He met her at Saturday night frat house party, the first mixer of the year, when the prettiest new girls
on campus were invited for the guys to “mount a few trophies” in their rooms. Tall, slim as a whip with shoulder length black hair, liquid dark brown eyes and a faint Spanish accent, she looked like a model. The taut firm breasts and ass pressing against her expensive dark grey dress were obviously unconstrained by underwear. She wore open-toed high heeled sandals that made her taller, stretching her already long legs ‘til it seemed they went forever up heaven-ward. She had a small mouth, dark red lipstick and rouged high cheekbones.
Every guy in the room had his eye on her, even ones with steady girlfriends.
When Ed walked up and asked her if she’d like a drink or to dance she answered “yes” with a slight quirk of a smile at the corners of her sexy mouth. Seeing his momentary confusion, she clarified her answer, “both.” When he came back moments later with a double-bourbon on the rocks, she tossed it back in a single
gulp. She took his hand, leading him into the mass of bumping, grinding, sweaty bodies that blocked the dance floor. Several songs later, she sent him for another drink. An hour later, he was at the edge of the party deck at the rear of the frat house, struggling to behave in an appropriate way, not quite certain what was appropriate at that moment.
He asked if she wanted a hit, she nodded & they stepped outside in the night air. When he lit the thin joint of primo hydroponic weed, she inhaled almost half in her first puff. He smoked it to the roach after it passed between them a few times each, when she asked if he’d like to do a little coke.
Never having done it before, but in such awe of this sensual beauty, Ed said he’d love to. They walked around front where cars, trucks and motorcycles of every size, quality and description were parked. His eyes devoured her as he watched her smooth ass, while she fluidly moved across the dark lawn to a small dark import car. She pressed a button on a bracelet she wore, the car alarm chirped off as the doors unlocked. Her keys were in the ignition already as she indicated the passenger seat to him, and climbed in the driver’s side.
He started to become erect as she lowered her slinky body into the low seat, her dress riding up, the slit giving a clear view of her lean tanned thigh. She kicked off her sandals, stretching her bare feet, opened the glove-box, taking out a vial of coke, a small hand mirror and a tiny pocket knife. In seconds she’d drawn eight thin lines of white powder and reaching under the driver’s seat extracted her purse, and had a rolled twenty dollar bill held to snort the first two lines.
She held it for him as Ed sucked the powder into his right nostril, then his left. Seconds after, the effect hit him, a fast-moving rush of adrenalin lifting his thoughts, awakening him like he hadn’t been in weeks. She’d siphoned two more lines when he realized she was holding out the last two for him. Again he inhaled and felt the crescendo rush to his brain as she wet a finger-tip and wiped up the last traces of the powder.
“Pull down your zipper Ed,” she whispered in her quiet accent. When he hesitated, she smiled, “oh come on, I won’t hurt you...” When he released his erection, she smeared the residue of coke on the head of his penis. It tingled a long moment, then he felt the head numb gradually.
She started the car, reversing out of the parking space, her bare toes working the peddles deftly. As she maneuvered briskly through the campus, she pressed a button and the sunroof opened to a starlit night sky. She drove across campus, pulling into a small lot on a hill overlooking ‘faculty row,’ a triple line of townhouses where some professors and visiting lecturers lived. His erection pointed skyward from his open fly as she undid their seatbelts, reaching up to grasp the edge of the open sunroof.
She eased her long legs over the shifter and her body to his side of the car. With a flick of her wrist, she hiked her skintight dress up to reveal her bare ass. Reaching back with the same hand, she pulled his fly all the way down as she lowered her fantastic body into his lap. Ed felt her wet heat engulf his stiff prick as her wet slit took him deep inside. She moved up and down quietly as he reached between her parted thighs. Encountering her bare mound, he slid a finger down to massage her clit. Seconds later, she was biting her wrist, stifling a cry as she came. Her wetness was evident as she continued bouncing on Ed’s lap.
He couldn’t remember lasting so long before when he remembered the coke she rubbed on the head of his hard flesh. She climaxed at least four times and his lap was soaking wet from her juices. After what had to be a half-hour or more of steady fucking, he felt his balls tighten and the surge of orgasm build within him. She felt it too. Just as he was erupting like a small volcano, she lifted off, so his spray of semen splattered over the front of his shirt, belly and pants. Lifting herself back into the driver’s seat, she reached over, zipped him up again and gave him a quick peck on the lips. She started the car and drove again. Before Ed knew it, she was dropping him off in front of the frat housewith a quick kiss good-night.
Monday morning Ed stumbled into his second class of the morning, Beginning Spanish 101. As he reached into his pack for a notebook, the instructor walked in. Even in jeans, a silk blouse and runners, he knew her. She glanced at the students, giving Ed a small wink of recognition. “Good morning students,” she said confidently. “I am Senorita Evita Escobar, from Columbia, here doing research during this term. I’ll also be instructing you in Espanola, perhaps leaving you with a little understanding of my language, a few insights into my culture, meeting and making the acquaintance of some of you people too.”
