A Special friend.

I met Charlene in my freshman year of college, about eight years ago. Back then she wasn’t what I would consider very attractive. She was kind of tall and had very little curves to her body. Her hair was straight and un-styled; she had a flat chest, wore black rimmed glasses and had very oily skin. To add insult to injury she was the biggest geek I had ever met. But she was also the nicest person I had ever known and if I hadn’t been shallow back then I could had easily dated her .

So I found myself defending her constantly throughout college. I even got my nose broken one time, protecting her from the jerks on the football team when they were pushing her around at a local bar.
After we graduated from college she moved back to New York City, while I headed out to California to start my career in the film industry as a computer animator. During that time, we stayed in contact through letters and phone calls. So when she called me up saying that she was moving out to Los Angeles I was very excited to see her.

As soon as she came out to California, we arranged to meet at the Peninsula Hotel where she was staying at, for dinner and drinks. I showed up to the restaurant around four in the afternoon and waited patiently for her to arrive.

“Steve?” I heard the soft voice of Charlene behind me.

I turned in my chair to see her and was floored at what I saw. There standing behind me was Charlene, and she was no longer the geeky girl I knew from our college days. She was about five foot nine with shoulder length red hair and emerald green eyes. Her breasts were significantly larger than I remembered, and she had more curves than a Grand pix race track. She was wearing a flirtatious plaid skirt the stopped about mid-thigh, A white blouse that had ruffles running about halfway down the front and knee high nylons that framed her smooth bare legs in between the tops of her stockings and the bottom of her skirt.

Slacked jaw, I stood up and gave her a big hug. “Wow you look fantastic!” I said to her.

She blushed slightly and said, “Well this is what ten grand can get you now of these days!” Then she laughed.

We sat down for dinner and caught up on old times. I found out that about a year after college she became a fetish model and was moving out to California because there were better opportunities for her here.
We talked about our love lives some and I found out that she wasn’t seeing anyone, which perked my attention.

“So what about you? I bet all the girls here are just throwing themselves at you.” Charlene asked.
I laughed and told her that most of the ladies out here were either so vain that it would make you sick, or try to use me so they could meet a Hollywood producer so they could make it in the movies. Once they found out I was just a lonely animator, they drop me like a hot potato.

Six months after that night, we spent a lot of time together.