Hidden Desires:
Swan Song
There is something strangely alluring about a "brainy chick." You know the type, a girl who looks attractive if she would dress like less of a "geek" and more like the sensual woman she could be.
Picture in your mind if you will the character "Velma" from Scooby-Doo and we are talking about the live action film made in 2004 and not the old 1970s cartoon. Now put her character in a white lab coat that a computer geek or someone who was locked in a windowless room(i.e. lab) would wear and you will have a vision of what I am talking about. Either way you look at it, this woman could be very attractive and quite sensual if the was to dress less like a geek and more like the sensual woman she could be.
The main female character in this story, Ginny, is this type of woman. On the outside she is a "brainy," "nerdy," and "geeky" computer geek. When it comes to her work, she is brilliant. Ginny graduated at the top of her class from her school MIT(yes the famed Massachusetts Institute of Technology) and if you were to ask her any questions about how to fix a computer, she could tell you but she would leave you scratching your head wondering "huh?"
On her job, Ginny is very efficient and a hard worker. If you were to have a computer problem, she is the one you would want to see because she would fix it right away and not put you off like a bunch of the other I.T. people would.
Her personal life however is quite the opposite. When it comes to socializing, this is where she lacks the "social graces" to make and keep friends. Ginny is quiet, soft spoken, shy and sort of "mousey" when she interacts with people and does not come out of her "cave" as some people call it unless she really has to.
This story will be written from my point of view as the main male character of the story. Let me introduce myself. My name is Peter Johnson and I am the one who would bring Ginny out of her shell but it would take about six months for me to get her comfortable enough for her to just have coffee with me in the break room and another three months for her to agree to go out on a date with me.
Like I said earlier, Ginny could be attractive if she would have taken off the "nerd" glasses she wore and would wear more attractive and flattering clothes. I am not saying she had to dress like a "slut" or "whore" for me to like her, but get away from the turtle neck sweaters and over large clothes that hid her sweet womanly figure.
Even though Ginny was quiet and shy, I could tell that below the "mousey" and strictly business exterior was a smoldering cauldron of desire ready to be released. I envisioned a long dormant volcano of carnal lusts and desire just waiting for the right conditions to erupt, sending hot lava of untamed sensual passions rushing to the surface and then "watch out men" because you probably couldn't contain her. Even so, that was a risk I was willing to take.
Before I go any further, I need to tell you that I am the kind of guy that is turned on by "brainy chicks." I really dig them, don't know why, it's just something about them that fascinates me.
In my "quest" I will call it to Get Ginny to go out with me, it is done in an honest effort to develop a meaningful and loving relationship with her, further than the "working" one I already have with her in through everyday contact. I want to get to know her better and actually have a deeper relationship with her and not just some one night stand.
I felt kind of like the Professor Higgins in the movie "My Fair Lady" who tried to make a lady out of a common British "flower girl." My friends at work found out what I was doing because I went out of my way to talk to Ginny. "Man give it up," was what my best bud Ralph said. "She's out of you league." He meant in the way that she would never come out her shell, and not in the way that she was "too good for me." Either way, I refused to give up.
I began my "quest" in January. You could say I made it my "New Years Resolution" and my goal was to have her comfortable enough with me to accompany me to the company Christmas party."
It took about three months just to get Ginny comfortable enough to say hello to me. When I saw her in the hall I would speak and when she came up to our floor where I worked as Vice President of Finance and Accounting, I would engage her in small talk. I could tell she was nervous so I was gentle and like I said about three months but she would eventually speak to me, but not to too many others.
I could tell she liked me because when she was around me and didn't know I was observing, I noticed her looking at me with the look a young school girl would have on a popular boy she would have a crush on but thought she couldn't talk to.
Finally in June, she agreed to have coffee with me in the cafeteria and within a couple of weeks we would begin eating lunch together. When we ate lunch she would take off her lab jacket but she still had on clothes that hid her body.
Physically speaking, Ginny was almost my height maybe a couple of inches shorter(around 5'11" tall). I could tell she had a good figure average build. I figured she was around 135-140 pounds and she looked like she measured 38-26-37.
Ginny also looked like she had slender but well toned legs, the kind of legs like you would find on a dancer. When she finally came out her shell I would find out she would have D-cups, killer curves, hot sexy legs and in private would be an insatiable hot little minx and a naughty little whore.
Finally on a Thursday in September, I would make the breakthrough I was after. There was a new club that had been open for a while and I suggested we go to dinner and maybe dancing, somewhere where we could talk and get better acquainted.
At first she hemmed and hawed around than said "I don't think so not now," then suddenly she did an "about face" and said something which surprised me.
"You know I have been a frightened little rabbit much too long now and I think it's time I came out of my shell and began to live a little. What time do you want to pick me up at my place?"
"I had to do a "double take" to make sure I heard right and then I said "Well how does 7:30 sound to you?"
"Perfect," Ginny replied then she did something else that took me by surprise, but what a pleasant one it was, she leaned over and gently kissed me on the lips. It was more of a soft gentle "peck on the lips" but still a kiss, and coming from a girl most guys would never have on their radar.
Ginny wrote down her address her phone number and since she lived in a "gated community" she gave me the pass code to get in.
"Call me when you get to the gate hun and I will tell you how to get to my house," Ginny said smiling. "See ya tonight hun and I promise you won't be disappointed"
I arrived at the gate, put in the pass code then as entered, I called her on my cell phone.
"Hello," Ginny said.
"Hey Ginny, it's Peter I am just inside the gate. How do I get to your house?"
Ginny told me to drive to the first street, turn left and follow it around to the back of the neighborhood and I would see a road called "Bradford Place." I was to turn right on it and follow it around to number 16 and that would be her house.
It took me about five minutes but I finally found it pulled up into the circular drive and went up to the house and rang the door bell.
It was about 30 minutes before nightfall and the weather was still in the lower 70's. I was dressed nicely in a pair of dark charcoal gray slacks pair of black casual dress shoes, a long sleeve button down French Blue dress shirt with a white color and cuffs and a red tie. When the door opened, I would feel incredibly over dressed.
