Mistress Rain

College-The Seeds Begin To Grow

Chapter Five College-The Seeds Begin To Grow

After high school, I attended Ohio University in Athens, Ohio. My fascination with not only my own mind and thought processes but others turned me toward studying psychology. I would often ask myself, “Why do people do what they do?” To make sure I had all my bases covered I decided to complete a dual major in Psychology and Sociology. Taking on both of those majors was quite a task. Twenty hours a semester left me with very little if any time to socialize or make friends. Most of my days were spent at the library studying and writing term papers.

Then I met Peter. He worked in the schools media center located in the campus library. It was the department that dispersed audio visual equipment to different buildings on campus. During the day I would see him driving the department’s old white Chevy van as he made the rounds going to different buildings and classrooms.

At first, I thought he was an older gentleman because of his dark features and full beard. None of the male students on campus had facial hair. Most of them looked like they had just rolled out of the crib but Peter had an air of sophistication and maturity that I found extremely attractive. He carried himself with confidence and dressed neatly. Casual khaki dress pants, polo shirts and deck shoes were his traditional attire. Believe it or not, at first, I found him to be slightly intimidating but that changed after I met him.

Every night I would go into the stacks on the six-floor of the library to study. I always sat at the same desk by a window that overlooked the main campus. One night, Peter walked past carrying a blue nylon back pack slung over his shoulder. He sat at the desk behind mine and flung his pack onto the floor and unzipped it.

“Is he a student?” I asked myself.

I got up and casually walked towards his desk. He was already totally immersed in his studies. The title printed on the cover of an unopened text book sitting on the desk read, “Modern Telecommunications”.

I tapped him on the shoulder and said, “Excuse me. Aren’t you the guy I see delivering audio visual equipment around campus?”

Startled, he looked up at me. He had beautiful, warm inviting green eyes and clear soft white skin. His rich deep voice was smooth as silk as he replied, “Hi. Um. Yes. I am that Audio-Visual guy from the media center. Some call me the “A.V. Dude.”

I replied, “I thought that I recognized you. I see you all over the place. Did you graduate from O.U. or are you a townie?”

He laughed and said, “It’s funny that you ask. A lot of people think I am a townie or that I am older because of the beard. Actually, I graduated from O.U. with my B.S. in Communications. Right now, I am a grad student working on getting my masters in Communications. How about you?”

Nervously I replied, “Sociology and Psychology.”

“That’s cool. Are you an undergrad?”

“Yes, my freshman year.”

“Great. Welcome to Ohio University. How do you like it?”

I began to feel nervous like a star struck school girl and for some reason started to giggle as I said, “I love it. It’s a beautiful campus. I have been so busy with school I haven’t met too many people yet and I thought I would just say hi.

He smiled and said, “That’s no problem. My name is Peter. What is your name?”

I smiled and said, “Barbara.”

Peter reached out to shake my hand and I accepted his offer. As he grasped my hand I gave his hand a strong, firm squeeze and a shake. Even back then my hand shakes were not the stereo typical female, limp wristed hand shake that women of my era were taught. As our eyes met he exclaimed, “Nice handshake! I like that. A girl with a strong handshake. Very nice.”

I felt a curious warm glow build in the pit of my stomach as I said, “Thank you. Believe it or not, most guys are intimidated by my handshakes. I guess they are expecting me to give them the old-fashioned limp wristed female handshake and curtsy or something.”

Peter threw his head back and laughed out loud. His beautiful green eyes sparkled as he replied, “No. Please don’t curtsy to me. I like a woman with confidence. A firm handshake shows that you have confidence. That’s very attractive.”

His response was a pleasant surprise but I was a little taken aback at first because I had never gotten anything but negative feedback from the male of the species after shaking their hand. One guy in high school accused me of being a bull dyke because I had a firm hand shake. Peter looked a bit uncomfortable and said, “I am Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so forward.”

“No. Not at all. I have never had a boy, I mean a man, give me a compliment regarding my handshake. Believe it or not, It’s usually a very awkward moment for them.”

“That’s good. I tend to come on a little strong at first. It makes a lot of girls shy away from me.”

“I get it but I am not your ordinary girl. Don’t worry. I am not a fragile flower.”

“Great. Hey It’s been great talking to you but I have to get back to studying. Hope you have a good semester.”

There was something special him. We seemed to make a connection but on what level I wasn’t sure. I couldn’t just let him walk away so impulsively I said, “We should get together at The Oasis for a cup of coffee tonight when you’re done studying.”

“Finally. Someone who is bold enough to ask me out first. Very nice.”

