Sam and Michelle had worked together for the Computer Science Department on campus for a few semesters. They knew each other mostly in passing and had had several interesting conversations, but for the most part their schedules had kept them from getting to know each other too well. Their last semester in college found them in the same project class together. When the Prof said that they would be picking their own teams for the project Michelle hoped that Sam and the other guys sitting around her would want to group together. She knew them from work and other classes, and knew that they would be dependable project partners. Thankfully, it seems that Sam had the same idea because as soon as they were released to choose their teams, he looked over at Michelle and then the other guys on the row and said, "Well, I think we've got our team right here."
Over the weeks, the entire group fumbled along on starting the project while Sam and Michelle started spending more time together. They were working on creating the GUI for the program, and Michelle had more experience with programming from past projects. She agreed to meet up with Sam one Sunday night to start discussing a desired layout and go over the different components of creating basic windows and buttons. Michelle and Sam were always pretty easy going around one another. They had an ability to talk about anything with each other (which, I think, comes with age, openness, and acceptance about yourself). Michelle was the type of girl who wasn't shy about sex. She didn't blatantly tell other people her business, but she was known for her clever innuendos and well-timed 'That's what she said!'s. Sam had the same personality, and as he got to know Michelle a little better he seemed to open up as he understood that he wouldn't offend her by making those off-hand comments. As they worked together on the project, they slowly became more brazen with each other. Michelle would make a comment or snicker at something that could be misconstrued, and many times she would catch Sam making a double-take at her and realizing just how much of a perv she really was.
That particular Sunday, while they were drawing out possible designs on the board in Sam's office, Michelle walked up to change something about the design, and Sam offered her the pen while he perched himself on the edge of his desk. The office was pretty tiny (they were just lowly undergrads, after all) so Sam was still pretty close to Michelle despite trying to stay out of her way. Michelle felt a little buzz of electricity has she stood next to Sam and tried to re-arrange the components of the interface into a more efficient form. When she finished the drawing, she purposely handed the pen back to Sam in a way that caused her hand to slide through his. When the buzz changed to a jolt, she looked up at Sam and could tell that he felt the same thing. They stayed in this position for what felt like a year while they both debated about going in for the kiss. I mean, damn...if just touching hands felt like that, what would touching lips feel like?
But alas, both chickened out and quickly returned to their project work as if nothing had happened. They finished up their work for that night and agreed to meet again Wednesday night.
After a rough start to the week, Sam and Michelle met up in the Software Engineering lab both exhausted and ready to pass out. They decided to opt out of the meeting that evening, and got in touch of their other group members to give them the heads-up. After sitting around to talk to other students in the lab (with more sexual jokes and comebacks thrown around, of course) they both decided to head out. Sam mentioned something about having to wait for a bus, so Michelle offered him a ride home instead. After a little bit of deliberation and encouragement from another student in the lab, Sam decided to take her up on the offer. The conversation on the way to her car was enjoyable, yet uneventful. When they got in and settled, Michelle put the car in reverse and started backing out of her spot. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sam checking behind her as well, and when she went to pull out of the garage he was also checking both ways. Taking this as a slight to her driving, Michelle reached over and smacked Sam, "Chill out, would ya? I know how to drive."
What Michelle didn't expect was for Sam to actually catch her hand. There goes that jolt again. Michelle looked up at Sam and this time saw a mischievous glint in his eyes. Instead of letting go of her hand, he entwined it with his own and sat back like there was nothing wrong with this maneuver. A little taken-aback--but not entirely hating it--Michelle proceeded to head in the direction that Sam had said his apartment was. After a stop sign and a couple of lights, it was time for Michelle to drive down a crazy, winding road that ran along the campus, and she had to ask for her hand back. Sam let go of her hand, but countered by placing his own hand on her thigh. Michelle's head was absolutely buzzing from this new interaction, and it was all she could do to pay attention to the road and get Sam to his apartment safely. As she drove, his hand would slide up her leg just a little bit when she had to shift from the gas to the brake pedal or vice versa. And every time this happened, she was acutely aware of how warm his hand felt, and how hot it was making her body. Despite this new breakthrough, when Michelle got to Sam's apartment he thanked her for the ride and got out like nothing had happened. He double-checked that they were still meeting up the next morning at 8 a.m. to attack the project again, and headed up to his apartment. With her head swimming, Michelle drove back to her place already thinking about what she could wear to get back at Sam tomorrow.
