It was a cold and windy day when I first saw her. Her auburn hair curled around her face in wavy rings and her skin was as white as porcelain. Her blue sun dress didn't do much to shield her from the cold, and she futilely held it down with one hand as she clutched a stack of books with the other. It was clear that she was new to the North East, and had apparently never encountered the cold before.
I took a moment to admire her as she stood near the car lined street at the outskirts of Georgetown University. She seemed to be making her way haphazardly towards the dorms, but the look in her eyes revealed that she had no idea where she was going. She pressed herself against the metal fence to squeeze by a rather obese police woman who was writing tickets for the long line of illegally parked cars, crushing her books against her perfect breasts as if in an attempt to flatten herself completely. I took a drag from my cigarette and watched her squeak by the cop, mere inches away from the unsightly and rather rotund ass in uniform that was pointed at her. She visibly grimaced at the sight of this all too full moon, and I couldn't help but laugh at her unfortunate position.
After much shuffling and side hopping, she managed to maneuver herself back onto open ground and let out a loud sigh of relief, loosening her arms just enough for her books to break free from her chest and come crashing down to the sidewalk in total disarray. In utter despair she fell to her knees to collect her books, but this was clearly the last straw, and her patience was spent.
On reflex, I ran to help her, choosing to brave the street rather than dry hump the cop, and I came to meet her head on, kneeling in the gutter to collect her books. Her head popped up in surprise and our eyes locked for a fraction of a second. The vision of her beautiful green eyes lasted just long enough to burn itself into my memory, and in them I saw every element of the sea. Something about them penetrated me to the core, laying my entire life bare, and for a moment I could only stare dumbly back at her in complete awe.
Finally, her voice broke the silence and I regained what little composure I had brought with me.
"Oh...thank you. I mean, really, it's fine...you don't have to—"
I nervously cut her off mid-sentence and simultaneously kicked myself for being so rude.
"No, really, it's no problem. Pretty girls should never go without help."
She smiled with a mixture of relief and tension, and I allowed myself to relax ever so slightly. Something about this girl threw me entirely off balance and I found my brain completely unresponsive. Her voice was clear and feminine—even slightly childish—but there was an undercurrent of strength that plainly stated that this girl was no doormat. As we stacked her books, I couldn't help but notice that my position in front of her allowed me a glimpse down the top of her dress, and I would be a liar if I said that I didn't take the liberty of sneaking a peek or two. From what I could see, her breasts were both natural and perfect for her body; enhancing the curves of her waist and hips by providing an equally exquisite balance and curve to her chest. A few stray freckles dotted her shoulders with the appearance of miniature constellations, and delicate silver earrings punctuated by small sapphires dangled from her ears; clearly a graduation gift from some proud family member.
I picked up the stack of books and stepped on the sidewalk to help her up. She stood only a few inches shorter than myself, and I quickly estimated her to be approximately 5'7".
"Thank you..." she recited with a hint of practiced gentility. Her lips parted slightly as she searched for words to follow, but none ever came. I sensed her uneasiness and broke the silence as best I could.
"Do you need help carrying these? I mean, I wouldn't mind. I'm Silas, by the way..."
Her eyes brightened at the friendly offer, but her shy nature clearly held her back from accepting.
"Oh...thank you...I'm River. I think I'll be fine, I just need to figure out where I'm going...you wouldn't happen to know where the undergraduate dorms are, would you?"
I couldn't help but smile knowing that she would be living on campus, and thus, near me. I pointed her South and took one more opportunity to admire her curves as she disappeared around the corner. I turned to head towards the nearest coffee shop and did my best to ignore the disapproving eyes of the police woman.
Later that night I sat in my window watching the web of sidewalks below. My roommate had announced a few days ago that he was moving to Amsterdam to sell hash brownies for the rest of his life, and by the next day he had already packed and disappeared. His replacement was due hours ago, but frankly I didn't care if he showed up at all. My mind kept wandering back to those unforgettable eyes. The very memory of them brought the sound of waves to my ears, and I couldn't help but wonder if I had dreamed the whole thing. I resisted the urge to smoke another cigarette and focused on the memory of the mystery girl in the blue dress, with constellation freckles, and a voice made to melt hearts.
