Doug Jenkins wandered through the library in search of a place to sit and study. He found an empty armchair and sat down, opening his history book and beginning his assignment. Several hours later, after he had finished all of his work and the library was closing, he got up and stretched. As he stood, he saw a purse in the chair across from him, but knew that no one had been sitting there the whole time he had been there. He picked it up and thought, “Someone must have left this. I’ll bring it back to my room and find the person tomorrow.” He tucked it into his backpack and headed back to his dorm room.
Meanwhile, in her room, Katie Kennedy was searching all around for her pocketbook. She said to herself, “Oh, great! My drivers license, my credit cards, AND my school ID were in there, I can’t believe I lost it!” After satisfying herself that she was not going to find it in her room, that it indeed was lost, she went to bed, resolving to retrace her steps in the morning.
Doug opened the purse and began to look through it, searching for evidence of whom it might belong to. He opened the wallet, which was tan plaid, and saw inside her drivers license – Katie A. Kennedy, 5’6”, brown hair, blue eyes, he read. He looked at her picture approvingly – she was hot!
He went to his computer, sat down, and accessed the student directory online. He found her number, picked up his phone, and dialed her. She picked up, “Hello?”
“Katie?”
“Yes, who is this?”
“My name is Doug Jenkins, I found your purse in the library yesterday.”
“Oh, you did? That’s great! Do you have it?”
“Yes, I have it right here with me.”
“Oh, awesome! I’d do anything to get it back, there’s some really important stuff in there!”
“How do you want me to get it to you?”
“Why don’t you come over to my room, Wood 133, around 7 tonight?”
“Great! See you then.”
“Bye!”
Dave hung up the phone, thinking about her sexy, sultry voice. He replayed her words in his head: “I’d do anything to get it back…” Suddenly he came up with an idea, and he couldn’t wait to go over to her room that evening. He began counting the hours until he could meet her in person.
That evening…
At 7:00 exactly Katie heard a knock on her door. She had found herself strangely thinking about the conversation she had had with Doug all day long, and as she went to the door she found herself straightening her skirt and running her fingers through her hair. She opened the door and looked up into the face of a 6’1” tall man, her age, with blonde hair and blue eyes and a sturdy, muscular frame.
She invited him in and turned away to let him enter. His eyes followed her, loving how she was even more perfect than he had pictured – her waist was tiny, her ass perfect, her brown hair silky and smooth, her eyes soft and endearing. She looked at him and flashed him a smile that nearly made him melt as she sat on her bed, motioning for him to sit on her desk chair across from her. He took his seat and as she crossed her legs he got a great view of her smooth white thighs. She asked, “Do you have my purse?” while uncrossing and recrossing her legs, making him swallow hard before answering. He said, “Yes, I have it…”
“Well?” she questioned, her skirt sliding away to reveal several more inches of her creamy skin. He gulped and in one move knelt in front of her, his hand tracing a path along her calf up to her exposed thigh, “Oh God, you are so hot – even hotter than I imagined – I don’t think I want to give your purse back just yet.”
