Uneventful really. But there is always another day.

Nothing special happened. I went home. I repacked my bag. I went through today's classes. I decided on some reading. I meditated and then I went back to campus.

I was still climbing the stairs up to the campus which lay on a hilltop over a totally unremarkable city, when I got a message from Diane:

„Went to Smith. As you said. I played surprised. You're a genius. thx”

Another text followed seconds later.

„Let's meet up later.”

„Yeah. I'ld be happy to hear.”

I went through a normal day at university. classes, lunch, classes, librarey. Diane wrote me again in the late afternoon: „Hey D. I won't make it today. You free tomorrow evening?”

„Yeah. sounds great.”

„Leon's usually gone in Tuesdays, isn't he?”

„Yeah. Y”

„I think we should keep your talk with smith strictly confidential.”

That didn't make sense to me. Leon knew I was going to talk to Smith... Okay, maybe Diane wanted to keep him in the dark about the details. Anyways if a sexy as fuck hippie goddess up for anal wanted to meet me in private, it was probably better to let sleeping dogs lie and wait for things still to come.

What came was Tuesday. An uneventful Tuesday with the usual routines. I asked Diane what she thought about pizza. Big surprise, she was pro, just as any sane person would be. So I decided to skip library went home, prepared the dough and went shopping for Tomatoes, topping and a red wine. Then I went home and prepared everything. I was about to set the table but it was a a mess. The whole kitchen was in fact. So I decided to do something unusual: I tidied my own room, which was the significantly smaller task, put some beanbag like seatings in the middle, set the wine glasses on a small table beside them, prerolled a joint and put some nice jammy music on. Not long after that, someone rang our door bell and I felt Dianes presence. I opened the door and let her in. She wore a loose denim trousers with a light flare, a bandshirt and a hoodie jacket. I noticed, she came barefoot. She carried a small pocket, which was somewhat unusual for her. I also noticed a delicate flowery scent on her. Although as always, she wore no make up. Her long hair flowed back over her shoulders.

As we crossed the kitchen she saw the pizza I prepared. „Whoa! D! When you asked for Pizza, I thought about a frozen one or a delivery at best.” I smiled. „Nope. I prepared the whole thing myself, from the dough to the tomato sauce. Well. I didn't make the salami, nor the cheese. And I didn't pluck the olives... But you get the idea.” „I didn't know you could cook.” „Well technically you still don't know. Wait until you tried it.” „What's that in the dough?” „Olives and dried tomatoes. I think it gives the dough some flavor.” „I am impressed.” „I love it when a plan comes together”, I said. Then I put the pizza in the pre-heated oven and led her to my room. She looked at the weird setup. „We're gonna eat on the floor?” „I have done that before and besides. We have something to sit on. Wanna toke?” I asked her that while we sat down and she nodded. I lighted the joint, took two drags, than handed it over. She toked while I poured us both some red wine and brought two glasses of water. She handed the joint back to me and the first subtle scent of pizza filled the flat.

„So, you wanted to tell me about the talk with Smith”, I began to stir the conversation to yesterday's event. „Well there is nothing to tell which you don't know I think. I went to her office and wanted to hand in the paper. She bluffed. Looked up in her notebook and said, your paper is nit due til next Monday, Mrs. Miller.” I laughed. „Really? I think she managed that quite creatively, don't you think?” „D, how did you do that?” „Smell's like the pizza is ready. Wanna take a look.” „That really smells delicious.” It was ready, I took it out of the oven, placed it on a large cutting board and sliced it into nice little pieces. „You even made a cheesy crust?” „If you make a pizza, might as well do it right. Especially when you know your going to eat it stoned.” „I like everything about your statement. But I like most that I wasn't the one who had to do all the work.” „Ah never mind. I find that kinda stuff relaxing.” I handed her two plates and took forks and knives as well as the large cutting board - though I knew we wouldn't need them.

We sat down and had the first bites. „Hmmm, that is wonderful. The cheesy crust with the tomatoes and stuff. That is really good. How did you come up with that shit?” „I like eating stoned”, I responded with a shrug. „Well obviously you have your reasons!” „I'm glad you like it.” „D, Smith. How did you do that? Seriously.” I sighed. „I just think she trusts me. And, well, she is a principled person. I just used that against her. It wasn't really nice of me but...” „Are you fucking kidding me? That was about the nicest thing anybody did for me in like years! You stuck your neck out for me. If she really trusts you that much, you could have lost every bit of standing you have with her!” „Diane, I am quite sure there are a lot of young men out there who would love to do nice things for you if you only...” „You mean who would love to do whatever it takes to fuck me.” „Well... yyyyyeeees?” „Well if I fucked every guy who wanted to fuck me, I'ld be very busy...” She thought and her face reddened slightly. I felt her shame rushing over her. Otherwise I probably wouldn't have noticed the subtle change of color in the dim light. „Well not as busy as...” I noticed her thoughts wander to Bri, her brunette flat mate. „other girls, but still to busy to do attend to my studies.” I laughed „Diane, you are perfect. You are smart, ambitious, you... you have a great body and every right to enjoy it.” I placed that words in her mind again, „I am absolutely comfortable with you, with your body.” This time something interesting happened: She did think of the intense memory that mesmerized me before, but first and foremost she thought of me, telling her these words, ringing a bell inside her. I could feel a desire building up. She had definitely felt it before.

