Author’s Note: This story is a complete work of fiction from the get go and is intended solely for the readers to enjoy. My thanks to EasySpeak for the work of editing this story so that it makes sense and makes it easier to read and understand.

Author’s Note: This story was inspired by a frumpy girl I knew in high school. She was a very intelligent young woman who was always on the honor roll and received a number of scholarships but, she chose not to go on to college. I lost track of her after we graduated from high school and have never heard anything about her since that time.

My name is Roger Cook; an average 18-year old high school student with a high “C” average academic record. At five foot ten, and 170 pounds on a normal frame, I am the epitome of an average male high school student. Even most of my friends are average, just like me with similar academic records.

I have dated some in high school but I never found a girl that really excited me all that much. Probably because I was just average and not the proverbial, “Tall, Dark and Handsome” guy that most girls were looking for. I was never really considered to be a “hunk” by any of the popular girls in Woodlawn high school.

Although I knew a lot of the girls in my classes, I was somewhat friendly with most of them and I knew most of them by name. They in turn knew me by my name as well but, they did not think of me as date material. In short, I was just not part of the “in crowd” in high school.

I even knew some frumpy girls who were book worms and who wore frumpy looking clothes. They really did not date because most of the guys in school wouldn’t consider them because of their appearance or the guys were intimidated by their intelligence and their high academic achievements or both. Most, if not all, of the frumpy girls were always on the honor roll in high school, and they were considered to be “brains”.

One of those frumpy girls that I thought was very nice was Crystal MacDonald. She always wore big round glasses, oversize blouses and baggy skirts that came down to or below her mid-calf. Even I as “Mr. Sophisticated” knew that girls’ skirts that came down to a girls’ mid calf or lower were well on their way out and long gone by the late ‘50’s and early ‘60’s.

That was long before I was in high school and most girls were wearing their skirts just above or just below their knees. But, I was always friendly with Crystal when I saw her on campus or in class. She was always very reserved and not very outgoing.

She pretty much kept to herself and a few of her girlfriends. Most of the guys and many of the girls thought that she was a really mousy looking girl. I really did not like it that most guys did not treat her very well. In fact, they treated her very poorly.

One of my friends, Gary Miller, once asked me, “Roger, she is just a frumpy little girl. Why the hell do you even talk to her? What the hell do you even see in that frumpy little girl? There are a whole lot of better looking girls out there you could make time with.”

I responded, “I don’t know Gary. Maybe it’s because she has always been nice to me; and my Mom has always taught me to treat people the way I would like to be treated. Give her a damn break, Man.

Quit looking down your damn nose at her like she’s some kind of leper. She is a damn site smarter than either you or I are. She’s on the honor roll every semester. When was the last time either you or I were on the honor roll, Man?”

He kind of scoffed at me and said no more. I knew that he was always chasing some of the in crowd girls but, I didn’t know how much success he was having with them. He probably wasn’t getting along with them any more than I was, which was, zilch. I just thought, knock your lights out, Gary and see how far that gets you!

Maybe it was because beneath those big “Barney Google” glasses Crystal wore and her tousled blond hair; she had a very pretty face. I figured Gary just couldn’t see beyond superficial appearances but, her intelligence still kind of intimidated me. Crystal held the academic achievement of being on the honor roll all through our high school years. I didn’t see much of Crystal during my junior year and even less of her during my senior year.

Although I did see Crystal at graduation but, I didn’t get a chance to talk to her and congratulate her on the academic honors recognition she received. She had been surrounded by teachers and some of her girlfriends talking to her.

I said to myself do I really want to get mixed up in that melee? I thought there might be another time. If and when I would see her again I sure as hell didn’t know. However, later it did seem to be some kind of a self-fulfilling thought.

I graduated from high school and hadn’t yet decided what I was going to do with the rest of my life. That summer I found a job that paid fairly well for a teenager. However, I knew this job wouldn’t support me well in my future life, and it certainly wouldn’t be enough to support a wife and kids.

This made me realize that I had to make a major decision regarding my future and likely very soon. I worked most of the summer, working as much overtime as possible, and saving most of my pay with the thought of possibly attending college in the fall. Despite all the money I was able to save that summer, I didn’t think it would be enough to get me through much more than my first year in college, if it even got me that far.

One evening after our family had eaten our supper; I sat at the table in the kitchen with my parents and discussed my future plans. My Mom asked me, “Roger. What do you plan to do with yourself now that you have graduated from high school?”

“I haven’t decided just yet, Mom. I thought about working at the job that I have but, it doesn’t pay all that well and there is not much room for any advancement. In short, I reasoned that it is a menial and dead end job and it wouldn’t be likely to take me very far if anywhere in my future life.

