I met her during college. The body shape was almost perfect, hourglass-like, an almost comical, yet undeniably sexy image that seemed to come out of how some sex-starved 90s artist would draw an objectified female. Disproportionately large breasts, a soft, pliant ass, smooth skin and shapely legs.
It's like she was born to be fucked, but her personality was nothing to match, if anything, it was the polar opposite, the kind of person to boss her friends around, capable of putting up a perfectly emotionless facade to repel any kind of flirtation to come her way, and that was only compounded by the rectangular glasses you'd expect to see on a secretary more than a college student.
And then there was me, at the time I didn't give much thought to who I was exactly in that particular way. I was vaguely interested in the opposite sex, but only vaguely. I wasn't sure how other people experienced that sort of attraction, I had some rudimentary attraction, a girlfriend once even, but it was like I was emotionally shallow in some way or the other. A quiet type, shoulder long hair, always perfectly shaven to the point where I didn't even seem to have the usual gray tint to where you'd have stubble growing out of, a slender, underweight - almost anorexic - body. Not that many interests that involved other people, not that I felt nervous or anxious, I could keep a conversation going pretty well, it's just that daily life felt like it passed by.
And she latched onto me, probably because I felt at that point like I was the only guy out there who looked her straight in the eyes when we chatted about this and that. Time went on and it graduated as she'd invite me to parties, to hang around, and at some point the crowds grew smaller and smaller until I realized it was more or less down to us two going on dates. We took it really slow over the course of a number of months. But passion never quite grew, it felt more like friends hanging out together, and the reason had been somewhere with me or so I thought. The kisses were almost forced, yet we both enjoyed them, in some odd, plainly ~wrong~ fashion. We grew closer and closer yet there was a void of emotion between us two. And the advances of others she met seemed to not matter to her. There was something about our relationship that was special to her.
And one day it happened. It was the start of a week long holiday. She couldn't stop laughing that day, just invited me over to her flat over the cell, her mood was unusually up, the schoolgirl kind of giggles wasn't what she'd normally do. The door was open, I walked in. In front of a floor-to-ceiling mirror, one of the only distinguishing features of her flat, she turned around. Underdressed, nipples visible through her tee. And the reaction moments later after I saw her was that of rushing to hug me and slide a hand down my body towards the expectedly erect part of me. She was high on something, and I wasn't sure what to do. I pushed her away for a moment only to be met with a disappointed stare. On the other hand, we were to the point of our relationship where this was bound to happen. Yet taking advantage of at the very least a friend in a state like this?
The situation resolved itself. We talked a bit. She brought some cold drinks, it was summer after all and her flat didn't have an AC making her attire look quite reasonable. And then she did this one long stare, followed by that sound that felt almost like snorting, the welling up laughter. She practically fell on the ground, rolled around on her back in one long motion, followed by a continuous hysterical laugh. I was weirded out for a moment. I asked her if she was feeling ok, more laughing followed along with an affirmative, and then, a sudden change of mood, a moment of seriousness. "You know, I'm gonna help you." She said and smiled with a gentle sincerity. She went off to the kitchen once again, leaving me just sitting there wondering if I should do something, maybe even leave before this got ~too~ bizarre. But I felt something weird in my head that moment, like a sudden uplift in my mood. A feeling of lightheadedness took over, things started to trail around a tiny bit. "Did you put something in?" I've smoked pot with friends on the odd occasion and had a run in with painkillers after a broken leg, those were these kinds of 'who hasn't things, but this felt the opposite of sedating, some club drug that'd go well with loud music, but I never was the type. I felt like floating over to the kitchen, the act of walking barely registering as a conscious action only to find her there with even fewer articles of attire on. She looked more or less totally like I imagined underneath. "Feels a lot better, doesn't it?"
Her fingers started to work on me now, the belt the trousers, and my unbuttoned shirt on top of a light t-shirt. That tee remained as the only piece of clothing outside of a pile on the floor. She grabbed it behind, snuggling against my almost erect dick and tied it into a knot behind me transforming it into something girlier looking, with my exposed flat stomach being on the show. She made a few steps back, and smiled again. "Cute. You always shave everything?" There really wasn't a hair on my body, it's not something most people ended up seeing, but I just had an aversion to that sort of stuff. I was confused by the question for a few seconds, I was thinking over the ramifications, if any, of what was happening right now. I had a burning need to move but wasn't sure what to do, all that piled into a single jumbled 'yeah'.
She took something out of a cupboard, two white pills of some kind that looked more or less like aspirin, but I didn't give much thought to it, only to hand them over to me, still standing almost entirely naked and pretty overwhelmed with a glass of water. I felt thirsty anyway. "Drink. You know, I think I know what your problem is.", she said playfully. Her fingers touched me down below again. I still was only half erect. "Maybe boys are more your style..."
The phrase snapped me out of it into momentary sobriety.
"What do you mean... We're here, aren't we?" I felt the stinging pain of a situation that only a moment ago felt great turning into something unexpectedly unpleasant. I put the glass down and tried to kiss her, but it wasn't working, she made a step back.
