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By the time I actually manage to focus on her eyes, I’m telling her in my best speaking voice that her professor recommended her to help me fix my computer.
“You are Katelyn, aren’t you?” I finally manage, feeling myself starting to pant as I fight to keep my eyes above her neckline.
“I am,” she finally squeaks, flushing a deep red and starting to fidget. Once she presses her thick legs together I can’t help it. My eyes move down again and I make another low sound as I watch her move.
Willing myself not to think about putting my face between those thighs while my hands knead her perfect ass.
If I’m not mistaken, I’m getting the same vibe that I can feel myself broadcasting.
There’s no one else in the dorm, no one else for a mile or more maybe.
I’ve never felt so instantly switched on with anyone, ever.
Introducing myself as Mr. Heart, I watch her eyes move from mine down to my aching cock and then back up again.
If ever there was a no holds barred introduction with clothes on, I think we’ve just had it.
Chapter Three
Katelyn
Standing there in the hall, I can feel my mouth moving as I try to speak. I’m making a shape like a fish blowing bubbles and try as I might, I just can’t take my eyes off his groin.
I tell myself it must be the lines in the fabric, but it doesn’t take a genius to know that is when it’s so close.
When it’s so big.
I shiver as I feel another line of heat ripple across my own front, my nipples feel like pebbles, beckoning him to stick that fat hot rod of his between them and-
Jesus! What’s come over me?
I feel my trembling hands spread out in front of me before I put them to my temples, trying to regain my composure.
I clear my throat and after we both stand staring for I don’t know how long, I cover my chest with my arms and see a little disappointment in his eyes when I do.
I should be a lot of things right now, but one thing I’m not is wanting this to end.
I could stand here in the hall and watch this man all day, but one of us has to do or say something.
“Umm… How bad do you need me?” I hear myself ask him, hearing him swallow hard as his lip curls.
Those dark eyes making another smooth pass across my body.
“It’s pretty urgent,” he rasps, clutching his huge hands over his front, shifting his meat slightly and making me shudder all over again.
“I’ll get changed,” I hear myself saying. “You wanna wait here a bit?”
He frowns, eyeing my open door but then smiles, both of us slowly recovering.
“Sure,” he says, reddening a little and turning away slightly. “I’ll wait out here.”
I practically stagger back to my room, leaning against the door to close it.
I can hear my heart pounding in my ears, thumping inside my heaving chest.
Holy cannoli, it’s like one of my books come to life. It’s him, it’s really him!
He’s right here in the dorm and he’s asking for my help.
Taking deep breaths and trying to steady my shaking legs as I attempt to change clothes, I hear myself whining as my pussy lips rub together, my chest feeling like it’ll snap if he doesn’t touch me soon.
Get a grip, Katelyn. He wants help with his computer. You’re just spooked because it’s him that’s all.
Calm and slow, calm and slow.
I try and tell myself it’s no big deal, but my whole body is suddenly screaming for something that has nothing to do with computers.
A knock at the door makes me jump, but I know it’s him.
I slide into some jeans and tug a sweater over my head before slipping some shoes on and opening the door again.
Breathless.
“I thought I heard you say something,” he says almost apologetically before his eyes dart down again and run over my outfit.
He lets out another low sound of approval and I feel myself blushing.
No one’s ever looked at me long enough to notice, let alone sound satisfied with what they see.
“Sorry,” he says apologizing again, looking as flustered as I feel and probably look.
“I didn’t even ask if you were busy, I mean… you don’t have anything on tonight?” he asks.
I open my mouth to speak, but he’s already trying to correct himself.
“I mean… I really need you right now… err… I mean… Ugh!” he finally exclaims.
“How about I start over?” he finally says, closing his eyes and taking a breath before he politely ignores my hand hiding my shy laughter.
“Professor Bernstein said you might be kind enough to help me. I’ve got some important computer work to do before Tuesday and my whole system is down. I’m happy to pay you for your time?” he adds.
