I learned many things in college. I learned how to set schedules for homework and studying. I learned how to live on my own. I learned lots of scientific theories and the meaning behind many pieces of literature. The most important thing I learned, however, was what I wanted in life.

Of all the memories I have of college, Sheila is definitely the best, most clear, and, sadly, most useful. I met Sheila during my senior year. We were both chemistry majors, and ended up in the same capstone course. As luck would have it, our instructor divided us up into groups of two for our final projects (which lasted the entire semester). However, my luck was good luck, because I got coupled with Sheila.

Sheila was a quiet girl, but very nice and friendly once she knew a person. She was about 5'2". She wasn't skeleton-skinny, but was definitely not big. She was small, but in shape. Her chest was somewhere just below a C cup, but against her small frame, it was perfect. She had long dark hair that had natural red highlights, which she usually wore down.

I'd never met Sheila before, but I had seen her around campus since we had the same degree plan. The college was large, however, so we had never had a class together until then. When we were assigned as project partners, we introduced ourselves.

"Um. hi. I'm Sheila, but I guess you know that already, since Mr. Danes just said our names. So you must be."

"Chris. Chris Larson. Nice to meet you." I offered my hand, and she shook it. As we shook hands, I couldn't help but notice her looking me over, though I thought nothing of it at the time.

Now would be a good time to describe myself during college. I was a couple inches shy of 6" tall, and just over 140 lbs. I wasn't ripped or anything, but I considered myself to be in good shape. I had short brown hair that I parted to the side, and, while I never really believed it myself, everyone always said I had a pretty face. I didn't know if that was a good or a bad thing, since I was raised in a family where "pretty" was synonymous with "girly" and "pansy". My previous girlfriends had seemed to like it though, so I had become ok with it.

Anyway, we spent the rest of the class getting to know each other and talking about possible research topics for our thesis (which was the project for the class). I found out that she was an only child and had never really had many friends when she was in grade school and high school. Her grandfather had been a science buff and she had spent a lot of time with him, which is why she was a chemistry major. When she had come to college, she had finally made friends and found people who liked her, but she still retained some of her insecurities from before college, which is why she was shy. As she told me her story, I couldn't help but wonder who wouldn't want to talk to her?

Over the next week we decided on a thesis topic, and scheduled research meetings for every week of the semester, four nights a week: Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday. Things started off wonderfully. We met at the library, did research and study until after midnight, then went to a 24-hour breakfast place to wind down and relax. It didn't take long before we became friends, and started calling each other on the nights we didn't get together. However, again, I didn't think too much of it, since she had recently revealed to me that she had a boyfriend from her hometown, who attended another college.

One Wednesday night, about halfway through the semester, she was late to our meeting. I got worried, because she was never late (she usually got there before I did). I took out my cell phone and called her. No answer. I waited another 30 minutes then decided I needed to go find her.

I went to her dorm room and knocked on the door. No one answered, so I put my ear to the door. I heard a sound, so I knew someone was there.

"Sheila? It's Chris? Are you there?"

The sound stopped for a bit, and then I heard a sniffle. She was crying!

"Chris? What are you. Oh my god! Our meeting!"

I heard Sheila walk to the door, so I pulled my head away. She unlocked and opened the door and waved me into the room.

"I'm so sorry. It's just that my boyfriend and I just broke up, and. Oh god Chris."

She turned away from me, ran to the couch, and continued crying. I wasn't sure what to do. I shut the door, walked over to her, and put my arm around her. She leaned into me, and cried on my shoulder.

"What happened?"

She calmed down, just enough to talk.

"A friend of his called me earlier and told me that he had been cheating on me! Having sex with another girl! The friend said that he was tired of waiting for me and that he called me a. a. a fucking virgin bitch and that if I wasn't going to have sex with him, he'd get it somewhere else! I didn't believe him, so I called my boyfriend and asked him. He said it was true and that he never wanted to see me again. Then he hung up on me, and I just lost it!"

Her crying continued, and I began to move my hand up and down her arm to comfort her.