I thought about going to college but, the money I have saved over the summer isn’t enough to get me through more than my first year in college if it’ll even do that. I really don’t want to but, I have even thought about joining the military. I think that a grunt marine is paid better than what I’m getting paid in this summer job.”

My parents didn’t think the military would suit me, suggesting “You’ll be better off enrolling in college in the fall. You’ll get much more benefit getting your college education than joining the military, Roger. We’ll help you with your college expenses, provided that you agree to work during each summer and save as much of your pay as you can for college each year.

In addition, you’ll have to make sure that you keep your grades well above passing – at least a ‘C’ average.” They also explained, “Our help is for you to go to school. If you are to quit, don’t get good grades, or if you get married, the money will stop, so they suggested, “You think it over, Son and let us know what you want to do.”

After pondering the offer, which didn’t take very long, I finally thought that my parents bargain was a good deal for me to accept. So I talked to my parents. “Mom and Dad, after I’ve thought about it, I have decided to take you up on your offer to help me through college.

I’ve already made enough money this summer for a down payment on the first year of our bargain with this summer’s work that I have done so far. I also think that I can get this same job back next summer and that would help a lot, too, but, if I’m going to get into college this fall I’m really going to have to ‘shake a leg’. I have to make my application immediately to the State College because fall admission is getting pretty near to closing.”

State college is located in another city a little over a hundred miles or at least a couple of hours drive from my hometown of Woodlawn, so I immediately set about getting all the paper work together ready for submission to the college for acceptance. My parents helped with my request for admission and they even took me up to the college to help expedite my acceptance for admission.

Due to the lateness of the summer, I was not accepted until the week after the fall classes had begun but, I was assured by the college administrator that I could join my classes starting on the Monday of the second week of the semester.

I was told at the Registrar’s office, “You will not have missed that much and you can ask the professors to let you make up the missed work if there is any. It may only be reading assignments and any other work you should be able to make up with the professor’s approval and their permission.”

Upon my acceptance by the college, I made a request to stay in the dorms, but once again with fall semester having already begun, the residence halls were already fully occupied.

Consequently, I would have to look for off campus housing. I was lucky, and my parents found an efficiency apartment with reasonable rent just a short walk of a few blocks to the dorms and campus. It was pretty small but it was all that I really needed.

I moved into my new apartment in time for the second week of the semester to begin. Having made such a late decision to gain admission, I hadn’t even talked to any of my old high school friends to see if any of them were attending the same college.

In addition, I didn’t get the chance to go to freshman orientation either. Consequently, I was pretty much on my own finding my way around the campus, my classes, and the buildings in which my classes were held.

On my first day, Monday, of classes, I found each of my morning classes and attended them without problem. Then for lunch I went to the student union cafeteria to get something to eat.

After lunch, I headed to the building where my first afternoon class was to be held. As I turned to go up the sidewalk leading into the building, a cute, very shapely, blonde girl fell into step beside me.

I silently thought it was a little strange that a pretty girl I didn’t even know would fall into step with me. And, why would she walk stride for stride beside me toward the building where I was going to attend my first afternoon math class.

Just as I made the turn to walk up to the building, the girl greeted me with a cheerful “Hello” and I responded to her with an equally cheerful hello back to her. When I failed to recognize who she was and call out her name she spoke my name, “Roger don’t you recognize me?”

I stopped and turned to look at her again and I immediately and politely responded, “No, I’m sorry that I don’t recognize you, Miss. What is your name and do we know each other?” not wanting to be rude or condescending to her in any way.”

She replied, “I’m Crystal MacDonald, and we went to Woodlawn high school together, Roger.”

I looked at her again, wracking my brain trying to picture Crystal’s face from high school and I apologized to her saying, “I’m so sorry that I sure didn’t recognize you, Crystal. I guess I didn’t recognize you because your very pretty blond hair is beautifully styled completely differently from what it used to be when we were in high school.

You are not wearing your large, dark rim (I started to say your Barney Google) glasses and you are wearing much more form fitting stylish clothes that show off your beautiful, shapely figure, too.”

She just blushed a little and said, “Oh thank you, Roger, that is such a very nice compliment and I really appreciate your being so sweet.”

I hadn’t seen much of, or even thought much about, or had any interaction with Crystal since our junior year in high school. Or it may have been even earlier than that. I don’t remember having any classes with her during our senior year in high school at all.

I slowly began to remember that in high school Crystal always wore loose fitting clothing that hid her shapely figure and many of the other high school students considered her to be a mousy book worm and a nerd even though she had a very sweet disposition and always treated others very nicely including me.

