Nolan was walking down the long corridor at the university and feeling totally out of place. He hadn't felt this out of place since his combat tour where he tried to fit in by acting like a bad-ass solider, but his heart wasn't in it. Earlier that morning he had put on a suit and tie but then switched to slacks and a button-down shirt. He still felt overdressed because most students were wearing sweatshirts, jeans with rips in them, sleep pants and flip flops. He was carrying a brief case while everyone else had book bags and backpacks.

When he got to the administration building, he started looking at the list of classes that was posted on large bulletin boards. He couldn't believe how many of the classes were already full not knowing that many students camped out overnight with sleeping bags and blankets holding a place in line until the registration windows opened. He wrote down four classes, stood in line for twenty minutes just to find out they were all full. The posted lists were from yesterday. He went back to the lists and started writing down more even ones he didn't have any interest in.

He turned going back in line when she caught his attention. She had dark hair, and eyes, with a perfect tan. Even with the glasses she was very pretty and was the kind of woman he liked that didn't try and draw attention to it. Like some of the other students, she was wearing a pull over school jersey, sleep pants, and flip flops. His eyes followed her as she walked to get in line watching a pair of wonderful cheeks work in the pants, moving up and down, going up high and falling down. He wanted to get right behind her but wasn't quick enough and two students were between them. Tired of hanging on to the brief case, he put it on the floor and moved it with his foot as the line moved up. He was also trying to think of something to say thought about giving up his position in line when she got done, following her but didn't want to be a stalker.

When she got done at the window and walked by he said, "Did you get the classes you wanted?"

She stopped and looked him over. "Yes, most people don't want the classes I'm taking."

"Looks like I should have gotten here earlier."

"The degree classes fill up fast, well good luck."

His watched her again wanting to pull down those sleep pants and suck on those cheeks, spread them, tongue the hole, enjoy that sleek body. He thought of Miranda. They had an office affair. She was married with two children, and her husband paid no attention to her. They would have sex in the back of her van, and he could never fuck her hard enough or long enough. Her shopping trips kept getting longer and would come to his apartment, and then he could really abuse her, whip the pussy and ass. Her husband never saw her naked anymore so he could leave some good marks on her. The breasts looked so sweet all marked up. He would put one vibrator in the ass, one in the pussy and then fuck her mouth until she swallowed his cum.