Chapter 3: Same old life, isn’t it?

It wasn’t cloudy any more, but a bright day. After waking up and freshening up, he had a quick breakfast and drove his grandfather’s old pickup to the college campus.

The first class was economics. Almost every person had their likes and dislikes with various subjects, but Erik didn’t have a particular feeling about any subject. He was the kind of man who let things be the way they are.

That was one of the reasons why he didn’t get involved in any particular group. Except for his friend, he didn’t even talk with anyone. He had good grades in all subjects; not only his classmates, but his teachers also respected him.

Due to his height and physique, he never had been bullied in his life but because of his friend’s antics, who was often at the end of the stick, he’d had to rough up a few guys here and there to save his ass.

“Good morning, Goodman.”

He turned around to look at a young and petite woman, with bright red hair. She had half British and half Irish ancestry. Her name was Alice Walsh, a new student from England.

“Hey! Morning!”

“You remember our date tonight right?”

Since her arrival last week, she had been hitting on him very hard. After she asked him out a few times he had agreed to go out with her on one condition:

‘If the snowstorm doesn’t last after the weekend, then we will go.’

“Yeah, I remember. I still don’t understand why you want to go out with me.”

“Because in our class you are the only one who is so mysterious and I like solving mysteries.”

“Where should I pick you up?”

“Here,” She messaged him her address which was in part of town near the forest, near his house. “Around seven.”

“Okay.”

“I think we should go to our class.” She started to walk holding his hand in her hand. He could smell her strawberry and vanilla perfume combined with her natural flowery scent. It was strange; he had smelled different things since morning, things that he’d never noticed had a distinct smell before.

“So, what do you think I should wear?”

“Whatever ... you like. You would look beautiful in anything.” He had not been on many dates but he knew how to talk to women. So if he was going to do it, then the least he could do was give it an honest try.

During all lectures, she was ‘accidentally’ touching him. If she was trying to seduce him, she was going overboard with her obvious techniques. As usual, he ignored the ‘accidents’.

In the beginning, he wanted to comment about how obvious her technique was, but he stopped himself. Instead, he started to have fun too, by touching her ‘accidentally’. This prompted her to go all out.

After their third period, the sound of the bell was an indication of their half-hour lunch break.

‘It’s like time goes faster when we are having fun.’

Like other students, he also started to gather his things. But before he could start walking out of the room, she yanked his t-shirt to stop him.

She was standing before him. He was about to ask her, “What...” but before he could complete his sentence, she was on him. Her hot lips mashed on his lips, her tongue trying to probe his mouth.

He was shocked; it wasn’t like he wasn’t expecting something like this, but not before their date.

‘She is something!’

He started to kiss her back, parted his lips to allow her tongue. He lifted his hand, entangled behind her back, pressed his body and took an active role in their kiss. They were going at it for a few minutes before ending the kiss to take the necessary air.

She was breathing heavily and he could see the look of surprise on her face. A new scent started to come from her body. It was different from her vanilla perfume or her natural earthy scent. He was confused for a few seconds but suddenly he realized it was the smell of her arousal.

The smell was getting stronger with each moment. His body moved on its own; he was kissing her again, pushing his tongue against her lip. Within a moment, she allowed his tongue in her mouth. She used her tongue to wrestle with his for dominance. It was a fierce match.

His hands moved like they had their own mind; before he could stop them, they were on her butt cheeks. It was like a killing blow in their match; his tongue had utterly dominated her.