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------------------------------ Jamie turned to watch the girl leave, feeling an aching in his groin. When he had stepped through the door to the roof, he had not expected to find anyone else there, and was frankly looking for a chance to get away from the rest of the campus. However, when he had rounded the corner, he had first heard her, and then seen her. He had hesitated, feeling his cock grow hard as he watched her in silence, and then he had moved closer. She hadn't seemed to notice as he sat next to her, watching intently. His manhood throbbed intensely as she exploded into orgasm, and he considered taking advantage of the situation, but didn't, waiting instead for her to come out of the clouds and open her eyes. She had blushed quite nicely upon sighting him, and he realized that she really was quite attractive, as well as very nicely shaped. However, in her embarassment she had left so quickly he had not even had the chance to find out who the unusual girl was. He didn't recall having met her before, and he was positive he would have remembered her. He smiled again, thinking of her, then groaned in frustration. Somehow, someway, he had to find out who she was. ------------------------------ Megan stepped into the room, slowly shutting the door behind her, letting the towel drop to the floor in a crumpled heap. "Hey, kiddo!" her roomate's cheery voice greeted her. "Been sunbathing on the roof again?" Megan blushed before she could stop herself and turned away so Lindsay wouldn't see her expression. "Yes," she said softly. She went to her dresser and pulled out a t-shirt and shorts and quickly changed. After regaining her composure, she asked as calmly as possible, "Hey, Lins, you ever see this really cute guy around -- looks kinda like..." She described the man from the roof as best she could. Lindsay thought a moment, then grinned. "Sounds like Jamie Warren. What an incredibly gorgeous man!" She glanced at Megan. "Why, got the hots for the guy?" Megan sat on the bed, drawing her legs up close, her chin leaning on her hands as she stared at the floor. "No," she mumbled. "I just wondered who he was. 'Sides, you *know* how useless I am when it comes to talking to guys." Lindsay chuckled. "Find him at a party, after you've had a few drinks. That'll loosen your tongue." "Somehow I think it'll take more than that in this case," Megan muttered so quietly Lindsay didn't know she had spoken. "How could I have *done* that?" ------------------------------ As the week went on, Jamie found himself watching the girls who passed through the dorm, and it was a while before he realized he was looking for the girl on the roof. However, he never saw anyone who looked like her, and after two days was ready to give up his search. He was sitting in the lounge, leaning back, feet up on the chair, the book he was reading for his English class open and ignored on his lap. He stared out at the rain dripping down the window. It had rained since that day on the roof, casting a pall over everything at the California campus. Jamie chuckled to himself. Not even a chance to sunbathe on the roof again. "Hey, Jamie! You reading that book or hoping to absorb the plot through your skin?" Jamie looked in the direction of the cheerful voice to see a classmate of his walking towards him. He recognized the blond, although he didn't know her name, as a vivacious girl from his English class. He greeted her and motioned for her to sit. She perched on the edge of the chair opposite him and said cheerily. "I'm Lindsay." He nodded. She didn't say anything more, so he resorted to small talk. "Bitch of a book to read, hm?" He gestured at the novel in his lap. Lindsay shrugged. "I read it last year for another class, so no big deal." She glanced at him. "Do you know a Megan Riley?" she asked out of the blue. Jamie thought a bit. "Can't say I do. Why?" "She's my roomate. She was asking about you." Jamie's eyes narrowed. Could it be... "What's she like?" Lindsay described her roomate. There was *nothing* she liked better than a little matchmaking, especially where her overly shy roomate was concerned. As Jamie listened, he felt his body react as he realized Megan was the girl he had been looking for her. He had been waking in the morning to dreams of her... he had seen her in his fantasies... and now he could have the chance to find the girl. He grinned. "Why don't you give me her number, or tell me where to find her? You say she's shy? Maybe I can do something about that..." Lindsay took a piece of paper from the notebook she had tucked under her arm. "Her schedule's on there too." She grinned in return. "Good luck. You'll likely need it." ------------------------------ Megan groaned in frustration. Her math class had to be the most *utterly* boring class to take. Each day she sat through the class, staring at walls, daydreaming, just letting her mind wander. She glanced at her watch. Just about time for the professor to start winding up. Then finally he was done. With a sigh of relief, Megan packed up her notebook and book, tucked them under her arm, and hurriedly left the room. As she hurried through the door and around the corner, she muttered "Excuse me," to the large body that suddenly blocked her way. When it didn't move, she glanced up angrily. "*Excuse* me..." her voice trailed off as