to my chest. As she pressed against me, I couldn’t help but notice her very large breasts molding to me. I wondered if she realized what affect she had on me and I did my best to not move. I focused all my attention on my arm and how soft her globes were as they meshed with me. I wondered what it would be like to actually get to feel them more directly, and I started to get excited at the thought. Just then she pulled back with something in her hand. She held up her student ID for me to see.

Her face was distorted as if the camera were too close. “Is this you?” I asked as I touched her hand to look more closely at the card. Not only was my curiosity present about the photo, but I was actually ecstatic about openly touching her without any negative responses.

“Yup, it was taken before last term started. You get a new one each semester.”

I pulled my hand away to see her smile. I looked over her eyes, the shape of her nose, the fullness of her lips, the gentle curve of her chin and jaw, and even the way the wind had redecorated her hair. All of it I found far beyond lovely. She was radiant even in the dim street lights. As close as she was to me, I had the impression that she wasn’t the least bit disgusted with me. She had accepted and was even comfortable with me. I couldn’t possibly hope for more but that didn’t stop me from wanting it. Fear however kept me from trying. Touching her directly, even though she had already made the first moves, might drive her away from me. I restrained myself from making any attempts to embrace her.

Renée leaned over again to put the card back and when she straightened she didn’t pull back at all. She rested both hands on my chest and I could feel the warmth of her breath as she looked into my eyes.

The weight of her body pressed to mine caused a mix of anxiety and excitement in me. I looked back into her eyes and wondered what would happen if I did touch her. Would she pull back and slap me? Would she welcome me? I didn’t know what to do and she noticed my angst.

“What’s the matter?” She asked gently.

I swallowed hard, trying to bite back the growing conflict of emotions, “I… I…” I closed my eyes and tried to steady myself. When I opened them, her eyes filled my field of vision. Those beautify sky blue orbs danced before me and I was too caught up in her splendor to say anything.

I stammered again, but she put a single finger to my lips. Even the soft skin of that digit had me going ‘gaga’. “Shhh. Don’t say a word. Let me say it for you.”

Her light blue eyes shown something I didn’t recognize. She pulled her finger away, and I felt her lips press to mine. Her lips were so soft and warm. The kiss was sensual, slow and timed.

Our lips parted ever so slightly. "You’ve found someone you like… and so have I.” She said it softly, and even with the wind howling through the trees, it was as if nothing else in the entire world existed. I didn’t know how to respond to what she said. I could only agree with her assessment.

She kissed me again and my body responded naturally. Our kissing became more urgent and soon her tongue slid into my mouth. My tongue raced to meet hers and I began pulling her tighter to me. I hadn’t realized I was holding her but the concern over her reaction was gone. Her arms slid up and around my shoulders and I could feel her immense bust pressing into my chest. Her legs moved up between mine and I was as hard as rock.

We maintained our embrace, getting our rhythm together. Her tongue and mine continued to dance in the cavern created by our lip lock. Not only did I take pleasure in the feel of her tongue snaking its way in and out of my mouth, but the feel of her whole body pressed to me as well. Breathing heavily, I noticed the delicate scent of her sweet perfume and it fueled my growing desire.

Renée broke our kissing, "We better go inside." Quickly she explained, "We don’t want to be interrupted by anyone else or worse, the police."

I nodded in agreement as she licked her lips. She took my hand and led me back to the party.

Chapter One (E) – Bathroom Intimacy

Any concerns I had before about reentering the house was gone as she pulled me along. Once inside I noticed that everything had died down, not as many people were present, and everything was far more relaxed.

A couple sat on the couch, their mouths locked in the same dance Renée and I was performing outside. Another guy looked up and watched us pass through. Just like the guys from the dorm elevator earlier, he didn’t seem to notice the extravagant beauty I was accompanying and for a breath of time I wondered why. As Renée pulled me from the main room and down a hall, I let the thought slip from me.

I looked Renée over from behind; her hips swayed with purpose and the curve of her body tempted me, but I didn’t want to push my luck. We stopped at another door and she opened it. I stepped through into an empty bathroom.

