I stood there, in front of the gate of my university. It was morning, a new day of classes was about to begin. I was waiting for my friend who shouldn't be too long. In the meantime, a multitude of people passed in front of me, heading to class. I saw many faces I knew, sometimes people from my class, friends, or even faces I used to see. Watching them file past, one after the other, something surprised me. It was already the end of the year, and already nearly half the class was no longer coming to class. It's quite common for students to drop out during the year, not thriving in this field (but who really can?) or preferring to take advantage of their freedom, but it was mostly very good students who left, and without ever telling us. They left, leaving us in the lurch. It was all men, in fact, the male-female ratio being even more unbalanced than at the beginning of the year because of these unexpected departures.
In short, the wait was long and I was thinking about everything and anything. Finally someone stopped next to me, but it wasn't the one I was expecting, it was Eve, one of the best students in the class. I had spoken very little with her before, there was a rather communal atmosphere, the majority preferring to stay with their group of friends and speaking little with the others. This didn't prevent me from knowing her well, she was perhaps one of the most popular girls in our course, and the best student in the class. Some were quite jealous, while others, the men in the class, would have liked to have her as a companion. It was true that she was very charming, pretty, beautiful, and even sexy we could add. She had pink hair. Colors of this kind were quite common, but it always surprised me, in the village where I came from there were few people with hair other than brown or black.
As I was admiring her figure as usual, she gave me a big smile, a wave of her hand as a greeting, which I returned, and she started the conversation:
"I need your help, Jonas. Could you help me with some lessons? I'm having a little trouble understanding them?"
I was quite surprised by her request, because she was a better student than me, and we didn't really know each other. But it was an opportunity to spend time with her, or even more generally with a pretty girl, so I wasn't going to refuse.
"Yes, no problem. Do you want to meet at the library this afternoon?
- No, come directly to my place if you don't mind, it will be easier to talk if we don't have to whisper.
- Yes, you're right, it's better. I answered quite soberly, but inside I was bubbling with excitement. Do you live in the student residence?
- No, I have an apartment a little further away. I'll send you the address.
- What time do we meet?
"I think I'll be home around three o'clock. Would it be okay if you come over a little later, just while I tidy up a bit?" she asked, laughing.
- Yes, no problem. I'll arrive around 3:30 I think, that will give you enough time.
- Yes, it's perfect! Thank you, I'll see you later then.
- Yes, to all."
Thus ended our short discussion, but probably the longest we'd had since the beginning of the year. I remained outwardly stoic, but I had to admit that inside I was very impatient. There was a glimmer of hope that this girl was interested in me, even if I didn't really believe it. She was probably very serious when she said she wanted to study, perhaps in a subject where I managed to surpass her? She was a popular girl, but still quite studious, especially since I didn't see why she would be interested in me given the range of choices available. Many people would have dreamed of going out with her. In fact, I didn't even know if she was in a relationship or not. Surely such a woman was.
She sped off, a big smile on her face. As she walked away, I examined her. She was wearing a skirt today; the first glimmers of spring could already be felt reflected in her attire, but unfortunately, no breeze could better satisfy my curiosity. Her top hugged her generous curves quite well, while her shoulder-length pink hair flowed gracefully, carried by her movement.
"Jonas, hey ho!" a voice called to me from afar.
It was my friend, Théo, chanting my name through the crowd of students. Far from being shy, he enjoyed putting on a show.
"I'm coming, my chick." he shouted.
I gave him a big wave. I preferred to limit myself in this kind of game; I wasn't as comfortable as he was in public. He pushed through the herd and managed to reach me, and we immediately set off towards our classroom.
"So, how are you?" he asked me.
- Yes yes, a little tired but the day is starting well.
- Oh yeah? What's making you smile so much? Or maybe "who"?
- While waiting for you, Eve came to talk to me.
- Eve? From our class?
- Yes, the sublime Eve!
- Lucky you! So, she asked you out for a drink, right? he said, winking and patting me with his elbow. You're so lucky!
- I would have liked to, but no, she just asked me to come and help her with a class.
- A private lesson, I hope, he whispered, repeating the same expression.
- Haha, come on, stop! You know her a little, I think she was serious. Unfortunately, I don't think I'll have a chance with this beauty.
