It was during my creative writing course, and I was as nervous as hell. I was 18, and I somehow couldn't find the time to balance between my regular studies, my girlfriend, my part-time job at a supermarket, and the course, which I had decided to take for a bit of fun before my A-levels. I still can't quite remember why I did it, but there you go. The course was a little way away from where I lived, and it meant I had to rely on the dear old trains, which could sometimes be a right nuisance. It was a bus ride to the station, then a half-hour train journey, and then a twenty minute walk to the college, which doesn't sound like much, but was more than enough in the cold.
Luckily, I found a good friend on the course, who was more than willing to give me lift. I was very grateful to Saima for what she did, and throughout the ten week course, I started to look forward to the end of the night more and more, in spite of my better judgment. Don't get me wrong, I love my girlfriend, but there was something about Saima which made me kinda forget about her. She was a little bit shorter than me, Asian, with beautiful light brown skin, a good, mildly curvy figure, and a round arse. She was a year older than me, but because she had taken a year out to work in Pakistan (where her family were from), she was also at the same stage of A-levels as I was, only she was, of course, doing them in another place. We found out we had the same grievances with our courses, though, and we'd often chat about them. I never mentioned my girlfriend to her, initially through it not coming up and, afterwards, because bad, naughty ideas formed in my mind about what I'd like to do with this Asian babe.
So, after the penultimate lesson, we were driving back as usual, and I decided it was time to at least try and do something. So, just before we were about to turn off for the station, I decided to ask her whether she'd like to go for a quick drink.
"OK." She said, which made me feel very pleased. We decided to go to a pub just after the turn off, I got her a pint of lager and myself a whiskey and coke, and we sat down, pleased to be in the warm. It was at this point that I had to really focus to avoid getting a stiffy in public, because Saima looked stunning. She was wearing a ladies trouser suit, high heels and a purple top. She'd been to a job interview beforehand, and was telling me how much she wanted to start work there, because her old job was doing her head in and so on. I smiled, and listened, but what I really wanted to do was tell her how much I wanted to shag her brains out..."You see, my dad's work is a bit to close to my current job, so I just feel like I'm being watched all the time by him, and this new one is in an office, and I can do it sitting down, and the pay is a little bit better..." Yes, the usual stuff, but imbued with an unintentionally sexual nature, just by the fact that she was speaking them.
We finished our drinks and went back towards Saima's red Ford Escort. However, when we got inside, Saima looked at me in a certain, undefinable sort of way, but one which certainly made my dick grow in my jeans. I smiled back, half-hoping she'd notice, half-hoping she wouldn't, and tried to get myself comfortable. I was lost in my own thoughts when she interrupted them.
"I think I might have made you miss your train, babe." She was always like this, and I didn't read anything into it.
