Meesha's Firsts Ch. 05

"Thanks," I said in a regular speaking voice. I noticed a few annoyed people look around them, and then at me. Absolute silence was apparently sacrosanct. Embarrassed, I went back to my book and notes, and thought about how to respond. In the margin of my notebook I wrote, "You're cute, too." I looked at him as I turned the notebook so he could see. I noticed him shift in his chair.

"You're HOT," he wrote back.

Another moisture missile, homing right in on my heat. I could feel my soft wetness as I shifted my legs.

I felt like a teenager again, this business of passing notes back and forth.

"Thank you. But we won't get much studying done, like this," I wrote back. The old hall was so quiet I could hear my pencil scratching on the paper.

"True enough," he wrote back.

"Back to Milgram's experiment," I wrote.

I felt rather than heard his chair shift slightly toward me. Was this really happening?

I suddenly felt his lips on my cheek, and looked at him again. In the words of the song, I heard, I stole one kiss, it was a near miss, she looked at me like I was Jack the Ripper. Only I didn't look at him that way. When I looked, his face was a picture of concentration on his book and notes. Now what? Return the favor, I thought. I leaned in close and pecked him on the cheek. He kept buried in his books.

So much for that, I thought. Shortly he passed his notebook toward me again. "HOT," was all he had written.

"What's hot?" I wrote back. The spot on my cheek where you kissed me is smoldering right now, for one thing, I thought.

"You are. Your boots. Your gloves. You are hot." He had underlined last three words: "You are hot."

I hesitated a minute, thinking about what to write back. Then I decided to go for it...

I took my gloves out of my coat pocket and slipped them on. "Get your dick out." I wrote in the margin of my notebook, drawing a little smiley face next to it.

He just turned and stared at me, finally he wrote back. "Here?"

I just smiled back at him and placed my gloved hand on his leg.

He moved closer to me and pressed his lips to my ear. "Don't do this, Meesha. Not here. We really don't want to get thrown out. Let's go outside."

Somewhat disappointed, but knowing he was right, I gathered my books and notes and stuffed them into my backpack in a fit of frustration. Out of the Monastery and through the modern section of the library we went. We got outside.

"Um, not sure how to start this, Meesha. But do you really think a hand job in that part of the library is a good idea? Or any part of the library?"

I was a little embarrassed, but I knew it was true. I was a little irritated at being called out, too. "Well no, and thanks for stopping it, but I..." I had no idea how to finish the sentence.

"So am I, if that helps," he said. "Care to make another date, that doesn't involve books?"

Oh do I! "You know I do, Frank. We'll find something soon enough." I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, his neck, and pulled him in close. My pulse was beating strongly in my throat, much as it had been when Andrea and I were kissing for the first time. I leaned in toward him, our lips nearly touching, and said, "Kiss."

He responded. I thought back to my first-ever date, on prom night, and remembered Todd. He'd been all slobbery, grabby and gropey, but Frank was none of that. He was gentle, he was considerate, he was slow, and he followed my lead.

The touch when our lips came together was electric. We didn't kiss full-on, not French kiss, but it was sensual and promising, saying "We'll be back soon."

"Until later," he said as we came apart.

"Yeah. Later," I answered. I moved my arms to his shoulders. "But not too much later."

"Nope. Soon."

* * *

I trudged back home through the snow, feeling a little sorry for myself, in addition to embarrassed. Frank was absolutely right: a handjob in the Monastery was a bad idea, or really, anywhere in public. I could think of a couple places (movies, maybe?) that'd be good, but that seemed pretty edgy, too. Privacy. Needed some privacy.

I was still pondering this as I let myself into the house.

"How'd it go?" Shiela asked.

"Yeah! Tell us everything!" Andrea added.

"It was a bust," I answered.

"Huh?"

"Got carried away and suggested he get his cock out. Had some idea of jerking him off. I'll just say that cooler heads prevailed."

"Well, that's good to hear. Got a little too eager, eh?" Andrea asked.

"He sort of started it," I tried to explain. As soon as I said it I realized how lame it sounded. Instead I got out my psych. notebook and turned it to the most recent page, to where Frank had been writing in the margin. "Of course, that's only half the conversation."

"I think I see how things went," she said. "Looks like you two hit it off well, though. I think I see sex in your future!" She handed the notebook back and I stuffed it back into my backpack.

"So what's next?" Shiela asked.