It was spacious yet quiet, with music drifting in from the main room softly. Overall the room was decorated in a light blue and white coordination along with small blue butterflies. With the amount of space available, it appeared that the room was originally intended for something else and the waterworks were added as an afterthought.

I looked back to Renée just as she locked the door. She looked back at me with a smile.

She walked toward me with a finger on her cheek and a coy look on her face. "Oh my. We’re locked in a bathroom all alone." She slid her finger down her neck and along the edge of one of her large breasts as she continued. "I wonder what we should do until it’s time to go?"

The trail of her finger led my point of vision down and brought out the way her breasts moved when she touched them. Her top seemed stretched to contain her heavy bosom. I was very certain that she hadn’t been that big when we left Texas Hall, but the sight so enticing that I wasn’t going to complain or ask questions. Then I looked back up to her eyes, and found her smile had grown. I looked away, embarrassed to have allowed myself to openly view her body with her watching me.

She stepped up to me, “Ral, its okay. If I didn’t want you to look, then I wouldn’t have tried to get you to.” She put her hands on my chest as she had done outside. “I was hoping that we could continue what we started in the parking lot.”

I looked back into her eyes and nodded slightly, aware that we were moving toward just that.

As her lips got closer to mine, she breathed one last bit, “and possibly more.”

She then locked her lips to mine before I could respond. Again, we held each other as our tongues danced. I relaxed more and allowed her to guide me to what she wanted. After a moment, she began moaning into my mouth. I could only pray that I didn’t go wrong as I had with Sally.

Renée pulled from our kiss and licked my lips. She smiled and stepped away from our embrace. I watched her walk back over to the door and turn around to face me as she clicked the lights off. “Have a seat.”

I looked around having only the dimness of a night light on the sink to see by. Only the floor was available, so I tried to get comfortable by leaning against a cabinet.

I found her in the low light and realized that she was removing her shoes.

“These shoes kill my feet,” she mentioned lightly. She then padded her way back to me and I liked her feet better without the shoes. They had been a fantastic display case, but there was something even more erotic about her bare feet. I couldn’t put my finger on it.

She stepped up and towered over me, a foot on either side of my Indian style legs. I had been focused on her feet as she walked, but when she stopped I began my visual trek up her long… long… long legs. Her fingers were crawling along the length of her skirt, pulling it up her thighs. Once she had it hiked up to her hips, I was left with a view of her velvety red panties. I looked up further to her immense tits protruding from her chest and finally I noticed her eyes watching me take in the sight of her.

She lowered herself slowly, keeping her back straight and her hands on her skirt. She spread her legs and crouched over my lap. When her bottom touched my legs, she lowered her knees one at a time to each side of me. The entire movement showed off the strength of her legs and she seemed to enjoy having me watch her perform.

Once seated, she scooted forward to press our bodies as close together as possible. I realized that she could most likely feel my excitement through her panties, but I didn’t stop her as I found it all too welcome.

She then reached up and took my glasses off. I watched her put them on the counter behind me. The top of her abundant chest came into view and I realized that I didn’t need my glasses to enjoy that sight.

Renée settled back onto my lap and I looked up to find her watching me again. She smiled and slid her hands up my chest and around my neck, pressed her copious bosom to me and breathed hot into my face. "You seem to be holding something back, Ral. I want to help you realize what you want and go for it." She leaned her head forward, touching her nose to mine. Her smile was irresistible.

I tried to explain my nervousness as I sat with her molded to me, but she shushed me again, “Tonight, just take what you want. I am." She then pressed her lips to mine to stifle any other responses I might muster.

My struggle with the need to feel her body waned and any warnings of problems vanished with that need. I wanted to feel as much of her as she would allow. I ran my hands up her bare, luscious thighs to her hips and around to her amazing ass. She moaned her acceptance into my mouth as my hands cupped each cheek and gave them a gentle squeeze.

