"Done," Gary said, relieved, as the printer whirred.
Beside him Joy tossed her long black hair back, stretched her arms above her head and leaned back on her chair. Her small pert breasts thrust up under her school girly white blouse and Gary caught his breath at the cuteness of her.
Joy yawned and Gary looked up at the clock. "Christ, it's two o' clock in the morning," he said. "How are you getting home?"
"I'll be all right," she said softly but without conviction.
"I'd walk you back to the campus but I'm knackered," Gary said. "You can kip on the sofa if you want. Then we can check this report in the morning before you hand it in."
She accepted the offer and Gary found her an old quilt, closed the door and went to bed himself. But although he felt exhausted he couldn't sleep. His mind, refusing to shut down, reviewed the evening.
Saturday night had meant the Nags Head for the usual disco. It had been a lively night from the moment he walked in with a big group of girls flirting and dancing with anyone and everyone. He joined in for a bit of fun and later on bought a round of drinks. Taking them to the table he found another girl sitting on her own minding the handbags. She was a Filipina, petite and strikingly pretty. But she wasn't easy to chat up and clearly had something on her mind. In the end one of her friends said to her, "He looks brainy, why don't you ask him to help you with your bloody paper then you can chill out?"
Joy shyly explained to Gary that they were all nursing students. The others had all passed their final assessments and were celebrating but she had failed a critical report part and had to resubmit by tomorrow.
More out of politeness than serious intent Gary offered to help. She jumped at it and Gary couldn't back out, so they adjourned to his flat when the others went clubbing at eleven o' clock.
It transpired that she had been recruited to the course by an agent using fake papers. When the tutors discovered that she lacked the necessary academic English level they had taken the money and simply abandoned her to get on with it as best she could by herself. After 5 years teaching in Asia, that was a familiar scenario. Gary's anger was roused and he committed to do all he could to help Joy.
He soon discovered that she was older than she looked, around 21, and had a good brain. She knew the topic which was just as well because Gary's background was history. But she had never been taught western writing skills; how to organise her ideas, use report format, reference or edit. There he could help.
Gary liked the way she didn't leave it all to him but worked hard, listened to advice and wanted to learn. She stayed focused even when he accidentally spilled coffee on to her top and jeans. Three hours of hard work later a rough draft had been turned into a passable report. Sex hadn't entered into it until that 2am glance.
He finally slept picturing the perfect oval of her face, her liquid, dark eyes offset with green eye shadow, shy mouth, lustrous hair and the perfect coffee coloured skin of her arms and shoulders.
She was standing beside his bed, a breakfast tray in her hand, when he came to. Blinking he looked at the alarm clock and marvelled at her powers of recovery. Eight thirty and he still felt groggy with a mouth that tasted like old boots. But she was fresh, smiling and bouncy. She put the tray on his bedside table, complete with coffee, boiled eggs and toast and marmalade and stepped back. He realised that she had appropriated his dressing gown from the back of the bathroom door. It was miles too big and looked absurd on her slender little frame.
Gary wanted to make a joke about it but was a bit taken aback by the speed with which she had made herself at home. But she read the ambiguity in his face and explained "I'm sorry. I've got no money to pay you, Gary. So this is just to say thank you."
Not knowing what to say to this and needing the bathroom Gary excused himself. She had asked for it and he didn't care if she was offended by seeing him in just his underpants. Then he found her white blouse, jeans and a cute white lace bra, sponged and drying in the airing cupboard. With a twinge of guilt he remembered the spilt coffee then realised that she had no change of clothes. What was she wearing under the dressing gown?
Wondering how innocent she really was he showered, finding his cock growing in his hand at the thought of her waiting for him.
"I'm starving," she said on his return. "Let's eat."
She had respected him enough to wait to start her own breakfast until he was ready, so Gary joined her sitting on the edge of the bed. But he quickly found himself wanting to bite on something other than toast. His dressing gown gave up the struggle to cover her as she stretched to pick up her coffee. Her skin matched the colour of the Nescafe but was much richer, glowing with health and swelling into a small, perky breast topped with a chocolate nipple the size of a 10 pence piece.
She gave him several more glimpses during the meal and he also caught her taking quick peaks at him. He sensed that she was as shyly fascinated by his Caucasian body as he was by her Asian one. Eventually his underpants could contain his stiffness no more and the tip popped out above the elastic. She giggled and said "You like me, Gary?"
"God, you are beautiful," was all he could say. But she didn't seem to find his reply lame or clichéd. Instead she shrugged off the dressing gown and lay on the bed, one shoulder resting on a pillow, hair swept back, her left hand under her breast as if trying to push it up and enlarge it, her right breast pointing into the pillow, her legs a fraction open with the left one raised a little on the bunched quilt and the right one drawn up at 45 degrees. All she had on was a pair of simple thong panties, the colour of a tropical ocean, the tiny straps lying just below her hipbones and showing just a hint of the curve of her pussy. She was almost too beautiful, too young and too innocent to touch but her lips parted a little and her eyes had a come on look.
