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Archive name: luck1.txt (mf, college, 1st)
Authors name: Motionman
Story title : Sheer Luck
Part 1 of 2

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Sheer Luck (M/F, 1st)
By Motionman
Moti...@hotmail.com

As Jason trudged across the Arts & Sciences quad at
the State University, he mentally kicked himself for
getting himself involved with a Saturday morning lab.
Here it was, five minutes to nine in the morning on a
perfectly lousy, drizzly day, he was hung over from
too much beer and a couple of joints, and had this
goddamn Geology lab. Jason wasn't heavy into the sex-
drugs-rock 'n roll college scene of the '60s, but he
didn't avoid a good party when the opportunity
presented itself. And last night was a good party!
His throbbing head reminded him of that fact.

Slowly he climbed the steps to Haller Hall that housed
the Geology Department, pushed on the ornate door
handle, and slipped inside. The huge wooded door
creaked on its hinges as it closed behind him. Inside
the building, he was greeted with the musty odor of a
century-and-a-half of aging in the three-story
Victorian structure. Slowly he made his way up the
three flights of wrought iron stairs. Each of his
steps made a distinctive deep ringing clunk in the open
stairwell; somewhat like a muffled bell.

Normally, he liked this building and the two others
that were the original structures when the state
university was created in the mid-19th century. Today
however, Jason was in a gray funk. 'Why did I drag my
sorry ass outta bed,' he grumbled to himself. 'If it
wasn't for that damned Rita Jensen, and the promise I
made to the T.A. to help her...'

Harry, the Teaching Assistant for Geology 101, looked
up at Jason as he entered the room.

"Hey Jase! Party a mite too much last night, man?"

"Might say that," came the reply. "Might say..."

Jason nodded to friends as he passed down the aisle to
the cubicle he shared with Rita, who to his surprise,
was there. Jason was always a bit miffed at her for
showing up five or ten minutes after the lab started,
and they'd have to thrash to get what needed to be
done.

But there she was, with the sweater-jacket that she
frequently wore on these cooler spring mornings hung
over the back of the lab chair. This was strange, he
thought, because she seldom took it off in deference
to the drafty nature of the high-ceilings and the
somewhat ill-fitting tall arched-topped windows.

Rita was a sophomore liberal-arts student who wanted
to be an architect, and was taking Geology 101 to
fulfill her sciences requirements. Jason had become
her lab partner as a favor to Harry who inherited her
when she was not doing well in another lab, and
requested a transfer. Since Harry's lab had an opening
and Jason was without a partner, they were paired
together three weeks into the course.

She was not a Playboy or Penthouse model, but she was
attractive, and knew how to dress for effect. Jason
had gathered by some limited conversation with her and
from campus rumor that she was a "townie" and her
parents were well-to-do. But as for socializing between
them, there was none, not even some time spent prepping
for exams.

Jason walked to their corner cubicle, pulled out his
lab chair and slumped down, with a grumpy "Mornin'"
directed at Rita.

"Ummmpfff" was the reply.

Jason perched his sunglasses above his eyebrows and
surveyed the scene...he may have been hung over, but
there were distinct changes in Ms. Jensen's appearance.
First, she was wearing shades. Second her hair, which
normally looked like she'd spent hours preparing it
was plain and straight, and had been dyed a light
brown from the normal blonde. Third, there was minimal
makeup. And she was wearing jeans. In short, she was
not dressed in her normal preppy fashion, instead more
of the mainstream, no-frills "casual" look that seemed
to be popular.

Then he noticed "it"...or more properly - "them". As
Rita straightened slightly in her seat, her opened
sweater jac presented two very clearly defined breasts
encased in one of the new transparent bras covered by
a sheer white semi-transparent blouse. The effect of
her dark pink areolae was electrifying to Jason, and
even with his brain in a semi-stupor, the base male
instincts were certainly operating.

Fortunately, Rita's head still tilted downward toward
the lab book, and that gave Jason some time to quickly
drop his shades to avoid letting Rita see where his
attention was focused.

"What's the deal, Rita? New look and here ahead of me?
Turning a new leaf?"

"Huhhh? Oh yeah, new leaf? I guess so."

For Rita, she was indeed attempting to start a new
stage in her life.

She had been doing everything that her parents had
expected from her, and had been pinned to a high school
sweetheart she had since the beginning of her freshman
year. But her life took a change when she got a letter
from a girlfriend who was attending the same out-of-
state university as her boyfriend, Brett. It seems that
Brett had been seen in steady company of girl from a
sorority that was a rival of her friend's house. When
Rita confronted him on the phone the previous weekend,
Brett finally admitted his indiscretion.

On Monday morning, Brett's frat pin was in the mail.
Rita was embarking upon a new chapter in her life...
taking greater control of her destiny, and beginning
to determine what she wanted of herself. Her first act
as her new self was to take a hammer and pound the pin
flat on her father's shop bench before placing it the
envelope.

Her mother was beside herself trying to get her
daughter to "see the error of her ways" and to re-
consider her break-up with Brett, who was a favorite
of both of her parents.