- Yeah, you're not wrong. But you can still consider yourself lucky to be able to spend time alone with her, with such a sexy girl.
- Yes, it's true."
The image of her body came back to me, and as I imagined myself beside her, close to her, our bodies brushing against each other as we worked, a smile crept across my face.
"Lucky guy!" Theo said.
Finally, we arrived in the classroom and settled in. While waiting for class to begin, we chatted about everything and nothing, but mostly about stupid things. A few joined the conversation, others left, small groups formed, evolving according to the migrations. Finally, the professor arrived. He sat down. We all took our seats. The class began. And damn, it was boring.
This new day of classes wasn't exciting, but fortunately, this afternoon's appointment allowed me to keep smiling all the same. The images of her flowing hair, her beautiful thighs overlooked by her short skirt, and her resplendent facial expressions were no longer out of my head. I only had to turn my head and I could contemplate her. The very idea of this time we were going to spend together projected numerous fantasies into my mind, many of them obscene.
When the bell rang for lunch, she walked right past me, waving and brushing her bouncy breasts against my arm. While I was in the whirlwind of emotions that had been torturing me since this morning, obsessed with Eve's presence, this was one event too many. When she left the room, I apologized to my friend and hurried to the bathroom. I took an empty stall, locked it, and pulled down my pants and underwear.
In my head, images of my comrade were playing in a loop, but they were all the fruit of my imagination: in many obscene positions, half-naked, she let me see her valleys or even her forbidden fruit. She gave me a lecherous look, waiting for me, begging me to come and make her taste the pleasures of the flesh. I advanced, I grabbed her, I rushed her: she asked me, I desired her, we merged into one another, I pollinated her and in gratitude she took my honey. My mind sometimes made us angels ascending to heaven, sometimes beasts who expressed all the singularity of their passions, where the other was no more than the reflection of these.
Never had my imagination been so overflowing and given me so much material for my solitary pleasure. My hand on the wall, I let go of my still very sensitive penis. I caught my breath, I observed the wall in front of me, painted with my semen. I took some toilet paper to clean up the mess. I was surprised by the quantity I had spilled. Since I had met him, and even more since I had touched him, all my senses were heightened, my desires took precedence over my reason. The performance of my ejaculation demonstrated the power of the passion that burned in my innermost being. I was as if bewitched.
I pulled up my stockings and quickly left the bathroom to join Theo. We went to eat, and I hoped it would take my mind off things. No matter how much we talked, I was only half-listening; I couldn't concentrate. Eve was sovereign in my own consciousness; she was in charge; I couldn't subtract another idea from her. Nor did I choose how she appeared to me; it was as if she came to me as she pleased.
The time of the meeting approached. I was both excited and terrified by the influence she could have had on me with a simple meeting. What would happen when we were alone? Could I survive it? Remain in control of my passions? But this idea stimulated me and aroused in me an irresistible desire to see her again. I no longer understood how my emotions worked, but I let them control my body; I was no longer master in my own house (my body).
It was the end of classes, my friend left me alone, but before he wished me good luck and, shaking my hand, he left a condom in it with a wink. I didn't even have time to reprimand him before he was already far away, taking to his heels and laughing heartily. I had to resolve to keep it even if the possibility of using it was almost nil. It was barely after three o'clock, I had about half an hour left before the meeting time, time I had to kill. According to the address Eve had sent me, her apartment was on the border of the university complex, five minutes would be enough to get there. I then thought about making myself more presentable. I rushed to the bathroom, no longer to externalize my urges, but to quickly make myself beautiful. Checking that I was alone, I stood in front of the mirror and started by fixing my hair with my hands. Then I adjusted my shirt so that it looked neat, I tried as best I could to erase a stain on my pants, certainly indistinguishable at first glance but which irritated me, and finally I put on some deodorant. I was ready, I could go to Eve's without worry, except for that of her omnipresence in my mind.
As I walked to her house, my heart was pounding, and a feeling of anxiety was gripping me. Finally, I arrived at my destination a little early. Standing at the front door, I hesitated to knock before the scheduled time. I thought it would be better to wait a little longer, in peace and quiet. Some people were coming out of their houses, greeting each other, or giving me a questioning look when they saw my strange immobility.