"Shh. it's ok. He's obviously a jerk who doesn't deserve you in the first place! And don't worry about missing our meeting. Sometimes things happen. I'm just so sorry this had to happen to you."

"Th- Thank you."

She wrapped her arms around my neck and cried for at least another 45 minutes. After she had calmed down, I offered to take her out to make her feel better. She said she would rather stay home and go to sleep. She walked me to the door and opened it.

"Thank you again, Chris. This. really meant a lot to me."

With that she gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"I'll be better by Friday, I promise. So, we'll continue our work then. See ya."

"Bye, Sheila. Call me if you need anything, even if it's just someone to cry to."

I turned and left. I was worried about Sheila, and felt bad for her. However, I couldn't stop thinking about the kiss she'd given me. I mean, sure she was in an emotional crisis and I had helped her through it, but something about that kiss had seemed like more than a thank you. I put my hand to my cheek as I walked to my car. I drove home, went to bed, and tried not to make a big deal out of it.

The next day, I went to class, then decided to make sure Sheila was ok. I called her from my cell phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Sheila. It's Chris. How are you today?"

"Chris! Hi! I'm. better."

"You don't sound convincing."

"Yeah, well, I'm not completely over it. I'm sure that will take time. But I spent all night and today thinking about it, and you were right. He didn't deserve me. Speaking of which, I'd like to thank you for helping me through last night. You really didn't have to do that."

"Don't think anything of it. I'd like to think we've become friends this semester, and that's what friends do."

"Yeah. friends. Anyway, I really want to thank you. What do you say I treat you to dinner tonight? You've always taken me out after our meetings. Well, tonight is my turn. What do you say you pick me up at 7:30?"

Something in her voice.

"Um. Sure! Sounds good. But you really don't have."

"Great! Then I'll see you at 7:30! Bye!"

"Yeah. bye."

I hung up the phone, and stood thinking for a bit. She had sounded much too happy for a girl who had just broken up with her long-time boyfriend. I came to the conclusion that she was just repressing it and trying to act happy so she would feel happy. I decided I would talk to her about it tonight to make sure she didn't hold in her feelings.

I looked at my watch. It was 5:30. I went home, studied a little bit, then showered and dressed. For some reason, I dressed a little nicer than usual. I got to her apartment around 7:40 and knocked on the door. She opened the door and stepped out. My jaw almost literally dropped open when I saw her.

She had on a sexy red dress that went halfway below her knees. Her hair was up, which I had never seen, and looked damned good. She had on sensible heels that made what little of her legs I could see stand out even more than they already did. She had put on make-up, something else I had never seen, but did not wear a lot of it. To be honest she didn't need it, but it did look good.

"You're late," she said, as she locked the door. I started to apologize before I saw the smirk on her face. We both started laughing and turned to go to the car.

"Well, aren't you going to offer me your arm?" That took me off guard, but when a girl that looks like she did that night asks you to do something, you do it. I stuck out my elbow, and she put her arm in mine. I walked her to the car, opened the door for her, and helped her in. I shut the door, walked around to the driver's side, got in, and started the car.

"So, where are we going, madam?"

"The Italian place over on 42nd."

That really took me by surprise.

"Really? But that place is expensi."

"Shut up and drive." She winked at me, and I did as she said.

We got to the restaurant and walked in arm-in-arm.

"Reservation for two. Sheila."

We were taken to a private room with one table that had a single candle on it between the place settings. We sat, and I tried to say something, but she cut me off with a shake of her head. It was only after we had received our food (after the appetizers and salad) that anything was said, and it was her who started the conversation.

"I really do appreciate what you did last night. I've never had anyone treat me as nice as you did, and that includes that jerk I used to call my boyfriend."

"Well like I said, we're friends, and that's what fri-"

Suddenly, I felt something on my leg. It startled me at first, but then I realized what it was. She was rubbing my leg with her foot under the table.

"Well, I was thinking. I'm really glad that I never did have sex with him. I had thought about it, and almost did a couple times. But now I know I would have just regretted it. I knew I was saving myself for a reason, and I think I've found that reason."