Jokingly I replied, “Well, what’s it going to be, a night of studying telecommunications or a night of conversation over coffee?”

“A night of conversation over coffee sounds great. What’s the best time for you?”

“How about six.”

“Perfect. I am looking forward to it.”

“Me too. See you then.”

We exchanged telephone numbers and I said good night. He continued studying and I gathered my books and returned to my dorm room.

That evening Peter and I talked for hours about everything from relationships and religion to politics and international conflicts. He was unlike anyone I had ever met. We actually just talked and drank coffee. I paid special attention to his beautiful green eyes. Other men that I had met always seemed to awkwardly steer the conversation towards intimacy or s*x through the use of some ridiculous joke heavily laced with s****l innuendo but Peter didn’t. During our conversation his gaze never looked any lower than my chin. Most guys seemed to be talking to my breasts when we chatted but Peter always maintained eye contact. On the surface, he seemed genuinely interested in me as a person.

As the evening came to a close he asked if he could take me to the movies that weekend. I happily accepted his offer.

That Saturday, we went to dinner at a small Mexican restaurant off campus and then to a movie. It was a very nice evening but as he walked me back to my dorm he was extremely quiet which made me feel awkward. So, I asked, “Are you ok? You’re really quiet.”

“Sorry about. I am fine. I know we just met but I am really enjoying your company it scares me that we get along so well. It’s only our first date and it feels like we have known each other forever.”

Several people who I dated came on really strong after the first or second date but had never heard a man say he was “scared” of anything at any time. Especially when it came to talking about emotions. So, I was somewhat shocked as I said, “You’re scared? Scared of what exactly?”

“Of getting hurt. I always come on too strong emotionally and whoever I happen to be dating goes screaming off into the night as they run away from me.”

I laughed, “Screaming off into the night? That’s funny. Well, I am not going anywhere. There’s something special about you and I would like to see you again.”

“That’s awesome. I am so relieved. You can just tell me to shut the hell up if I overflow with emotions. I have a tendency to gush.”

Jokingly I replied, “Shut the hell up then.”

That very instant Peter’s entire demeanor changed. As we walked he cast his gaze downward toward the sidewalk. He looked solemn but peaceful. I asked, “Are you ok? I was only kidding. You don’t have to be quiet.”

He smiled and looked up at me and said, “It’s ok. I told you that I like a woman with confidence. I like a strong woman too and you exude confidence and appear very strong.”

I thought for a moment then replied, “I do have a lot of confidence and consider myself to be very strong. These are very intangible qualities to like in a woman. Aren’t you a “boob man or a butt man” like all the other men I have met?”

Peter laughed as he said, “Well, I am not going to lie. You have a beautiful backside and a more than abundant bosom but I am more attracted to a woman’s attitude and how she carries herself than I am to physical characteristics.”

“So, you have been checking me out? It’s nice that you have been subtle about it.”

Before he could answer we had arrived at the steps to dorm. Peter said, “Well, we are back. I really had a great night.”

“I did too. Thanks for the movie and dinner. I don’t want to leave you guessing so, how about we go out next Friday?”

Peter looked surprised as he responded, “Very nice. I have never had someone be forward enough to ask me out. I like that.”

“It’s a date then?”

“Definitely.”

Peter looked bashful and somewhat uneasy as he asked, “May I kiss you, goodnight?”

“Yes. I would like that.”

Peter closed his eyes and I closed mine as we leaned towards each other to kiss. I slowly slid my arms underneath his as our lips met and pulled him close. We wrapped our arms around each other as we kissed deeply. Our tongues were dancing, licking and teasing. I felt a warm glow growing between my legs as he sucked on my tongue. He kissed my ear and pushed himself against my upper thigh. This released my wicked inner tease that made me turn my head to the side and say softly, “Peter. Peter, I have to go. I’ve had a wonderful evening. Give me a call tomorrow.”

Other men would have begged and tried to manipulate me into letting them come up to my room but Peter didn’t. He seemed to be in a trance as he slowly stepped back and opened his eyes. He said agreeably, “I understand. I would be happy to call you tomorrow. What’s the best time to reach you?”

“Three. Three P.M. I will be done with studying by then.”

“Three-o-clock it is.”

We hugged and said good night. I went to my room and he walked back to his apartment. I was truly surprised that he did not, like other men, force himself on me. It was refreshing but I wasn’t sure how to react to it.

He and I dated for the next six months. It was more or less a whirlwind romance that burned out very quickly. Our relationship helped me grow as a woman but also as a tease and as a dominant woman. Especially after I found out about his strong leather fetish. Unfortunately, his fetish for leather would eventually lead to our demise as a couple.