Going out

The campus was mostly asleep when Tiffany left her room, she did not meet anyone as she walked to the staircase. Most of the fifteen stories high building was inhabited by students of the automation, electronics and electrical engineering, almost all of them men, but the bottom two floors were inhabited by the few girls of those faculties and girls from the management studies. With the men to women proportions of four to one the girls had a wide choice and did not need to compete; a campus is not a place for prudes.

When Tiffany entered the staircase she almost hit someone with the door. Fortunately Bob, because that was his name, was agile and narrowly dodged it. He was one the shy brilliant nerds who used to have problems approaching girls; used to, because Tiffany had cured him of that condition.

“Oh hi, Tiff” Bob greeted her cheerfully ignoring the fact that he almost got hit.

He approached her with the obvious intention of kissing her, his hand went around her waist and down to her buttock which he grabbed shamelessly. But Bob was barely 165 centimetres tall, so Tiffany in her heels was a head taller.

“Hello, Bob” she replied before leaning for a kiss.

The young man’s hands groped her body brazenly as their tongues mingled in their mouths. It seemed that Bob must have had a mental peg stuck somewhere inside of his head, once Tiffany had removed it, he became a real player and even his short height was not an obstacle.

When their lips eventually parted they went downstairs together, Bob’s palm still rested on the girl’s buttock; he only let it go when they reached the reception. They made small talk as they walked towards the university until the man eventually turned to his destination.

“See you later, Tiff” he squeezed her buttock for the last time before departing.

The girl had to walk few more minutes to reach the building in which her lecture took place.