College towns had lots of part-time job opportunities. Flexible hours and pay depending on how hard you wanted to work. One of the jobs that employed its share of college kids in this sleepy midwest college city was the 24 hour, 7 days a week grocery store.
Steve worked in the Deli with about the same dozen or so people during each of his shifts. Two or three days a week, usually afternoons until close, no weekends was a typical work week for Steve. It worked well for the 19 year old college sophomore's schedule. It allowed him plenty of time to study and gave him a little extra spending money.
Jamie usually worked the same shifts as Steve. She was 24 and a grad student in physical therapy. Jamie was really good at judging people. No, "sizing up and reading people" is more accurate and polite. Jamie was a caring and kind young lady who worked hard and was very good at immediately seizing on what people needed.
And Jamie's assessment was that Steve needed a friend. And more importantly, confidence.
"Hi Steve. How is your P.E. class going this semester," she asked him one day while they worked.
"Oh, hi, J-Jamie. Not so good. I have two left feet," he replied shyly. Jamie was cute and older than Steve, and she made him nervous. Actually, all women made Steve nervous. He feared he was destined to die alone and a virgin.
Jamie felt empathy for Steve. Once a shy girl herself, she understood his plight. He was all of 6 feet tall but a lanky 120, maybe 130 soaking wet she figured. He had glasses that he probably should either get a new style of or trade out for contacts, but had nice green eyes under those lenses, and a smile that lit up her heart. A crooked, shy smile that probably held a prankster.
She looked down at his feet and said, well, that's the problem, then. You have a right and left shoe. If you have a right shoe on your other left foot it can't be comfortable."
He quickly looked down at his feet to see what she was talking about, then realized she was teasing him. "Okay, maybe it's the shoes, or I'm just clumsy," he countered.
"I helped teach that class last semester, would you like me to help you some? I could tutor you if you'd like."
"Oh, I-I-I d-don't know, J-Jamie. I don't know if it would help." The fact was, Steve wasn't clumsy. He was pretty graceful, but everytime he had to get close to another woman in the class, he sprang wood, which was embarrassing. Imagine being alone with Jamie, someone he had a secret crush on, and popping up. There was no way he could avoid embarrassing himself. And she would probably tell everyone at work, and that would be terrible! He would have to quit and find another job.
Jamie rightly suspected what Steve's issue was. After all, she actually was a teaching assistant in Ballroom Dance, P.E. 157 last year. And the year before that, P.E. 420, intro to scuba diving in the Olympic sized swimming pool on campus, so she knew the effect women had on some young men during P.E. classes. In scuba class she met Kevin. At the thought of Kevin, her heart fluttered and she felt her eyes well up.
"Steve, I won't take 'no' for an answer. Tomorrow morning, 8 a.m. meet me in room 101 for a tutoring session. Free of charge."
"O-okay. Thanks, Jamie," he shyly replied.
Steve didn't sleep well. He beat off twice thinking of Jamie, and hoped clearing his pipe would make him not get a boner in front of her. He tried to tuck it in and hoped to be able to hide it if it did happen. And when he walked in room 101 and saw Jamie in tight, black yoga pants and a baggy t-shirt over her sports bra, he knew he was in trouble.
And when she approached him, and he put his hand on her warm back, and touched both bare skin and her sports bra, he got about the biggest hard on he ever had. And Jamie had to notice, even though she didn't let on.
They stretched, they went through some warm up exercises, and she eventually put Steve at ease. He forgot he was dancing with Jamie, not only a woman, but someone whom he had a crush on, was older than him, was nice to him, and seemed to genuinely take an interest in him, too. If his confidence could barely fill a thimble before that tutoring session, it could easily fill one of those tiny paper bathroom cups right now. So in terms of confidence, he still didn't have much, but it was 50 or 100 times more than what he had 2 hours before...
TWO HOURS BEFORE!
They had so much fun dancing, they forgot to check the time and didn't realize the both skipped a 9 a.m. class and it was now 10 a.m. according to the class entering the once empty classroom.
"Thank you so much, Jamie! Thank you, thank you!" Steve kept saying.
"When do you have class, at 1?" Jamie asked.
"Yep, then work at 4 today. When do you work next?" Steve wondered.
"I come in at 4 also, so tell me how it went tonight," she said. "Give me details. And good luck, Steve! You are a really good dancer, don't ever forget that."
Class for Steve went okay. He did alright, but got nervous when he was paired up with Tina, the best looking girl in the class. She mentioned he must be taking lessons because he didn't step on her feet near as much. Now if he would look at her and not their feet he might not be too bad of a dancer. It was meant to be a compliment but ended up stinging more than it should have.
"How was class today, Steve?" she asked when she first saw him.
"Okay. I thought I was doing okay but I was paired with Tina again, and she said I didn't step on her feet as much, but I had to look at her and not my feet she said."
"Tina? Is she the tall gymnast? That's a good pairing, size wise for you. And she's cute Steve," Jamie said. She drew out "cute" in a way that made Steve blush deep red. The fact was Tina was cute, but was as unattainable as Jamie was. He wished the instructor would pair him up with a fat, ugly girl. Maybe he would have a chance. But probably not.
"She is right, a woman loves it when you look into her eyes. The eyes are as much a part of the dance as the feet are, and you really have nice eyes, Steve."
He blushed again, and Jamie saw it. Okay, he needs confidence, she told herself. Give it to him.
"Are you free at 8 tomorrow morning, Steve? We will work on posture," she told him.
"O-okay. Same room?"
"Same room, and bring your eyes," she told him.
Steve didn't pack his dick in this time, and he was sorry for that because Jamie looked stunning. She wore a dance leotard with knee length skirt that floated when he would dance with her. God, she looked fantastic! And when she looked down at one point to check their feet, she noticed his cock peaking out the top of his gym shorts. Ohmygod! There it was. It was huge, and he had no clue she got a peek at it, and this time she blushed. It reminded her of Kevin and how she had seen his peeking out of his swimsuit almost two years ago during scuba training. Kevin's was big, too, and how she had enjoyed it while it lasted. But Steve? He is just a kid...
"No, Steve was a man who just might make me feel like a woman again..." she told herself.
This time they left on time and didn't skip classes. And Steve's P.E. class went better this time, and he excitedly told Jamie about it at work. The instructor, Miss Chenoweth, had even had used him as a partner to demonstrate something! He was so excited and confident. In just a couple days his thimble full of confidence was now overflowing a big coffee mug. The change was more than Jamie even would have guessed. He had real talent and she hoped to make him see that.
"Steve, are you working Friday night?"
