The Sauna

“Do I look like the type of woman who doesn’t like attention?” So invited, I run my gaze again up her body, drinking in her slender sinews slick with sweat, her tan curves made sleek and shiny. “You look like the type of woman I’d want as my wife.” I don’t know where that sentence came from. It just fell out of my mouth, the words forming without any direction from my brain. I blame my exhaustion.

The Shuttle Bus

She was wearing jeans, and as she guided my hand back to them, her eyes locked on mine, leaving me with no ambiguity about what she wanted. No words were necessary as I brought my hand up and felt the warmth between her thighs. My fingers found the seam of her pants and pressed into it, rubbing her sex through the denim.

The Gym Girl

I hoisted the bar into the air, let it drop to my chest. That’s when I realized two things. One, how being a spotter basically gives you license to ogle your partner, like he was doing to me now. And two, that as I looked up at him from the height of his knees, he was sporting what I could only describe as a massive bulge in his crotch.

Visiting the Dorms

She doesn’t react when I start to draw circles with my fingers. And then again, nothing when I drag my hand up, daring closer and closer up her chest. My hand slips under her shirt and she doesn’t care. I brush against her tit. Nothing. Emboldened, I squeeze a breast, tweak a nipple. She just lets me, not even the slightest acknowledgment.

Roommates

Her panties are pink and lacy, in that boyshort style that rides high, clings to the curve of her hips. My eyes trace the turning of the hemline, the sweeping pattern stretched taut over her round ass. One leg is straight, the other bent, butt pushed back. My jaw hangs slack. The sun’s not even up yet, this is more than I am prepared to handle this early in the morning.