The one he was not looking for.

I got dressed and headed into the kitchen. The smell of bacon and eggs greeted me as soon as I walked out of Akane's room. My mouth watering, I licked my lips in anticipation. Upon entering the kitchen, my jaw dropped to the floor. It had nothing to do with the sumptuous spread laid out on my table. What had thrown me for a loop was that my 18-year-old roommate was walking around in nothing but an apron.

"Little brother, please have a seat and allow your onee-chan to take care of you," Akane said, motioning to a seat where she had already placed a cup of coffee and the morning paper.

"I...I'm afraid... I have to leave," I stammered as I watched Akane's impressive breast bounce around as she went about her business. Her large areolas peaked out of the sides of the apron. "I need to tit... er get to the library. I have more... uhm more dissertation work to do."

I hastily headed for the door.

"Aren't you hungry? You seemed weak this morning," Akane called out.

I turned to reply that I would pick something up at a bagel shop, but somehow my "onee-chan" had moved with inhuman speed and was standing mere inches from me. She leaned down to be face to face with me. I recoiled at her sudden appearance.

Akane gave me a disapproving look before holding out a brown paper bag and a thermos of coffee. "Don't be late this evening. I like to take my bath no later than seven."

I took the bag and cup from her and gave a frightened nod, which went unacknowledged before making a hasty exit. As I scarfed down Akane's delicious cooking, I decided to take the underground mag lift train. It would be packed at this time of the morning with students and faculty, but the subway had a station that exited directly under the university library.

I bought my ticket and stood on the platform waiting for the train. An incoming whoosh of air and then a grey blur let me know my transportation had arrived. The doors opened to an already half full carriage. I pressed in and made my way to a pole to hold to keep from falling from the jolt of the train's sudden departure. The pole was always crowded, and I wish I could have used one of the several free dangling handholds, but I was too short to be able to reach them.

Young beautiful girls, as well as sharply dressed businesswomen, pressed in around me. The train's lightning-fast start threw off-balance, causing me to collide with a particularly attractive blonde in wearing tight jeans and a loose-fitting tank top.

"What a cute boy," She said, smiling as she looked down to see who had accosted her. "Going to see your mother at university?"

"No, I'm a student," I replied as she mussed with my hair.

"Sorry," she replied before, pinching my cheeks. "All of you look the same to me, whether your plus zero or fifty."

I just smiled and went with it. As a male, you got used to it. Your a rare commodity, and women never take you seriously because of your look.

I took my position for the twenty-minute ride to the library when suddenly I felt a hand cup my ass. A groper! One of them must have heard I was of age. Most of the time, I was safe from being fondled. The punishment for molesting any boy under plus five was very severe, but once you were above that, not so much. And even if you filed a complaint because of the prejudice against boys, the authorities only gave it a cursory investigation, and nothing ever came of it.

I tried to shift away, but I was trapped. The press was so great that I couldn't turn to see who was assaulting me. A slender hand pulled back on my belt loop, allowing enough room for them to slide another hand inside my trousers and underpants. The invading hand began to knead my bare bottom. I could feel the reaction it was having on my cock. I had to escape before I had another one of my blue ball spells.

Fortunately, the next stop was mine. With a twist of my hips, I was able to extricate myself from my molester and escape into the crowd.

I made my way to the science research section of the library. Since the end finals and defense of dissertations, this wing was empty as a tomb. Luckily the school year did not officially end for another week so that make-up exams could be administered, so my credentials would still allow me into any section I needed.

I walked up to the help desk. Nervously, I rang the bell for assistance. Not because I might have to argue to gain access to the section I wanted. But because in light of my current predicament of who I would be dealing with. From out of a small office came the most beautiful redhead that I or anyone else had ever laid eyes upon. Her long auburn tresses hung messily over her bare ivory shoulders. Her rectangular framed glasses framed her emerald green eyes. While her ample bosom rested on top of a stack of books she was carrying.

"Greg, I thought you were finished! Wasn't your defense yesterday?" She asked, sitting down her load of books and stepping out from behind her desk. Lara hurried over and hugged me tight

I took a deep breath as my face was smashed against her substantial chest. When Lara released me, I noticed the skirt she was wearing was much shorter than usual. The view of her hose covered thighs made me sputter out a miserable lie."I got a continuation. I need to get into the genetics research section again. Apparently, some of my citations were not as good as they could have been."

"No problem, dear," Lara replied, eyeing me like she was weighing if I was telling her the whole truth. She turned and leaned back over the desk to grab the key. Her skirt rode up almost above what would be considered decent. I admired the bit of milky white skin that was visible just past where her thigh highs ended, and her raised skirt began.

Finally, after much straining, Lara reached the key. She hopped off the desk and walked past me as I stood stupefied by the erotic sight I had just beheld. "Come on Greg. It's just you and me today. No one else is here."

I followed after her mesmerized by the way her tight skirt hugged her broad hips. We reached the metal door that led to the genetics research repository. Lara turned key to no effect. She jiggled the door handle violently, her chest swaying like a sexy metronome until finally, the door popped open. "That thing always swells shut around this time of year." She said as she flipped on the lights. "So, what are you looking for?"

"Origins of the Shota Virus by Kathryn Hart," I answered.

"Hart that is your last name," Lara stated as she brought the ladder over to climb to the high shelf where the text resided.

"Yes, she was my great grandmother," I stated as Lara began her slow ascent up the ladder. "I come from a long line of geneticists."

"So fascinating, my grandmother sold used cars. I'm not sure about my great grandmother. I never knew her," Lara said as she reached for the periodical that I had requested. When she did, I could clearly see up her skirt to her lacy black thong.

With effort, she reached my grandmother's work and climbed back down.

"Here you are, Dr. Hart," She said, handing me the paper smiling at the thought of calling me doctor though in truth my master's degree was the highest one I possessed. As I took the document, our hands touched for just a moment. Lara grinned sheepishly at me, a slight blush creeping up her neck. "Now that you are no longer a student, I can tell you that I've always found you cute."

It was now my turn to blush at Lara's compliment. How often had I came to this library when I had not needed to in order to be near this beautiful redhead. "I am flattered. It's not every day that I get complimented by the prettiest woman I know."

Lara smiled from cheek to cheek after hearing my compliment. "I get off at seven. Perhaps we could trade further compliments tonight during dinner. Say at nine o'clock at Château Élan?"