Enshrined

Perhaps the saddest thing about her outfit was that, as far as Simon could remember, it was the exact same one she wore to college every single day.

At the front of her skirt, her restless hands were clasped together, twisted around each other in a position that looked uncomfortable. She looked as if she didn't know what to do with them.

"Oh! Um... Hi!" Simon greeted her in a fluster. Suddenly, her name was on the tip of his tongue. What was it? All he could do was give it his best guess. "Um... Sharnie, right?" he asked, softly wincing at what immediately felt like the wrong name.

"It's, uh, Chaarvi, actually..." the girl quietly corrected him. She seemed embarrassed about having to correct him, which made Simon even more uncomfortable.

"Um, can... can I sit down?" she asked, glancing towards the empty seat to Simon's left.

"Please..." Simon welcomed her politely with a gesture of his hand.

"Thank you," she acknowledged in barely more than a whisper.

He gazed at her attentively as she settled in to her seat, but the shy girl refused to lift her face to look at him.

"There's something I want to ask you," she told him, after seemingly taking a second to steady her nerves.

"Um, okay. Shoot," Simon agreed.

After a moment of uncomfortable silence, Chaarvi spoke some strange words he didn't understand. Her head was bowed so low, he could barely see her face at all, let alone make eye contact. She was practically talking to his shoes. So even if she'd been speaking English, he would've likely found it difficult to make out what she was saying.

Yet despite the fact that she was frustratingly quiet, she wasn't mumbling. Her words, whatever they may have been, were oddly crisp and articulate, as if she were taking special care to make herself understood - except for the fact that she was speaking the wrong language.

Simon simply sat there in silent bewilderment, until she had finished, and then some. Her monolog seemed to be little more than a couple sentences in length.

Eventually, he offered his awkward response, "Uh... I'm sorry? I... I don't know what that means."

Chaarvi remained eerily motionless beside him, her head still bowed.

"I'm sorry. I thought you might understand," she timidly apologized, still refusing to make eye contact as she stood up to leave.

Simon watched with concern as she fled the library. Her footsteps were steady, but her overall body language was that of a young woman who was primed to jump at the sight of her own shadow.

"Strange girl!" he thought to himself, with a furrowed brow.

What had she been trying to say to him? What language was she even speaking? He could tell it wasn't Spanish, French, or Italian; not that he was fluent in any of them. Simon hazarded a guess, based on her apparent Indian ethnicity, that it could've been Hindi.

Why on Earth would she presume that some random white guy would speak Hindi?

Regardless, he hoped that she was all right. If anyone else had reached out to him with such obvious discomfort, Simon would've assumed that they were in real distress. But in this case, he got the impression that this was the girl's typical demeanor.

He found that oddly comforting. Although she had been painfully shy, Simon had seen no sign from her that she was upset. That led him to suspect that, whatever she had wanted from him, it wasn't serious.

At a loss for what to make of the bizarre encounter, he turned his attention back to his work. But he was nonetheless unsettled by what had just happened, and it was some time before he was able to properly focus.

* * * * *

The sun was casting long shadows when Simon decided to head home for the day.

Rusty had hounded him to come hang out with the guys again tonight, but Simon couldn't be bothered. He just wanted an easy night chilling in front of the TV; perhaps finding something mildly captivating he could binge through on Netflix.

It had hardly been a taxing day, but he was tired. Tired of the humdrum of study. Tired of his part-time job, even though he hadn't even had a shift there in a couple days. Tired of trying to spackle over the wasteland that was his love life by hanging out with his guy friends, non-stop. Just tired.

He'd thought nothing of the indistinct figure sitting on the front stoop of his building, when he'd spotted them from a block away. It wasn't until he got within about a hundred feet that he realized who it was.

Chaarvi.

She seemed to have been caught off guard when she turned her head and saw Simon approaching. But as sharp as her reaction may have been, Simon's surprise was even greater.

He'd practically forgotten his bizarre exchange with her in the library earlier that day. Finding her at the front of his apartment building proved to be a sobering reminder.

"My god! What's she doing here?" he wondered. "Is she waiting for me? What the hell does she want?"

