Tim in College Ch. 06

6 - Waiting for the Next One - Part 1
Nicole was a normal girl. Beautiful inside and out, Nicole deserved the best. She sure as hell deserved better than what I gave her, that's for sure. She wasn't my dream girl, or my soul mate. I was lonely, and Nicole was the girl who was there.
I had rid myself of Melody, and set my sights on Mandy. She had been with some guy named Adam the last time I saw her, but her positive response to my email gave me hope that maybe he was just a placeholder, that maybe she was just waiting for me to come around. So we made plans to get together and meet for coffee a few days later. I was trying to play it cool, but still made sure to look good for the occasion.
Mandy and I had a clear attraction, but kept getting the timing wrong, and I was so excited at the possibility that we had finally gotten it right. She was magnetic, lighting up any room she was in, and I wanted her to pour that positive energy, and that amazing body, all over me. I thought about that body often, and on many a night while stroking my cock I thought about what it must be to feel her. I relived the memory of watching the supple muscles in her back flair as she slowly pleasured her then-boyfriend with her mouth, feeling a lurid mix of jealousy and extreme arousal at the thought of being the one in his position. That tight, gymnast's body, that sweet, bubbly face wrapped around my cock, and those tits--those big, fake tits that gave her back her confidence--all made me lurch and spurt in beautiful agony on more than one occasion.
All of these things made me optimistic for the future, and that much more shattered when our meeting actually happened.
***
"The thing is," she said to me over the lip of her mocha latte, "I like you, Tim, and I want to be friends..." I felt a big but coming. "...but that's all it can be. I'm still with Adam, and I really like him."
We had had a great time up to that point, losing track of time and talking for close to two hours. Even though we had only crossed paths briefly, we talked as though we had known each other our whole lives. Mandy was smart, had great stories, and was an absolute riot. We shared a lot of laughs, and I could feel the aura around us, bringing us closer together. Feeling the clear connection between us, I felt confident enough to ask her if she wanted to get dinner later that night, leading to a lot of confusion with her answer.
"Friends can't get dinner?" I said, hopefully, thinking that the clear romantic shift of a night out together might change her mind.
"Not the way you want to," she said with a sarcastic look. "Tim, look," she began again, looking down at her drink, "I'm with Adam right now, and...if I'm with someone, I'm WITH SOMEONE." Her crystal eyes flashed up at me. "And I know that you might not have the same appreciation for those kinds of boundaries...but I do."
I knew immediately what she was alluding to--her cousin Kerri had told her. Told her that Kerri and I had been secretly hooking up behind her boyfriend (my friend Mike)'s back. Finally that had bit me in the ass.
"That was..." I started, but she cut me off.
"You don't need to explain it to me, that's just not the person I am."
"It's not the person I am either," I countered. I wanted to believe it, but I wasn't sure I did. "We were just being young and stupid."
"Well then there's no reason we can't be good friends, is there?"
"No," I said, as upbeat as possible, while secretly crumbling inside, "I guess not."
"Great!" she said, flashing me that amazing smile of hers, a smile that warmed me inside and instantly brought my mood back up.
We spent the rest of our time talking like the new old friends we were, and I began shifting my thoughts away from erotic encounters and toward enjoying her as a person and a friend. As we wrapped up, we exchanged phone numbers, hugged, and made loose plans to see each other again.
Walking back to my dorm, I began adjusting my mindset regarding Mandy, trying to come to terms with the fact that we were, at least for the foreseeable future, only going to be friends. I was ok with that. Disappointed, sure, but ok with it. But as my mind played things over, I couldn't help but wonder how much Kerri had actually told her; how in depth she went on our escapades. Maybe she told her everything, in great detail. And maybe that's why Mandy still wanted me in her life. Otherwise why even put the temptation in front of us?
But I couldn't think like that. Not about Mandy, My FRIEND.
***
Mandy and I hung out again shortly after, and pretty soon it became a regular thing. We just clicked, and we always had a great time together, which made it that much tougher to keep the prospect of romance out of my mind. I thought it would be easier the more Adam was around, but instead all I could think about was how much of a dud he was, and how I felt like she was wasting her time with him.
