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The Prize and The Surprise
The warm fuzzy feeling became a soft hot glow as he realized the hot little knot pressing into his chest was the nipple of her left breast; the weight on the bottom of his left arm was her shoulder; the weight over his middle was her left leg; the warm, wet, fuzzy spot on his hip was her pussy and the stuff on his face was not silk threads but long, soft, and silky auburn hair. With that realization came all the events of yesterday and the day before.
He sure hoped Sandy wouldn't be mad at him when she woke up.
Thursday had started just fine for me, Jim thought. I had my usual breakfast, two eggs, toast, coffee and two chapters in my computer class textbook. I was not late in reading required class text, no, I was fourteen chapters ahead. Where as the professor had given out a syllabus, which left out some chapters, I was reading them all.
On my way to class, I was brought out of my customary pre-occupation with my first class that - on Thursday and Friday - was History of the Americas, by the way the other students were looking at me and grinning. I did a quick inventory of my clothing and appearance. Nothing out of place or missing, maybe something on my face, I thought as I continued waking to class.
Most of the students, even though they appeared to be in a hurry, would look at me and grin or shake their heads. I noticed another thing which made me wonder all the more. Most of the girls grinned and all the guys shook their heads.
I took the opportunity to look the girls over. Careful to keep my face passive with my customary dazed look. Most of the girls were wearing shorts and light blouses or T-shirts. I could easily tell who was braless and who was not, because I could see a lot of nipples poking the front of their tops and lots of sway-n-bounce on some of the girls.
I noticed one girl, Teressa I think her name is, a Delta Society girl in her Junior year here at the university, who's shorts were so short that when she bent over to pickup a folder which had fallen from her arms, I thought I saw pubic hair and the edges of her pussy lips.
Danny, her current boyfriend, was just behind her and to one side. So, even thought I also had a perfect view up her T-shirt and could see her breast hanging-n-swanging, I continued on my way with a warm fuzzy feeling beginning to form below my belt.
As I entered the History Building, I headed for the mens room. I wanted to check my face and my back. I had found quite a few signs - most hand written - stuck to my back last year, my freshman year.
As I entered the men's room, I heard, "Do you think he even knows about it George?" "I doubt it Randy. He's usually in a daze from one class to another. And I hear he's like that all the time." Two guys were at the urinals talking to each other. I recognized them as two seniors. Jocks, number one and two man on the track team. I went into a stall and waited until they left, then checked my face and back in the mirror over the sinks. Nothing. Oh well, I'll find out what was going on sooner or later.
I usually found out what was happening later, after the joke had traveled the length and breadth of the "student body." I was used to it. Ever since I could remember, I had been different from other children. Oh nothing bad, just that my interests had been different from the other kids I grew up with.
Jim remembered when he was in the first grade; his mother had taken him to a psychiatrist in response to a note sent home from the school.
His mother had told him that the note said he had been behaving strangely and suggested he visit with this doctor for a while.
Jim had found out the school viewed his desire to play with the class computer or read instead of playing with other children at recess strange. The doctor, Mr. Haddly, had asked Jim all kinds of questions about why he didn't want to play with other kids. Jim had told him over and over again that the other kids weren't fun and the computers were. And if he couldn't play with the computers, he would rather read.
Then the doctor gave Jim a test. He said, "Jim, I want you to answer these questions as best you can. You can sit over there at that table. If there are words you do not know in a question circle them and ask me to explain them to you. Ok?"
Jim sat at the table and read the first page of questions. There were questions from: I love my mother. [Yes] [No] to: I hate my teacher! [Yes] [No].
There were five pages of questions like this with from twenty to twenty five questions each page. Jim answered them as best he could. He only ask the doctor to explain four words: egocentric, claustrophobic, institutionalized and heterosexual.
He was supposed to "talk" with the "Doctor" every day for two weeks. And every day he had to answer "some more questions." Jim recognized some of the questions from the previous day on the second day. When he ask the doctor about this the doctor said, "Just answer them as if it were the first time you saw the questions."
After the first week the doctor had sent Jim and his mother away saying that there was nothing really wrong with Jim. That was the only explanation Jim could ever get from his mother. The school didn't send any more notes home and Jim got to play with the computers any time he wanted to, so long as it was not class time.
Over the years his father had tried to get him interested in sports without any success. Still, his father had impressed on him the need to keep his body physically fit, so Jim had gradually worked into an exercise routine that suited him. He ran for one hour every day, did push-ups, sit-ups and a lot of stretching exercises. As a result he was in good physical shape, although, he did have to remind himself to eat every so often. He wasn't bad looking either. Although, he did have "nerd" pockets.
Jim finished High School one year early. He started college the summer session after High School Graduation. The university he was attending had arranged it. It seems they had heard about him and wanted him in their school. So, they bent the rules just a little and allowed him to take some "easy" classes that summer.
They even let him sign up for any class he wanted; of course they restricted his choices to "easy" classes. He had aced all the classes he had taken sixteen credit hours.
"Did you see that Larry? He was just standing there with that dazed look. So far away that it'd take a 747 twenty hours to reach him." "Yea, he really looked..." I snapped out of my reflection into my past to realize that I had been in the men's room for about fifteen minutes. If I didn't run I would be late for my first class.
I ran out the door almost running into Guin Harrison - major 'hard' attack - as I left the men's room, missing her right breast by a hair, and I saw Sandy Tanner - massive major 'hard' attack with a brain - on the other side of Guin. Totally focused on what I was doing I turned sideways as soon as I saw a form in front of me as I opened the men's room door. Even though I was in a big hurry, I still saw the high riding pointed breasts in front of me and instantly realized she was not wearing a bra. Side-stepping past Guin and Sandy Tanner, I ran for the stairs.
Guin is a 'sunshine blonde' about 5'8" tall, 125 lbs., 36-24-35 figure which needed no support. Her long hair, well shaped, evenly tanned, legs, ass, arms, face and neck put together with her hour glass body make her one of the most beautiful women on campus. Her 'better-than-you' attitude turns me off though.
Sandy Tanner is another story, which I will get into later.
All that day, two things kept breaking into my concentration, the view of Teressa and the near miss on Guin's breast. Those and the fact that everybody I met either grinned at me or shook their heads, even most of the teachers. Finally, I had stopped Mr. Tidwell, my history teacher, to ask him what was going on. "Can't tell you Jim, but don't worry. It's not bad rather an honor I'd think." With that, Mr. Tidwell walked away grinning and shaking his head.
As I headed home after classes, Guin stopped me at the main intersection on the corner of the campus. I was sad to see that somewhere along the way, she had changed clothes and was wearing a bra now.
"Jim, do you have a good suit?"
"Yes I do. What is going on Guin? Will you tell me?" Not a chance but I had to try.
"I can't. Here, read this. Oh, don't worry. This is not a joke and it will not hurt. I promise. I've got to go. See you tomorrow night Jim." Guin ran over to her boyfriend's car and climbed in. Although I didn't like her personality, I could watch her run like that (bra or not) all day and not loose interest.
Jim looked at the envelope Guin had given him. It looked like a Hallmark Greeting Card. He opened it as he continued home. The card in side was a very fancy invitation card printed on the best stock. It read:
You are invited to a Special Function of the Delta Society as a Guest of Honor. The Special Function begins at Seven o'clock Friday evening.
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