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Sanford. E. Xavier Institute: Sexy Spring I
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Sanford. E. Xavier Institute: Sexy Spring I

Would a matchbox hold my clothes?

This is a re-visioned version of the beginning of my S.E.X.I. serial. Chapters 1 & 2A

It was late April and the weather was getting warmer on the campus of Sanford E. Xavier Institute of Education. I had decided to return to college after burning out doing home remodeling and rehabbing. In just a few years nomading for different building contractors in the sunbelt, I had a hefty bankroll and a pretty nice tan.

While there was quite a bit of opportunity to succumb to the sexy diversion of the house MILF while performing some suddenly necessary light bulb changing,  I was needing a place to stretch out. Taking an apartment near the campus could offer two things: local handyman jobs for pocket money and the student body at S.E.X.I.E which had gone co-ed the year before. 

As warmer breezes invaded the man made caverns of the S.E.X.I. campus, like the flowers in the spring, the student body suddenly bloomed into color.  Bright pastels and light colors came out in short breezy outfits as the girls freed themselves from the heavy leggings and sweaters of the winter.  The spring semester was ending and summer was on its way.  The sun was out and bare legs, tummies, and cleavage was in. 
 
I had parked my big green monster Caravan and was hustling to be on time.  My next class was starting in five minutes so I was cutting through the Phys Ed. wing when I heard this pitiful cry:

“Hey, can somebody help me?”

I looked over and saw a pair of amazing blue eyes peeking from behind the door to the women’s locker rooms. 

“Hi, are you ok?  What's going on?” I asked.

“Can I borrow your shirt?  I’ll give it back, uhm, later. Please?”  the girl asked.  

“My shirt?”

“Please, I can’t exactly explain.” she pleaded.

“Can you show me if you can’t..”

“No,” she shouted, “I’m sorry can I just, oh...Someone took my clothes while I was in the shower. It has to be a mistake, my bag looks just like a dozen others.  Please?” she pleaded again.

“Uh, sure in that case,” I said and took off my oxford then passed it to the cute little hand reaching to me from behind the door. 

The little devil in me would’ve grabbed onto that hand and pulled the girl out into the hallway, but my mother had raised me to rescue damsels in distress.

My jaw dropped as the girl walked out wearing only my shirt and still buttoning it. 

“Thanks, you’re a life saver,” she said smiling. 

The student body was comprised of about fifteen women for every guy on campus, and the guys were all new enrollees.  Some of the girls weren’t used to the guys being around yet and were somewhat less demure and discreet. This particular and quite pretty girl was just so very comfortable wearing just my shirt!

When I finally saw through her teasing black curls, I didn’t place her face, she wasn’t in any of my classes.  She’d left the shirt half unbuttoned, her tanned skin a stark contrast underneath my white oxford.   

“You know, I’d like to get that back sometime,” I teased her.  Somehow she seemed familiar.  I thought I’d met someone who reminded me of her, but I didn’t know just who.

There wasn’t much to Tricia, except everything.  Her petite body sprouted a nice handful of tits, poking up under my shirt!  She had jet black hair, currently wet and storm tossed, and sexy as hell. 

“Well, I need to hang onto it a bit longer. I’m Tricia, do you happen to have a car?  You’ve been so sweet and I hate to impose, but I’m in desperate need.”

“Yeah, I got that, and it looks really good on you by the way.” 

The white oxford was too big and was hanging pretty much open, one perky nipple kept peeking out!  Almost like you could just reach out and touch it, the devil in me said. 

“I’m kind of late for class but...”

“I just need a ride back to my car.  It's in the northwest lot.  Besides I can be really generous when I’m repaying favors to the right guy,” she winked and pulled my shirt open to show me those nice titties. 

So this girl I just met, who is basically naked under a shirt I just loaned to her, flashed her naked nubile breasts in my face.  And that's a thing now and my eyes can't look away and my mouth suddenly blurts out:

"Meet me by the door, I'll be right back."

