Here's an excerpt to illustrate:
Marcus is studying to be a doctor, on a scholarship which leaves him even less money than time to spend on himself. He has no social life except for walking into town and having one beer every other Tuesday night. The last time he was there feeling sorry for himself, a girl began choking on food, and he ran over to perform the Heimlich maneuver.
Two weeks later Marcus walked into town again after dinner in the dorm, and used what little profit he had left-over from his twice-monthly government-issued living expenses check, and bought himself a beer. He looked around for familiar faces, but when he didn't see any he sought out an open chair and sat down at a table by himself. He was just starting his regular brooding over his lot in life when one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen crossed the dance floor while staring at him. He briefly managed to wonder how she could walk while undulating her hips like that, smiling as if she knew how erotic it was and enjoyed looking like a wet dream walking. Then his long-ignored desires flared to life and he felt incapable of coherent thought while the blood rapidly abandoned his brain.
“Hi, you're Dr. Marcus, aren't you?” She smiled at him as if she already knew the answer.
“Uh, yea, I’m Marcus,” he stammered, grateful that his dark skin would hide the blush that he could feel creeping up his body, as he responded to her overwhelming sexuality.
“Well, I’m Melanie. You saved my life a couple of weeks ago, remember?” She pantomimed choking while grasping her throat.
“I remember,” he said.
“Well, can I sit down? Thanks.” She oozed into the chair next to Marcus and scooted it closer to him.
“You know,” she leaned forward conspiratorially, “No one seemed to know much about you. You don’t come in very often, and I barely remember the name you said, since I was kind of, you know, out of it? My friends were too busy dragging me home to party… to help me forget my near-brush with death. So I’ve been asking everyone who might know you just who you are and how I could get in touch with you. Mike, you know, the bartender there, he said he gave you a beer on the house for saving one of his best customers, so they didn’t have to close the joint. Ha ha, big comedian, that guy. He said you only come in every couple of weeks; he thought it was always on a Tuesday. Well since I only live a couple of blocks away I’m in here almost every night, unless I have a theme paper due the next day, in which case I’m in the library until it closes, then I go home and write and type my paper. I’m an English major, did I mention that? Anyway, I knew I’d see you in here again sooner or later, so I’ve been watching for you every night and now here you are!”
She smiled triumphantly at him.
Stunned, Marcus just stared, not sure what kind of response was called for
“So,” she continued, “You know, I do breathe every now and then, and that’s your cue to talk if you want to. But if you don’t, that’s okay too…I’ll just keep on talking. Anyway, I wanted to think of something I could do to really thank you for saving my life and all. If I could cook, I’d make you dinner, but I’m not really very good in the kitchen. If I could bake, I’d make you cookies, but ditto there. I don’t know you well enough to write you a poem, and anyway that’s really cheesy, considering you saved my life and all. But there is something I’m really good at.”
She paused, really looking at him now, studying him, as if he were a bug under a microscope.
“You’re kind of a quiet guy, aren’t you?”
He nodded, still unable to make words come out, while his dick throbbed angrily against the zipper of his jeans, as if accusing him of neglect. The smell of her perfume and her skin was intoxicating him, and he was afraid that if she leaned any closer, he would not be able to stop himself from throwing her across the table and tearing her clothes off. He tried not to stare at her erect nipples that threatened to tear holes in her tee shirt, but he was still blushing from what he was imagining, so it was difficult to look her in the eye.
“But you are kind of cute, in an under-fed, nerdy kind of way. Tell you what…what I’m really good at, is screwing. In fact I’m trying to get the college to let me minor in it!”
She smiled at him while his jaw dropped open.
“So, if you’re up for it, after we finish our beers we can stroll back to my place, where I conveniently have more beer in the fridge. Then I can really thank you for saving my life! How’s that?"
Marcus had not thought it to be possible for his dick to get even harder than it was, but it twitched and throbbed as he imagined burying himself between her thighs. He briefly wondered if he had died and gone to Heaven, but he couldn't remember any kind of accident that might have precipitated him being presented with what he wanted the most. Here was one of the best-looking women he had ever seen up close: long, wavy brown hair with red streaks, light skin with freckles all over…hmm, I wonder just how much of her body has freckles? Thin, but not too thin to have nice tits, nice hips…and the heat radiating off of her was burning him even though they were barely touching. And she wasn’t expecting him to buy her dinner, or even to buy her a drink. She was offering to have sex with him, seemingly with no strings attached. In fact her hazel eyes were laughing across the table at him, as if she was daring him to refuse her. “So, what do you say, Marcus? We on, or not? Or do you need more time to think about it?”
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