The feeling of her body so close to mine was far beyond anything Sally and I ever did. The additional sensation of the way Renée was pressed around me rocketed my senses off into the heavens were pleasure was born. Renée’s tongue moved in and out of my mouth, and when she tempted my tongue out, she locked her lips around it and sucked on it like a Popsicle. I really got into her tongue-job and my hands began rubbing her delicious bottom. Then, my fingers slipped under the leg opening of her panties and I froze, thinking that I may have just gone too far.

She surprised me when she released my tongue and leaned forward to whisper, "Yes. Push them in. Touch me." She sucked on my earlobe as I pushed my fingers further under her panties.

I slipped my other hand in as well and began kneading her cheeks more. I could feel the heat of her arousal at the tips of my fingers as she nestled her face to my neck.

"You’re so close." She whispered as I moved my hands trying to grope as much of her as I could. Renée pressed her bosom to my chest harder and arched her back to allow me more freedom to her rear.

"Your hands are so big and feel so good." Her hot breath continued to encourage me.

"Move in a bit more," she instructed, and as I did, my fingers caressed a moist spot. "Yes!" She moaned heavily into my ear. "You’ve just touched my very wet, very hot pussy." She squirmed in my arms and I felt her hips move to slide her most tender area against my finger tips. I felt her lick and suck on my earlobe again, "Now, slide your fingers along my moist slit." I followed her instructions, "Yes, that’s it." I felt her folds part, "Oh, yes. You’ve just opened me." Her tongue caressed the edge of my ear and her hot breath continued to urge me on. "Now, just ease your finger forward, and feel my inner sex." I pushed into her more and she moaned her approval into my ear.

As Renée sighed in pleasure next to me, I wondered why my last girlfriend wouldn’t let me please her in the same way. I pushed those thoughts aside and closed my eyes to enjoy all of the sensations Renée was enjoying. Her massive melons pressed against my chest. Her hot breath, heavy words and soft lips caressed my ear. Her long, shapely legs squeezed my sides. Her seat was placed firmly in my hands and her pussy slid along one of my fingers. My own urges built and begged for release, but I clamped down my legs to hold on a bit longer.

Sliding my finger in and out of her slowly, I noticed her rocking in my lap to push my hand in deeper.

"I would really enjoy another finger. Just add as many as you want."

I adjusted my hand and slipped in two more fingers. She squealed her delight and began thrusting against me vigorously. She held my neck tight as if she might fall off if she didn’t. She cooed and moaned in my ear while her hips rocked. "Oh, yes. This feels so good." She stated as she continued to rhythmically ride my fingers. “Oh, yes. Don’t be afraid to feel me… God that feels good… explore my hot pussy with those wonderful fingers…”

I did just that; pushing my hand this way and that inside of her. As my fingers came into contact with various areas of her throbbing flesh, Renée squealed or moaned deeper. Soon she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck and smothered her screams of delight by locking her lips to mine as she shivered in her release. I could feel her entrance lock down on my hand and her juice flowed down to my palm.

She recovered and looked into my eyes. "That felt so very good. Now it’s your turn." Then she re-sealed our lip-lock. I resumed my attention to her succulent cheeks, smearing her spending on her soft skin.

I pulled her more tightly to me. Renée moaned her approval and reached down my throat with her tongue. Her hands ran up and through my hair as she held my mouth to hers. Her legs also responded by spreading further apart to allow us to grind together more freely. She pulled from the kissing a moment, and looked my face over, "You have something in your pants." She breathed and pressed her groin to mine harder.

I looked down in reaction to her movement and was met with the sight of her big soft breasts pressed together against my chest. I felt her hand at the back of my head and she drew my attention back to her face. Her eyes were lit up with delight and she pressed to me harder as her lips locked to mine again. My need for her began to overwhelm me and before I realized what was happening my hands pressed to the sides of her immense chest.

Suddenly, Renée pulled from our kiss. I looked up to find out what was wrong. I knew that I would do something she wouldn’t approve of, and letting go of my control was going to get me into trouble. But the smile on her face was reassuring and she crossed her arms between us.

