I was certainly a late bloomer and remember only hitting puberty at 15. I was educated in a tough all boys school and was one of the shortest in my class, until that surge of testosterone kicked in. I suddenly began to take notice of the pretty girls at the convent school not far from our boys' school.
It however wasn't until I got into college that I managed to muster enough courage to actually speak to some of these pretty girls. I was 18 by now and all the other guys were talking about their "conquests" and all the girls they had slept with. I pretended that I wasn't celibate myself, but deep down I yearned for love and passion.
College started and much to my dismay, most of the pretty girls were in the non-science fields. As you can imagine by now, I could be described as the nerdy type but I was in reasonably good shape being part of the college swim team.
Fortunately for me, there was Karen, a cute girl in my class whom I did happen to notice from the very first day with gorgeous silky hair, a cute smile and flawless brown skin. She was barely 5 ft 2 inches tall and a lithe 105 lbs at most. She wore modest clothing that sadly hid her small though perky teenage breasts. Her jeans although loose couldn't hide her beautiful curvy ass, which could bring my cock to full attention in a matter of seconds. Her shy smile and bubbly laughter drew me to her like a moth into the fire.
I was late for college one day and as I hurriedly turned a corner near the lockers, I bumped into none other than Karen, clumsily knocking her books and pens onto the floor. I apologized profusely as I picked up her books only to have her flash me one of her cutest smiles and tell me that it was alright. That was the first time we spoke and I was absolutely thrilled. I also realized that she smelt so great being this close to her.
As the next few weeks went by, she at least waved to me as we passed each other in the hallways and that usually was enough to make my day. She was friends with one of my buddy's girlfriends and I used this as an opportunity over the next few weeks to talk to her. Halloween was a week away and she asked me what I was going to dress up as for the college party? I honestly hadn't thought of a costume and when I asked her what she would be, she winked and told me that it would be a surprise.
I couldn't wait for Halloween to come by.
I managed to find myself a sailor outfit and Karen came dressed as the sexiest little French maid you have ever seen! She had a tiny skirt with black fishnet stockings and black high heels which accentuated every curve in her body. This was far from her usual conservative self. She flashed me one of her brilliant smiles and I felt an instant surge in my loins.