In a quick minute, I hustled out to the parking lot, got the van and brought it around to the back of the girl's locker room.  With a backpack hung over one shoulder and barefoot, Tricia raced over to my big green monster and jumped in the front seat.  

“You made it, where to now?”

“Wow as big as this is I could probably live in it. Northwest parking lot and thank you ever so much,” Tricia gushed.

Two lots over we found her car, stuffed with just about everything she owned, with just a bit of room to drive.  Tricia got in behind the wheel, then started to dig around the seats; she pulled out a pair of silky shorts and a bra top. 

Never thinking to tell me to turn away, the girl slipped the shorts up her legs, giving me a view of just a bit more than her tanned thighs.  She slid her arms from my shirt sleeves and with some girl magic suddenly was dressed.  Then she was handing over my shirt, and I had to say something.

“So, uh, do you like to eat... Uh, pizza or uh... You know?” Suddenly I was like a dumb teenager.

“You haven't told me your name, but you are sweet and you’re not a groper, so... Yeah,” Tricia’s smile dazzled me.  “I like to eat pizza.”  She swept her arm out to indicate her surroundings, "You can find me here, or in the cafeteria, but I mostly hang out in the library."

“Wait, you live here, on campus?  In your car?”

“Uhm, kind of, cause the library is only open 18 hours daily.”

“I can help you with that too,” I said.  “We just met and this is crazy, but I need a roommate, I mean I have an extra room, there’s a small twin bed in there.”

“Yeah, sounds nice!” she said and a video ran in my head of her coming into the kitchen wearing silky shorts and a lacy bra.  

“I got out to the coast and kind of ran out of money, so I couldn’t pay rent yet.”

“Well there’s always chores, if you can clean or cook; or we could barter stuff, whatever you might offer ” I couldn’t believe I had just offered this cute girl my spare room!

"So when you say barter, you wanna trade this for that, a little tit for tat?”  she asked.

“I guess if you're willing to trade for tit, I can definitely manage the tat,” I answered.  “I mean I guess if you don’t mind, that’s uhm, fair. Until you get a place or whatever you’re going to do.”

“Sounds like a deal, roomie!”  She grabbed my hand to shake it.  Then she pulled out a sharpie and wrote my number and address on her palm.

“Don’t wash that off or you won’t know where to find me.” I cautioned her.

“That's why I am writing in sharpie. Besides, I found you once, didn’t I?” she answered and drove off, leaving me standing, wondering.

The next day I got out of bed and walked into my bathroom; the water was on and a girl’s voice was singing in the shower.  There was girl gear bundled here and there, cute panties and sexy sandals.

“You are so great inviting me in, I promise I won’t clutter the place up,”  she said then started singing again.  “Sometimes I wonder, will a matchbox hold my clothes.”

“You know I haven’t got so many but I got so far to go,” the words just came out of me, an old blues song I had to learn when I was taking guitar lessons as a kid.

“Look at you coming in on backup, you know that song?”  

I looked up and naked boobs pressed against the shower curtain.  She was peering out from behind those crazy black curls hanging wet, just like when I met her.  I really liked seeing her wet, I realized.  

“Hand over my towel, will ya?”

As I lifted her panties to get the towel folded underneath she pulled the curtain back and reached out her hand. Again I couldn't turn my eyes away, yet I managed to grab a towel and toss it to her.  The sight of her nude still lingering in my head, I turned to the sink to brush my teeth; after a second or so I felt a tap on my shoulder.  

Tricia had a great glamour, powerful ‘Girl Magic’, as she was now wrapped up in just enough of a towel.

“You did catch a peek, right, I’d hate to think all that talent was just wasted,” the girl beamed. 

The night before something happened which never happened, the doorbell rang.  When I got down the stairs I found Tricia coming in the door asking if I’d had dinner.  I invited her up. My pantry and some take out boxes yielded enough for a leftover feast.  We took turns showing our culinary skills, my little kitchen was surprisingly big that night.  