She grabbed at the hem of her top and pulled up and off. The movement left her full bosom swaying freely. My eyes widened at the sight. Her breasts were golden tanned (even in the dim light), very round, very full, and large just didn’t cover it. Gargantuan would have been a better qualifier. Then there were the large nipples that continue to expand until they were as big as the last joint of my thumb. Even her areolas puffed up with her excitement. Showing me her treasured chest seemed to stimulate her more as she rubbed her hands over and under each breast then lifted them toward my face.

Her size was incredible. I would swear that they were implants due to their buoyancy and the lack of stretch marks, but from the way they moved around and molded to whatever came into contact with them I couldn’t conclude either way.

She didn’t wait for me to make up my mind, "I know you’ve been eager to see this."

I could hear her smiling as she said that and I knew how much she was enjoying my expression of admiration.

She lowered her breasts to their natural positions and reached down. My curiosity of feeling her was brought to reality by her guidance as she cupped herself with my hands. I felt the warmth of her flesh through my palms and the softness of her skin via my fingertips.

I looked up to her face and found a look of delight as she watched me enjoy touching her bountiful bosom. Her nipples pressed into my palms and moans escaped her lips as I gave each teat an initial squeeze. I almost lost it from the sensation, but I locked down on my groin harder to hold back my impending explosion.

I leaned forward and kissed her for the wonderful treat, indulging the kiss with a zeal that seemed to take her by surprise. She moaned into my mouth and pressed my hands into her swollen bosom harder. I hoped a good work over was what she wanted because I squeezed, massaged, and kneaded her incredible tits with a pent up vigor.

Having enjoyed my now excited tongue in a bit of a wrestle, Renée continued to make my night when she slid her mouth up to my ear, gently nibbled the lobe, and made a modest request: "I would love to feel your soft lips kiss my breasts and that luscious tongue lick my nipples."

I pressed my groin into hers even harder in response and started kissing my way down her neck. I shifted my hands around, uncovering my destination, and held her close as she leaned back. I found her breasts to be full, soft and of an unbelievable fragrance. I had noticed her perfume before and found it to be even more invigorating as I enjoyed the feast offered by such a delectable and sexy woman.

I kissed all over her breasts, occasionally lapping her skin with my tongue. Her arms confined them for me and held my head to her. My attention retrieved light moans and squeals as I nibbled, kissed, sucked and orally fondled her. Unable to take too much more teasing, Renée directed my groping lips straight to one of her nipples. I latched on and sucked hard.

I was quite sure that most everyone else could hear her as she moaned encouragement. "Oh yes, don’t stop. God, that feels so good. More please. Suck more of my tit into that wonderful mouth. Engorge yourself and don’t hold back."

The sound of her sultry voice was gratifying and to know that I was pleasing her like that made me feel better at the same time.

I switched over to the other nipple and give it an almighty tug; this returned to me a lot of pressure on my crotch as she ground into me. I looked up to find her head thrown back and I could feel the heat between her legs. I appreciated that she probably just soaked us both.

She continued to hold my face to her soft, immense chest and slowly lifted her head to look at me. The look in her eyes was the same as in the parking lot. I had an idea as to what it was though: Lust.

Her hands pulled my face from her lovely gems and she planted her mouth on mine. Her kissing was even livelier than before. The pleasure that I had given her thus far had turned her almost feral. She pulled away looking at me like a predator stalking its prey.

Chapter One (F) – First Time

Renee pulled from me completely and stood up. I watched her shuck her panties and skirt in one movement. With her standing over me in all her nude magnificence, I felt small and wondered what she had in mind next.

"Lay down." She commanded and I did so. She hadn’t given me a reason to believe that she wanted anything but sex, so I trusted that our engagement would continue as such.

Renée reached down and removed my shoes and socks. I took the hint and sat up just enough to pull off my shirt. She then knelt next to me and started unfastening my pants. I watched her hands move with excitement, as she said, "I know that you’ve been hiding something from me. Now I’m going to pull it out and really enjoy myself."

Once my pants were open she reached in and I could feel her warm hand wrap around me. Renée smiled as I pushed my pants and underwear down my thighs and kicked them off. After I settled back down, she stood my erection up and looked me over.