I heard a key click into the lock of the door and I grunted in annoyance. I got up from my spot at the window and started to walk towards the door in preparation of meeting the next academic asshole who had decided to apply to Georgetown for the bragging rights. The latch turned and the door swung open, but to my great surprise there was no douchebag in a polo shirt standing in the hallway. Instead, there stood River, blue dress and all, books still in tow, and clearly shocked to see me standing there in front of her.
A moment of awkward silence passed between us until I finally worked up the nerve to ask the obvious question.
"What in the world are you doing here?"
She blushed horribly and stammered, "I...well...I was in a room...but something happened with the pipes...and it flooded, and...they said this was the only free one...and they said that if you said you didn't mind rooming with a girl for a while...then it would be ok...and it would only be temporary...I mean...I didn't know this was your room...and...well..." she trailed off into mumbles and then stopped talking altogether.
I was too shocked to even form words, but I knew that if I didn't say something, this once in a lifetime opportunity would pass me by and never come back. Also, if that wasn't enough, if I didn't choose her then I really would get some educated ass as a roommate, and that was too much to bear.
"Of course you can stay. I mean, you'll have your own room over there," I gestured towards a closed door to the left, "and it's not like I've never lived with girls before; I have two sisters."
My reassuring smile seemed to give her confidence and she brightened up instantly.
"I really can't thank you enough! I don't even know you, and you've been so nice. I promise I'll try not to bother you too much, I swear." At that, she disappeared into her room and closed the door.
Over the next several weeks, I grew to love having River around. We had to share a bathroom, which was awkward at first, but once we got used to each other's quirks and habits, we both began to feel like we'd known each other for years. We'd each take turns making dinner, and we both did a pretty good job keeping the bathroom and living area clean. We had similar taste in music, so there was almost always something pleasant drifting across the room from either her side or mine, and, though we never openly admitted it, we both became pretty content with our rather unusual living situation.
Naturally, River made friends with several of the girls in her classes and though she was a hard worker, she kept a pretty active social life, but her crowning achievement came one Friday when she was invited to her first college party.
I sat at my place by the window, smoking a cigarette and working on a poem when she came running through the front door with a large shopping bag in her hand and a huge grin on her face.
"Guess where I'm going tonight!" she beamed.
"Let me see...with a smile like that, I'm going to guess the White House." I teased.
"Oh come on, you can do better than that!" she chided, "I'm going to my very first official college party! And it's a costume party! Which, by the way, is my favorite kind of party."
She was practically jumping with excitement. Her soft hair framed her face and her incredible eyes lit up like Christmas lights. Everything about her resembled a child at a birthday party, and I couldn't help but smile at her innocence and beauty.
"Well, you'd better get your costume on so you can model it for me."
She rushed off to her room and closed the door.
In less than five minutes she reemerged and the sight of her took my breath away. She wore a thin spring green dress that seemed almost lighter than air with comfortable, yet elegant matching shoes. Her hair was braided in a circle around her head, and ornately decorated fairy wings emerged from her back like the canvas behind a priceless work of art. Her dark eyeliner made her eyes leap out, and I couldn't keep myself from staring into them. I stood slack jawed for what seemed like an eternity, until she finally broke my reverie.
"So...what do you think." she asked with pride and a hint of apprehension.
"You are..." I took a moment to admire her once more, "the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."
She smiled brighter than ever before, and I wanted nothing more than to scoop her up and cover her entirely, but before I knew it, she had dashed across the room and threw her arms around me. In my mixture of surprise and complete elation, I found myself unable to do anything but hug her in return and stammer indecipherably.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you..." she whispered in my ear, and before I could respond, she kissed me on the cheek and dashed out the door.
I heard the crash at 3 a.m., and immediately jumped out of bed to investigate. At first I had thought someone was trying to break into the dorm and my hand immediately found an old cricket bat I kept in my closet as I charged towards the front door, but when I reached the living area I found the door to be intact. Carefully, I turned the deadbolt and opened the door; River was collapsed on the ground outside.