When Crystal told me her name I began to recognize the flawless creamy white complexion of her pretty face and her pretty, sky blue eyes. I thought to myself, Wow what a great transformation from what she looked like in high school compared to what her appearance looks like now!

On second thought the word metamorphosis came to my mind. Crystal had somehow been transformed from the frumpy high school girl I knew with her Barney Google glasses into a beautiful shapely young college woman. And even more than that, she had a bright smile and a pleased look on her face telling me how happy she was to be seeing someone from home she recognized.

Then I told her, “Crystal, I couldn’t understand why such a beautiful and shapely young woman like you would want to walk beside me but, I love having you walking with me anyway. You’re a real knockout now with the changes you have made to your appearance.”

She blushed again, thanked me, and she told me, “You were the only boy that had ever treated me nicely and with respect while we were still in high school. I have always respected you very much for being so friendly and so nice to me because of that when we were in high school, Roger.”

I began to remember this girl from high school as being a kind of nerdy bookworm girl who very seldom if ever dated. I had never heard of her having dated any of the guys in high school either.

Crystal was always studying as she made straight “A’s”. She was always on the school honor roll every semester for students with their high academic performance. As a result of her good grades in high school she applied for and was awarded a four-year academic scholarship to the university.

She sure was light years ahead of me as my grades in high school were barely good enough for me to be accepted to the university, and I was never on the honor roll in high school at all.

Damn, she was not only beautiful but, she had all of those brains to go along with it. To top that all off she had a really sweet, gentle personality as well. It was clear that Crystal had a bright future ahead of her.

Her academic scholarship made it possible for her to go to college as her parents could not have afforded to pay her way through college by themselves. Since her scholarship made it possible for her to go to college, all she and her parents had to pay for was her dorm room. It may have been somewhat like what my parents were doing for me in helping me through college.

After her makeover, Crystal had a beautiful head of shiny, honey golden blond, well styled hair that came down to just above her shoulders. Her hair style really complimented her sparkling sky blue eyes that could melt ice.

Those eyes nearly melted my heart. All of that and her beautiful smile could melt most guys’ hearts. She was about 5 Ft.-4 In. tall, and she had a beautiful hourglass figure guaranteed to give most guys a raging hard-on, including me.

I didn’t know just how she kept so trim and kept her beautiful figure so well hidden during high school but, she had a small 110 pound frame. Her figure really showed how attractive she had become with the changes that she had made to her appearance. I thought to myself, she could have her pick of the guys here on campus or anywhere else for that matter. Now she is a knockout with the metamorphosis of her appearance.

I told her, “Crystal, I can’t get over just how pretty you are and what you have done to change your appearance so dramatically? But, it sure is great and I really like it.”

Crystal related to me, “My older, married Sister, Cherry, told me last summer that I needed to get with the program and she is the one who helped me with all of these changes, Roger.

Cherry helped me with my hair style and I’m now wearing contacts rather than those big dark rimmed glasses I used to wear. Cherry also helped me pick out my new more fashionable form fitting wardrobe for college, as well.

When Mom and Dad saw the clothes Cherry helped me pick out they very nearly had a heart attack. But, Cherry told them that was how all of the girls were dressed on college campuses these days. Mom and Dad had to swallow hard but, they didn’t push it any further.”

“Well, you sure do look beautiful, Crystal. Every guy on this campus will be foaming at the mouth to take you out anytime that they see you here on campus or anywhere else for that matter.”

Crystal had graduated not only from high school last spring; she had also graduated her appearance from the ‘20’s to the early ‘80’s in one summer with the help of her older Sister.

I told her again, “You really look beautiful, Crystal, your Sister is a really smart chick and she has really helped you with your appearance. I’ll bet that you probably even feel really good about yourself, too, and you seem to be more outgoing and more self-confident, as well, Crystal.”

Crystal just blushed and said, “Thank you for the compliment to me and to my Sister, Roger. I’m so very happy that you like my new appearance.” She said with a pretty smile on her face and laughter in her pretty blue eyes.

“Every guy here on campus and elsewhere will like your new appearance, too, Crystal. You’ll probably have to beat them off with a stick.” I quickly replied with a broad smile on my face.

Crystal then asked me, “Where are you going right now, Roger?”

I replied, “My next class, Analytic Geometry and Integral Calculus, is in this building and I only have a few minutes to get there.”

“I’m in that same class, Roger; may I walk with you to our math class, please?

I quickly and eagerly consented, “Yes, Crystal, you certainly may. I’d be happy to have you walk with me.” as we continued on our way into the building and to our math class.