she recognized who stood in front of her. Jamie grinned down at her. "Fancy meeting you here." Megan felt her face grow hot and knew she was blushing to the tips of her toes. She stepped sideways and moved forward more quickly than he could block her way again. As she hurried away, Jamie watched her retreating back, an amused smile on his face. ------------------------------- Megan was curled up in her room studying, despite the sun having once again returned. She preferred to study on the roof, but after the last time... her face grew red and her body betrayingly warm with the memory. She shook her head and tried to concentrate on work. A knock on her door once again distracted her, and she threw it open. "Yes?" A young man stood before her, holding a vase filled with roses. "Delivery for Megan Riley," the man intoned. "Is this the right address?" Megan nodded, dumbfounded. For her? She took the roses and with a shaky hand signed the receipt. As she closed the door she checked for a card. Setting down the roses on her bureau, she plucked the tiny blue envelope from between the flowers. Opening it nervously, she read, "Do you know how hot you make me? I keep remembering what I saw and want *so* much to see more... -Jamie" She dropped the card as if it were on fire, and then just as quickly picked it up again before her roomate could find it. She looked around, panicked, wondering where to hide the card. She finally tucked deep inside her socks drawer and tried futilely to return to studying. ------------------------------- Lindsay smoothed her miniskirt over her flat stomach and checked her appearance in the mirror. Megan watched from where she was curled up on her bed. "You look fine, Lins. Leave it be." Lindsay turned to stare at her roomate. "You should come with me, Megan. It's not like its any big deal or anything." Megan shrugged. "You know I don't like big parties." "You're shy, I know." Lindsay sighed. "Meg, you're *never* going to get to meet anybody if you don't try." She walked over to Megan's closet and started going through the clothes. Pulling out a peasant blouse and short skirt, she tossed them to Megan, adding a pair of nylons and flats to the pile of clothes. "Get dressed." Megan looked up to see Lindsay standing before her, hands on her hips, a determined expression on her face. "What?" She glanced from her roomate to the pile of clothes on the bed, and back to her roomate again. "You must be joking." "No joke." Lindsay reached out to pull Megan's arms until the girl was standing before her. "Now, are you going to get dressed or do I have to do it for you?" Seeing there was no way out of the situation, Megan quickly stripped and dressed again. She looked at the peasant blouse Lindsay had chosen and started to exchange it for another top, but Lindsay stopped her. Megan blushed at the thought of wearing the blouse, for it was slightly transparant, and since it was off-the-shoulder, a bra could not be worn underneath. "Lins, everyone will be able to see *everything*!" Lindsay shrugged. "Look, just dress to kill. Then you won't have to worry about making conversation. No one will notice if you're tongue tied if you're dressed well enough." Megan had to smile at that, and realizing that Lindsay wouldn't change her mind, she hastily finished dressing. The top was very low on her, uncovering the tops of her breasts. She felt as if she would fall out of it should she do anything too active, like breath. And the skirt... well, she tried to tug it a little longer, but it didn't work, barely covering her nicely shaped ass and no further, showing little and leaving much to pleasant imagination. "Perfect!" Lindsay gave her a 'thumbs up'. "Now lets go." ------------------------------- The minute they stepped inside the door, Megan felt crushed by the bodies around her. Lindsay stayed with her only as far as the bar, and then left her alone as she moved toward the dance floor, a cute guy on her arm. Megan watched helplessly after her, and moved over towards the wall, trying to find a place where she could breathe and sip her drink in relative peace. "Do you dance?" Megan glanced up to see *him* again. Blushing, she turned away. He tapped her on the shoulder, getting her to glance at him again. He smiled encouragingly. "I just asked if you *danced*. One dance can't hurt, can it?" She shrugged, not trusting herself to say anything. He reached out and gently took the drink from her hand, setting it on a nearby table. Taking her hand, he led her out to the dance floor, where she could hear a slow song playing. Placing his arms around her waist, he drew her close and started to sway. Megan could feel the heat coming from his hands at her back and tried to draw away. He held her pinned in his arms, close to him, and she saw amusement in his eyes when she tried to put more distance between their bodies. He bent his head close to her ear and whispered, "I have you now, my dear, and I don't intend to let you go." She looked up at him and saw the grin on his face, and tried to smile back, all sane thoughts having fled from her head. This was worse than being simply tongue-tied. She had absolutely no idea what she was thinking and little control over what she was feeling. His hands were caressing the small of her back, and even that simple touch was wreaking havoc with her senses. She looked up again and saw his