We were walking along in different directions at college. We bumped into each other and one look at her and I was hooked. I just stared, then had to a...pologize for staring, but she was so beautiful. She nodded like she was used to it and I introduced myself. We talked for a moment and I asked if I could take her out if she didn't have a boyfriend. She said she just happened to be in-between boyfriends so yes she would go out with me. Later she told me she didn't usually go out with someone after. Harry barked it the second time. “Your going to have sex with all kinds of men and maybe some women, so we need to see if your capable, now strip!”Shelly hesitated, and seriously thought about walking out the door. She figured she had come this far, she might as well go through with it. Shelly removed her blazer, then her blouse and then her bra. When her large white tits spilled out of the bra, Harry started telling her, how a beautiful housewife like her would really rake it in. She would be. I found myself talking to him all afternoon about pretty much anything. He was sweet, funny and so smart. It also didn't hurt that he was so handsome. He was Indian, tall, had a lean build, and a 'Pretty Boy' face. I love that clean shaven, boyish look with ruffled hair, as if he just rolled out of bed. He had light brown eyes which sort of sparkled when he laughed and deep dimples which became more visible when he smiled. My god, he was so handsome! I found myself drowning in those gorgeous. Paul ate his main course more slowly, I guess he figured rushing wasn't going to help. He had a hard on the whole time he was eating.When I finished my meal, I walked to his end of the table and bending down whispered "Are you ready for desert?"He damn near jumped up from his chair and swept we up in his powerful arms. Kissing me deeply he carried me into my bedroom.As he sat me on the bed I reached up and unbuckled his belt. I worked the snap and zipper on his jeans. Since Paul never wore.