I started my sophomore year of college in the fall of 2002. I moved down to San Diego to escape the wet Oregon winters and sample the SoCal sunshine. I had decided to major in Computer Engineering (I was a bit of a computer geek in high school) and was hellbent on graduating at least a semester early, and so I took a full course load and then some, much to the dismay of my advisor. As such, I had very little time for anything, let alone girls. I had a few friends, mostly from class, but we only studied occasionally. My high school girlfriend and I split up the summer after graduation. She was my first. A band geek.
I took my classes pretty seriously. I was going to be saddled with enough student loans that the thought of wasting my time here just seemed irresponsible. Still though, I'd be lying if I didn't say that my eye wandered in class from time to time, almost always to short, curvy brunettes, of which there were very few in my classes. Twenty years ago CompE wasn't exactly the best major to meet women, let alone the type that got me excited.
Sometimes I felt insecure about it all. College hadn't been the sex bonanza that movies and TV make it out to be. It wasn't that I was out of shape or inept, no one was confusing me for an athlete or a ladies man of any sort, but I was shy and knew it. I was about 5'11" and 175 lbs and thought I was above average especially against the guys in my department. I told myself I didn't have the time.
I met a couple of girls from my high school class back in my hometown and had a little bit of fun over the summer (a couple of townies) between freshman and sophomore year, but that was the extent of it, and I started to feel like I was missing out as I walked past the stereotypical Southern Cali blonds every day. The women here were just hotter than my hometown in Oregon. San Diego in the spring wasn't exactly warm, but girls from all over the country came to study here and expected the beach lifestyle and dressed the part. Short shorts, cropped tops, and some spectacular tits on display. Stereotypes exist for a reason.
I usually ended up taking care of myself at the end of the day, looking at whatever pics I could find on the internet, or picturing one of these girls I'd seen that day walking in the San Diego sun, and then fell asleep, only to repeat it the next day. The year went by like a blur as the tend to do when your days are filled with little variation.
One Monday evening in early May, just as finals were approaching, I sat down at my dorm room desk ready to study for the final only to find my black notebook with all of my Applied Algorithms notes missing from my backpack. "Damn", I thought. I must have left it in the lecture hall. My name, Mike Greene, and my phone number were written inside the front cover and my only hope is that whoever finds it will give me a call or recognize me from class. It kind of looked like every other notebook though and could easily be gone.
The final is likely a hopeless exercise without that book. It will have to wait until Wednesday. I tried to put it out of my mind for the time being.
Wednesday rolled around but Applied Algos was my last class of the day, starting at 3:45. I ran out of my Microprocessors class and made it to the lecture hall a bit early, hoping to find the notebook sitting around somewhere on a table or shelf, but no luck. I started to panic a bit.
I took a seat and tried to distract myself by playing snake on my Nokia while the lecture hall started to fill up. I barely noticed her sit down a couple of seats away from me.
"Mike?" she said. I turned to the voice and saw her....a girl I'd seen before in the back of the room once or twice. She was about 5'2", shoulder length black hair, wearing a tight fitting UCSD t-shirt and a jean skirt that came up a couple of inches above her knees. Cute. She had a darker complexion than just a Southern Cal tan. Big brown eyes. Half Indian maybe? I could see her nipples poking through the shirt and I could tell her breasts were a bit larger than the ones from the girls I'd fucked back home.
"Uh, yes?" I replied. "Not sure we've met...how do you know my name?". I could have played this a bit smoother.
She produced my black notebook from her shoulder bag. "It fell out of your backpack when you were walking out last week. I tried to give it back but lost you in the crowd after class" she said.
"Thank you... I was freaking out about this notebook". I extended my hand to her and she learned forward and shook it with the gentlest of touches. Her nails were a light pink and nicely manicured. As she leaned forward, I could see down the top of her shirt to the lace bra that looked a bit snug.
"I'm Julia", she said. "I looked through your notebook...your notes are incredible. Hope you don't mind. I've missed a few classes and I'm pretty sure I'm screwed".
"Would you like to copy it?" I said.
"That would be amazing. Do you live on campus? I can stop by tonight around 8 and use the copier in the admin office.", she said.
"Yes...let me write down the hall and room number for you", I said. I ripped a page out of the back and scribbled my info and handed it to her just as the professor started his lecture. I stole a few glances at her for the next hour and a half but tried to stay focused.
As the lecture ended she stood up. "I'll drop by around 8", she said as she held the note I gave her and walked off, let me admire the back side of her. She had a bit of an hourglass to her and her ass was as round as you could hope for.
I walked back to my room after class with the sight of her erect nipples still in my mind. "This seemed a bit too good to be true", I thought. If I ever had a shot this would be it. She invited herself back to my dorm and I had known her for 30 seconds. That had to be a good sign. I needed to clean up. Who was this girl?
My roommate had transferred at the beginning of the semester and no one filled the empty bed. I didn't go asking any questions about it. I did my best to make my room as presentable as possible. I changed the sheets. I put away my Playstation. I put on a Pearl Jam album and took a quick shower, doing my best to resist the urge to rub one out before she got here.
At about 8:15 I heard a gentle knock on the door. I opened and found Julia standing there, her shoulder bag in hand. She had changed her top since class, now a black button up shirt with short lace sleeves. One more button was undone than you'd probably expect, and her tits were straining against the remaining ones. They were bigger than I had thought. I could see a some of her stomach above her low cut jeans. A tiny bit of cute pudge.
Julia smiled. "Hey Mike. Sorry I'm a few minutes late. I wanted to change my clothes"
"Wasn't sure you would show", I said. "You want me to grab the notebook now? I think you've only got about 15 minutes before the copy room closes".
"Well, I was hoping you could explain last week's lecture a bit to me first? I missed it. It would help me make sense of the notes", Julia said.
"Ok...come in. But I guess you'll have to wait until tomorrow to copy it.", I said.
"That's OK", she said as she sat down on my bed. "You don't really have any other place to sit, so I hope this is ok?" she asked.