From the way she had risen to her feet expectantly as he approached, Simon quickly realized that she was indeed waiting there for him. He sighed in frustration and forced a gentle smile as he closed the distance between them. There was nothing more he could do, except hope that this meeting would be less awkward than their last.

"Chaarvi! How's it going?" Simon greeted in his friendliest voice. "Surprised to see you here," he remarked.

"Hi, Simon," she replied in a soft, yet clear voice. Again, she refused to make eye contact with him; her gaze lingering somewhere down near his breast pockets. "Sorry about bothering you in the library earlier," she apologized.

"Oh! That's fine," Simon assured her, "No problem!"

"I realize it was probably very confusing," Chaarvi acknowledged.

Before Simon could respond, she continued, "I've just been wondering, lately: Do you get lonely, Simon?"

Simon was speechless. It was such a strange question for a perfect stranger to just blurt out like that. What made it even more unsettling was the fact that he had indeed been feeling very lonely recently. For a split second, he actually wondered if Chaarvi could read his mind. He hadn't even confided those feelings to his closest friends!

Something about Chaarvi seemed different this time. She was still shy, but when she spoke, her words flowed more smoothly and deliberately. It was almost as if she'd rehearsed what she was going to say, until she had complete faith in the words. Her body language was much more relaxed, as well. She didn't look as if she were about to flee from the conversation at any moment.

"I've been feeling really lonely recently," Chaarvi continued. "And I was sort of hoping that you might keep me company?"

"Wait a second... Is she asking what I think she's asking?" Simon wondered with astonishment.

"Maybe we could go up to your place and... 'talk about it'?" Chaarvi prompted him. "I mean, if you want to, that is." she meekly qualified with a shrug.

It was beyond any doubt now - she was coming on to him! Though Simon could still hardly believe it. It was easy to forget that even shy loners like Chaarvi must get horny from time-to-time.

Was this what that weird encounter in the library had been all about? Had she meant to proposition him, but lost her nerve at the last minute?

When he didn't immediately respond, she lifted her gaze and looked directly at him, for the first time ever. There was an endearing vulnerability glistening in her light-brown eyes, which instantly put Simon much more at ease. For the first time, he felt like he could see past the 'odd', and finally see a person he could somewhat relate to.

Beneath her tragic lack of fashion sense, she wasn't really a bad-looking girl. It was her standoffishness that made her unattractive, more than anything else.

Simon hesitated to answer her. He knew nothing about this girl. But she was clearly very strange. His better judgement urged him not to get involved with a girl so unusual and unfamiliar. Though staring into her gentle, timid eyes, he couldn't help but feel that he'd jumped to some unfair conclusions about Chaarvi.

As far as he could see, the girl standing before him was just a shy, lonely young woman, yearning for a bit of no-strings-attached human companionship. There wasn't anything suspicious about that.

Being bookish and retiring, she wasn't exactly his type. But she no doubt had a pleasant, warm, female body beneath that unflattering suit and Simon couldn't deny that he'd been pining really badly for some of that, especially over the past week. For all he knew, they could end up having a lot of fun together.

"Yeah, sure!" he eventually agreed, with a chuckle and cheerful smirk that effectively concealed his mixed feelings about the decision.

A brief, genial smile flashed on to Chaarvi's face like a reflexive spasm. Her lips parted, as if to quietly mouth, "Okay," but no sound came out.

No sooner had Simon given her his answer then she broke eye contact; her gaze dropping rapidly to the sidewalk, as if staring directly at him for four consecutive seconds had been exhausting. Simon began to suspect that she was going to completely avoid eye contact throughout... whatever it was that they were about to do. Immediately, he began to have second thoughts, fearing that this was going to be a disaster.

Nonetheless, he led her up the stairs into the building. "Come on up!"

No words passed between them as they climbed up the dull, brown stairs to the 2nd floor hallway. Simon considered making an effort at small talk, but decided against it. He felt as if his clumsy attempts to start a conversation would only increase the tension in the air.

He retrieved his keys from his right-hand pocket as they travelled the final few yards to his door. The familiar ritual was a welcome comfort. It almost made him feel happy. His apartment door, which had a tendency to stick in damp weather, opened smoothly as it welcomed him home.