eyes gleaming as he watched her face intently. He licked his lips, and her attention focused on that part of his face. He had such nice lips. She wondered what it would feel like if he kissed her. Jamie stared down at the girl in his arms, amazed at what she could do to his body simply by being near him. He was hard and throbbing already, and wanted to do nothing more than get out of there so he could do what was really on his mind, and it certainly wasn't dancing. He glanced at her to see her eyes staring trustingly up at him as his hands stroked her back. He licked his lips, and saw as her gaze refocused on his mouth. Smiling gently, he bent his head to kiss her. It was fire! Megan gasped for air as Jamie's lips left hers. The music stopped, and he released her slowly, and she simply stood there, a bewildered expression on her face. In one small part of her mind she was amazed... it didn't seem to matter how tongue-tied she was at this time... she looked around her and saw that another song had started -- fast and spirited -- and she automatically felt her body start to move in time with the music. She glanced at Jamie and saw a wide grin on his face as he danced suggestively, smiling only at her. Megan felt her body respond and danced in kind, her hips moving teasingly close to his, then she darted away... touching his chest gently then moving back... a teasing glance, licking her lips, running her hand down his back and legs... She had always loved to dance, and found now that she didn't need to find the words to speak, her body could do it for her. Jamie knew that if he didn't leave soon, he would burst right here. She had finally relaxed and the way she moved her body, teasing him, had him so hot he could hardly think. As the song ended he grasped her arms, drawing her tight up against him and covered her mouth with his own. Megan's body melted against his, and she could feel him hot and hard against her. She ached to see him, and responded fervently to his kiss, fencing with his tongue, her hands snaking around the back of his neck to play with the tendrils of his hair at the base of his neck. She moaned against his mouth, and as he drew back her eyes pleaded with him to leave. Placing an arm around her shoulder (for which Megan was grateful -- she wasn't certain she could have remained standing on her own), Jamie led her from the building, across campus to his room. As he opened the door, Megan stepped inside, suddenly uncertain again. She hesitated as Jamie closed the door. He could see her nervousness in her eyes, and knew that he wanted her to feel right about this. He grinned, knowing that he had thought about this often already, and wondered if she had as well. He watched as she looked around his room. "Nice room," she commented in a shaky voice. Jamie shrugged. "It's small, even for a single. Why don't you sit down, I'll be back in a minute." As he left, Megan looked around for a place to sit, finding a chair piled high with clothes and books, the bed, and the floor. Eyeing the bed nervously, she settled herself on the floor, leaning back against the bed. Now that her mind had returned to her body, she was once more terrified. She *knew* she wanted him, oh God how she knew. She just wasn't sure if she could do it. She was afraid of being laughed at, of doing something wrong... Jamie pushed the door open, carrying with him a bowl filled with ice-cubes. Opening the door to his small refridgerator, he pulled out a bottle and settled it in the ice. Going to his closet, he pulled out two wine glasses and placed them next to the bottle. Then he noticed where Megan was sitting. He sighed inwardly, knowing that she was again tense. He sat down on the bed, next to her, and gently touched her shoulders. "Megan, if you want, I'll take you home now." Megan shook her head and glanced up at him. "I don't want to go home," she said softly, placing her hand on his knee. "I just..." her voice trailed off as she couldn't think of what she'd meant to say. "Do you know how beautiful you looked that day on the roof?" Jamie asked softly. Megan blushed and turned away, wishing he hadn't reminded her of that day. He caught her chin in his hand and gently turned her to face him again. "I mean it," he said. "I've dreamed of that, and of you." He bent to gently kiss her and felt some of the tension ease out of her. "You have?" Megan said, not quite believing him. He chuckled. "Oh yes, I have." He began massaging her shoulders and felt her start to relax again, leaning into his strong hands as they caressed and massaged her muscles. "If you sit up here I can do this better." Megan stood, stretching with catlike grace, her breasts straining against the thin fabric of her blouse, then sat on the bed. Jamie motioned for her to stay put and got up long enough to pop open the bottle of champagne and pour two glasses. He chuckled again. "If I haven't been thinking about you, then why would I have had this?" Megan shrugged, not used to this kind of flattery. "You could have had it for someone else entirely," she said softly. He turned her to face him and set down his glass so he could hold her properly as he kissed her. "Not for someone else, Megan. Only for you." He gently tugged on her shirt, pulling it out from where it was tucked into her skirt, reaching up under it so he touched the bare skin of her back. His lips moved