When we got to the classroom she chose a student desk next to the one I chose to sit in. After our class both of us had a free hour and I offered to buy her a drink at the student union cafeteria. Crystal happily accepted and we sat in the cafeteria and talked before we each had to go to our next class.

Crystal asked me, “Did you attend classes last week, Roger? I hadn’t seen you here on campus before today?”

“No, I was late in registering and gaining admission to the college. I was late in getting my class schedule and I missed last week’s classes. That is why we had not seen each other before today.”

We both started to leave for our next class and I told her, “I’ll look forward to seeing you tomorrow in class, Crystal. Maybe you can fill me in on what the class assignments were from last week.”

“Okay, I’ll look for you before class tomorrow after lunch.” as we each departed for our next afternoon class.

As I walked across campus for my next class I thought to myself, “I must have died and gone to heaven to have found such a beautiful young girl to make friends with here on campus. I had barely known her previously and I was happy to make friends with her again on my first day of classes on campus.”

The next day as I approached the building and as I walked down the sidewalk I saw Crystal standing there in front of the building with her sparkling blue eyes and a bright smile on her pretty face. She was obviously waiting for me to arrive in front of the building.

Again I thought to myself, “My God, what a beautiful young woman she is and she’s waiting to walk with me, “Mr. average Joe”, to walk with me and sit beside me in our math class! Hell, maybe I did die and go to heaven after all. If I didn’t it sure as hell is a damn good substitute for it.”

It became obvious to me that she was going to be waiting there for me each day. With her bright smile and her pretty face she greeted me with her usual cheerful, “Hello, Roger. I have been waiting for you.”

I responded with an equally cheerful, “Hello, Crystal, and a how are you this afternoon?” She just fell into step with me and walked stride for stride with me as we walked to our class.

After class we again went to get a drink during our free hour at the cafeteria and we talked. That pattern continued throughout the week. Crystal was waiting for me each day before our class, to sit together with me in class and we went for a drink at the student union cafeteria during our free hour between our classes.

About mid week of my second week of classes knowing that she was very bright and an excellent student I mentioned to her, “Crystal, we probably ought to study together and work on our homework assignments for our math class together. Would you like to study together with me?”

Crystal immediately replied, “Sure, I’d love to study with you, Roger. I think that it would be really helpful for the both of us. We could study in the student union cafeteria during our free hour between our classes. That would probably be the best use of our time.”

At the end of my second week I asked her, “Would you like to go to a movie with me on Saturday night, Crystal?”

She quickly replied, “No, I can’t go this Saturday, Roger, because I already have other plans. However, I can go with you the following weekend if the invitation still stands.”

I agreed and she told me which dorm she was living in. She also gave me her dorm room telephone number (This was before cell phones.) and we agreed on the time for me to pick her up that Saturday night. I asked her, “Is 7 o’clock Okay with you, Crystal?”

“Yes it is. You can pick me up at my dorm and I’ll be ready to meet you there at that time, Roger.”

We saw each other during that following week in class each day and she was always waiting for me outside the building and chose a student desk next to mine in each class. Each day after class when we went for a drink at the student union cafeteria during our free hour we studied and worked on our math assignment together.

If we finished our math class assignment, we generally had an interesting conversation about how we had spent our last summer, our families and what we did to prepare for attending college that fall. We truly enjoyed being with one another and I couldn’t have been happier about it and spending time with her.

I could see the enjoyment in her pretty blue eyes and the sweet smiling expression on her beautiful face as we so easily talked with one another each day. Crystal was a really intelligent girl and a great conversationalist. She never lacked for things to say and talk about and I always marveled at her ability to maintain our conversation.

She never lacked for things to say and to talk about. She was a great companion and a really entertaining chatterbox. I think that she was stealing my heart at that time but, “Mr. Average Joe”, hell; I didn’t recognize it at the time.

Each day when we met in front of the building before our class, she always met me with a bright smile and a cheerful hello. I was always happy to see her and she always appeared to be happy to see me, too.

I was really happy that she accepted my invitation to go to the movies that coming weekend with me. I was very much looking forward to our date that coming Saturday and I could tell that she, too, was eagerly anticipating it, as well.

On Saturday evening, I met and picked up Crystal at her dorm and we walked to the movie theater as neither one of us had a car on campus. That was because freshmen were not allowed to bring a car to campus.

At the movie I placed my arm over her shoulders and she snuggled up against me as we enjoyed the movie. Holding her tightly to me I leaned over many times during the movie and I gave her a warm kiss on her sweet lips and she eagerly responded to me by returning my kisses. I think that Crystal turned her head to me and kissed me as many times as I had kissed her during that movie.

