If I’d been a couple months later she’d would’ve been a novitiate. I never would have had a chance then.I happened upon her one day by the dumbe...t of dumb luck. Good luck? Bad luck? No the greatest of good luck! Thinking back; what a marvelous lucky coincidence. No, a true act of God. I got a phone number. I don’t even remember who gave it to me. I was twenty-one and still in college. I made the call. We talked; we telephoned back and forth. She sounded really nice, sweet, innocent, not my. It had an almost army like feel to it, but at the same time very different. To the right was a door to the bathroom which was closed, and to the left a desk with neatly organized books and pencils. As I was looking around the room the bathroom door opened and Alisa walked out, she was naked except for the bathrobe which was very thin and very short. She swung her rope in a very sensual way, making me grow slowly. She then moved over to the bed and sat down still looking at me and twitched her. Dimly she became aware that they were a little solid for raindrops and that she was in the midst of a sudden and violent hailstorm! "At least my nipples are slightly protected - for the time being at any rate!" she thought as her entire body was turned an ever brighter pink by the combination of the cold air and the sharply stinging impart of the hail. She glanced down at her fine athletic body and saw the white stones bouncing off her finely toned stomach and well-formed thighs as she. "Dave, I've seen the way you've been looking at me these past few years.I know you want me," she said breathlessly, a strangely familiar look onher face."What are you saying, Caity? Are you alrig-" I said, but I stopped midsentence as I took in her appearance.I was stunned as I realised she was completely naked, and her pussyjuices were running down her legs - looking very similar to the way I'dseen her just the previous night."I want you, Dave. Take my virginity," she said.I was a little.