tanding under the shower running my soapy hands between my legs, I thought back to when I first met Tracy over a month ago. She showed up at my door in short cut-offs with those tanned, dancer’s legs, a tight, shoestring halter hugging petite breasts, and mountain lake blue eyes that made my legs go weak. That image still causes my pussy to tingle.
Tracy was a sophomore scrambling to get a psychology term paper finished. A mutual friend sent her over to my apartment with the suggestion that I could help. I was a 4.0 senior psych major, and many people came to me for last minute assistance. Usually I charged a token amount to help them put their papers together.
The closer to their deadline, the more I charged; but I was always fair. If they were short on cash, I would accept favors like cleaning my apartment or washing my VW. When I opened the door and saw Tracy, charging her a fee was the last thing on my mind. Fucking her was all I could think about. She was gorgeous, and I was in love.
As it turned out, her paper was due the next day and she was desperate. When it came time to discuss payment, she said, “I’m so embarrassed, but I’m broke until my parents send my next check. If you can let me ride for a week or so, I can pay you then.”
We were sitting on my bed going over her notes, but I had spent more time looking at those smooth, tanned legs than her assignment. At one point, a few papers fell on the floor. She leaned down to pick them up, her body brushing mine so close I could feel her warmth. I wondered if she did it on purpose so I could smell her; a fragrance so fresh and clean, her shampoo or body wash was a light peach scent. Was she as juicy as the fruit? It was all I could do to resist finding out right then.
“I don’t know if I can wait that long,” I said as if deep in thought. “Most people pay me right away. Maybe we could make other arrangements.”
“What kind?” she said with a gleam in her eye.
“Well, favors or something.”
She thought for a moment then said, “I don’t mean to freak you out or anything, but can I ask you a very personal question?”
“Ask me anything,” I said, my heart melting.
“Well . . . are you by any chance into girls? You know, are you bi or lez?”
“And if I was,” I said. My pulse raced.
“Then I could pay you with pleasure.”
Her smile was innocent girl-next-door, but her eyes told me I could be in for the fuck of my life.
“I promise I will make it worth your while,” Tracy said, reaching out and running her hand along my bear leg. “It would be fun.”
I leaned forward until our lips were almost touching. “The answer to your personal question is yes, I love having sex with girls, and yes, I’m very bi. You’ve got yourself a deal.”
Our first kiss was the most sensuous I have ever had. Her lips were so soft and inviting, I never wanted to stop; her taste was heavenly. We explored each other’s mouths until our breathing started to get out of control. I pulled away and looked deep into her eyes.
“As much as I’d love to get paid in advance, if we keep going, I know we’ll never get your paper done.” My pussy was on fire and I wanted so much to go on.
“I know,” she said with a cute little pout.
I held her stack of notes out at arms-length from her, and with a wicked smile I said, “So when can I expect payment?”
“What are you doing tomorrow?”
“Dying to spent the night with you,” I said in anticipation.
“Then don’t plan to get any sleep.”
I moaned as she leaned in, kissing me hard. Her tongue was everywhere in my mouth.
We worked until two in the morning finishing her paper- much longer than it should have taken. That is because we spent more time kissing that composing. The next day, Tracy got an A+ on her paper, and that night she received another A+ for letting me eat the juiciest peach I had ever seen.