He chivalrously stood aside and ushered Chaarvi in. Ordinarily, he would've flirted with his date with a debonair, "Apres vous." But Chaarvi's tense body language stifled his playful impulses, so he stayed silent.

Chaarvi responded to his courtesy with a whisper-quiet, "Thank you."

He followed her inside, closing the door behind him.

"I know it's not much," he apologized for the humble little one-room dwelling, "but it's comfortable."

He noticed that the bed was still unmade and that his desk was, as usual, a mess of loose papers and other stationary. He hadn't been expecting company. He hoped the mess wouldn't upset Chaarvi. She seemed like the kind of person who probably had a compulsive neat streak.

Chaarvi didn't answer.

Simon wasn't sure what came next. Did she want to talk? Did she want to sit and take some time to get comfortable? Or did she want to get 'straight down to business'? Normally, he could read a girl's intentions pretty well and just go with the flow. But nothing about this felt 'normal'.

Chaarvi didn't keep him wondering for very long. She turned around to face him, making eye contact once again. That, alone, surprised Simon. But even more surprising was the intensity of her gaze. The meekness that had wallowed in her eyes previously was long gone. Now, Simon felt like he was being stared at like some kind of prey. The eyes that were so anxious to avoid him only a minute ago, now seemed unwilling to look away.

Her lips parted as she slowly stepped forward to close the distance between them. She pursed them as she leaned in. Then she paused for a moment, as if she expected Simon to meet her half-way. Simon was so stunned by what was happening that he missed the cue; so Chaarvi craned her head forward and gently pressed her lips onto his.

They were as soft and enticing as any lips Simon had ever known before. The tentative kiss soon became quite assertive. Barely five seconds had passed before Simon felt gentle fingers brushing over the bottom of his belly, coursing over his clothing, straight down to his crotch. They ventured boldly between his legs until they were curled right around his ballsack. Then she gave him a provocative squeeze, before she began patiently massaging his organ through his trousers.

Every assumption Simon had about Chaarvi being some chaste recluse went right out the window. This girl knew exactly how to handle a man's tenders!

He could feel the pulse in his cock pounding firmly, as it began to rouse and grow with the promise of imminent action.

Chaarvi kept him locked in a passionate kiss, teasing him with fleeting insertions of her tongue into his mouth, and scraping her teeth over his lips. There wasn't the slightest hint of reluctance or hesitation. This girl really wanted him to do her!

Once his initial shock over Chaarvi's new demeanor had subsided, Simon closed his hands around her waist to gently embrace her. He was surprised how far her dowdy jacket and blouse collapsed before he finally struck firm flesh. The outfit had always suggested she had a somewhat stocky frame, but judging by the distance between his hands, that wasn't the case at all. He slipped his hands in through the front of her jacket, to fondle her midriff through her blouse. He could feel the lively heat of her body; the yielding softness of her waist and the hard edges of her pelvis. From what he could tell, she seemed to have a pretty nice figure beneath all those layers of ugly clothing.

His underwear was starting to get very crowded.

Chaarvi grabbed hold of the hem of his shirt and gently peeled it off of him, breaking their kiss momentarily. When they made eye contact once more, Chaarvi's gaze seemed even more resolute.

Simon peeled the heavy gray jacket from her shoulders and immediately got to work on the string of buttons holding her plain white blouse together. She was buttoned right up to the neck, so he had quite a chore ahead of him.

Chaarvi reached back and loosened her neatly tied-back hair, releasing a voluminous, raven-black mane that tumbled down almost to the small of her back. Then her left hand returned to Simon's crotch, this time sneaking in through the waistband of his trousers to gently tease his excited organ directly. She played with him only long enough to satisfy herself that he was more or less fully erect and ready to service her. Then she withdrew her hands to pop open the lone button securing his pants.

But before she could get to work on his fly, Simon finished unbuttoning her blouse. She gracefully peeled the light garment open and let it fall to the floor. Amid the persistent kisses, Simon stole a peek at the body he had just revealed. The sight sent a surge of adrenaline through his veins.

She had a shockingly fine, athletic body; a smooth, flat belly with a distinct hourglass curve to her waist. Her entire torso was a vision of flawless sandy-beige skin that contrasted beautifully with the bright white of her plain, practical bra.