The confrontation with her parents over the split with
Brett solidified Rita's resolve. She decided that this
"preppy" lifestyle really wasn't her style at all, and
that she just wanted to loosen the constraints that
had tied her to Brett and to her parent's expectations.
She wanted to be her own person, and that meant sim-
plifying things and being more like one of the crowd.

She started with her wardrobe and other outward
changes. During the course of the week, she and her
girl friends went shopping, and when finished, the
wardrobe was full of hip-hugger, flare bottom jeans
and other relaxed, casual look items, replete with
sandals and the platform shoes that were the vogue of
underclass coeds.

But one thing couldn't be affected by a wardrobe
change, and that was grades. She realized that if she
were to change herself, her study habits would have to
be a part of it. Starting on Monday, she began to hit
the library and focused on class attendance. She was
an underachiever, just cruising along, but Geology and
Biology were a true struggle for her, and if she were
to get a reasonably good grade in each, she'd need
some help.

Fortunately, early in the term in Geology, she unknow-
ingly caught a break. That break was Jason, her lab
partner. Jason simply loved the course, and could put
Geology into terms that she understood. She hoped that
he could get her straightened out, and finish with at
least a C for the term.

She was deep in thought, attempting to figure out how
to get what she wanted when Jason slid into his chair
across from her.

"Huhhh? Oh yeah, new leaf? I guess so.

"God, you look like death," she said, looking up. "Bad
night?"

"Depends on your perspective, I guess," came the reply.
"I had a good time, but paybacks are a bitch."

They got to work looking at the various samples of
rocks that were laid out on the table between them,
and Jason had all he could do to keep his eyes focused
on them and away from Rita's displayed charms. He also
kept squirming in his chair in an attempt to keep his
very stiff cock from becoming an embarrassment. It
had grown harder than some of the rocks they were
examining.

Rita did notice his discomfort, and for the first time
in her life she felt a thrill of knowing how she could
really use that power that women can exert over men.
Rita's nipples were also painfully hard and her tit
flesh was a bright pink throughout the course of the
two-hour lab.

Jason also noticed that for the first time, Rita seemed
to want to understand what was being discussed and that
seemed to ease the headache that was throbbing at his
temples. The rest of the two hours seemed to pass
relatively quickly, although Rita's exhibition was
causing Jason to have an ache in a region that aspirin
couldn't touch.

Fortunately, Jason's mind did get ahead of his crotch
and by the end of the lab, the tumescence had become
manageable. And, much to Jason's surprise, Rita asked
a couple of probing questions about the lab topic and
seemed in no hurry to leave. In fact, they were the
last students to leave the room.

The pair walked down the stairs together and into the
still cool, damp air of the noon hour.

"So Jase, what are ya doin' this afternoon?"

"Try and dump this hangover, and probably try to catch
a nap. Why?"

Rita stepped in front of him and turned to face him.
"Well...I was wonderin'...I really need some help in
getting ahead of the mess I have myself in with
Geology. I was wondering if you'd like to come out to
the cottage at the lake, and you could, maybe, ahhh...
like help me understand what I don't understand?

"I mean, like I don't wanna impose or anything...but I
really want to get a good grade in this, and not just
a pass."

"Well, I gotta go back to my apartment and get my books
if we're gonna do this. That is if ya don't mind riding
on my motorcycle. It's over in student parking."

"My car's over there too. Why don't I follow you back
to the apartment...then we'll drive out to the lake."

"Okay. But Wait for me outside."

"Why...? Ashamed of your pad?"

They started toward the parking lot, which fortunately
was the closest to Haller Hall.

"Well, it's a shitty mess. We kinda had an orgy last
night, and when I left, there were naked bods all over,
and the last time this happened no one woke up 'til
mid-afternoon."

"Oh... How come you got up for lab, then? Sure wasn't
because of me."

"Actually, I like the course, as you may have gathered.
But yes, you were a reason. I don't know if you were
aware of it, but I promised Harry I'd get you through
the course.

"Of course, I had no way of knowing that I'd be seeing
this kind of a display!"

As he said that, he dropped his head towards Rita's
chest that was partially covered by her jacket.

"And for the record Rita, what is with you? I mean, I
noticed you in lecture yesterday, and on Wednesday,
and it's like 'Mizz Preppy' has kinda gone back to the
basics. You're in the library, and actually studying,
you seemed to really want to understand what the lab
was about this morning. Then there are those two...

"What gives here?"

For the remainder of the walk to his cycle and her car,
she started to tell Jason what had happened. They
reached her car first and she said, "I'll tell ya the
rest on the way to the lake."

Jason led Rita to his apartment in University View,
the local euphemism for the "Collegetown" area of
apartment houses and retail shops that cater to the
student populations across the country...which is
often just a hair above depressed housing. He pulled
his 650cc BSA into the stone-covered lot behind the
house and quickly ran up the stairs to loft apartment
in the old Victorian house he shared with two roomies.

When he opened the door, he was greeted with the stale
stench of beer, cigarette and pot smoke and the smell
of day-after sex. And just as he had feared, there
were six naked bodies asleep on the floor and on the
couches, three of each gender.

