Soon after my breakup with Alisa, I started working out pretty regularly. And it showed, in a good way. I was no bodybuilder, but I definitely put on some muscles, and they looked good on my now tall frame. That short, scrawny kid from my school days was gone. At least physically. By all accounts, I should have been every girl's dream, but I was still shy and awkward, so I was just a good looking loner.
I did have female friends, though. One of them was a girl I met at the dance classes. Her name was Katarina. We never saw each other as sexual interests (which is rare for me, especially considering how hot she actually is) because we were very different, but we became inseparable friends very quickly.
Unlike me, she was very popular, and as a consequence, I got to hang out with a lot of hot girls when I was with her. One of them, Anja, even had kind of a crush on her. She was barely 18, and very petite, but her body had the perfect proportions, nicely toned, and her face was beautiful. Add to that a perfect tan and sexy curly hair, and she was a miniature sex bomb.
After her breakup with her latest boyfriend, she decided she was into girls now. It was silly, but Katarina liked silly things, so she played along. It was nothing much, they held hands and pretended to kiss sometimes, but it kind of pissed me off, probably because I was hoping Anja would turn her attention to me, so I did my best to break them apart when I was with them.
One day, the three of us went to an open swimming pool together. We picked our favorite elevated spot, that was close to the pool but couldn't be looked at directly because of its elevation, and there wwre usually no other people, because people in general seem to hate climbing stairs. It was a sunny day, so they both had me rub lotion on their backs. I particularily enjoyed rubbing Anja, feeling her soft tanned skin beneath my fingers. I also rubbed it on the back of her legs, and her exposed buttcheeks, as she was wearing a thong.
While I did that, I noticed how small her body looks compared to my hands. I even jokingly measured up my hand against her foot, and amazingly, it was the same size. We all had a good laugh about that.