However, the big surprise was her breasts. They were sizable; more than filling out the cups of her bra. The tautness of the shoulder straps hinted at their superb weight. Simon's glancing estimation was that they were probably at least 'D' cups; perhaps 'DD's.

Chaarvi didn't keep him in suspense for long. No sooner had she dumped her blouse then her hands were twisted behind her back to unhook her bra. It sprung weakly away from her sizable bust the instant she released it. She hastily dipped her shoulders to allow it to plummet down her arms.

This time, a quick peek wouldn't do. Simon had to wrench himself away from her amorous lips to get a proper look at her.

His previous assessment of her body scarcely did it justice. It was easily the body of a professional swimsuit model. No, scratch that; Chaarvi had the sort of body that professional swimsuit models wished they had!

Her breasts were absolutely perfect; a royal banquet for any guy who loved gorging on tit. In spite of their size, they perched buoyantly upon her chest, flaunting their delicious youth.

Their demure little areolae were only a shade or two darker than the flawless light-brown skin surrounding them. They were almost perfect circles; about an inch and a half wide, but slightly shorter in height. The nipples themselves weren't distinctly raised; they were one with the surrounding areolae.

"Oh, mama!" Simon mumbled to himself. How on earth had a total babe like this been hiding on campus without anyone noticing?

Chaarvi noticed Simon's fascination with her breasts and the side of her mouth curled up in a playful smirk. She gently grabbed Simon by the wrists and lifted his hands on to her breasts. Then she pulled them firmly to her chest, crushing the warm, lithe flesh of her tits beneath his tingling palms and forcing her boobs to swell in all directions.

Feeling those soft mounds in his hands, Simon could tell that they were 100% natural. Chaarvi cocked her head and smiled more intently.

Simon scarcely had time to enjoy Chaarvi's ample bust before she pounced on him once again, resuming her wild flurry of kisses. He felt a careful palm brushing across the tip of the massive tent in his pants. But it was only a fleeting tease. She withdrew her hand to tend to the zip on the side of her skirt. The bulky garment dropped to the ground with an audible "flop!"

Chaarvi heaved her crotch against Simon hungrily, forcing his excited cock into a fully-upright position. There were no mixed signals about her readiness to fuck.

Things were moving so fast, Simon could hardly keep track. It seemed like he'd only just got his hands on Chaarvi's tits. He hadn't even had a chance to play with them, and she was already preparing to jump his bones! Not that he minded, though. His cock was hard and aching to taste her hot pussy. If Chaarvi wanted to get on to the bed and have her brains fucked out, right then and there, then that was fine by him!

His excited hands retreated from Chaarvi's tits and hastily relieved himself of his pants, and then his boxers, in quick succession.

Chaarvi simultaneously peeled off her panties. Simon only glimpsed them out of the corner of his eye. They appeared to match her bra; white, plain and practical.

Somehow, they managed to remove the last of their clothing without breaking their kiss.

Simon grabbed Chaarvi by the hips and pulled her naked body forcefully against his own. His cockhead skimmed the base of her crotch as it nestled into the cozy gap between her thighs, where the tender lips of her sex repeatedly brushed over the top of his shaft. Goddamn, he couldn't wait to put his dick inside her!

Chaarvi wrapped her arms around his shoulders in a hungry embrace. Her kisses had become as passionate as could be. The frames of her glasses grinding against Simon's eyebrows hurt a little, but he was enjoying himself so much, he wasn't about to make a fuss.

It was only at this moment that Simon realized that, at some point in their frenzied stripping, Chaarvi had danced him around so that the bed was now behind him. By exerting the firm pressure of her hips against his own, she drove him back the final few feet to the edge of the mattress. Only then did she finally break off her kiss.

The fire in Chaarvi's eyes had become quite imposing. This was not the same timid little mouse Simon had bumped into on the front stoop of his building. This was a woman who knew what she wanted and would not let anything get in her way!

She laid her hands upon his shoulders and pushed him down, until he was sitting upon the mattress. Simon found himself at eye-level with her privates and was enthralled.

Though he had nothing against a little bit of bush, Simon had always preferred his women 'shaved.' Now, in the space of two seconds, Chaarvi had completely converted him to the other side.