FATEFUL ATTRACTION
Sue’s Big Boobs And Bob’s Big I.Q.
Good ‘N Odd
Bob spent as much time as possible in the library stacks looking for books and stacked women. Sue spent most of her time looking for brilliant men in the stacks that were looking for stacked women.
It was amazing they hadn’t found each other before the day they met.
Bob was a breast man, the bigger, the better. Sue was a sapiophile. The bigger the I.Q., the better. Sue was a size queen in a nontraditional way. Bob was a size king in the most traditional way.
Bob’s go-to move was to visit shelves in the quantum theory section of the library. He’d usually stop half a row down, clear a space between books and stare at women’s breasts.
Sue would go to sections of similar intellectual difficulty and look for an opening in the books wide enough to rest her 48DDs on a shelf to wait for her match.
Less than a minute had passed since Bob had created a shelf opening. Sue sauntered down the opposite aisle, saw a man in the open book space, and rested her double Ds on the shelf.
“I see you enjoy Quantum Theory,” asked a hopeful Sue. “Yes indeed, I’m a Professor of Physics at Stanford.”, adding the query, “Do you?” Sue replied, “Oh no, I’d never be able to understand it, but I’m very sexually attracted to men who are. May I ask what is your I.Q.?”
“175!” exclaimed Bob. Sue let out an audible sigh. She literally got weak in the knees, and her shelf-resting breasts heaved upwards as her torso lowered an inch. Exciting Bob beyond belief, he reflexively asked, “What is your breast size?” “48DD!” a proud Sue quickly replied.
Overlapping each other, Sue said, “You’re welcome to squeeze them if you explain Quantum Physics simultaneously!” Bob said. “I’ll explain Quantum Physics while I squeeze your breasts if you’re up for it?”
They looked at each other only that once to smile and confirm.
And thus began daily happenings where Bob and Sue would meet in the stacks so he could recite and squeeze. Generally, the episodes would last about seven minutes until both were fulfilled. Sometimes a little shorter or a little longer, as long as it took for each of them to finish.
Almost a month after beginning their odd dalliance, Bob explained his theory on whether virtual quantum particles exist. On that same day, Sue had worn a particularly low-cut blouse that nearly exposed her entire 48DDs.
Things were getting a little hotter and a lot heavier than usual. So much so that in their passion, much pushing and pulling was going on.
A rocking.
And as fate would have it, the entire section of shelves fell on Bob. The multitude of books fell on Sue.
The shelves crashed into Bob’s head. Leaving him an imbecile, reducing his I.Q. to a measly 29.
The books smashed onto and flattened Sue’s breasts. Leaving her with a meager 28A breast size.
Sue remained a sapiophile, albeit with much smaller breasts. Bob remained a big boob man but a simpleton.
Their affair ended.
The end.
