Valerie was a porn movie stereotype, but she didn't know it. Quiet and studious, she wore glasses and always had her permed black hair back in a ponytail. When I asked if she ever dressed up, she said, "I don't have time to go out."
I usually walked her back to her dorm after our calculus class. "You're such a gentleman," she told me in her soft Southern accent. If only she knew the thoughts I had about her. I wanted to reach under those loose t-shirts and grab her firm breasts, take off those jeans and smack her curvy black ass, hold that ponytail and ride her until I was spent. But it could only be a fantasy. Valerie had no idea how beautiful she was, and even if she did, I was so deeply in the friend zone I might as well be gay.
"Have you ever dated anyone?" I asked on one of our walks.
"I went on a date freshman year. He kissed me," She smiled, as if that had been a major milestone.
"You do realize that a lot more than kissing usually happens in college?"
She shrugged. By now she was used to my surprise about her lack of experience. She was a college sophomore, but she had never masturbated until she got on campus. "My parents would have been mad if we'd done anything else."
"That's why you don't tell your parents!"
"Easy for you to say. You're old."
"I'm not old!" I protested, and she smirked. I was in my thirties, a non traditional student coming back to get my degree after too many years in the service. I had street smarts, but when it came to the books I was usually lost. Valerie had come to my rescue, shyly offering to tutor me one day when she saw my failing test score. She was a good teacher, but our study sessions always left me aching for a different kind of lesson.
"Anyway, I was afraid to do anything with him," she continued talking. "I just don't know how all of that works."
"All of what? Insert rod A into slot B and you're done." I felt like I had to censor my language around her. Her delicate sensibilities might be hurt if I used words like fuck and cock. Even now, my simple description made her blush. "What's so hard about that?"
"I don't know," she stammered. "I just..." we were at her dorm, so I let her off the hook.
"You need to enjoy life a little. You should come out with my boys and me on Saturday."
She wrinkled her nose. Adorable. "We have our midterm on Monday morning."
"So we'll spend Sunday studying. You can stay at my house Saturday night." It was a loaded suggestion, but like the good girl she was, she considered it in practical terms.
"That'll be good. But we can't stay out too late."
"I'll have you in bed by midnight. Scout's honor." She would be in bed, but if I had my way, we would be up all night.
I invited my friends out with me on Saturday night, but I didn't tell them about my planned sleepover. To them, Valerie was a lost cause. Some had already hit on her and struck out, while the others thought she was too nerdy. I guess I was the only one who saw the potential sex kitten, the proverbial lady on the streets and freak in the bed. I just needed to unlock her potential, if she was willing.
"Are you going to let me be your boyfriend tonight?" I asked when I picked her up. She had dressed up a little more, ditching her glasses, combing her hair down, and wearing a tight shiny top she must have borrowed from her roommate.
"Sure, you can protect me from the skeezy guys." Her mind always went to the most proper interpretation. It was cute.
