Everything had gone normally. Family, school, life, and then I got my first boyfriend. We were both still in high school. My mom always tried to get me to date the boys from our church. But growing up with them, I felt they were more like brothers. As I got older, I noticed they were treating me like brothers though. Acting nicer to me, lingering looks, and many more invitations to hang out, group get togethers, and such.
My name is Amy. I have red hair, small C cup tits, and a nice booty. My mom and dad are very religious and very conservative. I bought my first pair of skintight jeans and skintight exercise clothes with my own money, and I hid them under my bed. My parents want me to wear baggy sweatshirts and sweatpants.
Then there was the school and church clothes. I looked like an old librarian. Loose and frilly tops, baggy slacks and long wool skirts to my ankles. Some of girls at school never stopped laughing at me and teasing me.
On a normal day of school, a new kid arrived. Glasses, collared shirt, and handing me down jeans. Even his backpack was hand me. A girl like me who only ever had hand me down stuff could spot it easily.
His name was Trevor. Not a very common name. There were more than 20 variations of Aiden alone. And some of the spellings made me wonder if their parents weren't on drugs when the kid was born.
Trevor was shy but smiled and was polite when we had a few short conversations. On the ride home, I saw Trevor sitting in the back of the bus. He must have lived pretty close to me to be on my bus. I sat in front of the bus with the other good girls from my church. I was also one of the first ones to get off. The bus stopped in front of my house, my mom was there waiting for me, even though I was high school age.
As the bus pulled away, I saw Trevor looking out the window, smiling at me and my mom. I felt like waving. But I was shy.
It took months before we were sitting together and eating lunch. Summer was nearly here, and we would have 2 and a half months off before the next school year.
"Can we exchange phone numbers or email so we can chat this summer?" I asked.
"Sure." Trevor smiled as he pulled out his brand-new iPhone. Mine was a few years older and I was surprised he had a new one.
"Oh. My older brother started working at a cell phone store. He got me an upgrade." Trevor smiled.
"Yeah. Mine's a bit older. I can't send pictures or videos. It just times out." I laughed nervously.
"Here. I can show you how to send texts to an email instead. It should be faster and work fine." Trevor stated as he took my phone and tapped away at the screen.
A few more weeks went by, and it was summer break.
My mom and I would go for walks. When she gets tired and doesn't go with me, I strip off the bulky sweatshirt and pants and run in my skintight exercise shorts and top. It made me feel sexy and I was much happier in these clothes. I had wanted to run around the neighborhoods for so long. The roads twisted and turned. Hundreds of houses, tons of neighborhoods I had not been to, and for miles and miles I ran.
When I got near home. I found my clothes and dressed in the bulky outfit.
"Was that you out running today?" Trevor texted.
"Depends. What was I wearing?" I asked.
"Orange top and mint green shorts." Trevor replied.
"Yeah. That was me. I have been wanting to run more. You should have said hi and come outside." I replied.
"Nah., I don't want to slow you down. You looked good. You looked like you were in your rhythm." Trevor replied.
I looked good. He said that. My heart fluttered, my face sweat, I was a bit nervous to wear that outfit again. I had both hoped and feared I might run into him while I ran.
"Next time. Come outside. Please." I replied.
I made sure I ran and ran. Every day, sometimes in the morning and at night. But every time. I didn't see Trevor.
"Looking good." Trevor would text.
"Are you scared of me?" I would tease.
"No. Just not needing to interrupt you." Trevor replied.
"Is there anything I can do or say to convince you, that I want you to stop me and say hello." I asked.
"That is a tough one. I will let you know. But in the meantime. Keep it up. You look great." Trevor replied.
So, I tried something new. Instead of running miles and miles through the area. I started doing laps of certain neighborhoods. If he saw me and replied. Then I could narrow down where he lived.
It took a few days and Trevor text. "You did a few laps today. In my neighborhood. I'm not even near you."
"Yeah. I've been wanting to do more miles. My parents won't let me go down to the lake or the river to run. They are afraid I might get stolen." I replied.
"Well, that outfit will turn some heads. I know my neck hurts." Trevor stated.
So, he was watching me. Waiting for me?
"I have a spare bicycle. Maybe one day we can ride to the lake or the river." Trevor advised.
"I would like that. But you would have to step outside and say hello first." I laughed and texted.
It was the next day that I finally saw Trevor. I constantly ran at the same time every morning. 9 am. My mom left for the store, to run errands, and such. So, I had 2 hours. Dad was working.
I saw Trevor standing on the sidewalk. A bicycle on each side. "Care for a ride?" Trevor asked.
I looked around and we were standing between a few houses. "Which one is yours?" I asked.
"I'm a few blocks away. Are you stalking me?" Trevor smiled.
He was wearing some cargo shorts, a grey t-shirt, and running shoes. I felt a bit embarrassed as I saw him adjust his glasses. He had lowered his head a bit and I think he had been looking at me boobs. In the small, tight, and thin sports bra. I felt exposed. But I also knew he had been looking at me. I felt my nipples tingle and harden.
"Sure. Let's go." I advised. Try not to think or hesitate.
We got on bikes and rode the 4 miles or so to the river. Jordan River. A long, slow-moving river from my city, through the farmlands to the next city. Fishing, boating, and even a few places for power boats. It was a popular river with areas for parking. But the part I was interested in. It was the miles long running trail that followed the river. It was as wide as a two-lane road.
There were bathrooms, benches, tables to rest and eat at. And it was a very safe place.
We got to the nearest boat launch or park area. We set down the bikes and began walking. Being with Trevor was exciting. We were alone and talking. I was torn between wanting to run and walking with him.
After a few minutes Trevor walked to the edge of the concrete path, bent down, and walked back holding a 4-inch tall green Praying Mantis. I nearly fainted.
I have hated and been deathly afraid of bugs, bees, or any type of worm or insect my whole life. As I was panting, shaking, and sweating. Trevor was focused on the Praying Mantis. He was talking about them in great detail. How to tell the sexes apart, their different types, colors, and so on.
But after a few minutes. I was hyperventilating and scared.
Trevor finally noticed, asked if it was the bug. I nodded and he walked it back to the grass. When he returned, he apologized, I was covered in sweat, my legs were weak, and he walked me to a table.
"Bugs. Worms. Anything like that. I am deathly afraid of it. I'm sorry." I tried to explain in between taking gasping breaths.
"I'm sorry. I had no idea. I really like bugs, insects, and worms. They are fascinating to me. You should not see my room. You would not like it at all." Trevor whispered as he was embarrassed.
"It's okay. Thank you for telling me. I will not be visiting your room any time soon." I tried to smile as I felt like I was still near death.
"You do know the Praying Mantis cannot hurt you in anyway? It doesn't bite, it's not poisonous, and it doesn't have a stinger." Trevor tried to console me.
"I'm not saying it makes sense. I have always hated bugs, worms, and everything like that. I don't know why. It's a fear that has no sense about it." I tried to explain as I felt better and stood up to walk.
My legs were still wobbly, and I nearly fell on the ground. Trevor caught me with a concerned look on his face, his arms under my arms and around my waist. "Careful. Wait a bit longer. Don't hurry." Trevor smiled as best as he could.
I smiled back. A bit happy his arms were wrapped around me and a bit happy he seemed to care.
A group of girls from high school jogged by and stopped. "Amy? Is that you? I cannot believe it. You dress like that? In school you looked like a homeless librarian. Nice abs and legs." The girls giggled and teased.
"I've been trying. My parents are very strict." I shot back angrily.
