Cursing himself for running late Tim jogged quickly across campus and into one of the older brick buildings.  He hated being late, and wished now that he had begged off on those last two sets of bench presses at the gym.  His lifting partner had been late which of course made their lifting time run late and now he was paying for it.  He had showered quickly, threw one a pair of running shorts and t shirt and started jogging for the building on the far side of campus.  The run was not hard and the campus was nice this time of year as it shook off the winter’s cold and welcomed the warmth and new life of spring.<br/><br/>Finding the building he quickly ducked inside and made his way through the labyrinthine hall ways and stair wells to get to the classroom where the club was scheduled to meet.  He checked his watch, and seeing that he actually had about 2 minutes before the scheduled time he slowed his pace to a brisk walk so that he would not appear winded when he arrived.<br/><br/>Quietly opening the classroom door he peered inside to see two people at the front of the class, which he guessed were possibly the teachers, although both looked to be on the young side for college profs.  The man sat down behind a desk and kicked his feet up.  In the seats scattered around the room he saw two additional people, both were pretty, both girls.<br/><br/>The first one his eyes settled on as he stepped into the doorway looked very familiar.  Her brown hair framed her bookish face, complete with dark glasses and pouty lips.  Tim felt strongly that he knew her from someplace, but could not place her exactly.  Maybe he had seen her in the dining hall, or around the science buildings or something.  All he knew for sure was that she had a certain cuteness about her that he knew he would not have easily missed.  Come to think of it she sort of reminded him of a couple girls he had hooked up with over Christmas break that were from Harvard.<br/><br/>He thought as a small wry smile graced his lips,<em>Those girls were smart as hell, but could fuck you silly if you let’em...</em>which he did.<br/><br/>The other girl sat with her feet up and appeared to be blowing kisses to the cute, bookish girl.<em>Hmm</em>, he thought,<em>I think I am gonna like this club already.  </em><br/><br/>She was taller and maybe less athletic than the other girl there, but had a definite bad-ass aura about her.  Watching from the doorway he saw her make a lewd gesture with her pen, which gave him a slight stirring in his shorts, and then saw her get up and move over right next to “Harvard”, speaking is raspy but hushed tones she said something that he could not quite hear.  As she moved her jeans hugged her hips and backside perfectly, ending over top of a pair of black biker-looking boots… and she looked like she belonged straddling the saddle of a Harley with her hair whipping out behind her, not a classroom chair.<br/><br/><em>Oh, yeah… bad-ass and wicked hot</em>Tim started thinking.<em>Shit… I’d like to give her a test ride.</em><br/><br/>Not wanting to get caught standing in the door way, thus not appearing as creepy and lecherous, as he actually was acting like right now, he opened the door and stepped through, quickly scanning the other seats to see if had missed anyone.  Nope, no one else was here yet, which was OK with him.  If things did not get any busier he definitely liked his odds with being the only guy with these hot girls.  And yes, they were both hot… smokin’ in fact.  Now that he was in the door and could see them both clearly he recognized that they had very different looks about them, but Hell… he would be happy to get close to either one (<em>or both if he was wicked lucky</em>, he thought) of them.<br/><br/>Hearing the prof’s words about signing in jerked him back to the realization that he was in a classroom on campus, not the local tap room.  He quickly turned and walked over to the man, taking up the pen offered and singed in on the attendance sheet.  "Afternoon, sir." he said quietly.  Then laying the pen down on the desk, he turned back to the girls at their seats.<br/><br/>He strode purposefully to a seat directly on the other side of “Harvard”, and pulled up the chair.  He had hoped to catch what “Harley” had been saying, but had missed it.  Nodding his head toward the two he started speaking quickly in his Massachusetts accent, “Ladies…  How ah ya?  Sorry if I missed anything.  I’m Tim, Tim McNeil.  Pleased to make yer acquaintance.  This seat taken?”   Without waiting for an answer he dropped his workout bag next to the chair, slipped into the seat and settled in.<br/>