When she said that, her foot went dangerously high. It was only dangerous, because I knew I would have to be standing and walking soon. I was so stunned and shocked at witnessing this behavior from Sheila that I couldn't speak. We finished our meal in silence. When the waiter came back and asked us if we wanted any desert, Sheila answered.

"No thank you. We have desert waiting back home."

Sheila paid the check, and I insisted on leaving the tip. The guy in me wouldn't allow me to let her pay everything. After that, we stood (luckily, talking with the waiter had helped my, um, situation) and walked back to the car. However, things had changed. She was more leading than following. I helped her into the car, got in the driver's side, and started the car.

Sheila placed her hand on my leg and said,

"My roommate is home, and I don't feel like talking to her. Can we go back to your apartment?"

I lived in a one bedroom apartment by myself. I had found that living with others destroyed my study habits, so my junior year, I had begun renting an apartment. I only nodded to her, swallowed hard, and began to drive. We were coming up to a convenience store, and Sheila told me to pull over. I began to ask why, but in the theme of the night, she interrupted me by simply ordering me to pull over again. I did, and she got out and went into the store.

She came out with a rather large bag. She got in the car, and we went back to my apartment. I opened the door, and she walked right on in and went straight for the fridge. I heard her open the door, and heard glass hitting glass.

So, she had bought beer.

"Would you like a drink?" I heard her say from the kitchen.

"Sure, thanks!" I said. She came into the living room, where I was sitting on the couch, and sat beside me, handing me my drink. We opened our drinks, and drank in silence just looking at each other. When our bottles were empty, she took them and put them on the table. She turned towards me, and took my hands in hers, turning me towards her.

"You really have no idea how much last night meant to me. I've decided that I never want to be tempted to give myself away to another jerk like that bastard ever again. Instead, I want to give myself to you. Tonight."

She looked me right in the eyes, and I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Sheila, I."

She put her finger to my lips.

"Quiet. I've thought about this. In fact, I've thought about it all semester. I was actually going to break up with my boyfriend because of you, but he beat me to it. I wasn't upset that we broke up, I was just upset about what he did and said."

When she said that, I could see a twinge of the previous night's pain in her eyes. It quickly cleared, though, as she continued speaking.

"You are the nicest, most polite guy I've ever known. Most of the guys I know and have known are jerks. I don't want to risk getting drunk or caught up in the moment and giving them my virginity. I want it to be special. I want it to be with some one I know and trust. I want it to be with someone I. with someone I love."

Woah.

"I love you, Chris. I've known that for a couple weeks now. I know we haven't known each other very long, but you're so different. My feelings for you are so different. I tried to tell myself that it's all in my head, but it isn't. I know that now. I love you Chris."

"Sheila, I."

Before I could finish, she leaned over and kissed me. It was a very gentile, very sensuous kiss on the lips. It lasted what seemed like forever, although in reality it couldn't have been more than a minute. She pulled away and looked into my eyes. The kiss had been the single best kiss I'd ever shared, and she could see that in my eyes. She smiled at me, put her hands on my face, pulled me to her, and kissed me again. This time, it was a hard, deep, passionate kiss. Our lips parted and her tongue immediately invaded my mouth.

Our kiss deepened into a full-on make-out session. Our hands were running up and down each other's bodies, and she was beginning to moan quietly. After about 15 minutes of this, she broke from and pushed me down onto my back, and slid down my body.

Before I could say anything, she had my pants undone and pulled down to my ankles. My boxers were tenting up, and she grabbed me through the fabric and began to run her hand up and down. All thoughts of protest left my mind as incredible feelings rushed to my brain. I almost didn't notice when she slipped my boxers down and took my cock directly into her hand.

It felt so incredible. I had never felt so good before. She didn't know it, but I was a virgin too. I had fooled around with girls, but had never gone all the way. However, no other girl had ever made me feel so good. As she continued stroking me, she leaned down and gently licked the head. This made me shiver and groan, and I looked down just quick enough to see her smile at my reaction. With that, she gripped my tightly, pulled all the way down to my balls to pull my skin down and tight, and took me into her mouth.

