The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

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 day’s 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 show 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 would help me to 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 regarding how I was 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 my depression. There was also the thought that the blonde might not even show up for the orientation at all. There was a very good 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 awestruck, 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 there. 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 the exact shade of blue from the shirt, but it was close enough... I hoped.

The building, like all the others on 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 made 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 led everyone through the school pledge. I noticed that none of the sorority members looked anything like the two blondes I saw the night of my arrival, but that didn’t mean anything really. There was only one representative from each organization.

I didn’t recall the speeches from the previous orientation. Perhaps I had arrived afterwards. I let the thought pass.

The solemn passage ended with a storm of chaos. Everyone walked around, talked and hit the food tables. By that point, I had finally relaxed a bit and began my effort to find a 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 with the noise of the gathering. Our conversation was interrupted when someone asked about a portable stereo system they could 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 back flip into a nice, tight knot. Taking off my glasses long enough to rub my eyes, I felt like I was opening a veil as I put them back on to see properly.

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 the new outfit she wore 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 heeled shoes. 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 wasn’t 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 at 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 her 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’s 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.

“So, where do you live?” She asked over the roof of her car.

Startled out of just staring I answered, “Oh, over in Trinity House.”

She looked behind her toward the dorm, which sat just across the street, and then back at me with a smile. “Cool. Get in.”

I couldn’t stop myself from looking at her again and again as we drove over to my dorm. Even though it took less than two minutes to get there, it felt like a lot longer. 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 blood rush to my face.

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

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

I was taken aback by her compliment 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 we entered the main lobby 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 started 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 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 madman, 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 the stereo wasn’t 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 used a seatbelt to hold the entire system in place.

When I backed out of the car I accidentally bumped into Renée. I didn’t know she had been standing right behind me. 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 to have my eyes on her. I climbed into the car when she started it up.

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 the center 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, my depression returned. I looked around the crowded room. A multitude of people were drinking, talking and having fun. I started having an 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’m 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 lose. 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?”

“Fifty-three.”

“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 there. 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 herself? 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 than 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 made by her enormous breasts 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 badly. 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?”

“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 had 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 center 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 blowup.

“I had this date setup to perfection. I set up this table with some of the best dinnerware 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 backyard, 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 in a far away voice, “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 with a knowing grin, “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 and she... um...” 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 had 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 is what you think love is all about then we are finished. “ 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. Sally and I were friends for a long time before we started dating. If I take my time, maybe I can develop a good friendship with Renée and it’ll 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 had 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 nonetheless. 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 where 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 had thought it was a sorority initiation of some kind. Not wanting to disturb Renée more than she already was, I didn’t mention anything about it. Besides wouldn’t it be some guy in a van taking those 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 or any other personal items? Something about that scene really troubled me.

I felt an overwhelming urge to hold Renée to protect her from the monsters that terrified her. Logic kept me focused and though holding probably wouldn’t be allowed, maybe words of comfort would help. “Wouldn’t a kidnapping happen in some out of the way place while the victim was alone? You know, no witnesses and such... 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 in 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 citywide 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 for her to get a mistaken idea since her body had me reacting so strongly. Every time I looked over at 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 hadn’t wanted Sally in that way and it had taken quite some time before I had realized my attraction to her. I barely knew Renée, yet I was drawn to her so... naturally.

I decided on the 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 with 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 autopilot 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 Community Center, 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 onto 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’m guessing I’ll get mine when I sign up for classes.”

“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 aroused by 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 streetlights. 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 attempt 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.

She put a single finger to my lips to stifle any further stammering. 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 showed 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.