I was a fresh off the boat foreign grad student. The first semester was tough in terms of adjusting to the new environment and being away from family and friends. What made it worst was the long distant relationship with my girlfriend back home. With thousands of miles between us, and no cheaper way to communicate (pre-social media days) the relationship didn't last long, thereby adding to my depression. Luckily, the university had internet available 24/7, and from there started my journey into yahoo chat (Yep! I am that old). I started chatting and made some friends. I grew especially close to one of them, Millie. We exchanged phone numbers, and soon Millie and I were in a relationship. She was from out of town studying at another university. Every minute that we were not in our classes, we spent talking on the phone.
We exchanged pictures (non-nude) over the email. What I could gather from her pics was that Millie had a beautiful cleavage, but I couldn't assess the rest of her body since, in most of her pics she would be wearing regular clothes such as jeans t-shirts etc. nothing too sexy. Some of the pics did show her tight ass and strong thighs. That was enough for my imagination to run wild. I would masturbate several times a day, thinking about her and the things I would do to her. It goes without saying that much of our conversation over the phone was sexual. The more sexual the conversation got, the more softly I would talk since I was sharing the apartment with a few other students.
The busy semester kept us from meeting up. It was a 3-hour drive from her town to mine. Finally, we both couldn't take it any longer. It was decided that she would drive up to my place, the weekend before the Thanksgiving weekend, because she would obviously be spending the Thanksgiving holidays with her family, who lived an hour away from her university.
Finally, the day came. I had already ordered my roommates to get the hell out of the apartment after breakfast and not show up till evening. The bell rang, I checked myself in the mirror one last time and opened the door. There she was, nervous and utterly beautiful. Her long hair was let loose. There was very minimal makeup on her face. Her slender neck was adorned with a tiny heart-shaped pendant which was given to her by her grandmother. She looked gorgeous in a light-yellow shirt which showed just enough cleavage and there was the birth mark, a little to the left. The shirt was neatly tucked into a black skirt, which stopped a little above the knees. The skirt hugged her hips giving me a pretty good idea of the fantastic ass it was covering.
I quickly returned from my thoughts and invited her in. I knew that there would be the initial awkwardness since we were meeting for the first time. If I didn't do something to get over it as soon as possible, then I would be stuck in this twilight zone. As soon as she was in, I said "Welcome," and hugged her tightly while whispering in her ear, "I missed you so much." I made sure that my lips touched her ears lobes gently. She smiled and managed a "me too" under her breath.
I gestured her to sit on the sofa and went into the kitchen to get some juice. She took the seat next to the sofa arm. I handed her the juice and sat next to her. I put her legs across my lap, took her shoes off and began gently massaging her feet.
"How was the drive?" I asked.
"Not too bad. I left early so, I missed the early hours traffic. Plus, I drove crazy fast."
"You were that desperate to see me?" I asked with a naughty smile.
"You have no idea," she said with a naughty wink and began to gently rub her feet together. Her skirt slipped a little above her knees and my hands began to move up gently massaging and touching her. My hands were between her thighs. She had well-toned thighs and of course she had waxed them a day or so ago. As my hand proceeded further, making gentle circles along her inner thighs, she closed her eyes and was biting her lips. I touched her silk panties. They were soaking wet.
As I touched her pussy lips through the panties. The pleasure was uncontrollable, she arrested my hand with her thighs. I used my other hand to unbutton her shirt...gently...one by one. She had the most perfect pair of breasts covered by a black lacey bra. The plunge bra accentuated her beautiful cleavage. The scent oozing out of her cleavage was mesmerizing. I proceeded to touch her boobs but the position we were in, made it difficult to move my left hand. I dropped the idea of using my hand and began kissing her breasts. She helped by unclasping the front-clasp bra. He beautiful breast lay exposed with an exquisite small pink nipple. My eyes widened with excitement and lust.
My lips and tongue got closer to her nipple she used both her hands to push my head into her bosom. I licked the tip of the nipple and took it in my moist mouth. She let out a very audible moan, spreading her legs a little. My hand could once again start exploring the curves and crevices between her thighs. Her pussy was dripping wet. I moved her panties a little to the side and just then, the damn phone rang. We both looked into each other's eyes. Reluctantly, but I wanted to pick up the phone. As soon as I moved a bit, my hand was arrested again and her eyes begged me not to move. She was at the peak of excitement, where a little flick to her clit would make her come. She didn't want me to pick up the phone but I was worried that it might be my roomies giving me a curtsey call before coming in.
"It could be my roomies coming back home. I really need to get this." I whispered.
"Please don't," she managed to say. Then continued with "They are back so early, should they?"