"Wait and see, I guess."

* * *

"Wait and see" turned into Monday morning. I got to class early - I was nearly the first one in the lecture hall - and for some reason, feeling irritated. I was a big ball of conflicted, confused emotions.

Then Frank came in. "Mind if I sit down here with you, instead of way in the back?" he asked.

The big ball dissolved into a smoldering heap of hot embers that promised to blaze up the moment I stirred them. Or if someone else stirred them for me. "Of course! Please do!"

"Hey, sorry about --" we started at the same time, and then both started laughing. I got my words out first. "I mean, I shouldn't have been that forward, that eager, all that stuff."

"And I shouldn't have gotten all over your case like I did."

"So we broke the ice, as the saying goes. Got any ideas?"

"For what's next?"

"Yeah."

"Well, there's the timeless classic of dinner and a movie," he said.

"Depends if there's anything good playing, but I've got some good ideas for dinner."

"Well, if there isn't, there's always the very back row for some, um... well, you know..."

"I like the way you think. This Friday? I'll make sure to get all my studies out of the way to avoid the guilt complex."

"Really? I thought I was the only afflicted by that."

"You lie, Frank. If you study in the Monastery, that practically makes you an honors student!"

"Yeah, and what about someone who tries to have sex there?"

Class started about then, plunging us into the middle of 19^th century psychology, which was not a very pleasant topic.

The First Date!

Frank and I spent some good time together over the next several weeks. We couldn't seem to find opportunity to study together and actually get something done, but it did feel like we were headed in that direction (to study together, that is). He was a serious student, and was turning out to be a good friend as well. Our schedules did not mesh well at all - there was rarely time after Psych for more than a hasty "see you later" - but we tried to make up for it in our off times. But no date yet, for reasons unknown.

On a winter day in February we made a casual date for lunch at the Student Union Box. I had a feeling that something was about to happen. Remember that "smoldering heap of hot embers" I wrote about earlier? Well, it had been well-stirred over the intervening weeks, and for some reason I spent most of that morning all hot and bothered. I couldn't wait for lunch!

Eventually 11:30 came, and I walked into the SUB (which is what everyone called it). It was crowded as hell, and I had no idea where to find Frank. I wandered around for a while, searching either for him, or for a nice place to park. It happened I found both at once.

"Hiya," I said, lightly tapping him on the arm.

He turned to face the touch. "Hi yourself, ma'am," he said. "Buy you a coffee?"

"Sure. Black. No sugar. Simple."

"Got it. Anything else?"

"Sandwich and a glass of water. Something like that," I answered.

Shortly we were at a (relatively) quiet table, but certainly anonymous. I don't know why that was important for me, but it was. Guess I had some sense that I'd have to account for this to my parents. Ah, fuck 'em, I thought. This is for me, not you, and you don't rule my life anymore!

"Ssooo..." Frank started.

A pause filled the air as we looked at each other.

"Ssooo... you say, and then you drift off into oblivion. What's on your mind?" I knew damn good and well what was on my own mind, and it was becoming more and more fixed: I wanted him to fuck me! I couldn't help but wonder what was on his! But that's not one of those things you can just out-and-out say, now, is it? Even so, I had an urge to press things beyond the "study buddies" thing.

"So I've been thinking, is what," he said, capturing my eyes with his. "How 'bout a real, a proper, date? What would you say to that?"

Be still my beating heart! I'd just teased him about drifting into oblivion with his words, and now I was in the same place! I couldn't find words to answer, and probably just sat there in dumb infatuation of my study partner.

"Meesha? Hello? I'm asking you out, silly!"

It took a Herculean effort to pull myself together and answer without sounding like a besotted fool. "Uh... um..." I stammered. "Of... of course!" I finally answered. I felt hot color rise to the tips of my ears.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

Yeah, except for that fucking second heat-seeking moisture missile you just launched that hit me square in the twat! "I'm fine," I lied, but I didn't know what else to say. Finally I found my voice. "What do you have in mind?" I asked. I felt some semblance of self-control coming back.

"How about that timeless classic of dinner and a movie?"

I was all over that! "Where and what?" I asked, trying to calm the butterflies in my stomach. Again. And again. This man had me in knots!

"The Cattle Baron, and I'll let you pick the movie."