I saw stars.

It felt unbelievable. Indescribable. She moved her head up and down and she licked and sucked. I didn't realize it, but I had begun bucking my hips, trying to fuck her mouth. She must have done this before (to my utter surprise) because she moved her head in time with my bucking, which made all that much better.

My balls began that familiar tingle, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. I had, apparently, been groaning and panting, but between these I tried to tell her I was close. She responded by wrapping her lips around my head, sucking gently but continuously, and moving her hand up and down on my shaft.

I couldn't have held back even if I had tried. I exploded in to her mouth as my vision went black again. She began moving her head up and down again, licking my head, until I finished. I slumped back, having no feeling left anywhere, and felt her get up. I heard her close the bathroom door and heard the sink run. My mind and heart were both racing.

By the time she came back, I was regaining feeling. I had shut my eyes, and heard her walk up to the couch. I opened my eyes to see Sheila standing before me, wearing only her bra and panties.

I felt my cock twitch.

She pulled on my shirt, and I sat up. She pulled off my shirt, and then took my pants and boxers off from around my ankles. As I sat there naked, staring at her, I began to think about what was going on, and if it should be. Those thoughts didn't last long however.

Sheila sat on my lap, and began kissing my neck. She turned and lay down on the couch, pulling me with her. I was lost in the moment. I began kissing her neck, shoulder, chest, ear, anything within reach of my lips. She seemed to enjoy the attention as she started squirming. My hand began roaming, and she arched her back. I reached behind her and undid her bra. I took it off and dropped it on the floor and began to massage her breast as I kissed her.

She really started squirming, and I moved my hand slowly downward to her panties. I rubbed over them and she moaned. I could feel her wetness dripping through the cloth. I pulled the panties away from her and slid my hand underneath. I began massaging her lips, until I moved upward and found her clit. I gave it a quick, but gentle, flick, and this caused her to buck her hips up. I was expecting this, so I caught her hips in my hands and slid down, pulling her panties off.

I dropped them next to her bra and leaned down between her legs. My tongue found its way between her lips and began licking up and down. She was really enjoying this attention. She began moaning and moving her hips to try to either get my tongue inside or touching her clit. I avoided both, wanting to tease her a bit, but as her groans became whimpers, I could no longer stop myself. I moved my tongue to her clit and flicked it. She gasped and breathed in. Before she could breathe out I did it again. And again. I kept doing it until she gasped out her breathe and sharply drew in another.

She reached down and grabbed my head, pushing me harder into her. I increased the speed and pressure of my licking, and she began bucking her hips. When she bucked up, I pushed my tongue into her, effectively fucking her with my tongue. When she bucked back down, I licked her clit again. This continued until her whimpers became groans, and her groans became moans. She began bucking extremely fast so I wrapped my arms around her legs to hold her still, pulled her hood away from her clit exposing it, and began licking it with all I had.

Her moans stopped. Her mouth was open, her eyes were bulging, but she made no sound. Her hips began slowly and steadly rising and I rose with them, never stopping my attack on her clit. Just as she was up as high as her hips would let her, she dropped back down and started bucking furiously.

"Oh my GOD! OH. MY. GOD. N- N- No. Don't. DON'T stop. Oh God. Oh God Oh God Oh God. YES."

Her orgasm consumed her. She shouted out, probably unaware that she was doing so. Her hips bucked so hard I thought she was going to bruise my face. I didn't care though. I just kept licking until she pushed me away, shuddering, repeating "Oh my god. Oh. my god."

I crawled up her body, kissing every inch on the way as she shuddered beneath me, and laid down next to her. My cock was hard again, and she must have felt it against her leg, because she reached over and started and gave it one stroke.

After she calmed down and regained herself, she turned and kissed me on the forehead. She asked me if I wanted another drink. I said yes, and she got up and walked, naked, to my kitchen.