I immediately threw the cricket bat on the floor and fell to my knees to try and revive her. She was semi-conscious, but she seemed incredibly disoriented. Her shoes and dress were covered in mud, and her hair was a complete mess. Her fairy wings had been torn to shreds and one was barely hanging by a thread.
Her skin was cold as ice, and I knew that staying in the hall would just make her worse, so I picked her up and carried her to my room, covering her with every blanket I could find. I ran to the bathroom and immediately turned on the warm water in the shower before rushing back to River. She was regaining consciousness and I kept repeating her name to keep her grounded, but she was too disoriented to fully understand what I was saying.
"River, River, hey, River, wake up! What happened! You have to tell me what happened!"
She coughed weakly and her glazed eyes opened slightly.
"...I...I...just asked...Tylenol..." she blacked out again.
I pulled the covers back, but suddenly hesitated. Undressing her felt so wrong, but I knew that if I didn't do something quickly, there was a very real possibility that she would die. With that in mind, I turned her on her side, removed her wings, and unzipped her dress. I peeled off her dress and shoes to reveal her black bra and panties. With trembling fingers I unhooked her bra and slid the straps from her shoulders to reveal the perfect breasts I had lusted after since day one, but seeing them under these circumstances wasn't what I had been hoping for. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and slid them off, revealing, to my surprise, that she was completely shaved. Even in this state, I couldn't help but admire the sheer perfection of her body. In the dim light that streamed in from the living area, she resembled an angel fallen out of Heaven, and my heart broke at the sight of her.
Without a moment to lose, I scooped her up into my arms and carried her to the shower, placing her gently under the water. I stripped down to my boxers and climbed in the shower with her, holding her in my arms and trying my best to warm her, repeating her name and trying to will her back into consciousness.
After an hour of hot water and body heat, I finally felt like she was warm enough to put in bed, so I turned off the water and gently lifted her in my arms. I kicked open the cabinet where the towels were, and found, to my dismay, that there was only one left. I mentally chastised myself for not doing the laundry, but without any other options I wrapped her in the towel and walked soaking wet to my room. I laid her on my bed and retrieved an old shirt and a pair of sweatpants from my drawer. After allowing myself one last look, I dressed her and put her under the blankets again. I kicked off my boxers and quickly dried myself with the towel before grabbing a fresh pair of boxers and climbing into bed next to her and wrapping her in my arms protectively.
As she regained consciousness I whispered in her ear, "Don't worry River, you're safe, you're safe, I'm here, you're safe now..."
I woke up to find River still in my arms, warm and very much alive. I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. She stirred against my chest and let out a soft yawn. Her beautiful eyes opened and she looked up at me, but they weren't quite as bright as they had been the night before.
"Good morning, beautiful. You're ok now. I promise. You're safe."
Her eyes searched me for a long time before she was able to respond.
"I...I got out. I asked for Tylenol...and this guy gave me something...and I took it. I started to feel sick...I wanted to leave...he tried to stop me..." she began to cry and I hugged her tightly to me. I was so angry. For the first time I realized how much River really meant to me. In these last few weeks I had come to love her more than I could have imagined, and knowing that someone had done this to her tore my heart to pieces. When her tears had subsided she continued, "he took me to his room. He tried to grab my dress...I felt really sick...I told him I wanted to go home...but he locked the door...I made it to the window...and jumped...I tried to run here...but I wasn't sure if I made it...until now..."
I held her close and kissed the top of her head. I never wanted to let her go, but I knew that she needed to be examined by a doctor in case someone actually had gotten to her before she was able to escape.
"I'm just glad you're alright. I don't know what I would have done if you had been hurt. Even still, we need to get you to a doctor. Do you think you can walk?"
She sat up a little and tested her balance.
"Yeah, I think I can. I...I think I'm going to go by myself. If I don't go out of here by myself this time, I don't think I'll ever leave by myself again...and I don't want that."
