Marissa never thought that she'd see him again. After missing golden opportunities to talk to him in high school and being much too scared, she had long since forgotten about the incredibly sexy man who she'd fantasized about since she was only a high school freshman.
But when Marissa got off of that elevator in her dorm that day, she had no idea what was about to hit her.
And quite literally, something did hit her. Carrying several bags of groceries and hurrying out of the elevator doors, she bumped directly in to someone.
He muttered "Excuse me," and she shyly looked up at him to return the apology.
But, as she caught and held his gaze for a moment, she knew that it was him. She had no idea that he went to the same college as her, and her heart fluttered.
He smiled at her with those perfect white teeth, and she shied away, just as she had done when she saw him during her high school years. She nearly ran off of the elevator, too afraid to talk to him, and eager to escape the situation.
When she closed her door behind her, she nearly slapped herself. The flashbacks of how she had been too afraid to speak to him before came ripping through her mind.
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"Marissa, go talk to him! He's smiling at you; he wants you to come over! You're such an idiot!"
The words of her close friend Selena echoed in her mind, as she remembered back to the first time when she saw him. The normally vivacious and confident Marissa could not bring herself to even look at him, let alone go over and speak to him. She could not return his gaze, but glanced at him discreetly.
He was across the crowded room, in his suit jacket and tie. His mocha colored skin contrasted against the white of his shirt, which fit his lanky build perfectly. His jet black hair was short, and his dark brown eyes piercing. His eyes were the one thing about him that truly stood out, and that Marissa could never forget. He was, of course, only fifteen at the time, but had the look of a man.
Marissa dismissed Selena's remarks as garbage, and could not fathom the idea of such a gorgeous man looking twice at her. She never considered herself as sexy or desirable.
She was always thought of as the "cute girl," as she was quite short in stature. But, Marissa's generally confident nature made her appear far taller. Her compact body could be described as curvy, as she had round hips and very large breasts for her body. Her long blonde hair framed her creamy colored face, and her light green eyes were accentuated by her perfect makeup. She looked professional and classy, wearing a black skirt suit.
But even at that moment, she did not see herself as sexy, or being worthy of such a gorgeous man's attention. Later, she heard someone call him by his name for the first time.
It was Rohan. That exotic name echoed in her mind. She had never before been attracted to an Indian man, but felt slightly curious about it. But, Marissa pushed the thought of him in the back of her mind. She vowed to Selena that if she saw him again, she would gather up the courage to talk to him.
The next time he saw her, Rohan noticed Marissa yet again, and waved for her to come over to sit next to him. Selena noticed this, and was about to slap Marissa for her inaction.
Marissa felt particularly insecure that day, and completely ignored him. She sat down and got back to her work. She felt that Rohan could never be anything more than a fantasy in her mind, and pushed the thought away. But she never truly forgot him. Thoughts of being with Rohan in every imaginable way peppered her thoughts and dreams for four long years, even as the memories faded to gray.
Sitting on her bed, Marissa's mind raced. She used the internet to confirm that it was Rohan who she had bumped in to. She saw that smiling face on her screen and recalled all of the passionate encounters the two of them had in her mind. The tender kisses, the erotic caresses, and the intense love making had always seemed like a distant fantasy.
But now, having seen him, it all seemed real again. Feeling more than slightly aroused from both sexual charge and nervousness, she couldn't help but let her hand slip inside of her gym shorts.
Lying on her bed, she touched her shaved pussy, letting herself fantasize about having Rohan's hard cock inside of her, fucking her hard.
"Marissa! Open up!" The voice of her roommate, Daria, woke her from her sleep. She realized that her powerful orgasm had exhausted her and caused her to fall asleep, as her fantasies about Rohan now seemed to have a new depth to them. Marissa jumped out of bed and opened up the door.
After telling Daria the story of Rohan, Daria agreed that Marissa should approach him. Marissa realized that she had been putting it off too long. As a firm believer in fate, she knew that it could be nothing else. For him, the man who she found sexiest of any she had ever laid eyes upon, to attend the same college as her, could not have been coincidence.
Daria told Marissa that it was a second chance at talking to him, and that she needed to take it. Marissa agreed and vowed to find Rohan.
Marissa walked outside of the dorm which Rohan lived in and talked to her friend Patrick for quite some time, wanting to waste time until Rohan returned.
She told Patrick about the situation, and as her closest male friend, he provided a relevant perspective. He too believed that Marissa should pursue Rohan. She waited there for what seemed like an eternity, but Rohan didn't return.
"Maybe he went home for the weekend," said Patrick.
Marissa agreed, and went back to her room to fantasize about Rohan for what seemed to be the thousandth time, this time imagining his hard cock exploding inside of her mouth, as she milked every last bit of cum from his thick shaft, enjoying every minute of it.
Monday came, and Marissa could not find him anywhere. She searched endlessly; waiting outside of buildings which she thought he might have classes in, spending time outside of his dorm, and sticking around a bit longer in the dining hall after she had finished eating. This pattern repeated for the rest of the week, as Marissa truly felt that it was destiny to find him. Luckily her friends kept her company during these long hours, or Marissa would have felt quite bored and alone. She still could not find Rohan, and began to lose hope.
The next weekend was upon Marissa, and still she had not seen Rohan since that day in the elevator. Disheartened, Marissa lay in her bed and told herself that she would give up, and that it was only a silly fantasy from when she was an immature high school girl.
A few tears fell from her eyes as she fell asleep, thinking about how she would never let Rohan in to her thoughts again.
But in the unconscious mind, one's true desires are revealed, and we are powerless to fight them. Yet another time, Marissa had a powerfully sexual dream about Rohan.
He touched her, caressed her, kissed her entire body, and made her feel whole. Suddenly, Marissa's phone rang, waking her from her dream. She woke up in a cold sweat, feeling incredibly turned on. But when she looked around, she realized that Rohan was not there, and that it was only a dream.
She leaned over to look at who was calling her, and saw that the number was restricted. She answered the phone and heard a male voice.
"Come outside, Marissa, I want to talk to you," said the voice on the other line.
