So, as she sat on her bike, we talked about dorm life, school, parents – just about everything under the sun to kill the time.Īfter about fifteen minutes, I happen to look down and received the shock of my life when I saw my shorts were sagging open and my bare cock was completely visible to Paula as she sat on her bike above me. One thing I immediately noticed about Paula was she didn't have that 'cute college girl' stuck up attitude – she seemed down to earth, with a seemingly warm and genuine personality. Plus, she had something I'd always been enchanted with - that deep, southern female accent. Paula struck me as being really nice – one of those innocent, pixie looking girls who was good looking. Because I was in my third year, I didn't have any classes with her and since I hadn't run into her in the dorms, I'd never met her until now. She lived up on the third floor, while my room was on the second floor. I learned her name was Paula, she was a freshman majoring in engineering, she was from Savannah, and her father was a railroad man. The girl sat on her bike and we shared small talk while we waited to get the 'all clear' to go back inside. "The fire department just got here, so, it's gonna be at least another half hour before they let us back in." The school needs to get those things fixed." I guessed she'd been to the book store, judging from the things in her basket. While I watched all this, a girl on a bicycle rode up and parked her bike in the rack next to where I was sitting. Shortly, we heard the sirens, and as the campus police moved the crowd back, the fire trucks arrived and firemen began making their way into the dorm. I'd learned by now that we wouldn't be allowed back inside until the fire department came and cleared the building, so, once I got outside, I walked out to the middle of the parking lot and sat down in solitude on the curb surrounding the bicycle racks. Then, throwing on a t-shirt, some nylon shorts and my sneakers, I joined the rest of the students in the stairwells as we headed down the stairs, and outside. So, cursing to myself and delaying my much needed jack off session, I toweled off as best I could. At least this time, it wasn't cold, rainy or in the middle of the night. The fire alarms in the dorm seemed to have a sense of humor - coming alive and clanging at all hours of the day or night. It was close to 8:00 AM, and after dragging myself out of bed, I found myself relaxing under a nice warm shower about to stroke myself into a long awaited orgasm when the dorm fire alarms went off. I lived in one of the coed dorms on campus, and I was up early so I could get over to the library before it got crowded. It was a warm, spring Saturday morning, just a week or so after we'd all returned from Spring Break. But now, even today, it's still an exciting part of our lives. Way back then, when Paula and I were both students at Georgia Tech University in Atlanta, neither one of us ever heard of CFNM, or, Clothed Female – Nude Male. In the matter of just a few hours, I would be introduced to the excitement of being naked in front of a fully dressed woman, and at the same time, I'd meet my future wife. There's no way I would have known it at the time, but, the events that began that fateful morning in April set in motion a chain of events which would dramatically change and influence my life.
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