Chapter 4

Greta asked, “Would you like to have a drink?”

She opened a footlocker and produced a fifth of rum. She took two glasses off a shelf. Then she opened her small refrigerator that revealed a couple dozen cans of coke. Before I had a chance to answer her question, she poured a generous amount of rum into each glass. Then she topped them off with the coke. She handed me one of the glasses. Without saying a word, she went into the bathroom.

I was alone in her room. As I was sipping the drink, I wandered around the room looking at the pictures that she had posted on her walls. Most of the photos were of Greta and what I believed to be other students. There was one particular boy in all of the photos. In the majority of them, he could be seen with his arm around her or very close to her. I sat down on her bed. I continued to drink my rum and coke.

The bathroom door finally opened and Greta came back into the room. She had changed her clothes. She was wearing a bathrobe. There was no doubt about it; she was getting comfortable for the night.

“How do you like the drink?” she inquired.

“It’s great rum,” I said. I began to tell her about a rum factory I had toured once in the Dominican Republic. She ignored my story and began looking through her music. Since she did not seem interested, I shortened the story and became quiet. She selected a record and put it on her stereo. She turned the music down low. Then she dimmed the lighting even lower.

“Music and lighting complement each other,” she said. She picked up her drink and drank it down in two swallows. Then she fixed another. She came back to the bed and sat next to me.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” she inquired.

“Not exactly,” I said.

She took another big swallow of her drink. She began to sway to the music. “Would you like to dance?” she asked.

I began to fantasize about what might happen. When I stood up, Greta requested that I drink what was left in the glass down. After I did as she asked, I could feel the rum begin to take effect. I put the glass down. Greta held out her arms to invite me in. We danced close for about a minute. Greta had a very solid body. Having our bodies in such close proximity began to have an effect on my libido. I knew that she could feel the firmness of my manhood. She put a little distance between us and looked down. Then she pulled me close to her and whispered in my ear.

“Are you a virgin, David?” she asked.

I was embarrassed and excited all at the same time. I was lost for words.

The thought crossed my mind that she was an experienced woman. She instinctively knows that I am a virgin. For some diabolical reason, she just wants me to acknowledge the fact. I knew that she was going to take control of the situation, so I might as well fess up. “Yes, but not by choice, I can assure you,” I confessed.

She moved her head back. She looked at me with this diabolical smile that I will never forget. Then she asked the big question.

“Would you like to stay here tonight and have sex with me?”

She loosened the tie on her bathrobe and allowed the front to open. It revealed that she was not wearing any undergarments. She took my right hand and put it inside the bathrobe. Feeling her body made my heart race.

“I think that you need to get more comfortable,” she said.

She moved me back to the bed and we sat down. She began to undress me. This lady really knew how to seduce, I thought. I was really nervous. I imagined “Benjamin” in the film “The Graduate”. I remembered the seduction scene in that film vividly. I was now living a very similar experience.

Within seconds, Greta had me completely undressed. She began to fondle my manhood. Then we began to passionately kiss. Greta had incredible lips. She pushed me back onto the bed and she straddled me. Before she put my manhood into her vagina, she said, “I want you to know that this does not mean that we are an item. We can do this from time to time, but I do not want a permanent relationship with you. Can you live with that?” she asked.

I was so excited and confused that I would have agreed to whatever she said. “Yes, of course, we are just neighbors,” I said. That reply did not make any sense, but I just wanted to be agreeable. I wanted to get on with what we had started. She eased herself on me. I could not have been in her but a few seconds, when I had an orgasm. She felt the pulsation. She knew exactly what I had prematurely done.

“You were kind of selfish by losing your self control, David.” Looking down at me she said, “Now you are going to do something for me, so I can have an enjoyable moment as well,” she commanded. She rolled over next to me. She opened her legs wide. She directed me to perform oral sex on her.

I had heard about this kind of sex, but everything we were doing was brand new to me. She lost no time teaching me the art of pleasing her.

After she had several orgasms, I rolled over and promptly fell asleep. The next day was Sunday. When I woke up, I could hear the shower running. I got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. Greta was in the shower. “Do you mind if I join you?” I asked.