„Yeah thanks, D.” She gave me a defensive look. „I was just complimenting you.” I heard her thoughts as she was struggling with herself. «Great, Diane. I thought we weren't going to fend this one off.» I decided, to present her an easy way out. „Never mind, Diane. You want another slice?” „I'ld love to!” We ate the better part of the griddle sized pizza, had some more wine and I invaded her mind further, stoking the fiery desire that was building up until it became a craving.

After the meal I reorganized the beanbags and the small table with the wine glasses. We opted for a light comedy movie online and kept talking, not really paying attention to the plot. When I was sure, she was ready, I touched her hand. She took the opportunity and turned towards me. „D, really. I want to thank you for what you did for me. That was selfless, clever and a bit risky on your part.” She took her jacket off. „I think you already had a first peek.” She took her T-shirt off. Sitting next to me, facing me. I said, „Whoa, Diane. Tha...” „Oh don't think I would do it just for you. Yes, I want to thank you, but I intend to get something out of it too.” She smirked as she took her bra off presenting her fine, full B-cups with the wonderful pinkish nipples. She leaned over to me, her face coming close to mine. „You okay with that” „Very, Dian...” She planted a first kiss on my lips, her tongue timidly coming forward but quickly greeted my mine. She came over, sitting on my lap and pressing her ample breasts against my chest. Her hands pulling in my T-Shirt, exploring my upper body. We kissed for a few minutes when I noticed her getting a hold on her bag and throwing it on my bed. Then I felt her hands signalling me to get up. I lifted just enough to get my bottom onto my my bed and moved further as she crawled over me. My hands on her back an her waist. I could feel the dimples on her back and her nice round ass which was slightly bigger than you might expect for a girl with her frame. I could feel her hands quickly unbuttoning my trousers, her fingers getting into my boxers. She looked at me and with a smile as she began to pull both pieces of clothing down. Her gentle kisses followed the cloth. I could feel the softness of her lips and the warmth of her breath following my shaft. Until now, I had concentrated on her mind which had kept my blood flow in check, but now my cock was pulsing intensely with every beat of my heart, my erection growing. As she had finally pulled my trousers down enough for my cock to be fully freed, it sprung upwards, no longer restrained by the cloth, and I could see Diane's eyes widen. „Oh my... Nice.” I couldn't help but to spy on her. «Bigger than Alex! Biggest I ever had. Will it hurt?» Not a coherent train of thought, rather a juxtaposition. „Well, I'm glad you like it.” I helped her remove my remaining clothes completely. „It's... big, D.” she said as she moved up to my face, letting the full length of my member slide between her firm breasts. We kissed, now she was more demanding. But only for a short time. Soon she moved back down, gently pulling my foreskin back with the soft skin of her belly, guiding my cock back between her tits, bending her neck and greeting the tip of my cock with her lips. I felt her open her mouth caressing my frenulum first, then my glans and soon my shaft wit her tongue as she moved down down down. Finale she was sitting on her knees between my legs, her nose close to my pelvis but not touching it. I could hear her breathing and coughing as she slowly came up moving her tongue around my cock until she built up some underpressure and letting my glans free with a plopp-noise. „I think you are the first guy I couldn't take all the way in.” As she said that she shifted her body a bit, kissing her way down my shaft and towards my balls. I thought of Jazz and how violently she impaled her throat on my cock after a little... encouragement. „Hmmm don't worry. So far nobody took it all the way... on the first try.” Her eyes were closed. Her tongue playing with my balls, sucking on them gently, pulling them in her mouth a bit and letting them back out. She was pretty good at that and quite relaxed about what we did.

„You mean, your girlfriend?” Her head came up, she held my shaft with one hand stroking it, while the thumb of her other hand massaged my frenulum. „Uhmmmm. Yes. She... she made it after a few tries.” „She's a skilled girl then.” She repositioned herself again, sitting on top of me. Putting her hot and wet entrance right above my glans. „I am glad she is open for the kind of relationship you two have. I wasn't goingnnghmmmmmmmmmmm” With a pleasureful moan she let herself slide down on me with closed eyes. „...to aim for that though. I had something else in mind.”