After a couple of kisses she opened her lips and mouth to me and our tongues met in a duel for the mastery of each other’s mouth. I don’t really know for sure what it did for her but it sure gave me a bulge in my briefs between my legs. And, I would lay odds that her panties were likely getting pretty creamy before the end of the movie anyway.

Following the movie, we stopped by the burger shack and we each ordered a burger and fries to eat along with a soda. On our way back to her dorm I told her, “Crystal I have really enjoyed having you go to the movie with me tonight and I would like to take you out again. Would you like to go out with me again?”

Crystal quickly responded and accepted, “I’m very happy that you invited me to go with you tonight, Roger. I really enjoyed being with you and I’m very happy that you invited me to go out with you again, too.”

“Do you want to go to the movies again next Saturday night or would you like to do something else, Crystal?”

“Oh, sure, the movies will be fine if you want to pick me up here at my dorm at 7:00 again I’ll be ready to meet you then?”

When we arrived at her dorm I took her in my arms and kissed her very tenderly. Our mouths opened and our tongues twirled around each other’s and we explored each other’s mouth as we did previously.

We had the hunger of a couple wanting to express our growing affection and our need for one another. As we broke our kiss I said, “I’ll see you in class on Monday after lunch, Crystal.”

“Okay, Roger, you enjoy the rest of your weekend and I’ll look for you Monday before math class.” Crystal hugged me tightly, she returned my kiss and told me again, “I’m really happy that you asked me out tonight, Roger, and I’m looking forward to seeing you in class on Monday afternoon and to going out with you again, too.”

Crystal quickly returned to her dorm room elated and happy with how her date with me had gone. It was the first time she had ever had a date with a guy and had ever gone out with a guy. It was the first time that she had ever been kissed by a guy, also.

That’s when I began to lay odds with myself that the gusset of her panties were full of cream when she got back to her dorm room. “Ok, just shoot my horny ass. I’m just a teenage college kid with a huge hard-on.

What the hell else would I think about after a date with a really good looking girl like Crystal and who went home with a huge case of the blue balls? Ninety nine percent of other guys like me would be thinking the same goddamn thing and the other one percent would rather have been out with another guy.”

I walked back to my room and was happy with my date with Crystal and our growing affection for one another. I planned to take her to the movies again on our next date. As I left Crystal that night it was difficult for me to walk back to my room. I got back to my room and I had a colossal case of the blue balls.

I had to “choke the chicken” to try to relieve my aching balls before I hit the sack. It felt good to choke the chicken but it really didn’t do much to relieve the pain in my aching balls. I just wondered what Crystal had to do for herself when she got back to her dorm room.

That next Monday at lunch a guy that I went to high school with in Woodlawn asked to sit down at my table in the cafeteria and he said, “Hey, Roger. I just found out that you were enrolled here at State College. Can I eat my lunch here at your table with you?”

“Sure, Gary. Drag up a chair and sit down. What’s up with you, Man?”

“Hey, Roger, I saw you and a really good looking chick come into the movie theater the other night. She was a real knockout. Who the hell is she and how the hell did an average looking Joe like you hook up with such a fine looking chick like her? Holy shit, Man, she is smoking hot.”

“Whoa, Man, slow down. You know her. Her name is Crystal and yeah she is a real knockout.”

“I don’t know any good looking chick like her, named, Crystal.”

“The hell you don’t, Man, we both went to high school with her.”

“You mean that Crystal MacDonald from our old high school in Woodlawn, Man? She’s that chick with the Barney Google glasses and the really frumpy looking clothes? You’re shitting me, Roger?”

“Hell no, I’m not shitting you, Gary.”

“Holy shit, she sure has changed the way she looks. She looks like a movie star or a beauty queen. Just how the hell did I miss that when we were in high school?”

“You had your chance, Bub, but, I remember you asking me one time why I even bothered to talk to her while we were still in high school. And you were always out chasing all of the ‘high class pussy’ when we were in high school. How much of that pussy did you get?”

“Sure as hell not enough, Man. Holy shit, I sure as hell missed that one. How many times have you been out with her? If you’re not going to go out with her again I want to take her out. Have you gotten into her pants yet, Bub?”

“You stay the hell away from her, Gary, I’m taking her out this weekend and, no, I haven’t gotten into her pants yet. I haven’t even touched her boobs or her box and I don’t intent to either. I’m not going to piss her off the first pop out of the box.

She’s never even had a date or been kissed before I took her out to the movies. She ain’t the regular run of the streets, round heel chick that you can get to fall over on her back with their knees up against their ears with the waive of a feather.