When I met her, we were both approaching the elevator on the 14th floor of our coed dormitory. I had seen her in passing a few times, but honestly, didn't even know we lived on the same floor. She wore a low cut black camisole that was tucked into a white calf-length pleated skirt, rounded out by a pair of red lace-up strappy heels. Subdued, but with just enough accent from the heels to draw your eye. Her dark curly hair fell just past her shoulders and framed her almond-shaped green eyes, dainty nose and supple lips that she'd highlighted with a red gloss to match her heels.

As we approached the door, I noted that she was carrying an armful of books held tightly against her torso, fortuitously pressing her breasts against each other more seductively than she likely realized or intended. I estimated them to be full B's currently masquerading as C's as they threatened to spill out of the deep "V" in her shirt.

I arrived at the elevator first, pressing the button as she approached. She instinctively offered a thank-you. I said, "Well, it was a laborious effort, but somebody's gotta do it." She crinkled her nose and eyebrows trying to read me. I kept a straight face, my eyes locked on the elevator door, for as long as I could manage before slowly cracking a half smile and wadding my own face to match hers. The door opened, and I motioned for her to enter first, quickly following her in to get the button again. "Allow me, miss." I reached for the ground floor button, pausing questioningly. She nodded. I tapped the button and made a show of wiping my brow from "all of the effort I'd exerted". This time I got a little chuckle.

The elevator motor whirred and began its notoriously slow descent. I offered a little small talk to pass the time. "Where are you headed with those books? and.... why no backpack?"

"I'm just dropping these at the front desk. My friend is coming by to get them later," she explained.

"So, you're headed out for the evening?"

"Yeah, just meeting someone at the sub for coffee, I guess."

I made a show of admiring her outfit. "From the looks of things, possibly a guy?"

She puffed her checks as she nodded her head.

"Well, I'm headed to the sub to watch whatever is passing for a classic movie this week with some friends. Maybe I'll see ya there.... *awkward pause as it registered that's not what she had in mind at all*... uh... I mean, hope your date goes well?"

She giggled at my awkwardness. "Thanks, but who said it's a date?"

"The outfit is strongly suggestive."

"You like my outfit?"

"That feels like a trap of a question... I only acknowledged NOTICING your outfit. What makes you think it looks good... I mean, just because the top hugs your curves perfectly and those heels and the length of your skirt seem custom-made to show off your shapely calves. Nothing to see here, folks!" I winked.

She seemed to like the off-handed compliment. "Well, either way, I'll be sure to keep your "casual" assessment in mind next time I think about wearing it."

The elevator stopped and the doors opened. She headed to the front desk. I started out the door but hesitated hoping she'd let me walk her over. I glanced back across the lobby only to see a guy lift himself out of his chair and start toward her. The date, I expertly surmised. I let the door close behind me and headed on over to the sub.

The movie was something from the 80's with Tom Hanks and a mermaid, ummm... Plunge? eh, not important. Anyway, the highlight was Daryl Hannah's tits. I did manage to see it to the end and then headed for the door. As I approached, a flash of red caught my eye to the left. I turned to see the same lace-up heels I'd spent a few pleasant moments in the elevator with. She was sitting on a tall stool at one of the "pub tables" near the window. Assuming she was still on her date, I intended to just cast a wave in her direction if she ever looked up. She raised her head. I tipped my fingers to my forehead in a friendly gesture. She smiled much bigger than I expected. I stopped and mouthed at her "Still on the date?" She curled one side of her mouth up in frustration and shook her head. I, of course, went over. "What happened?"

She explained that things were going pretty well, but at some point he got a text on his phone and from that point forward seemed incredibly distracted. She had gotten tired of being the third wheel to he and his phone and excused herself. She'd been sitting at the pub table for about 20 minutes just sipping an Italian cream soda. I playfully suggested that she just wanted to make sure she was seen in her "nothing-to-see-here" outfit. She snorted a little. It wasn't unpleasant. "Listen. If you need me to, I could probably allow myself the utter displeasure of sitting here with you for a bit so you don't look all alone and desperate," I winked at her as she looked up questioningly. She shook her but replied, "My hero!"

