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As weeks passed, she slowly melted from my thoughts. I always wondered what happened to her.
I got to know Ivan. He was definitely a character and, because of that accent, quite the ladies' man. We went out for a few beers several times, and he knew a lot of people both on and off campus. His dad was a Russian Intelligence officer who escaped Russia and met his Mom in Italy. They emigrated to England and settled in Coventry. Hence the name Ivan. Like many immigrants, they came here for a better life. He was outgoing and most definitely a little crazy.
"Hey mate, there's a party tonight at an apartment with a bunch of girls if you want to check it out."
"Sure, where and when?"
As we walked there that night, Ivan said, "...And then there's Martha. She'd suck the chrome off a bumper. If you want to have at her, she will likely disappear into a room for a gangbang after the party gets going."
Martha greeted us at the door. It was her place. Couldn't miss that she was wearing a thin dog collar and a sexy black dress, and looked like she was a submissive slut. Cute and a little plump for my taste, but certainly not short on personality.
The party was a sleeper. A lot of girls and not a lot of guys, which was good, but none of the girls were especially attractive. Ivan hooked up with some girl and left, and I hung around. I spent a lot of time talking to Martha, and she was pretty nice. I wondered why she had such low self-esteem. And sure enough, about an hour later, a bunch of guys came in and she said, "I've got to go."
And off she went into a bedroom with 6 guys. I heard the moaning and so did everyone else. When I walked to the door, people were looking at me, shaking their heads no, and laughing. I opened the already ajar door and there she was, moaning on the bed, completely naked in an obscene pose worthy of a porn video with cocks all around her and in her, being held with a leash on that collar. But the more interesting thing was that without clothing, her plump body looked tight and attractive. I watched for a minute and left.
The semester was ending, and I scored a summer job working for a small corporate video producer in town, doing some research on a project. I would assist him with videotaping legal video depositions, as well, which was his main line of business. We were on our way back to the office from a shoot, and Guy said,
"Hey, that looks like Katya."
First, I didn't even know he knew who she was, and secondly, I did a double-take because there she was waiting for a bus.
"Katya! Do you need a ride?" Guy asked as he pulled over.
"Hi, Guy," she replied, leaning into my window.
"Doesn't look like you have any room," She said with a grin.
I didn't think she recognized me. Why would she?
"Sit on Chaz's lap. He won't mind."
As she made eye contact with me, she smiled, "I'm sure he wouldn't."
We all chuckled. I opened the door, and she climbed in, dropping right on my lap with no hesitation.
"I know you from somewhere," she said with her sweet breath now inches from my face.
"Gisken's class. But you dropped out," I said.
"Yeah, that was going to be too much work. Not for me," she offered as she squirmed a bit.
She now turned to get an eye on me and gave me a thoughtful gaze, "Was it Chaz? You said something poetic to me, didn't you?"
I blushed a little. Guy looked at me, a bit surprised, "Good memory. It was a moment. Would have been a great photo."
"Oh, do you like photography?" She asked.
I had never really thought of it, actually, but I said, "The light was pretty neat that day. I'd be happy to photograph you anytime, Katya."
She giggled and squirmed again. Now I was getting a rise, and she turned enough to look me in the eye and smirk. It was a bit disarming with our intimate position and her face close enough to kiss. She smelled good.
With a combination of embarrassment and desire, I grew hard quickly, and she knew it.
"Mmmm," was all she said as she looked out the window and, to my surprise, slid slightly up and down my shaft as she adjusted herself so her crack was on my cock. She and I were suddenly in a very congenial situation, and we both clearly understood what was happening.
"Where are you going, Katya?" Guy asked, oblivious to what was going on.
"Downtown Derby. I'm going to work. I know it's out of your way. You don't mind?"
"I don't mind," Guy offered, "And I'm sure Chaz doesn't mind." We all laughed. Katya slid subtly again.
"Nope, I don't mind at all. Thank you," I said. Again, we all chuckled.
As we arrived, "Thanks, Guy," Katya said, "Nice to meet you again, Chaz."
Now I was a bit more embarrassed because she and I both knew that when she got up and out of the car, my hard-on would be obvious.
Sure enough, as she got out, I watched her eyes go right to my lap as I readjusted my jeans. I'm sure I was bright red.
"Well, aren't you the lucky one?" Guy said as we drove away.
"She's pretty hot, Guy."
"Yes, she is. Too bad she's shacked up with some dude in Woodbridge. A pretty rough dude, from what I understand."
My heart sank a little as my hard-on deflated.
"How do you know her?" I asked.
"She worked on a few of my shoots last summer. On one job, we dressed her in coveralls and had her crawl all over a brass factory pulling cables for lighting."
He laughed, "We didn't need her to, we just wanted to watch her crawl around in the greasy warehouse. I've got the picture in my office if you want to see it."
"My cameraman, Greg, got in her pants, but as I understand it, she was naive enough to think sleeping with him would get her somewhere in the industry. I guess she's a wildcat, though."
Without asking for details, Guy continued, "You know the keg house, right?"
"Yeah."
"I guess she was pretty loaded, and the word was he was all over her at the bar, and it was quite the show. I heard the bartender say something to them because her top was open and her tits were out. As they walked out, he had his hand down her pants that were so far down her ass, half her crack was showing."
"Wow," was all I could muster with that image now seared in my brain. This story didn't help the chubby in my pants from the dry humping I had just received. What a vixen.
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