I even did my best not to think about her when I jerked off, thinking that mental copulation Escort would only make things harder, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't slip up from time to time. I'd be lying if I said that every now and then, after a particularly excellent night out with her or if she happened to wear something that accented her amazing body in just the right way, thoughts of Mandy and her amazing body didn't make me cum in my own hands.
But this is why I knew I needed to get my mind off of her and on to someone else. That's where Nicole enters the picture.
Nicole and I shared one of those big, hundred-student lecture classes together. Of all the seats in that room, we ended up next to each other two weeks in a row completely by chance. The third week she sat next to me on purpose. The fourth week I did the same.
We hit it off in that slow burn way you do sometimes, but found a lot in common. It wasn't long before we began to spend time with each other after class, getting lunch together at the local off-campus diner. I realized whenever we'd hang out, my face would hurt from smiling when I left. Pretty soon, after class lunch turned into lunch on the weekend, independent of class, and then inevitably, from lunch to dinner. But not the way I would have expected.
"Hey, I gotta ask you something, but I'm kind of embarrassed," she said to me, picking the pickles off her sandwich.
"Anything, you know that," I replied, charmed by her distaste for the vegetable.
"So I need to go to this thing for my journalism class--it's like an event I have to cover--and I was wondering if you'd wanna go with me." She tossed her straight, brown hair back over the shoulder of her denim jacket. She loved that denim jacket, adorned with a tasteful array of buttons and enamel pins, and wore it all the time.
"Sure," I said, without hesitation. I liked Nicole, and spending time with her was basically effortless. "Like a sports game or something?"
"Well, that's the thing," she said, shifting nervously in her seat, "It's actually this...dinner thing."
"Oh?"
"And it's sort of...black tie."
"Oh!" I said, my interest piqued. This wasn't a chill hang out, this was going to be...a date.
"Yeah..." she said, an adorable dusting of embarrassment coming over her. "I have two tickets, and it's like a sit down dinner thing, and I was hoping I wouldn't have to do it alone, so..." her brown eyes ticked up to meet mine. "...what do you think?"
"I think it sounds great," I said with a big smile. Her nervousness broke, and she matched my smile with one of her own. She sparkled when she smiled. We made plans to meet up for the event that coming weekend, and said goodbye. I walked away that day happy and excited. I don't think either of us fully realized it at that point, but this was more than just one friend helping out another date--this was a DATE date.
As a college sophomore, I probably should have been worried about what to wear to a black tie event, but luckily for me I had a suit in my closet just in case. A suit that had a lot of nostalgic value to me; a suit I hadn't worn since my senior prom. Getting ready to meet Nicole that night, I couldn't help but remember the last time I had worn it, flashing back to sitting there, bewildered, in the back of the limo, while my step-sister's best friend Steph kneeled in front of me, giving me my very first blowjob.
I remembered scrunching the hem of the jacket tight into my fist as I began to cum into Steph's sweet, amazing mouth. I guess you could say it was my lucky suit, and when Nicole came down to meet me to get our car to the event, I started to believe it.
Nicole looked amazing--I had never seen her so dressed up. I actually didn't know if I had ever seen her in makeup before, and she showed that she knew how to impress when she needed to. Immaculately done up hair; eyes and lips sharp and distinct; black, backless dress hugging her body in just the right ways, accenting the subtle-yet-enticing curve of her hips. Connecting behind her neck and draping down tastefully over her breasts, the dress reminded me of the dress Steph wore to prom.
I felt my hand scrunch the hem of my jacket into my fist.
"You look amazing," I gushed through a dopey smile. The smile she returned was equally dopey, and we both took a moment to adjust to the new formal presentation our relationship was exploring.
"Thanks, you too. It's...actually my prom dress," she giggled, causing me to giggle at the serendipity. We settled down, and both of our looks lingered just a bit longer on each other as our car pulled up to the curb. "Shall we?" she said through another nervous smile. I nodded.
In the car ride over, Nicole gave me a rundown of what the event was, and what her job was for the evening. It was a campaign fundraiser for a local politician, and Nicole had to do a write up for her class covering the speech the politician was to give, and she told me she was going to do her best to go one step further and get a direct quote from him.
"And Escort Bayan what do we do after you're done?" I asked innocently enough.