I never had a woman look at me fully erect before and thus didn’t know how she would react. Sally had felt my excitement in my pants as we kissed one time. She laughed but never told me what was funny. Holding my breath, I waited for Renée to respond.

Her hand slowly slid up and down my length. She finally looked over to my eyes and hers were on fire. She licked her lips and said, "You have a beautiful cock." The look of lust on her face and that statement relieved my fears. "Your girlfriend really didn’t know what she missed by turning you down. I feel very lucky to be your first." She looked back to what she was doing to me and I felt her other hand softly caress my aching scrotum as she licked her lips. Finally almost as if she was speaking directly to my penis, "I hope you don’t mind me being your first." She looked up and smiled at me while caressing my hard dick with her soft cheek.

I watched as she stroked me and observed the veins throb under her touch. I felt the heat of her breath as she drew closer and the wetness of her kisses and tongue. Then waves of pleasure ripped through me as she took the tip into her mouth. Suddenly, I was convulsing and I pumped into her hot mouth as my climax broke over me.

I relaxed in the glowing aftermath of what just happened, but occasionally shuddered as Renée continued to orally fondle me. I laid there trying to catch my breath and Renée reached up to rub on my chest. I looked to see her licking the remnants of my explosion from me. I watched her show as she dragged her tongue up my length and kissed the tip. I smiled gently at her as I recovered some strength.

Her smile persuaded me to go for more and I didn’t want to disappoint her. I reached for her face and pulled her up onto me until our lips meet. I drove my tongue into her mouth, trying to match the depth of throat penetration she’d been doing to me. After a moment, she pulled from me and showed me why I wouldn’t be able to.

Her tongue slithered out of her mouth and reached down well past her chin. I saw it but couldn’t believe it. After retracting her tongue, she threw a leg over my hips and pushed on my chest to sit up. Her wet, heated slit was directly on top of my still pulsing member. She lifted herself on her knees and reached between her legs, taking me in her hand. She lowered herself down until the tip pressed to her. "Mmm, enjoy yourself," she said with a wink.

The feeling of her hot, wet opening wrapping itself around me was wholly unbelievable, but I readily accepted it and pulled her down via her hips.

I watched her breasts rise and fall with her breathing. Once I was completely buried inside of her, Renée smiled a satisfied look. Her eyes found mine again and she started moving her hips in circles and squeezing me with her inner walls. Her warmth and tightness sent waves of pleasure completely through me, and I began feeling like I did just before my first orgasm. My instincts kicked in and I tried to thrust deeper into her.

She moaned at my plunges, "Oh yes. Drive your beautiful cock deep into me." She leaned forward, and held herself over me with a hand on either side of my head. Her mouth was open wide as she panted heavily in tandem with our mutual humping. Her eyes locked onto mine as she started driving counter to my thrusts, gaining deeper penetration with each grunt.

My hands roamed up her sweaty body and to her enormous bust again. I immediately zeroed in on her nipples and give them a good squeeze. She responded with a moan and shifted her weight to pull my head to her chest. Her inaudible request for oral attention was noted and I sucked on each nipple, pulling hard to pleasure her treasures.

Her bouncing thrusts became more forceful down onto me and I in turn continued to push up into her with all my might. Our pounding resulted in audible slaps of her hips to mine and she was soon stuffing my head deeply into her chest as she clutched me in orgasm. The sudden, strong spasms of her vagina sent me over the edge as well and I exploded into her pushing in as deep as possible.

I laid back and she collapsed on top of me. Both of us enjoyed the glow of our mutual releases. I held her to me and she curled up enjoying the cuddle.

Her legs squeezed to my sides and she moaned a sigh of satisfaction. She kissed me softly on the cheek, "Thank you."

“Thank you,” I returned as I rub my cheek along hers. I had never felt better. I didn’t think I could perform like that, but she seemed happy with our joining and the idea alone sky-rocketed me from self-loathing to more confident than I had ever been.

