Like many college students I had a cash flow problem. My solution was to become a resident advisor for the college. I got a nice paycheck, a nice room all to myself and best of all I got to work under Beth. Beth was a recent grad who worked for the college as one of the hall directors. When I met her, my first passing impression was that she reminded me of a much younger girl. She was about 5'5" short straight brown hair and brown eyes that just smiled at you. She was very thin weighing maybe 95 lbs. My eyes often strayed to her small a-cup breasts that barely poked through her tee shirts, or her smooth shaved legs.
Though I was attracted to her the first year I worked with her, I never thought to do anything about it, as I already had a girlfriend. My second year was different.
That winter, my girlfriend and I had broke up, and my schoolwork began to suffer. So Beth called me in for a meeting about my situation. Beth worked out of an office during the day but stayed in her own on-campus apartment (which was more of a house unto itself) at night. This was where our meeting was to take place. I walked up to her door and rang the bell. She answered wearing a large sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. "It's still snowing I see, sorry to make come out in this weather." She said.
"Oh it's not a problem." I responded as I entered her house. She led me into her living room and motioned for me to sit down on the couch.
"Can I get you anything to drink?" She asked
"No thanks I am all set."
She smiled shrugged her shoulders and then sat down on the couch next to me. We began talking, mostly niceties at first and then she began to probe me for information on how I was really doing. So I told her about the breakup and how it was weird to finally be alone after two years with my ex. I noticed that she reacted but tried to hide what she was thinking when I first mentioned it. But that from that point on she seemed distracted.
After I finished telling her about what had happened, I asked her what was on her mind, as she seemed preoccupied. She blew my question off knowing and stood up, a playful smile played upon her face and she asked me again if I wanted something to drink. Again I politely refused. She left the room for the kitchen. I thought nothing of it until she came back in carrying two glasses and a bottle of red wine. She wordlessly set them down on the end table in front of us and poured us both a full glass. Then she turned around and handed one to me.
"Here this will take your mind off your troubles."