"Well, we can enjoy the rest of the event," She said, considering the options, "or we could...leave." I couldn't help but notice a slight squirm on her part as she floated the second option. I tried not to read into it, but...it was difficult not to.
"Yeah, I mean, who knows," I responded, "it might be boring."
"Yeah," she agreed, "it might be boring."
It was not boring.
Or at least, maybe I should say I was not bored being there with her, because there were plenty of other people there, seasoned fundraiser attendees and their long-suffering spouses, who put on a smile and said their hellos, but you could tell they'd rather be anywhere else. Not us though.
We were both overwhelmed by the grandeur of the event, the shimmering, grand ballroom of the local five-star hotel acting as the staging area for an evening of showing off. A band played tasteful, yet danceable music, a long buffet table offered plenty of food and refreshments, and the cool night air breezing in through the large terrace windows gave the whole evening a kiss of the magical.
Nicole was nervous, not about being there with me, but about her task at hand. There was too much stimulation. Too many people. Her shoulders were scrunched up in a cute display of anxiety. She was extremely cute; she had been so excited about this opportunity, and when she got excited, her cheeks blushed a delightful shade of pink--it was becoming one of my favorite things about her. But then and there, she was paler than ever.
"Hey, it's ok, you're gonna do great," I assured her.
"No, This is too much, I don't know where to start, I--"
My hand slipped down her forearm and took her fingers in mine. She turned and looked at me, her eyebrows arching in minor terror.
I smiled. "You're gonna do great," I said again. Her brow softened, but the tension in her shoulders remained. "Listen--he's not supposed to speak until what, 9?"
"Yeah, 9,"
"Well then that means we have plenty of time." I turned toward the dance floor. "Do you dance?"
"Badly," she replied, still tense.
"Perfect. Me too. Let's go." We shared self deprecating smiles, and she followed as I led her to the dance floor.
The music was as light and airy as the soft, night time wind, and Nicole and I came together in movement as well as two awkward college sophomore friends on a date could muster. It wasn't elegant, but boy were we having fun. I could feel Nicole loosening up as we went on, and as the music got slower, our bodies got closer. Soon my hand drifted around her waist, and I felt the bare skin of her lower back. It was smooth and soft.
"Feeling better?" I said softly to her, mere inches from her face.
"Yes, much," she said with a soft smile, "thank you."
"I thought it might help to see how all these rich people dance just as bad as us poors," I smiled. She chortled with laughter, turning away to muffle her sounds. She turned back to me, and we locked eyes, our gaze belying a much different attitude than our laughter.
The song ended, our gaze finally broke. "Let's go get some air," she said, motioning toward the terrace. I followed beside her, and we found a quiet corner near an ivy-covered overhang. She leaned against the stone railing. I stood very close to her. She let me.
"God, there's so much money in that room--maybe I should try to find myself a rich husband," She chuckled, arching her back in a stretch. The fabric of her dress pulled tight against her modest, braless breasts.
"Oh, now the truth comes out," I said with a playful smirk, "she's a golddigger!"
"No, no," she laughed back, "I'm looking for love just like everyone else." Her eyes hung on me for a second, then drifted back to the night.
"Not me," I boasted, "I'm definitely not above being some rich widow's boy toy." I straightened my jacket in my best high society manner. "That is, if you think they'd have me."
"Oh they'd be all over you," Nicole laughed.
"Oh yeah?"
"Mmhmm," she mused, almost unconsciously leaning into me, "young, handsome, charming..."
"Charming?"
"...I bet any woman here would love to just eat you right up."
"ANY woman?"
"Mmhmm."
"Well then maybe we both should go out on the prowl--we can compare stories in the morning!" I slumped to my elbow on the railing, lowering myself more to her eye level.
"No, not me," she said, turning away, "one nighters aren't really my thing."
"No?"
"Nah--I'm more of a repeat offender. I like consistency. Reliability." She looked at me ast she said it, and I felt less like it was conversational, and more like it was informational. "Although lately I've been putting that theory to the test, that's for sure."