He thought, 'Oh man. I'm sure glad Rita didn't see
this! What a fuckin' mess!' He quickly turned down the
hall to his room to pick up his Geology text and notes.

As he returned up the hall, he saw Rita standing in
the doorway, her mouth agape as she said, "Shit! You
weren't kidding!" Then she giggled, and she opened her
jacket and said, "It looks like even with this, I'm
over dressed!"

"Come on Rita...This is embarrassing! Let's go!"

Jason closed the door and they headed down the stairs
and out to her MG-B convertible.

"Nice set of wheels!"

"Well Daddy gave it to me. It's okay I guess," said
Rita. "I sure didn't have to earn it.

"Let's go to 'The Place' and get some burgers, fries
and shakes. My treat...after all I am blowing your
Saturday."

"Sounds good. But don't worry, I'll cover the food. I
work there, and we get freebies."

Reinforced with some food and fresh air, Jason dis-
covered that his headache was dimming. As Rita whipped
the little sports car around the twisting roads
leading to the lake, over the rasping note of the
four-cylinders' exhaust, she continued her story about
the break-up with Brett and her parents' dismay with
the decision.

"So why the change of lifestyle," asked Jason as Rita
pulled into a winding driveway leading to a large two-
story A-frame.

"To be honest, Jase, I got tired of it all. I got
tired of being Daddy's and Mommy's idea of what they
wanted. I was tired of Brett's control. I am tired of
living for others and not for me.

"I also did some self-examination. I realized that I
had to get myself together and get through college if
I wanted a chance to be what I want to be. My parents
cannot do that, I have to! I have to knuckle down."

She opened the door to the cottage, and Jason let his
eyes roam around the expanse of the natural pine
interior, with the open spaces, and the lake-facing
front with its large expanse of glass.

"This is neat," he told her. "Someday, I'd like one of
these for myself."

"This is my getaway place. The folks use it for enter-
taining and that's all any more. But some of my fondest
memories are here, and I come out here to get away from
it all. It's where I did my soul-searching last week-
end...just me, and my thoughts."

She took off her jacket, tossing it on a chair, and put
her books on a coffee table in the living room. Jason
did the same. She took him on a quick tour of the cot-
tage, her modest exposed, yet covered, bosom leading
the way.

As they came into the master bedroom, she asked, "How
are you feeling? You can lay down here and I can get
you some aspirin and a cold pack, if you'd like. Then
you'd be feeling better."

"If you don't mind, I think I'll take you up on that.
And yes, a cold pack and a couple aspirins would be
great," he replied. This time, he wouldn't take his
eyes off her chest and the twin beacons of her sex-
uality.

Rita nodded, and went down stairs to get an ice pack
and the aspirin. He took off his shoes and jeans, took
the comforter from the foot of the bed, and spread it
across the double bed, then lay down and closed his
eyes.

"Comfortable? Here's the aspirin and the ice pack."

After he downed the two tablets and water, he lay back
down. Rita leaned over him putting a towel and the ice
pack on his forehead. Again, her boobs were placed
directly into his line of vision.

"Thank you, nurse Nightingale!"

"You're welcome." He heard her walk out of the room.

Jason relaxed and began to slip into that nice warm
state that precedes sleep, when he felt the other side
of the comforter raise up and bed give slightly. He
was suddenly aware of a soft, warm body moving and
snuggling next to his.

She pushed herself up on an elbow and whispered,
"Hi...you looked so comfortable, I decided to join
you. Hope you don't mind."

"Not at all, but..."

"Shhhh." Kiss.

An arm snaked across his body and held him tight. The
body next to his was naked, and for the fourth or
fifth time that day, nature began to quickly take
control of his body. And the same was true for his bed
partner.

Another kiss. A kiss on the neck, and followed by
another on the ear. Jason suddenly realized he was
being seduced. It was the first time he'd ever had a
member of the opposite sex take charge of the
situation, and he found that in this case, he rather
liked it.

He relaxed and let Rita move forward. He asked quietly,
"Is this a part of moving on in life?"

"Guess so," came her reply. "I just feel so comfortable
with you, Jason Collingswood. Always have, even when I
knew I was a pain in the ass for you." Her lips brushed
his, and then she brought herself across his chest and
insinuated her tongue between his lips, then past his
teeth.

When she broke her lip lock on him, he removed the ice
pack, raised up, and asked, "Why me?"

"I told you...You are what I like. You're everything
that Brett wasn't or isn't.

"You are quiet, unassuming. You are strong, yet
assertive when it's required. You have the common
touch. Everyone likes you. I can see it whenever we
are in the Geology lectures. You are what a woman
should want in her partner.

"Besides that, don't you know that you are on the 'A'
list?"

"The 'A' List? Never heard of it?"

"It's a list of the sexiest guys on campus, and it
circulates among the various sororities. Believe me,
you are high on the list...Top 10."

Jason was stunned. "What?...How?...Why?" he sputtered.

"Shhh!"

Continued in part 2...

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