Michelle had settled into her desk in the history department of the college library, when a few minutes later, the young man sat at the table opposite her desk, arms full of books and a laptop. It was, what, the fourth or fifth time he'd sat there the last week or two. He had classic Nordic looks, blond hair and blue eyes. A sophomore, or maybe a junior, she guessed. The type girls on campus would go for.
She also noticed he often glanced her way. She smiled at the idea that he was looking her over. But the idea of a cute white boy, like him, looking over a Black woman like her, pushing forty, seemed unlikely. Unless, it was her asset that attracted him. And he wouldn't be the first man to do so.
As Jason sat at the table, he was pleased to see she was at her desk again. 'Michelle Roberts' the name plate announced. She was eye candy to him. A lovely face with almond eyes. And a curvy figure, but not too curvy, he thought. But the one thing that was irresistible to his eyes was her rack! That cardigan sweater could not hide her spectacular tits!
As Jason looked her over, admiring the hint of cleavage her blouse provided, she looked up at him. He blushed and returned his focus to his studies.
Michelle returned to her paperwork and smirked. Yes, she thought, it had to be her figure. And the idea of being attractive to a young man like him was an ego boost.
At the end of her day, Michelle closed up her desk, and as she walked away, she smiled and nodded at the young man. Jason watched her leave. Her figure... And those tits! His eyes undressed her, wondering what her bare breasts looked like.
The next morning, as Michelle returned to her desk from filing some books, she saw him again at the same table. He seemed focused on his work. But a careful study of him revealed his furtive glances. She turned to her own work and paid little attention to him.
Fifteen minutes or so passed, and Michelle felt a presence at her desk. Looking up, it was the young man.
"Uh, Ms. Roberts? I was wondering if you could help. The catalogue says this book is on the shelves, but I can't find it."
"Let's see. Shall we."
She looked at the call number and asked him to follow, giving Jason a nice view of her swaying butt as he followed.
"Ah! Here. I suspected it was misplaced. Hmm, late-nineteenth-century French politics? An interesting subject."
"Um, yes. I'm studying European politics on the eve of World War One."
"Of course. And I know this book. My own specialty is the French Third Republic."
She gave him a warm smile, pleased that a young man like him had such intellectual pursuits. And she also noticed his difficulty at maintaining eye contact.
"Um, well, thank you," he said, hesitantly. "I've got to get to class soon."
"Glad I could help. That's what I'm here for, after all."
With that, Michelle returned to her desk and Jason, again watched, wide eyed, as she walked away.
It wasn't until the following afternoon that he returned. This time, they both smiled at each other. A while later, he looked to find she wasn't at her desk.
"Here," he heard from behind, "you may find this book useful, um... I don't know your name."
"Oh! Jason. Jason Bergman."
"Well, Jason, look this book over."
As she was about to turn away, he asked, "Thanks. Um, can I buy you a cup of coffee or something. You've been more than helpful. And I'd like to pick your knowledge."
He was suddenly feeling awkward at asking, but she replied in the affirmative.
"Yes, tomorrow morning, in the cafeteria? How about seven-thirty, before I start my day. Unless you have classes."
He eagerly accepted and began packing up his things, as Michelle returned to her desk. It was her turn to admire him as he walked away. He was cute. And she mulled over all those professors having affairs with students. Why not her? Then again, maybe she was reading too much into the way he looked at her. Maybe he had someone. A guy like that ought to.
Michelle found him already waiting for her in the cafeteria. They settled in at a table where she took off her coat, revealing a silk blouse she rarely wore, but showed off her assets at their best. They started chatting and he explained how he became interested in the subject before asking her a few questions on early twentieth-century France.
She enjoyed the chance to talk about a subject she was passionate about. And to have someone eager to hear it. Or was it something else he was enjoying? His difficulty keeping eye contact was back. It was exactly the effect she expected her silk top would have.
The time flew by, and both had to start their day.
"I'll see you in the library this afternoon," he told her.
"No hot date on a Friday?" she asked, with a tone that tried to be innocuous.
"Um... Not at the moment."
"See you, then," she finished, as they parted.
Michelle liked the sound of that. She wondered if she could have a fling with him. And if he felt the same. She would see how it played out.
Almost on schedule, Jason appeared, this time, smiling in acknowledgement of their acquaintance. About a half hour before her day would be over, Michelle walked over to his table and sat next to him. She wasn't sure how it would play out, but she wanted to probe the boundaries.
Michelle commented briefly on the book he was reading before turning to other matters.
"It's perhaps presumptuous of me to ask, but why no date?"
Jason explained that he had broken up with his last girlfriend a few weeks earlier and hadn't found anyone yet.
"And you?" he asked. "I expected someone like you to have a ring."
Michelle smiled at the compliment and explained she had then been divorced for two years. "I've had a few, uh, dates since. But no one who I really liked yet."
She could see he was searching for words.
"Listen, uh..."
"I think we're on first names now, call me Michelle."
"Michelle, would you be interested in lunch sometime? I'd like to talk some more."
She sensed then, it was more than conversation he wanted.
"Jason, can I ask, how old are you?"