over hers as his hands stroked her back, ever so gently teasing the swells of her breasts as he almost, but not quite, tried to stroke them. Megan felt her breath growing shaky and her mind slipped away leaving only sensation behind. She was grateful that she was sitting, for it suddenly seemed as if all her bones had turned to mush, no longer supporting her body. She giggled slightly, startling Jamie, as she thought of one thing that *definitely* shouldn't have turned to mush... He drew back when he felt her giggle, and saw a devilish expression in her eyes. "What is it?" he asked. She grinned impishly. "I was just thinking how every time you touch me, its as if I no longer have any bones inside me at all." She reached out a tentative hand to touch the bulge beneath his pants. "I can't say I do the same thing to you." "You most certainly don't!." He pulled her against him as he lay back on the bed, bringing her to lie on top of him. She ducked her head as he pulled her shirt over her head in one quick motion. His hands reached up to touch her breasts, first one nipple, then the other, then cupping one breast in each hand. He leaned forward to kiss them. "Very nice," he told her appreciatively. "Almost as good as I dreamed." "Almost!" Megan acted without thinking and swiped the pillow from beneath his head, hitting him soundly with it. "It's not nice to insult the girl you're trying to seduce." He distracted her by nibbling on one nipple, teasing it until it grew hard under his tongue. "No insult intended," he said slowly, between kisses. Megan forgot what she had considered an insult, and gave herself up to the sensations that coursed through her body. Each time his tongue touched her nipple, it was as if there was a line leading directly to between her legs, and should could feel herself growing wetter every moment. As he caressed and kissed her, Jamie slid his hands under the back of her short skirt and began to gently rub her buttocks. "You," he said softly, "have one hell of a nice ass." Megan slipped out from under his hold to lie beside him. She waited a moment until she had her breathing under control again and commented, playing with a button on his shirt, "It's not fair, you know. You have me half undressed already." Jamie stood and quickly stripped, leaving Megan to stare at his wonderful body. He grinned down at her. "Well?" Megan stood and slowly, seductively, slipped the skirt and panties over her hips. She then knelt before Jamie on the bed, wrapping her arms around Jamie's body. "Nice," she whispered, rubbing her cheek against his chest. "Very nice." Her hands snaked up around him, until she reached the base of his neck and wound her fingers through his hair. She tugged gently, bringing his lips to meet hers as she leaned back, pulling him down on top of her. Her hands caressed his buttocks as their tongues fenced. Her breathing grew ragged as Jamie rolled over to lie beside her, one hand lazily tracing a circle around one breast. "You do have a very nice body," he said softly, his eyes holding Megan's captive. She felt as if she were sinking in sensation, her mind caught by his eyes and by the feeling of his hand as it teased her body. His hand moved up to gently cup her breast, his thumb lightly brushing the nipple. "You have very nice breasts," he whispered, as he bent his head to take the nipple in his mouth. Megan felt as if shocks coursed through her as his tongue lightly teased the nipple till it was rigid. Then his tongue trailed down the side of her breasts, and he nuzzled the hollow between before moving to gently lick the other nipple until it too was hard. Megan found it hard to think, and knew that if he continued much longer, she wasn't going to be able to hold back. "Jamie," she whispered, her voice barely audible. It was so hard to even think. "Jamie, if you don't stop I'm going to..." "Good," he interrupted softly. She could almost feel his mouth smile against her breast. His hand gently drifted down, over her flat stomach, feeling the muscles jump, until he lightly brushed the dewy wet mound of curls at the juncture of her legs. He pressed his hand against her, feeling her press her hips against his palm as she moaned. He slipped one finger into the warm folds, finding her center of pleasure hidden inside. He gently rolled it under his finger, his tongue still teasing her nipples, until she moaned and writhed beneath his hand. He felt her tense, and quickly moved to capture her lips with his own, pinning her beneath his hard body as he felt her release with a warm rush against his hand. Slowly, she relaxed, opening her eyes to see him staring down at her, a soft, amused expression in his eyes. She blushed. "You look like you did that day on the roof," she said softly. "So do you..." he whispered, brushing her lips with his, then moving to trail lightly down her neck. She caught her breath, and had to concentrate in order to speak. "You do look a little different," she said, a soft giggle escaping. "Oh, really?" He leaned up on his elbow to stare down at her. "How so?" She ran her hand down his back, then reaching under to caress his hardness. "Well, you weren't exactly naked on the roof..." He shuddered as her hand caressed the length of his rigid cock. "Still, if you'd looked hard enough, you could have seen how much I enjoyed watching you." "Oh, did you?" Megan grinned