Lydia shook hands with Matt’s brother, scanning his face for the family stamp. He certainly resembled Matt, but what looked puckish on him was devastating on Ryan. His eyes shaded from a hazel ring at the outside of the iris to a speculative turquoise green. After shaking hands and saying “how d’ye do?” Ryan and Matt continued their conversation.

She ordered another drink, and bounced her focus around the room. The man with the red mustache was bopping away at the jukebox again, popping his fingers with his eyes shut, completely absorbed in his universe. Some earthy women in Birkenstocks, drab t-shirts, and peasant skirts in between chatted like sparrows, occasionally bursting into caws of laughter. They strong-armed their pints with practiced enthusiasm.

She returned her attention to the brothers at the bar. While Matt had grown in the years since she’d seen him, he was still the same kid she’d known. She had to practically sit on her hands to keep from riffling his hair, and she was sure he’d thank her for the restraint.

His brother was another story altogether. Every time he turned those unbelievable eyes on her, she was reduced to internal gibbering idiocy. This was one reason she was keeping her mouth shut at the moment; she knew that if she spoke now she’d sound like eight kinds of a moron. Thus, she stayed quiet and let them finish their conversation, keeping her mildly lecherous thoughts to herself.

A few minutes later the band started up again, and the second set was as good as the first. Ryan leaned over, and shouted in her ear, “Wanna dance?”

“Yeah,” Lydia replied, and they moved onto the dance floor.

Ryan could move, Lydia realized a few minutes later, and wondered how well this translated into sex. She was warm, but not just from the exertion of dancing; she already knew she’d take him home to the dorm if he were up for it. When he pulled her in to dance a little closer, and she felt his breath on her neck, she smiled over his shoulder to herself. This was the fun part, she thought. The anticipation, the building of the heat. She looked him in the face, and realized that she was only a couple inches shorter than him. Her eyes found his, and she realized that he was grinning at her like he’d just had creamed canary. Lydia had to laugh. She leaned in even closer, plumping her chest against his, and asked, “So are you catching a ride with me tonight?”

“Yep,” said Ryan, as pert as he pleased.

“Well, then,” said Lydia, and kissed him full on the mouth in front of God and everybody. This went on for a while.

When they came up, Matt was staring at them with his mouth ajar. Lydia smiled at him and shrugged, and Matt closed his mouth with a snap. She returned her attention to Ryan, who was only too happy to dance with her until the set ended and then escorted her to her car. As they left, Lydia waved to the boys in the band. Jeff nodded, and asked if she was going to be there next week.

“Sure,” said Lydia, and turned to Matt. “It was great running into you again, Matt. Thanks for introducing me to your brother.”

“Yeah, no kidding, “ said Matt. “I guess I’ll be seeing you around more often then?”

“I think it’s safe to say,” said Lydia, and got into her car in the company of Ryan of the fascinating eyes.

On the way back, Lydia and Ryan exchanged basic biographical information, and were just starting to move on to music when they reached the dorm. As they were getting out and heading across the parking lot, Ryan explained that Compass Rose was the crux of a whole social scene. He’d known then for years. Lydia realized that she’d probably put her foot in it by being so blatant her first night on the scene, but she mentally shrugged and said fuck it. Life’s too damn short to care. Besides, what the hell was twenty for, then?

She brought him upstairs to her divinely private dorm room, and again rejoiced in her lack of roommate to fuss with. She broke out her bong, and they did some desultory hits as an icebreaker. Lydia fidgeted a bit with the pipe- now that she’d got him up here, a pre-sex awkwardness had descended upon her and she really wanted him to take the initiative. After a minute or so, he removed the bong from her hand, placed it carefully out of the way in a corner, and kissed her firmly, introducing his tongue to hers with little preamble. This went on for what seemed to Lydia like whole minutes, and then she felt fingers on her t-shirt hem. Breaking the kiss momentarily, she whipped her shirt off and started unbuttoning his in her bra and jeans. Once he was shirtless, he cupped her breasts, and planted his face in her cleavage. She threaded her fingers into his hair, and allowed herself to fall back onto her iron-frame bed, taking him with her. The worn springs had seen this a thousand times before over the years, and only let out an obligatory squeak as they compressed.
He brought his face up for a minute to see her staring at him with the same goody goody me expression he’d worn in the bar earlier.

“Hi,” she said. “I’m Lydia.” “Hi Lydia, “ he said, “I’m Ryan.”

