School Days


It was all innocent enough in the beginning. She was a student in the class 
I was a teaching assistant for.  She wasn't in my discussion section, but 
she showed up like clockwork to all of the study sessions. Her fresh-faced 
innocence combined with a keen mind made me notice her. It would have been 
completely inappropriate to pursue anything with her while I was teaching a 
section of the class she was in. Not that I didn't think about it, though.

That was the first of the many situations that conspired to keep me from 
getting together with Sarah. I didn't know it then, but it wouldn't be the 
last. I guess hindsight is everything. Looking back on it, I probably would 
have done some things differently. What's done is done, I guess.

My interactions with Sarah were innocent, though I found myself just kind of 
hovering when she was around. I'm fairly positive that she never noticed 
anything out of the ordinary. I should probably ask her one of these days. 
Then again, it's trivial and silly and would probably show just how insecure 
I really was then.

I liked her energy, her enthusiasm, and her innocence and sense of wonder. 
She hadn't yet been jaded by life at the university and the politics and 
realities of our department. Each time the teaching assistants did a study 
session I'd see her and admire her from afar. When the time came to select 
people to be accepted in to the school, it was no surprise that everyone 
voted in favor of her.

Thus ended any sort of student/teacher relationship. We were now just 
students together. Since I was a year and a half ahead of her, we wouldn't 
have classes together, but the school was small enough that we couldn't help 
but see each other fairly often. Life in school was so busy, though, and we 
didn't have any classes together, so even then, it just wasn't really 
happening.

Somehow, though, we slowly became friends. I don't know when and how it 
happened exactly, but it did. I learned all about her in time. From her 
close relationship to her father, to her great sense of humor, to her love 
of music, and both her naivete and interest about sex.

Of course, I couldn't let that interest go. I was, and still am really, a 
horrible flirt. When we were together, it seemed almost inevitable that we'd 
talk about sex. That was probably my doing since sex was always on my mind, 
but if things were too much or too personal, she'd steer it to something 
else. It was rare to see her mad about it, if ever.

-=-

Our friendship really grew in time. It also never worked out that when I was 
free that she was available. I never have figured how that kept happening. 
Despite any underlying attraction, I felt protective of her and just enjoyed 
seeing her happy.

Unfortunately, Sarah seemed destined for disaster. I really can't remember 
now the number of really bad things that seemed to happen to her. I clearly 
remember seeing her in the hospital at one point. Another friend of hers was 
there, and though he was married, I remember feeling incredibly jealous of 
how close they seemed and how he could make her laugh. That should have been 
a big clue to me that I needed to figure out how to get together with her. I 
guess I'm not really astute in matters of the heart. Also, strangely enough, 
she looked pretty darn good in one of those hospital gowns that no one ever 
looks good in. I guess that's neither here nor there, though.

Another incident, perhaps one that really brought me a little closer to 
understanding the relationship Sarah and I had came after I had graduated. I 
was still living in the same town working for the university. I got a phone 
call from Sarah asking if I could come pick her up from a doctor's complex 
on Pitt Road on the south side of town. She said it was a long story and 
she'd explain it when I got there.

When I pulled up to the door, I saw her. She had casts on both of her arms. 
I helped her get into the car. She'd had a wreck while biking to class and 
had gone over the handlebars and broken both arms. I can't think of many 
more miserable ways to spend a semester, even the lighter summer schedules.

We ended up spending a fair bit of time together while she recovered. That 
was the summer she had her first apartment off of campus. At one point, 
fairly soon after she had her casts off, we were in her bedroom reading 
questions to each other from both The Book of Questions and The Book of Sex 
Questions. She was sitting on the floor and I was lying on my back on her 
bed.

The questions kept getting more and more personal. At one point, just 
talking to her about sex had me so hot that I had to roll over onto my 
stomach so she wouldn't see that I had a raging hardon. I really wanted to 
pull her up on to the bed and spoon with her, to feel the warmth and 
firmness of her body next to mine. I wanted to pull her around facing me, to 
run my hands down her back, and to feel our lips meet, our tongues touch. I 
didn't know if she felt the same way so I didn't do anything.

I should have. I know that now. That was a rare time when I wasn't with 
anyone and neither was she. I was afraid of damaging our friendship. Perhaps 
it would have. Perhaps we'd have found something in each other. The what-if 
game can be a real bitch.