I felt her inner walls squeeze me as she started sliding back and forth again. I wasn’t sure I could last for a third go and reality agreed with me. We both jumped at the knocking on the door. A muffled voice informed us that the party was dying and everyone was heading home. Renée leaned forward and gave me another mind-blowing mouth full of tongue. I ran my hands over as much of her as possible while we kissed. Finally, we untangled from each other.

After pulling herself from me, Renée slid a hand down my chest and to the mess around my pulsing member. She smiled up at me then leaned over and took it into her mouth. I watched in relaxed fascination as she cleaned me and licked up our spending from my loin and belly.

Smiling down at me, she got up and fetched a wet washcloth. I sat up as she sat on the edge of the bathtub and spread her legs to clean herself.

Moving quickly, I took the washcloth from her. Renée looked at me questioningly, and then smiled as I gently cleaned her damp sex. Seeing her up close after cleaning her off, I couldn’t help but reach up and kiss her on her lower lips, while keeping my eyes locked onto hers. I was fairly sure that my message was clear. "I would love to do this again." She seemed to agree with a moan of delight.

I got up and got dressed. She stuffed her panties in her purse and pulled her top and skirt back on. I grabbed my glasses and she turned the light on. I noticed the size of her nipples was much larger than I originally thought as they stood proudly against the fabric of her shirt. She smiled at me and we left the bathroom, hand in hand.

We got my stereo strapped into her car again, but not without a bit of fun in the process. Renée didn’t seem to be able to keep her hands off of me, and I wasn’t going to complain. At one point I was bent over buckling a seat belt around the last speaker and before I backed out of the car, I felt Renée behind me running both of her hands up my thighs and over my butt cheeks. Having been caught off guard, I jumped a bit and she giggled about it. When I straightened up and turned around, she apologized in a fake pout sort of way. That got a grin out of me and her task was accomplished.

We arrived at Trinity House and the quiet night air was filled only with the sound of crickets. For a moment we both sat, enjoying not only the serenity of the night but each others presence. I turned to look at Renée only to find her looking back at me. She had a slight smile playing across her lips.

"What?" I asked. After the evening we had spent together, I still didn’t know what to think of her.

The dreamy look on her face disappeared in a flash and she smiled more, "Nothing." Before I could respond, she slid over in the seat to get closer to me. I leaned forward and her open mouth welcomed mine.

Our kissing got hot and heavy very fast and soon I was sliding my hand up under her top. She moaned into my mouth and I felt her hand fondling my crotch in return. Before a single stitch of clothing was removed, Renée pulled from our kiss. "We better not do this..."

Remembering what she had said about not wanting to be interrupted, especially by the police, I offered an idea: "Why don’t we take my stereo up to my room?"

With her hand still on my crotch and my hand still on her fleshy breast, she nodded her agreement.

The elevator gave us a moment for more oral stimulation, then after unlocking my dorm room, we dropped the stereo and grabbed at each other frantically. Again, before either of us could pull clothes from the other, Renée stopped our kissing. "Ral, I have enjoyed myself so much this evening and I would love to have you again and again, but I have to get up early for scheduled errands in the morning. Please understand I really do want you."

I nodded agreement to wanting her.

She smiled gently, "What are you doing tomorrow?"

I shook my head, "Nothing. Why?"

She tilted her head to the side, "Because I want to see you again. I’m hoping to get you naked and have that wonderful cock either in my mouth or deep in my pussy, preferably both."

Her response got me revved up all over again. I hug her, “More would be good.”

I walked her back down to her car. The night air had taken on more warnings of rain. Renée turned to me and took my hands, pulling me close to her. We kissed again, except with the slow, sensual timing we started with earlier. Renée's eyes were smoldering as we pulled from the kiss. She shook her head slightly as if clearing away fog or an urge. "Tomorrow morning at 10 a.m., I'll be at Charlie’s Cafe having coffee. Meet me there."

"Where's the cafe?" I hadn't explored the entire campus yet.

"You'll find it on the campus map. It’s on the corner of Cooper and UTA Boulevard."

"Ok."

Before I could respond, Renée gave me one final ear-popping kiss then got in her car and drove off. I stood there too blown away to react.