The Cattle Baron! It was one of the most sought-after, most expensive, poshest (to borrow from the British) places around. Movie? Didn't know, and so took out my phone. Huh! Turned out one of the theaters in town was showing "The Matrix" again. I was up for that; I'd enjoyed it the first time. I suggested this to him.

"But are you serious? About The Cattle Baron, I mean," I asked after suggesting the movie.

"Yup."

I just stared at him in something approaching adulation. The Cattle Baron! I was gonna have to dress up for this! Yes!

Many other thoughts came to mind, but I squelched them, all except for one. "Say, tell me. Where do you live, anyway?"

A flash of doubt or indecision seemed to cloud his expression for a moment. "Still living in the dorms," he answered, then paused, as though embarrassed. "Why do you ask?"

"No particular reason, really." Except that I want to get you alone for a while! Wished I could say that, but I just couldn't. "Roommate?" I asked.

That was it, I saw.

"Ah. Ok. Dorms. One roommate, but he's often gone in the evenings and weekends." He left it at that, but I had the impression he wanted to say more.

Meaning we probably wouldn't be bothered! Excellent! Although it wasn't exactly what I wanted to hear - I'd preferred we could be guaranteed to be alone - this much could work for now. Often gone in the evenings and weekends, he said...

"Just curious," I said after a bit. "That's all." That's all, my ass. I had many, many ideas for when and how I was going to be losing my virginity, but the setting of a dorm room wasn't exactly it. But what could I do? Or more explicitly, what did I care, as long as I had a hard cock shoved up inside my slippery cunt? And oh, how I loved that word Andrea had busted on me! Dirty, nasty, horny! But not to be shared casually outside a sexual setting. At least not yet, and who knew when, and with whom? With Frank, I hoped!

We settled on the details and spent the rest of the time just chatting until time ran out and we were nearly late for our next classes, at opposite ends of the campus.

Yes, I had just decided: Frank was the man for me!

* * *

We didn't see anything of the other for the rest of the day, but that was all right. I made my way home, bursting with news, but also wanting to keep it all to myself. "Meesha's Coming Out Party" was something I looked forward to but wanted to keep private at the same time.

Something must have shown in my face when I let myself in the front door.

"You look like the proverbial cat that ate the canary," Shiela said. "What's new?"

I couldn't help it and burst into a huge grin. "Got a date, that's what. Frank's taking me to The Cattle Baron!"

Shiela broke into a huge grin, too. "For real? Girlfriend, you're gonna have to get all dressed up for that!"

"I know it! And I can't wait for it!" But thanks to my upbringing, I didn't really know how to get "dressed up," and there were only the two Haus Brau experiences to prepare me. That wasn't going to be much in the way of prep. This was going to be refined and elegant, not college-town student looking for a quick, well... whatever it was we looked for.

"Think you'll need some help?" Shiela asked.

"You know I will. Wore a dress once, to prom, but I imagine that's way too formal for this, right?"

"It is. Still think you should go with a dress with a good neckline. Or maybe skirt and that sweater you've got?"

"But not jeans."

"No, definitely not. I like that sweater. You've got some amazing cleavage going on!"

For some reason that embarrassed me, although we'd been pretty (*ahem*) intimate already. Crazy parents, again. "Sounds good. But I don't have much else, but the boots."

"That's not a bad place to start," she began. "But we need something elegant to top it off." She stopped for a moment, her eyes moving up and down my body. I felt a little self-conscious, and told her so.

"Relax. You'll be fine. The look we're going for is refined, poised, confident, and the sexy will come after all that. What do you say to that?"

I sighed. The "Get Meesha Laid" thread was still wearing thin, but I liked her ideas and encouragement. "I guess so. What do you have in mind?"

"A black leather skirt with that excellent sweater on top. What say you?"

"A nice skirt. Not a mini. Like what you wore that time last fall."

"Got it, I think. Two choices. Let's go see!"

I followed her back to her bedroom, and realized I'd never been in it. No reason to, really, but I looked at the bed, and memories of her and Burt getting it on as I listened to them through the wall came to mind. I found myself getting all wet and hot & bothered again. Soon, I thought!

She combed through her closet and came out with two black leather skirts. She held one and then the other up to my hips, each of us trying to decide the right answer. "I think," she said, "that the shorter one would be better. I want to see you in that 'stolen' bra,' as you so commonly call it, too, and your sweater and boots."

"Um..." I started, not sure where to start. "What goes under?"

"Under what? Oh... your legs?"

"Yeah."