-=-

Sarah graduated and moved out of town. It felt so odd to not have her 
nearby. Even though we didn't see each other as much in the last year before 
she left, she'd always been just a couple of miles away. Now, she'd be a 
good 8 or 9 hours away going to grad school. I didn't know it at the time, 
but she'd eventually be across the country from me. Not that it would have 
been any consolation, but I think I would have gone to visit her at school 
if I'd known then what I know now.

She came and visited once after she'd moved to the coast. At the time, I'd 
been living with the girl I'd been seeing for several years. Sarah and I 
stayed up long into the night talking and catching up. The next morning, I 
found myself awake in bed fantasizing that she'd join me in bed after my 
girlfriend left. I saw myself with my hands in her hair, kissing her neck, 
pressing hard against her body.

Just the thought of it had me hard as a rock. I liked the thought of pulling 
her t-shirt over her head and then sliding her panties down over her legs, 
leaving her exposed completely. Then I saw myself pulling her to me, her 
body hot against mine, our legs intertwined as our kissing got hotter and 
more insistent. I saw myself looking into her eyes as I slid inside of her, 
feeling connected mentally as well as physically.

As I masturbated, I saw her on top of me, slowly sliding up and down on my 
cock, her hands on my chest, mine on her hips. I couldn't wait anymore and I 
came all over my hand, stomach, and chest. I cleaned myself up and got out 
of bed. I peeked down the hallway to see her door still shut. Considering 
that she was dating someone (even though he was on another continent) and I 
was living with someone, the fantasy wasn't going to be a reality. At least 
it wouldn't then.

-=-

A couple of months ago, everything seemed to fall apart. My relationship 
just sort of melted away. The company I worked for was being sold and no one 
knew if the new company was going to keep people or lay them off. The band 
I'd been in broke up. All in all, everything went to hell. I had a fair bit 
of money saved up and since the status of the company was unknown, I decided 
it was time to use some of the vacation I'd been saving up.

I gave Sarah a call and asked if I could come visit her. She seemed 
surprised to hear from me, but she said yes. I flew out a few days later and 
she met me at the airport. She looked absolutely incredible. Her brown eyes 
sparkled as we saw each other and rushed to wrap ourselves up in each 
others' arms. It just felt good to feel her against me after so long, to 
smell her hair, to have her presence near me.

We went back to her apartment, got some dinner, and then settled in to catch 
up. As usual, we talked until late in the night. I crashed on the couch and 
slept hard. I woke up the next morning and saw a note from Sarah on the 
table. It said she had to be at work today, but she left a spare key and her 
cell phone number in case I went out somewhere. She also said she'd take the 
next day off of work so we could spend more time together.

I spent most of the day just walking around the city, feeling the wonder of 
a new place and new scenery wash over me. It was relaxing and let me keep my 
mind off of the horrible state of things back home. I got back to the 
apartment just before she did.

I was hot and in need of a shower. She also decided she wanted one before we 
went out. I let her go first since it was her place and there was only the 
shower off of her bedroom. After she finished, I took my turn. I was leaving 
the bathroom when I got a glimpse of her completely naked. She was facing 
the full length mirror in her bedroom and she had just dropped her towel to 
put on her bra and panties. I think we were both completely embarrassed. I 
managed to stammer an apology and went back to the studio she used as a 
guest room.

All through the night, though, the only thing I could think about was seeing 
her naked. I tried to keep conversation going so it wouldn't be awkward. All 
in all, it went pretty well. We managed to not talk about it. We talked 
about going out to a club after dinner, but we were both so tired, we opted 
just to go hang out at her place.

Again, we talked until late in the night. We talked about anything and 
everything. We even reminisced about some of the nights we'd spent together, 
though platonically, in college. It just felt good to laugh with her. 
Eventually, though, the candles burnt low and we were both exhausted. I was 
stretched out on the sofa with my feet in her lap.

She pushed my feet off of her and got up. I thought she was going to bed, 
but instead she stretched out beside me on the sofa, using one of my arms as 
a pillow. I wrapped my other arm around her and she made a contented sound 
her in throat. We both drifted off to sleep like that.

I woke sometime later with her pressed up against me. I realized with more 
than a little embarrassment that I was hard. I scooted myself back just a 
little so she wouldn't wake to such a surprise. It was a nice attempt, but 
she scooted back against me, pressing my hard dick against her ass. She 
seemed to be grinding against me.

