I was not looking forward to the rest of the evening. I was heading over to Tammy's apartment to work on a graduate class project we were working together on. She is also a teacher at the school I teach at, and I get along with her great, but tonight was probably going to be torture.
She is a fairly attractive young woman with short blond hair, nice blue eyes, and good smile. Also, she is about 5'8" and may weigh 110 pounds soaking wet. In fact, about the only thing she is lacking in the body department is tits. If I were to guess from all the times I have checked them out, they may be on the small side of a b-cup.
With that description, however, I should be looking forward to this evening. However, Tammy may be one of the most naïve people I have met. Every time sex is the topic of discussion at work, she becomes very shy and almost embarrassed. We have often worried that sometimes our discussions at the teacher lunch table would lead her to file a sexual harassment suit.
It does not stop there. She dresses in a way that flaunts were physical attributes. High heels to make her legs look even longer, tighter pants to show her almost perfect ass, and low cut tops to accentuate her smaller chest. With my desk across from hers, I have often been able to look down her shirt when bends over to get something off her desk. For two years, the combination of her looks and naiveté have been a base of many of my sexual fantasies, and I would bet she was completely oblivious to what she does to me and the other guys in the department.
So here I am, a 30 year old man with a high sex drive heading to her apartment to work on a project knowing all I am going to do is go home to night to masturbate. Of course, in my naiveté I got ready just in case I was going to fuck her tonight. I trimmed my pubic hair, freshly shaved my balls and put on a pair of thong underwear. As I sit in my car, I know all this is going to do is make me horny for a girl that is probably still a virgin, and will be still after tonight.
I knocked on the door and when she opened I knew she was oblivious to the effect that she could, and does, have on men. She was wearing a powder blue halter top that had only one small string tied in the back, which meant she was braless. The top stopped about an inch above her navel to show off her belly-button and flat stomach. Her white shorts fit around her waist perfectly and ended exactly where her long legs began. A quick look as she turned around to lead me into her place showed no panty line in the shorts, which, of course, meant no panties, or, more likely, a thong.
As I walked in I could feel a slight rise in my pants. I was thinking it was now a good thing I was wearing a thong to keep the bulge in my pants to a minimum.
She led me to the kitchen table where I sat down my bags and she offered me a beer. We sat in the kitchen making small talk as we both finished the beers. As she got the second round of beers, I got our stuff organized on the table. We both sat down and began working on our project. As we were working we kept alternating who would get the beers.
With the combination of beers and lack of working pressure, we found ourselves working quickly through the project. Our ideas were clicking as well as the beer was going down. After about two-and-one-half hours and 5 beers apiece, we were done. As I stood up and realized that I was getting drunk, but those thoughts were erased when Tammy stood up and gave me a big hug.
"We're done," she said. "I was dreading this project all day. I can't believe how quickly we finished. This calls for a celebration. I'll be right back, go on into the family room and turn on the TV."
I went into the living room and found the remote control and turned the TV to the rock digital music station on her satellite receiver. She returned with a couple of fresh beers, a tray of limes and salt with a bottle of tequila. She opened the bottle, poured two shots into two double sized shot glasses.
"Here is to two friends working so well together tonight," she said as she put salt on her hand. Then she downed the entire double shot and sucked all the juice out of the lemon. "Your turn," she gasped out, trying to ease the burn down her throat.
I followed her lead and did my own shot. We both did another double shot of tequila, before we needed a couple of new beers. When Tammy got up to get them, she stumbled slightly since she was now starting to get very drunk. She slowly walked across the living room to the beat of the music coming from her television.
