It was a bleak, cold day on campus, and being up on a hillside, the wind whistled and wound its way through the buildings and trees, almost as if it was a herd of cattle being corralled. I walked as fast as I could while trying to keep my ears and hands warm inside my coat. The wind stung like a thousand needles through my layers of clothing, which included a thick Ralph Lauren sweater. I passed a sign advertising the campus name, San Andes State University, which was coated in a thick layer of ice complete with icicles, remnants of rainfall early that morning. A few other students were out braving the winter frost, some making their way to the next class in quick stride, and others hanging around socializing as if it were a sunny 80-degree day.
I made my way into the English building for my final class of the day. It wasn't much warmer in the hallway. The building was older and probably didn't have a very good heating system. I navigated my way through the yellow, aging hallways to my classroom. When I arrived, it was still twenty minutes until class was supposed to begin, but I wasn't about to try and be hip and wait outside. I entered the small, high-school-like classroom and took a seat in a rickety wooden chair. English was one of my stronger suits, so I popped a novel out of my backpack I'd been reading and picked up where I left off, awaiting the rest of the class and the instructor.
A few minutes later, I noticed with my perspective vision that another student had entered the room, but I didn't notice any significant identifying features because I was lost in my novel. I heard the feet of a chair scrape across the floor and creak with the weight of the classmate applied to it. The sound of rustling through personal items continued, and by that time I had lost concentration. I tried to read on anyway, hoping I would regain my focus and remember what I'd just read. Just then, I heard a female voice from the general direction of the rustling say hello in a soft and shy tone.
Since I had no chance of reading on any longer, I closed my book, looked in her direction, and replied with a shy and simple "Hi."
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Derrick, and you?" I replied shyly.
"Victoria."
"Lovely to meet you Victoria."
She smiled, and then continued her polite conversation with, "It's freezing out there!"
"Yes I know. I had to walk from the commuter lots in it this morning" I fired back. As introverted as I was, I became interested in this conversation. The fact that a young lady of her beauty was actually speaking to me was a warm feeling in itself, so I decided to milk it and stay warm as long as I could.
Victoria lit up when she learned I was a commuter and her sparkling brown eyes widened as she said, "You commute? So do I! Where from?"
"Lawton" I spoke brokenly, knowing that my one-horse town wasn't a great conversation piece. As I spoke I decided to give her a once over, which became a twice over, then a thrice over. Victoria was gorgeous. Even with her thick gray winter fleece her features stunned me. She had long, straight, dark-chocolate hair that extended about halfway down her back. She was simply flawless in the face; her matching brown eyes complimented her hair nicely with a general cuteness that any straight man (maybe gay as well) would love to kiss and nuzzle.
Her breasts were quite large, and even though they were snug and warm inside her turtleneck, I could tell they were near perfect examples of natural tits in every way. A quick thought raced through my head of her tits squeezed together in that turtleneck, held in by a bra a few sizes too small, probably a few beads of sweat in-between them. I had to break my concentration by stepping on my own foot so I wouldn't get a hard-on in front of her and anyone else that might walk in.
"Oh my God! Lawton? That's where I'm from! I can't believe this. How come I've never seen you at school there?" She was now in that hyperactive schoolgirl mode, high-pitched voice and all. I shuddered a little, but decided I could bare it.
"Well my dear," I started with a tone mocking that of an old man, "I graduated about four years ago, and so you were probably a freshman at the time. I'm a very slow starter with this college thing." I couldn't help but grin and hope she took my cynical humor well.
Victoria smiled which acknowledged to me that she could handle my brand of humor, so I knew she wasn't all girly to the core. Then she spoke, "Oh okay, I thought that you looked older than most of us fish."
"But not that much older" I smirked. We both laughed.
Just as a few other students began to enter the room, our conversation was upended by Victoria's cell phone ring. She took the call since class hadn't started and I decided to try not to eavesdrop and focused my attention on retrieving class materials from my backpack. Though I wasn't listening to what was being said, I could tell that she was in some kind of distress. But I did not want to impose, it was none of my business, so I continued to ignore her chatting. Just as the instructor entered the threshold, Victoria ended her call and powered her phone off. She seemed to be very upset as she pouted for a moment. Class began shortly afterwards.
After the full day of classes, I was worn out. I dreaded the long, desolate walk back to the parking lot, but at least it would be all downhill. I was one of the last to leave the classroom as usual; I tend to take my time reloading my bag. Victoria had left as one of the first, so I figured whatever little thing I had with her was over. I suddenly felt cold again, which became worse when I exited the building and began my daily return to my truck in the stiff, frozen wind.
Just as I reached the far end of the main campus, I heard fast-paced footsteps approaching from behind. Someone was trying to catch up to somebody, but I didn't think it would be me, so I kept walking. But then I heard Victoria's familiar voice yelling my name.
I stopped in my tracks and turned around to face her. She was out of breath and hunched over trying to breathe in the dry, freezing air with no avail. "I'm glad I caught you," she told me in-between breaths.
"Well that's a first" I responded sarcastically.
She smiled and continued to explain her situation to me, "The phone call I got in class was my friend. I carpool with her to and from school everyday. Anyway, long story short, she's decided to ditch me and drive her loser boyfriend out around town. So I have no ride home, and no friend it looks like."
"Well that's no good" I responded with a genuine concern.
"Yeah, she's totally off my A-list. Bitch!" I laughed.
She continued, "Anyway, I don't mean to be a mooch or anything like that, but I tried everyone else and there's no one who can get me back to Lawton. Is there any possible chance you can give me a ride home?"
"Victoria," I said with a proud and a tad sarcastic tone, "it would be a privilege for me to get you home." It sounded funny, but I meant it. I hadn't been with anyone since high school, and just her company alone was infinitely better than the norm (of course I wouldn't mind fucking her either).
"Oh thank you so much Derrick, I appreciate this." She was now jumping up and down and seemed quite taken with me. She wrapped herself around my left arm and we began walking the rest of the way to my truck. I was a bit uncomfortable with this at first, but I decided to roll with it, and eventually it became enjoyable having some arm candy.