We found out we had a lot of common likes and dislikes and quickly became friends.  I gave her the nickel tour of the apartment and showed her the room, and within an hour she’d packed in most of her stuff and stowed it neatly in baskets and portable shelving.  Next morning we were meeting in the bathroom, one of us half naked, the other in abject wonder of it all.

“I mean that was a fair trade for the shower right?” she bartered again, her hand was going for the door then her towel was falling.

“Oh yeah,” I said, not believing what I saw.  “Sure fair trade for hot water.”

Her quick hand caught the towel and used it to barely recover herself.  

“Do I smell coffee?” the hot chick asked as she sidled past. Walking down my hallway half naked, she turned back and nodded toward the kitchen

Yesterday I’d had a vision of her in my kitchen in skimpy lingerie, today she was really there naked in a towel.  I went over to the cabinet and grabbed a mug mostly to distract myself from staring at this vision.

“Uh coffee’s free,” I said.  ‘’So I have class this afternoon, how about you?”

“Humanities til two thirty, then three o’clock chemistry with Dr. Curtin.” She sat on a kitchen chair in the bath towel, her girl magic kept her covered or mostly so.

“Jim is a friend of mine, we did some jobs together, home rehabbing at the company I work for.”

“He’s gorgeous!” she gushed.

“We always went for beers after work, then when I was registering for classes I bumped into him on the quad at S.E.X.I.  Told me he was the chem professor,” I related to my new roomie.

“Sexie, S.E.X.I.? Oh em gee I never heard it called that!” 

“Seriously, even with what’s been going on this spring?  All the chatter on the radio and Social Media is about the S.E.X.I. Spring!”  She looked at me, an unworldly tangle of black curly hair and tanned skin, her bare ruby painted toes tapped my kitchen floor.  

“What’s been happening this spring?”

Could she not know about the Nude Spring?  Hot co-ed’s all over campus bottomless in tiny cheerleader skirts, dresses flying up to show naked nookie in the courtyard?  

“You haven’t heard that chicks all over school have been going around showing off their bare assets?  Your chem teacher was telling me about a week ago, right after his class left he had a free period. He was cleaning up the lab when he heard a commotion in the hallway.

Just as he turned to go to the door it opened halfway and a half nude girl pushed into his room. Her skirt got caught on the door and it pulled right off. Suddenly there was a completely nude red-haired hottie in Jim's classroom trying desperately to hide behind her hands. Your teacher played knight in shining armor and got her his lab coat then escorted her back to her dorm.”   

“Wow just like what happened with you and me,” Tricia observed.  “I hope the girl was okay.”

“That’s the weird part, cause the staff and faculty want to know what’s happening but so far none of the girls are really talking about it.  Except that everybody is talking about it," I looked at her. "So...are you just playing me here or what?”

“No, of course I heard about what happened with Dr. Curtin, but the four one one on that is it was some kind of payback prank,” she answered. 

"Ok, so payback pranks are a thing?" I asked.

“There’s like two rival girl groups having a wardrobe malfunction war, showing off for all the new guys around.  You see, spring is usually a time for sorority pranks.  Because it’s warmer you can get away with running around half dressed.”

“Wait, what?  So you girls have been stripping each other off for a spring fling, for what, like...ever?”  My eyes rolled in disbelief.

“Not like this spring, that’s my point. Girls can’t wait for warmer weather because you can wear what you want, and bare what you dare.  Now because they’re guys around it's like somebody turned up the heat.”  She got up, finished with the coffee and put her cup in the sink. 

“Speaking of which I should get dressed.”   

“Hang on, you mean this started as a prank but something bigger is going on?”  I suggested.

“Maybe not bigger, definitely barer.  Some of the exhibitions may have been ‘accidental’, also code for dares, others maybe not so much. Anyway, a lot of hot chicks are doing dares and if you catch one, you can give them a dare.  Enjoy it, as hot as you look you’re on a lot of girls dare list.”