Despite my apprehensions about her leaving alone, I understood her point and didn't fight her about it.
I paced the dorm in complete disarray for the next two hours, half in a rage at the people that had hurt River, and half in sheer dismay that she had been hurt. By the time I heard the key turn in the lock to the door I was about to crawl out of my skin. She entered quietly and we went to my bedroom to sit on the bed and talk.
"The doctor said that I was given a heavy dose of GHB, but that I'll be fine..." She sensed that I had more questions, so she continued, "They said that it looked like I got away before they were able to...rape me."
My heart leapt into my throat. I was so happy that I wanted to jump for joy. I had replayed the scene in my mind ten thousand times and each time seemed more gruesome. I was never happier to be wrong.
"But...there's something else..." she continued, "when I was at the doctor...I started to remember...you...you're..."
Fear gripped my heart. I was terrified that she would be angry that I had undressed her. I had been so stupid! I had undressed a girl who had almost been raped! What had I been thinking?
"You're the first guy ever to see me...ever to see me naked." she hesitated, "I...I'm glad it was you. I really am, and...well...I know I shouldn't say this...but I want you to know that I've thought about this for a while...and...it's not just because of last night...well...last night made me realize that...I shouldn't wait anymore...there's no reason to wait...since I've been here, you've been so nice to me...and...well...I've always thought that one day I would find the perfect guy...one who I could give myself to...one who would be there for me...and...well...if you'll have me...I want to give myself to you."
I couldn't believe my ears. I wanted nothing more than to take her right there, to fill her completely, and to become one with this beautiful creature that had entered my life, but in my heart I knew that she might still be in shock from the night before. I chose my words carefully.
"River...I've wanted you since the second I first saw you..." I stammered, but pressed on, "but if I'm actually lucky enough to have you, I want to make sure that it's really what you want. If you still feel the same by tonight, then my answer is yes ten thousand times over."
For the first time since she left for the party, her eyes were bright again.
"I'll see you tonight."
And with that, she disappeared into her room.
By the time eight o'clock rolled around, I was a nervous wreck. A large part of me was convinced that she wasn't going to come, but a tiny part still believed I had hope. Right after she left the room I had begun chain smoking, but as nighttime neared I suddenly feared that she would be repulsed by my smell, so I ended up taking three showers and brushed my teeth as many times as my mouth could handle. Finally, as the clock struck eight thirty, I heard her door open and I tensed up with terror and anticipation; but the second she opened the door, I had my answer: she was wearing the blue dress.
I stood impulsively and she walked up to me and pressed herself against my chest, wrapping her arms around my back and holding me tightly against her. She tilted her head towards my ear and in a voice that still haunts me, whispered, "I give myself to you."
That was all the green light I needed. I kissed her hard on her lips and grasped her head with my hands, pulling her into me. She moaned into my mouth loudly and pressed herself against my hardening cock. She reached her hand down my chest and began to palm the front of my jeans, tracing the outline of my dick through the fabric. I allowed my hand to slide down her back and find the curve of her perfect ass. I grabbed it with both hands and pulled her firmly against my now completely erect cock, rubbing myself against her as she lifted her leg to rub her clit against me.
She fumbled with my belt as I slid the straps of her dress over her shoulders and watched as her breasts were exposed. She gasped as the open air hit her hard nipples and I lowered my head to take her left breast in my mouth. She sighed and moaned as I licked and sucked her breast, biting her nipple gently and pinching the other with my hand. I worked my way back up her chest, kissing every square inch I encountered and moved my free hand under the back of her dress to meet her panties. In one swift motion I pulled them around her ankles and then returned my hand to her exquisite ass as I kissed her neck. My hard cock poked through the front of my open jeans and River plunged both hands into my boxers to grab my hardened member. I jumped at her warm touch, and returned her bold move with one of my own, massaging her asshole with my fingers. She moaned loudly and pushed back against my hand, forcing my index finger into her tight hole. She winced and moaned loudly as I gently fucked her hole with my finger and kissed her hard.