I sighed and just let the feelings wash over me. I slid my free hand over 
her hip and traced the contour of her thigh. It was when I felt her hand 
touching mine as my fingers danced over her belly that I knew things were 
going to be different this time. She guided my hand along the curve of one 
of her breasts and then back down her side.

Then she pulled away. I thought that maybe the sleep haze cleared and she 
had decided to get up. Instead, she surprised me by turning towards me, 
bringing us face to face. Our eyes met and I saw the same desire in her eyes 
that I felt. We inched closer, our noses sliding past each other, until our 
lips touched.

It was a tentative kiss, not the deep kiss I was expecting. We kissed 
lightly for awhile. I felt her tongue touch my lips. I took that as a cue 
and let my tongue meet hers. The kisses got deeper and longer, our hands 
exploring each other slowly. My hand played up her spine and into her hair 
as we kept kissing.

Things got hotter as we kept kissing. Finally, she pulled away and got up. I 
thought that was it until she grabbed my hand. She led me off to her 
bedroom. When we got into the room, she pressed up against me and we kissed 
some more. I let me hands roam over her ass and pulled her against me. By 
this time, I was rock hard and really hot and bothered.

She backed away again. She pulled her shirt over her head and then pulled my 
shirt off of me. We moved over to the bed and started kissing again. I 
rolled her onto her back and kissed my way down her neck and up to her ears, 
letting my tongue trace her earlobe.

I worked my way back down to her collarbone and then to her chest. I 
outlined the gentle swell of her breast on the edge of her bra cup using my 
tongue. I reached between us and unclasped the front hook of her bra, 
leaving her breasts exposed to me. I swirled my tongue around one of her 
nipples before sucking it into my mouth. I did the same to the other before 
continuing my way down her body. I let my tongue play over her thighs and 
she moaned softly and spread her legs wider. I nuzzled her pussy lightly 
before letting my tongue trace her labia and circle her clit.

I really started to eat her after that. I slid my arms under her thighs and 
let them rest on her belly, touching her breasts from time to time. I sucked 
her clit before flicking my tongue against it and then licking and sucking 
her pussy. I pulled an arm back around and slide a finger in her as I licked 
her. I slid a second finger into her as I worked on her clit. I felt her 
pussy spasm around my fingers long before she made any noises.

She pushed my face away from her. I moved back up beside her when she turned 
to me and kissed me deeply. I knew she had to be tasting herself on my lips 
and tongue, but she didn't seem to care. I felt her hand touching my cock 
through my pants.

Sarah didn't waste much time getting me out of my pants and boxers. Her hand 
wrapped around my penis and she slowly jacked me as we kissed. Then she 
started kissing her way down my body. I saw her lower her mouth over the 
head of my dick, feeling her tongue swirl all around it. Then she took it 
deeper, really jacking the shaft as she did it.

I pulled her back up to me before she made me come. I rolled a rubber on and 
then pulled her on top of me. She lowered herself onto my cock, letting it 
fill her slowly. After she was all of the way down, I pulled her face down 
to me so we could kiss as we slowly pumped against each other. Her hands 
sought mine and our fingers intertwined as she thrust against me.

I bucked my hips a little more against her as the pace quickened. She was so 
hot and wet against me and the feelings of her hands in mine and eyes 
looking at me so intensely that I never wanted it to end. She let go of my 
hands and brought her face to mine. We kissed deeply again.

I felt her trying to roll us over so I was on top. I started thrusting 
harder and harder. Her legs came up and wrapped around me, her ankles 
crossed behind my back and her arms went around me neck, hugging me to her. 
I started really rolling my hips into her and apparently hit the right spot 
as I heard her really start moaning. Faster and faster we went until I could 
feel myself getting closer.

I started coming inside her. As I did, I felt a hot rush over my cock as she 
came, too. I pushed a few more times before just feeling completely spent 
inside her. Our eyes locked as I bottomed out in her. I leaned in and we 
kissed for what seemed like hours.

-=-

Before the trip was over, we spent several more nights together. Each time 
was as good and as memorable as the first. I was worried that it would be 
awkward. Strangely enough, it seemed like this was the logical progression 
in our relationship together. I had to go home, but I had made plans to come 
back, and soon.

Over time, we spent more days and nights together. This week I have to get 
everything packed up. The moving truck will be here soon and I've got a 
cross country trip to make. After all this time, we'll be together. It's the 
way it was supposed to be.