I spotted her at the shuttle bus stop right next to my apartment while I was on my way to the first day of the summer session at the University. Carrie was very tall, very blonde, and very nice looking, and carrying a lot of books. I had one semester to go to get my undergraduate degree; she looked to be in her late twenties. She almost dropped a stack of books and I caught them, and then offered to carry them onto the bus for her. The good news was that she smiled a very pretty smile at me; the bad news was that I noticed a big engagement ring on her hand.
She had just moved into my apartment complex. She was in graduate school and was pushing to complete her PhD. by the end of the summer. She spent all her time on campus or in her apartment working. She was engaged to a professor at a college in a neighboring state and they planned to set the date to get married after she had completed her PhD, because she had an offer to teach at a junior college close to the professor's job.
That's as much as I learned before she got off at her campus stop. As I watched her walk tantalizingly away, I thought about how nice it would be to get to know her better. I was taking only the one course that I needed to graduate, and my hours at the store where I worked were down with fewer students staying in town for summer school, so I had time to chase her. I figured she had to eat. So the next time I saw her at the bus stop, I invited her to come up to my apartment while I burned some steaks on the hibachi, and after several tries, she finally agreed to come over Friday night, as long as she could go right back to her apartment and her school work after supper.
She must have been cooped up in her apartment and talking to herself for a while, because I just had to feed her and listen, and she told me a lot. Her fiancé was a very conservative guy about 10 years older than she who spent 4 nights a week at his church, was on a mission trip to Brazil this summer, and was a strict believer in absolutely no premarital sex, even for engaged couples! She thought he was wonderful and perfect for her, but I heard reservations in her voice. I asked her if she knew if they were compatible sexually, she looked at me like she had never considered the question. "Why would you ask that?"
I told her all about my friend Will who had married his dream girl about two years ago. She was just as strictly religious as Carrie's professor fiancé claimed to be, and also drop dead gorgeous. She could have walked right out of a 'Girls of the Midwest" photo feature in Playboy, but of course she would never agree to appear in the magazine. Will had accepted that she would not even consider premarital sex, but she told him that once they were married, she was looking forward to giving herself to him every night, and being faithful forever. That sounded good, and she definitely got his motor running! So they got married and he was thinking the honeymoon would be a dream come true. But she had a very narrow definition of 'giving' that amounted to straight sex in the missionary position only, under the covers, and with the lights out. She didn't even like much foreplay, saying she just wanted to 'do her wifely duty' and get pregnant as soon as possible, but she was 'willing' to do her duty every night!
But after a year of pleading and trying, she still absolutely refused all his requests for other sexual positions, having the lights on, or even more extensive foreplay. He was terribly frustrated, having this great looking wife but being sexually bored and unfulfilled. That explained why when his friends (like me) told him how lucky he was to have such a hot wife, he got this terrible look on his face but would not discuss it. I later learned the reason for his frustration, and furthermore that when he asked her for oral sex, she called him a deviant and sodomite, and threatened to sue for divorce based on mental cruelty! They got a no fault divorce shortly thereafter.
At this point, Carrie looked very worried. I figured a PhD candidate in English would have some exposure to erotic literature, and I wondered whether she shared the professor's restricted view of sexual expression. Then she asked me if I could have been happy with a woman like Will's wife, I said not a chance, I would want a woman that loved to both receive and give oral as much as I did, as a minimum. She smiled and asked "If that is the minimum, what would the maximum entail?"
I said "Tail would be the operative word". She blushed, and then said she had to get back to her school work!
She turned down further dinner invitations, so I started dropping in about dinner time and offering her some of what I had cooked. She had a real penchant for steak, and we continued our talks while she ate what I brought her. One night she complained of a sore neck from her long reading sessions, and I offered my magic fingers to help her out. Her neck and shoulders were tied in knots, and she was very receptive to my efforts. From that night on, any time I dropped her place, a massage followed. One night she was especially expressive about how great it felt. I expanded my coverage area beyond her back and upper shoulders, and soon my hands were just about onto her breasts as I looked down the front of her dress and got glimpses of some wonderful territory.
Then she got uncomfortable and told me she had to get back to work. I went back to my apartment and spanked the monkey, thinking about her.