I paused a moment, doing some light math in my head. "Wait...have you not been with anyone since you broke up with your boyfriend?" Nicole had told me Bayan Escort about her last relationship, one that lasted for about a year and a half, with a guy on campus named Jay. She said they had gotten along well, and had a good time, but it definitely wasn't love. Jay transferred, and it was the perfect excuse they needed to call things off. I had always been deeply fascinated with some of the more intimate details of their relationship, but Nicole established early that she was not one to kiss and tell.
"Nope," she said, adding an exaggerated pop to the P.
"Didn't you guys break up OVER A YEAR ago?"
"Yep," she said with another pop.
"And you've...you never...not once since then?"
She shook her head and giggled nervously into her hand. "What! It's just not my thing! I just like the security, and, you know..." she paused, trailing off.
"You don't want people to think you're a slut?" I volunteered.
"Exactly," she said matter of factly, pausing almost shyly. I could see the wheels turning in her head, the ones trying to decide whether she should say what she was thinking next, whether we knew each other well enough, whether it would make me think of her differently. She looked back at me, and made her decision. "It's just that...I like it when only one person thinks I'm a slut."
I immediately began to think of her differently.
Our gazes locked again, this time a smoldering heat beginning to take over. I felt my mouth get a little dry and realized my hand had once again crumpled up the edge of my suit coat. Right at that moment, the announcement came that the candidate was going to be speaking momentarily. Nicole's ears perked up, and she straightened herself out, preparing to go do the job she was there for.
"That's him--I gotta go, I'll be back in a few--find me a rich husband!" she lobbed at me, making her way back toward the ballroom. I just stood there in mild shock, aroused and intrigued by the way the night was going. I stayed there for a few minutes, taking in the cool breeze, letting myself cool down.
I moved my way back into the ballroom, leaning against the bar for the remainder of the speech, but I wasn't watching the speaker, I was watching Nicole. She was zeroed in, taking notes, hanging on every word. After the speech was over, I watched Nicole confidently push toward the front of the crowd as the candidate came down to mingle and shake hands. Nicole engaged him, and I watched him turn his full attention to her as she asked her question.
"Your friend is quite remarkable," I heard from beside me. It was an older guy in an impeccably-tailored tuxedo wearing a big gold ring. "I would love for you to introduce me to her." I never turned to give him my attention. It was all focused on Nicole.
"Yeah, she is," I said absentmindedly. I watched her quickly writing as the candidate spoke, taking down her needed quote. She thanked him, he moved on, and with a big sigh of relief she turned directly towards me at the bar and smiled a huge smile followed by a fist pumped in triumph. I smiled back, never taking my eyes off her. "And she's taken."
****
The car ride back was quiet. Nicole and I sat extra close to each other, the sides of our bodies pressed together doing talking that our words couldn't. We were relaxed. We were comfortable. We were content being there together, basking in the afterglow of our evening pretending to be two of the rich and powerful.
I felt Nicole's fingers slowly drift onto the back of my hand, which was resting on my thigh. I felt a buzz run through me and instinctively my hand turned over, and our fingers threaded together. I turned my head slowly towards her. Hers was already there, waiting, lips mere inches from mine. Once again, no words were necessary. With my other hand I gently touched her delicate jaw, tipped her head up toward mine, and kissed her.
Deep sighs of relief vented from both of us. Hands released and moved to bodies, pulling each other closer. Lips parted, tongues explored. Nicole was an excellent kisser. We made out slowly with a passion, and at that moment it felt like we were the only two people on earth.
We didn't even notice the car had come to a complete stop until the loud throat clearing of the driver brought us back to reality. With bashful smiles, Nicole and I separated, taking a moment to straighten ourselves out before exiting the car and walking up the short stairs and into the lobby of our dorm. We stood silently waiting for the elevator, not knowing really what to say, until our awkwardness was relieved by the ding of the arriving car. The doors opened, and Nicole stepped in. I made a move to join her, but was gently stopped by her hand. I gave her a very confused look.
"I think it's better if you wait for the next one." With that, she leaned in and kissed me one more time, then backed off into the elevator, cheeks flushed with that cute, rosey look of excitement she got.
The doors closed, and I waited for the next one.
****
"You can't hang out tomorrow because you have a DATE, huh?" Mandy said as she grabbed some napkins, then walked with Tim over to a quiet table in the corner of the coffee house. "I can't decide if I'm happy for you or offended! Who's the lucky girl?"