We chitchatted there at the high table for maybe half an hour, and then I goaded her with "I think I've been put out enough at this point. May I walk you back to the dorm and put us both out of our misery?" She shook her head at me again in disbelief, but then, "No, but I'm going back to the dorm on my own... WITHOUT the assistance of some random, creepy man. You are welcome to tag along if you can stand it." Now she was playing back with me. I broke a big smile and reached out my hand to help her down from the stool as I stepped off myself.

We made more small talk as we made our way across campus. When we arrived back at the dorm, I made another show of "getting the elevator" for her. When we arrived on our floor, I continued to tag along as she turned down the hall toward her room. She looked over her shoulder at me suspiciously. "OK, creepy man. You're coming all the way with me?" "Someone might see you out here alone in that "date outfit" if I don't. What would they think of you coming home all alone?" She rolled her eyes at me this time, but continued to allow me to follow.

When we reached her door, she turned to face me before putting the key in the lock. "This is as far as you go, sir. There's no one to see me once I'm inside." "You don't wanna come home from a date without even so much as a peck on the cheek, do you?" I responded coyly. "From you? The "casual observer"?" I didn't give her time to finish, leaning in quickly to kiss her on the cheek. To my surprise, she turned her head slightly, my lips landing on the corner of hers. I pulled back just enough that I could make sure that wasn't a repulsive response. Her eyes said it wasn't.

I slipped my hand around her waist and pulled her toward me to close the 1 inch gap I had created between us. My lips met hers and tangled together. It felt like the perfect fit. Maybe it was just her. Her lips were perfect, and she seemed to know it. I gently sucked her bottom lip, and then tilted my head to help spread it from the top, slipping my tongue inside. She met my tongue with hers, massaging the tip as we both explored inside each other's mouths. She wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled her body tight against me. Her breasts pressing into me as the heels brought her close to my height. I pushed her back against the wall, the fingers of both hands beginning to trace along the top of her skirt. She rolled her hips in response. I took that as an invitation to slip my hand down the back. I was reaching for her ass cheek, expecting to feel fabric from some sort of panties, but just beneath the hem of the camisole I found nothing but bare flesh. Was this a thong? or was she wearing nothing beneath this skirt? I needed to know but didn't want to seem overly aggressive. To try and distract myself from the task at hand, I slid my other hand around between us and then up to her breast. I gave it a gentle squeeze. She arched her back, simultaneously pressing her breast and her ass cheek more firmly into my hand. That was my cue.

I pulled my hand out of the waist of her skirt and began to work the bottom up with my fingertips until I could feel the back of her thigh beneath it. My palm flattened against her shapely leg. I gave her bottom lip a firm nibble as made my move. My fingers wrapped around to the inner thigh, and I moved my hand up toward her pussy. I got my answer before my fingers ever reached her lips. She was dripping down her leg. I paused when I felt it, pulled my lips away from hers for a moment, locking eyes as I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth into a grin. She cocked her head seductively and I pressed our lips back together as I moved my fingertips on up until I found the source of the wetness. She let out a soft moan as my fingers brushed the folds. I moved them in a slow circular motion, occasionally curling my fingertips between her lips which always seemed to make her press herself against them.

My fingertips quickly became thoroughly drenched, as well. I wanted to know how she tasted, but what if she thought that was too forward? I decided to risk it. I pulled my lips away from hers, kissed around to her neck and then up toward her ear and whispered as I pulled my hands from beneath her skirt, "May I know how you taste?" I nodded toward my fingertips. It took her a second to realize I wanted to lick my fingers. When it clicked, she grabbed my hand and pulled it toward her own mouth. She took my first finger deep between her lips and sucked it clean. "Wouldn't you like to know?" she purred. Before I could answer, she took my middle finger and rubbed it all around her lips. "Come find out." I didn't hesitate. I tied our lips together again just long enough to get a taste of her sweet nectar. I leaned back planning to ask for a drink from the source.....

DING! The elevator doors were opening. We both quickly collected ourselves as best we could. The doors locked back and out stepped another girl. Her eyes turned up to meet mine and then closed regretfully. "I'm sorry," she mouthed at me, then aloud, "It's my friend that came for the books. I have to go inside." I took a deep breath, adjusted myself beneath my jeans and stepped back. "Thanks for letting me walk you home," I said loud enough for the friend to hear me. She swallowed hard and tried to hide a bashful grin. I smiled back at her and turned to retreat to my room.

.... to be continued.