up at him. "I will *always* enjoy watching you..." Jamie said softly. Megan worked her hands up to his chest and pushed softly against him until he rolled off her and onto his back. "What now?" he asked curiously as she stared down at him, seeming to devour him with her eyes. He could feel himself grow hotter even as she stared, not touching him. Then her hands reached out to lightly brush his chest, and he felt himself tense as her hands drew close, and then away again, teasing him as she carefully avoided touching his rod. Then she grinned and bent till she lightly kissed it on the tip. She turned back to look at him, and saw him watching her through passion-hooded eyes. "Are you enjoying yourself still?" she asked teasingly. Jamie nodded, knowing his voice wouldn't work anymore. When it seemed she had stopped, he tried to make his vocal cords work. His voice came out as if it hadn't been used in quite a while. "Go ahead, continue what you were doing." She cocked her head and smiled at him, brushing her hair back behind her ears. "Continue what? This?" She lightly brushed her hand across his chest then across his penis. "Or this?" Tucking her hair behind her ears, she bent and took him in her mouth. She felt him tense, and heard him moan as his fingers tangled in her hair, urging her to continue. She stroked his balls with one hand, while her tongue explored his rod, licking up and down, then teasing around the sensitive area of the head. She felt his hips began to move, and his breath grow ragged, and quickly moved back before he could orgasm. "Un-unh." She shook her head and wagged a finger at him. "No doing that until you're inside of me." Jamie grinned. In all his imagining of the past week, he had never had fantasies of Megan like this. He reached over and pulled her on top of him, groaning as he felt her damp mound brush against him. He lifted her hips, and guiding himself with one hand, quickly plunged inside of her, settling her against him. Her eyes widened with surprise as she felt him slide deep inside, then softened in the pleasure of the feeling. Because of her shyness, she actually had little experience, and most of it hadn't been terribly pleasant. But this night was turning out to be one to remember! Jamie waited until it looked as if Megan had relaxed again, then slowly started to move. She sat back, her breasts thrust foreward against Jamie's palms, as he massaged her nipples. Her hips moved, drawing away from him, then back close, driving him deeper inside her each time. His hands dropped to her waist, moving to caress her buttocks, then sliding to the front, to where he could feel himself entering her. He again found her pleasure button and massaged it gently. He could feel himself nearing the edge, but was determined to wait for Megan. Megan felt the heat gathering between her legs. Her breath came in short gasps each time she felt Jamie's hands touch her. He grasped her hips, pulling her hard against him, driving deeper and deeper inside of her, until she felt her world suddenly explode. A cry was ripped from her, and she felt herself collapse against Jamie's chest. As Megan cried out, Jamie thrust deep inside her, feeling his cock burst, filling her with warm fluids as she collapsed into his arms. When she came back to reality, she felt Jamie's arms around her, warm and comforting against her back. Her eyes flickered open to meet Jamie's. She saw a mixed expression in his eyes, one of wonder and surprise and gratitude, and she felt that this was mirrored in her own expression. She reached to kiss him lightly, softly, until the kiss grew warmer and deeper. When she drew back, he was grinning at her. "What?" she asked, positive that he was thinking of saying something. "I should meet more women on the roof," he grinned. She hit him lightly on the shoulder. "Meanie!" She grinned back at him. "I guess that means I'll just have to sunbathe on the roof again sometime." Jamie slowly ran his hands down her back. "When you do, how'd you like some company? I know this nice, out of the way rooftop, where *no one* ever goes..." Megan smiled at him. "It's a date." She yawned, covering her mouth in surprise. "I think you wore me out!" Jamie pulled her back against him, sliding her off of him until she lay curled against his body in the crook of his arm. He nuzzled the side of her neck, whispering, "Go to sleep, Megan. And dream sweet dreams. And when you wake up, I'll still be here." He watched as Megan smiled and whispered, "I'm glad." Then with another yawn, she closed her eyes. He settled in next to her, holding her tight between his arms. She felt nice there. Gently rubbing her back until she fell asleep, he thought about how he would be there when she woke up in the morning -- and what he would do when she woke up -- until he fell asleep with a smile on his face. D-Singer ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CARL%NUCENG.DECNET@PINE.CIRCA.UFL.EDU - "Here, have a scooby snack." "Sport the war! War support! The sport is war, total war!" --Slayer (HEADBANGERS DO IT AGAINST THE WALLS!) [*DISCLAIMER* - Contents is not connected with UF or NucEng department.] -- David Zinkin (drz@po.cwru.edu) -- RGH Radiology and CWRU Psych/Chem ('92) "You know, you perplex me. Normally, people who lack physical appeal make up for it with an actual personality!" -- Dr. Frasier Crane ("Cheers")