It was the late afternoon on an October Sunday. Bill was naked- lying on his rumpled bed. It would be his turn to shower away the remnants of his 'afternoon delight' in a few minutes. They hadn't had full sex yet; he was making his virgin girlfriend, Sally, wait another week. Bill smiled as he lay in bed and thought about her. He could hear the water running in the shower and could visualize her naked as the water ran over her sensuous body. His cock stiffened from the image but his mind quickly flashed back to late August when he'd first met her.
He was a 24 year old grad student and she a 21 year old college senior at the same large University. As a frequent visitor to the University library all summer he knew the fall term would bring a large contingent of new part time staff. It would facilitate his research if he got friendly with one or more of the newbies so he needed to make an effort to check them out.
On the first day of the term he'd noticed Sally as one of the numerous new young assistant librarians. In fact, he'd done more than notice her. He'd done a double take and mentally chuckled to himself that she looked like a 'spinster in training.'
Her skirt had been long and loose-ending just above the ankle. Above the waist she wore a shapeless sweater over a white blouse. As she moved about Bill did his best to assess her upper body. While the sweater was baggy it would hug her body a bit as she reached for the higher shelves. Bill concluded that she was reasonably fit but had the chest of a boy. Since he was a tit man this revelation was disappointing but didn't really matter as he couldn't imagine she held any potential as a girlfriend. She wore no make-up and her face was dominated by black framed eyeglasses. Her brunette hair was worn in a bun at the back of her head. All in all she personified the image of plain. She was the classic librarian- quiet, efficient and up tight as she diligently pushed a cart full of books around and re-shelved them in their coded spaces. Looks aside, she might be helpful with his research requests since she seemed to take her job so seriously. On the other hand, any fantasy he'd had of combining work and romance wasn't going to work with her. He'd keep looking for another librarian.
In the library about a week later Bill needed some help from the research desk. He found the next available assistant to be the new young woman he'd silently dissected and discarded from a distance. He felt guilty about his mental cruelty but as he stood just a few feet away his earlier assessment still seemed essentially accurate. Her name tag identified her as "Sally M". Up close, if one could ignore her ugly glasses, it was possible to see that her face was attractive but her overall appearance remained staid and non-sexual. He asked for her assistance and over the next few minutes found that she was a senior with her major in his field of study, history. Even though her interest was ancient history and his was centuries later he found she was quite facile in discussing potential research sources. She was easy to talk to and turned out to be very helpful in his research within the first thirty minutes- saving him half a day.
A few hours later as Bill left the library Sally was leaving at the same time. He held the door for her and they descended the stairs next to each other- both turning toward the right at the foot of the stairs and walking in the same direction. Bill felt he should say something before the woman thought he was stalking her. "Thanks for your help earlier. I'm headed to the café for coffee. Would you like to join me?"
Sally accepted his invitation saying that was also her destination. He introduced himself again and they made small talk as they walked the few hundred feet to the coffee shop. Their time together as they drank their coffee went quickly as they spoke of her courses and his two research projects.
On Bill's next visit to the library Sally assisted him with his research again and they agreed to meet and go for lunch later. As they walked and sat across from each other Bill studied Sally's face, body and movements. Her glasses were so prominent that he wondered why a young girl would have selected them. Contact lenses would change her face completely. Even if she couldn't wear contacts some frameless or light colored frames would give her face a much more attractive look. He imagined signing her up for a make-over and how she might look at the 'reveal'.
Visualizing her with no glasses, flowing hair and bold make up Bill felt like a pervert but he couldn't help but visualize her naked. Her flat chest was a negative but otherwise his mind imagined a fit and potentially sexy woman. His mind even flew off in an amusing fantasy- when he was wealthy he could buy her big breast implants and they'd live happily ever after. He knew this was sexist and crude but he still found it amusing. If she could read his mind she'd undoubtedly slap him and storm off. In fact, given her sexless appearance she'd probably call the campus police and report that he assaulted her.
Bill's fantasy ended and he dealt with reality. Sally was a very intelligent, pleasant young woman. He could enjoy a woman's friendship without sex- especially if she was of great value in his library work.
Each of them enjoyed their time together and as they parted agreed they'd like to have lunch again. No specifics were set since they knew they'd be seeing each other at the library. During the following week they seemed to bump into each other on campus and at the library almostgs but their schedules never synced up for lunch. every day. They shared coffee on two morninings.
The next week was a carbon copy of the first with lots of brief meetings- all of them pleasant. After several such chance encounters Bill asked Sally out to a casual supper on the upcoming Friday. He knew she worked at the library until 6 PM and offered to pick her up there.
In accepting his invitation Sally inquired where they'd be going. Bill was surprised at the question but said he thought they'd go to a small bistro he liked in the city about twenty minutes away. Sally said that sounded great and felt she needed to add, "I'm sorry about asking; it's just that I dress a little differently on campus and nearby. I'll explain on Friday." She asked that he give her 45 minutes to go home to change after work and then gave him her address so he could pick her up there. She explained that she rented an apartment in a female-only dorm style apartment house. Men weren't allowed past the lobby so he should simply wait in his car and she'd come out to him. He described his car and they were all set.
On Friday Bill arrived at her address and idled at the curb. Within a few minutes Sally was sliding into the passenger seat. Bill's eyes immediately noticed that Sally was wearing a skirt that ended above her knee. It wasn't short but it was noticeably different from those he'd seen her wear at the library. Her calves looked nice and he noted she was wearing sexy three inch heels- not the shoes he would have expected.
As Bill raised his face to greet her he was dumbstruck by Sally's chest. She was wearing a tailored shirt which revealed a distinct bust she'd never shown before. He instantly concluded that she must be wearing a heavily padded bra. He didn't know whether to be pleased by her effort to dress up for him or saddened by her feeling that she needed to pad her chest. As their eyes met an instant later Bill realized that Sally wasn't wearing glasses and had her hair down. Her face and hair were beautiful but he stumbled at complimenting her- afraid it would sound like a criticism of her normal look.
Sally sensed Bill was uncomfortable and salvaged the moment by lightly saying, "I guess I look a quite different than usual. I can explain that."
"Wow," was Bill's stupid sounding but sincere response. "You look great."
Sally said, "Thanks. There's a simple explanation. Well, simple is probably not the right word. Psychologically, there's a complex- probably weird explanation but I like to describe it as simple."
Bill kept his eyes on her- trying to stay focused on her face and not drop his eyes to her chest. She continued, "In high school when I developed a woman's body there were several boys who harassed me- nothing physical- just crude teasing that I couldn't handle.
