When I was a freshman in college my grandparents introduced me to a woman from Mexico. They had met her parents through some travel plan or elder hostel trip, though I really couldn't tell exactly what it was. Regardless, they became friends with her parents who were ranchers living a few miles outside Mexico City. They were wealthy in Mexican terms, and solidly middle class in US terms, so when it came time for their children to go to college they were able to afford to send them to US schools. That is how I met her, on a tour of Midwestern colleges, looking for a place to study the next year.
She was Mexican and had lived there all her life, but that doesn't tell you what you think it does. She was tall and pale, blonde and Nordic, a perfect Viking woman with strong shoulders and large breasts. She was very pretty, though her jaw was a bit strong and her waist somewhat absent. Her heritage was German and the men of the family always traveled back to the Fatherland to pick a wife, thus the bloodline was purely northern European.
Ute was a little shy in America, although she spoke excellent English in addition to her perfect Spanish and German. I first met her at my parent's house when my grandparents brought her to town. My grandfather had told us she was Mexican but not about her heritage, so we were all very puzzled to meet this blonde bombshell who was clearly not of Central American descent. He did it as a joke, of course, and it paid off well in our quizzical faces. Ute had a good laugh with it as well. Her voice was full and strong and fit her Amazonian frame.
At dinner she was quiet at first, but encouraged by a friendly atmosphere and my mother's excellent cooking she slowly came out of her shell. Her English was fantastic, and since I had been taking German for a while she and I chatted brokenly in her other native tongue. She giggled at my terrible pronunciation and general butchery of her language but was kind enough to praise me.
I think I noticed her looking at me a fair amount, but I am sure that is partly due to the fact that I was watching her a fair amount to begin with. At 19 I was almost as full of hormones as I am now in my 30s, but my manners were a bit worse. My eyes roamed her ample bosom through dinner and I know she noticed. She caught me a few times and we both blushed furiously.
After dinner we all sat around chatting for a while, then my grandparents turned in for the night. Ute and I sat up for a while talking about college and what she wanted from her education. She was uncertain about her major but had a few ideas. Throughout the evening we caught each other letting our eyes wander, until it almost seemed natural.
The evening grew late and we ended our conversation. I had given up my room for her and I slept on the couch, and that night I masturbated to a very satisfying orgasm with Ute in mind.
The next morning my grandfather woke up ill with a recurrence of some exotic respiratory illness he had contracted in Asia the previous summer. It wasn't life threatening but for a man in his 70s, no matter how vigorous, precautions must be taken. We took him to the hospital for treatment with assurances that he would be fine, but my grandmother did not want to leave him. They had planned on taking Ute to my college for the next 2 days but it looked like that trip was not going to happen.
Since I had to go back to school on Monday anyway I offered to take her up and bring her back myself. With a few phone calls I secured her lodging with a female friend at school whose roommate had dropped out and we all agreed that was the best plan.
That evening Ute and I drove to school, chatting away again in easy conversation. She was an intelligent girl and she appreciated the lengths to which my grandparents were going for her, but she was glad to have some time away from them. I told her she would love the campus.
We arrived in time for dinner and I treated her to a good Chinese restaurant. One nice thing about big college towns is the diversity and quality of the foreign food. I think we both pushed the hot sauce a bit too far trying to prove our respective tolerances for the spicy stuff, but we survived well enough.
I introduced Ute to my friend Tammy who would be hosting her for the next few nights and they seemed to get on well. Ute and I made plans to meet early in the morning so she could follow me to my classes and get a feel for the college life. I know she had been to other colleges for tours but following a student is the best way to get to know the place.
As I returned to my tiny dorm room I was a little sad that I was alone. My own roommate had disappeared after less than one week, having grown too homesick to continue. I had not tried to talk Ute into coming back to my place but I wished I had. Visions of her naked body swirled through my head as I drifted off to sleep.
The next day was very full. My schedule was completely stacked on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, and completely empty on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Ute and I met outside my first class and so the day started. She was accustomed to a much warmer climate and the slight September chill in the morning air had convinced her that the day would be chilly. By my second class the temperature had risen to the low 80s and her heavy sweatshirt became too warm. Fortunately for me, and every other man in sight, she wore only a tight yellow tank top underneath. I think my quiz score suffered a great deal in Accounting due to the proximity and lovely view of her large, round breasts.
We had a quick lunch in the student union, subsidized by some money my grandparents had shoved into my hands, and then it was back to the classes. I was glad that my labs were later in the week since I would not have been able to bring her with me to those classes. She sat next to me in every class and by 4:30 when the scholastic day was done, my head was full of her sweet, provocative odor and my eyes were bedazzled by visions of her long, strong body.
As we headed off campus for a pizza, the default dinner of champions for any true college student, we finally got a chance to talk about the day. I had to assure her that this was an unusually full day and that my schedule was uncommonly skewed. We talked for an hour over the best pizza pie available in this corn-fed midwestern town, and eventually the afternoon turned into evening. Our conversation had ranged over many topics, and our eyes continued to range over each other. What had been simply uncomfortable pauses before were starting to blossom into full sexual tension.
I suggested that we go back to my dorm and hang out, to which she readily agreed. When we arrived we were both quite worn out from a long day. We had probably walked 3 or 4 miles since 7 in the morning, and while that is certainly no marathon it can still wear you down. As I settled in to the chair Ute relaxed on the overlarge floor pillow across the room from me. At 100 inches wide, the room seemed more like a corridor than a home, so "across the room" was actually quite close.
The conversation took a quick turn in the right direction when Ute asked me about the posters. I had forgotten about my "girlie" posters and I was suddenly a bit worried that they might offend.
"Is that the kind of girl you like?" she asked, indicating the nearly nude blonde behind me, barely covering her nipples with her fingers.
"She is attractive, but I like all kinds of women. I don't discriminate."