They grinned at each other then, and Ryan started licking down to her navel, where he discovered the impediment of her jeans.
“Watch this, “ he said, and started biting at the fly of her jeans. Lydia propped herself up on her elbows and watched as Ryan, using his mouth, undid them. He grabbed the corner of the placket, and tugged on it until the button gave way with a soft pop! of fabric. The next noise was the small ratcheting of the zipper teeth parting. Lydia observed how delicately he held the pull-tab of the zipper between his teeth.

“Impressed?” asked Ryan.

“Nah,” Lydia said. Ryan’s eyebrows rose in mild surprise. “I am still dressed, I think.” She waved a regal hand. “Carry on…”
Ryan picked up the gauntlet, and tugged Lydia’s jeans down her hips, one side at a time. His hands were clasped behind his back, and he repositioned himself often, moving about the thin mattress on his knees. The only aid Lydia gave was to lift her hips enough for him to work the waistband below her ass. Once that was accomplished, Ryan jumped off the bed altogether and drew her pants off from the ankle, all the while using only his mouth.

“That’s pretty good, I’ll admit, “ said Lydia from the bed. “But I do believe I still have my undies on.”

Ryan’s mouth dropped open in feigned shock, and Lydia continued sweetly, “You know, they do say that good work well done is its own reward.” She snapped the waistband of her panties at him and said coaxing, “Come on, almost done…” Ryan got back onto the bed, and swung around so that he was facing away from Lydia on all fours. With his head down by her feet, he started backing up towards the offending underwear. These were much easier to negotiate than the jeans, since all he had to do was grab the material in his mouth and pull away with one motion, aided again by Lydia’s ass in the air.

While all of this had been going on, Lydia had been aware of the bulge in Ryan’s pants. Once he’d divested her of her panties, she reached up and started to undo his fly, which was only about six inches above her nose anyway.

“What, no teeth?” Ryan asked, ducking his head to look up her body.

“Not yet,” replied Lydia. They grinned at each other again, and he helped her remove his Levi’s.

At this point they became less playful and more focused on the business at hand. While Lydia rubbed the head of his dick against her palate, Ryan was busy exploring the folds of her pussy. He was getting it as wet as she was. The only sounds in the room were of their sex and the occasional directional comment.
Eventually Ryan found the spot he was looking for, and Lydia let him know it.

“Okay, “ she said. “Get a finger in there and whatever you do, don’t stop.” Ryan did as he was instructed, fascinated by the way her vagina clamped down on his finger. It was like receiving Morse signals. As he continued licking and sucking, he felt pulses via the pressure on his finger. They grew faster and faster, until they melded into one prolonged squeeze. Lydia arced her hips up into Ryan’s face.

Eventually she released his finger and let him pull his face out of her lap. Wiping his cheek on her thigh, he turned around and sat in front of her, showing her that he had some signals of his own to send.

Lydia came forward and lay on her stomach, looking up at Ryan with a smile. Propping herself on her elbows, she took him in her mouth in one motion, all the way down to the base of his dick. She felt the head of it poking at her tonsils, and quickly relaxed so that she wouldn’t choke. With a pulling motion from her throat, and undulations of her tongue, she settled in to reciprocate.
Lying supine on the bed with her head in his lap, she picked her feet up and crossed her ankles, waving them a bit in rhythm to her motions. Ryan put a hand on her head, tangling his fingers in her hair.

Reaching up, she smacked his hand away; it was a distraction. Dropping her feet back down, she hunkered up on her knees and reached for his balls, which she cradled while her mouth and tongue worked the shaft of his penis. She felt the inner thigh muscles start to tremble and tense, and sped up the motions of her head while maintaining the slight pressure on his sack. The trembling became more pronounced, and again she felt a hand in her hair. This time, however, she forbore its presence, since she knew he was close to finishing. As he became more and more intent, he started to rock his body with her motions. She moved his balls further into the palm of her hand, and extended her middle finger behind them, pressing on the skin between scrotum and anus. Here she could feel the root of his sex.

As he came, she maintained her motions and pressures. From the sounds above her, he was on the edge of his orgasm. What she didn’t expect as the hand in her hair tightening into a great fistful that he held onto hard as he came.

The hot wet in the back of her throat was one thing, but the tingling of her scalp was a novelty indeed. She’d never had her hair pulled during sex before, and the surprise of the pain quickly gave way to intrigue and pleasure. She’d made him come strongly, but the hair thing was a gift in return.

Wow, she thought, as they lay back to catch a breath.

“Wow,” he said. “That was awesome.”

“Yes, it was,” she agreed. She lit two cigarettes simultaneously, and passed one over.