“Am I on yours?”

She smiled and turned into the hallway, then when she reached the doorway to the living room the towel fell for the last time as walked off.  

“Ask me again some time, we have that barter thing you know,” she called back. She stepped naked back into the doorway,  

“You still haven’t told me your name!” 

Quickly she bent over and grabbed her towel, flashing me a reverse thigh gap pussy peek. Then she twerked and wiggled that bare bottom and strut off to her room.

************

“So you just let some chick move into your spare room,” my brother asked incredulously.  “You have no idea what you’re in for do you.”

“Ok, so we sat around and talked for a good two hours before I let her bring anything in the apartment,” I answered.  “You would totally like her and probably try to steal her from me!”  

“Daniel Jacob Moresby, you are crazy.  Or that’s what mom would say,” he went on.  “And you said I could have that room when I come out in the fall.”

“So we’ll work something out by then, don’t worry,” I told him.

“What’s she like, I mean is she good looking?  You always used to talk about all those hot house MILF's when you did home renovation.  Now you have a girl living with you.”

“It’s cool really, she’s nice, pretty, dark hair; we end up just doing our own thing a lot.  I mean we haven’t even gone on a date yet.”  

“That’s just like you, you never even dated this girl but all of sudden you’re living with her,” it was funny really, the little brother life coaching the older one. 

“Well, it is what it is.  She needed a place, and I had some room.  I’m sure it’s temporary.  She’ll probably be on her own by the middle of the summer, who knows.”  Having said that I wondered if I wanted her to leave.  “Listen, bro, I got a class in 20 minutes, I gotta go, see you soon."

Maybe I am crazy but Tricia is more than just cute.  I don’t want to say we bonded, or anything, but we definitely hit it off.  It was just four days since she took over the room, but she hadn’t taken over the apartment, let alone my life.

We weren’t in any classes together and we were often on different schedules, but we always ended up at the kitchen table doing homework.  I grocery shopped and she cooked dinners for the rare meals we shared together. 

It was a Friday morning about two weeks from the end of the semester.  Seniors were getting ready for graduation.  Sophomores like Tricia and freshman like me were getting ready for finals.  She walked out of her bedroom, wearing the shirt I gave her the first day we met.

“I thought I told you I wanted that back,” I reminded her.

Teasingly, deliberately she took it off, first one button at a time.  With a slight shrug of her shoulders, the shirt fell to the kitchen floor.  She strolled that stripped nude sweet body straight past me to the coffee maker and filled her mug then turned back to me.  “Who were you on the phone with?” she asked me.

“Oh, just my brother Dewey.”

“So is your last name Cox?” she asked.

“No,” I laughed.  “It’s Moresby, Danny Moresby, DJ to my family and anyone who knows me well enough,” sticking out my hand to shake hers.
 
“Patricia Xavier-Haynes,”  she answered and shook my hand. 
 
“Xavier, like our college?”

“Yep exactly.”

“Is that a thing?” I asked.

“I think we should ditch college today, go out and have some fun,” she answered changing the subject.  “It’s time we had our first date, don’t you think?”

“So play hookey?”

“Only if that’s like nookie!” my sweet brunette replied.

“I haven’t done half the research on my final term paper.  It’s half of the grade,” I sort of complained.
  
“The library’s going to be packed, we’ll do it together tomorrow.”

“The library’s closed tomorrow.”

“Not if you know the right people,” she smiled.

“So what do we do instead?”

“How about a little brunch then maybe a walk in the park?” The prospect of an actual date had her glowing, excited. 

“You’ve been thinking about this for a while?”  I asked.

“No, but now that we’ve met, and you’ve seen me naked,” Tricia answered smiling, “Well, I’m asking you out!”

From the front room her cell phone blurped, she sauntered nakedly off to get it.  The term paper could wait, a date with my new nude roomie was now on my critical path.  

“I’m going to get in the shower then,” I called to her.

 

 

 

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