"Not pantyhose, if that's what you're worried about. I'll give you a new pair of thigh-highs when you get dressed tonight. And we could go lingerie shopping sometime! Now go try on that skirt and stuff!"

Dutifully I left the room and went into mine. I stripped naked and stepped into fresh undies. Bra was next. "Stolen," indeed! I thought back to when I'd kyped it as I pulled the cups over my boobies. Damn, that was hot. Or maybe it wasn't so hot at the time. I remember how nervous, how scared, I'd been, and how fervently I'd hoped I wouldn't get caught. How would I explain this episode of shoplifting to my parents? I had wondered. But didn't get caught, got away with it, and went home and masturbated. While wearing the bra. These were the thoughts and memories going through my mind as I slipped the straps over my shoulders and fastened it. Next was the sweater, and then the boots.

Your boots. Your gloves. You are hot.I remembered my notebook interchange that one night in the Monastery. "Sexy boots, Meesha!" or something like that. Yeah, sexy is what you're gonna get, guy! "Your boots. Your gloves. You are hot." I remembered his words often, and also often, turned to that page in my notebook.

I chose a black bead necklace that fit so close it was nearly a choker and opened the door to Shiela waiting right outside.

"Wow," she said.

"Yeah?" I was quickly warming to all this.

"Yeah. As in yeah, I think you're gonna get some," she answered.

My heart skipped a beat. Did I really want to, was I ready to, fuck, at this point? I knew I did, but I wanted to wait a little longer, for reasons I didn't know. Maybe I was still looking for a slow buildup. "Ya think so?" I asked.

"I do. I've never told anyone this, guess there wasn't ever a reason to, but Burt took me to bed in an outfit pretty similar to this after one of our dates."

"Fuck..." I breathed. Again my mind flooded with the scene of her and Burt getting it on. Dammit, how I wanted to fuck like that! Hot and slippery, Andrea had said...

"Yeah? Soon, girlfriend, soon." She stepped toward me and embraced me, but no kiss. But that was all right. I wasn't feeling much like a make-out session.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her in close. "Thanks, Shiela," I said. "Thanks for everything."

She laughed and let go of me. "You're welcome. Always welcome. Go change back into your college-girl clothes and let's get to some book work."

That broke me into a wide grin. "So this is all right?"

"Hell yeah it is, girl! And don't forget your gloves!"

As if, right? Ha ha!

* * *

The doorbell promptly at seven, like Frank had said. I heard the bell ring, I knew who it was, but I let Andrea answer it.

"Frank?" I heard her ask.

I couldn't make out his response. I shivered from head to toe, standing there in my boots, borrowed skirt, shoplifted bra, gifted stockings, and all. This was it!

"Come on in! Can I get you a drink?"

Still couldn't make out his voice.

"Meesha?" I heard her ask down the hall. "Frank's here! You ready?"

Was I ready. What a stupid question. Or maybe not. Was I? First ever real date? Maybe I was. I plucked up my courage and made my way out to the living room.

"Hi Frank!" I said.

"Hi yourself, Meesha! You look wonderful!"

The compliment went straight to the core of my heart. I melted. "Thank you," I managed to say. I was a bundle of nerves. "Ready to go?" I asked.

I bundled into Shiela's leather coat again and this time wrapped a scarf around my neck. I pulled my gloves on, making every effort to look seductive as I did so.

"Yup! Chauffer and driver waiting outside!"

"No way!" I said.

"Nah, you're right. Average car, average American guy, beautiful girl."

I melted more. I looked at Andrea, who winked. I let instinct and proper breeding (for once, parents, thank you!) take over. I took his proffered arm and he escorted me out the door to the car. I heard a soft "Good luck!" from Shiela as the door closed behind us.

He helped me into his car, and soon we were on our way. To the Cattle Baron. Easily, by far, the nicest place in town. And who knew what would follow afterward?

Frank was in a coat and tie, not black tie, but far more sophisticated that the average college guy.

* * *

Dinner was wonderful, and ended too soon. We talked about any number of things, from classes, to career aspirations, to growing up. Through it all, I couldn't help but think I'd made the right choice. Frank was everything a woman could want: courteous, polite, attentive, he didn't carry on about sports (although we each had our own favorite teams), and was generally a Nice Guy. We shared a delicious bottle of Chianti, but that was it in the way of alcohol. I was much more interested in the guy who sat opposite me, who attracted my every attention.