Life of a Playboy Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

My, oh my… College made up for it.

Well, college women made up for it. School was the usual torture test. You could only try to endure classes. Lecturers were boring. People asked stupid questions to slow things down. Really, is there anything more pathetic than a Freshman Chemistry class?

At least I had Daniela to look at. She was a transfer student from somewhere in Eastern Europe. Geography was not my strong point.

Ah, Daniela. Tall, fit, and gorgeous. Sleek blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and a sexy accent. Slender in all the right places like a Russian tennis star, but bodaciously curvy in all the best places. And she usually sat just across the aisle from me. I had a hard time focusing on the teacher.

She often noticed me staring, and we chatted occasionally. She was very careful not to lead me on or overly flirt with me. But sometimes when I’d stare at her in class, I noticed that she noticed, and her breath would start getting heavy, her skin would get flushed. I’d like to think I was having some sort of effect on her. But ultimately, I was just happy she knew my name.

And Daniela wasn’t even the only girl to catch my attention. I was surrounded by a school full of hot co-eds, and for the weirdest reason, many of them loved to flirt with me. I’d flirt back, and they would typically make very suggestive comments. But it was Daniela who really had my attention.

Unfortunately, Daniela wasn’t one of those girls blatantly offering me sex, however much I wanted her. So I’d resigned myself to worshiping her from a distance.

As luck would have it, Daniela wasn’t much of a chemistry student. Less than a month into school, the professor pulled both of us aside into his office. In short, I was cruising through the class and the professor recommended that Daniela study with me. Nothing like formal tutoring, just a study partner. Daniela happily agreed, and when she smiled at me, there was no way I could say “no.”

Oh, yeah. College was going to be awesome.

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I knocked on the door to Brown 106, which was Daniela’s sophomore class dorm suite, and Carmen answered with a big smile on her face. Carmen was one of Daniela’s roommates; we’d met at lunch one time in the cafeteria along with the third roommate, Evie. Carmen was short and she was sexy, a little Latina fireball.

Carmen’s dark hair was streaked and her eyes bright and golden. She leaned against the doorframe giving me a sexy grin, crossing her arms beneath her bosom to press her boobs up and together for me. She was dressed in her usual brief attire and flirtatiously gave me a long peek down the front of her blouse as she backed up to let me in. I observed that she had a very nice rack packed into her compact bod.

I got situated on the couch and started to unpack my books. Carmen came around and sat down right next to me. She glanced over to the hallway, where Daniela’s door was still closed. “Daniela!!!” she yelled.

We both heard a muffled bump, like someone had hit their head against the desk or something. I then heard what sounded like a “hold on”.

“Ah, Daniela’s going to be a little bit.” Carmen explained.

“I’ll bet she’s studying hard in there,” I commented with a little smile.

Carmen laughed. “Riiight. Actually, I think she’s practicing her Chemistry.”

“Practicing?” I wondered aloud.

As if on cue, Daniela’s door opened, and Evie came through the doorway, wrapped in a bathrobe and looking a little bit flushed in the face. She was the brunette American version of Daniela, same kind of bodacious body and almost as pretty. When Evie noticed me, she gave a little smile and then wordlessly fled into her own room.

Daniela came out a minute later, dressed in loose house clothing. The baggy shirt covered up her skin, but from the bounce I could tell that Daniela did not have a bra on underneath. “I am sorry. I forgot the time.”

I can’t say enough about Daniela’s accent. Even such an innocent phrase set my hormones on fire, and I did my best to temper the lust roaring inside of me.

We all sat around a little awkwardly while Daniela unpacked her books. Carmen was glancing at me with a funny look, while Daniela kept furtively flickering her gaze over to Evie’s door. I could feel the heat rising in the room, as if the girls were getting as aroused as I felt.

I finally decided to break the silence, and the awkward questions. “So, Daniela, what WERE you doing in there?” I put a little flirty innuendo into my voice.

Daniela blushed a deep crimson, and then glanced at Evie’s door again.

“I mean, Carmen here said you were practicing your Chemistry with Evie.”

Daniela blushed again, and looked in a panic at Carmen, glaring at her roommate rather angrily.

Carmen got defensive, then muttered. “Well, you were.” She then turned to me. “This hot chica is into other girls. Daniela and Evie are lesbian. I think you interrupted a little tryst.”

“Please then, don’t let me get in the way,” I stated. The images flooding my brain were overwhelming, and my horniness was skyrocketing at the view. Chemistry classwork was the last thing on my mind now. “I know how pissed off a girl can get when she’s left hanging like that. So go ahead, I’m cool with it. I’ll wait ’til you two are done.”

Daniela paused for a moment, torn between her current levels of arousal and her embarrassment. I wanted to come across as open-minded and non-judgmental. But I also would love to be just outside the door and listening to two fantastically hot babes going at it with each other. At last she just got up and went to Evie’s room, opening the door and going straight for her girlfriend.

She left the door open, and from my vantage point I could see her lean in to kiss Evie wetly on the lips, and start to pull the bathrobe off of her girlfriend.