This story begins in 2009. It was my senior year of high school. This story is not your typical boy-meets-girl story. In fact, it does not get there until much later. Her name is Fancy. This is her story.
In my last year of high school, I had two classes with Fancy, whom I did not know that much. We sat on different sides of the classroom. We had different sets of friends. However, on the rare occasion that she crossed over to my side of the world, or I would hear her voice, she had a bubbly, friendly demeanor. She was shorter than me, with a busty chest, and a pretty smile. What brought us together was... you guessed it. My love for writing. She read some of my work.
"You're a little freak, are you, Chad?" She said.
I shrugged sheepishly. We eventually became friends. Except for the occasional cleavage peek, I had little to no sexual feelings or lust for her. That was all about to change.
Fancy read my stories as a high school horn dog regularly. I got amused by how much she got taken aback by my material. I read her facial expression as she was reading. It was like she was innocent.
"Chad, you could do this stuff for real," She said, impressed.
Looking back at it, they were not that good.
"Thanks," I replied.
I thought about her (and other girls that I showed my early work to). It was like that side of their mind was not activated yet. It intrigued me.
After we graduated high school, she went to college in another city while I stayed in town. Due to social media, we stayed in touch. A few years later, I was a junior in college going to the library, when I saw her...
It wasn't much. She had on sweatpants and a hoodie from our old high school. But there was something about her. She was more confident, more womanly. I could tell there was a metamorphosis in her. She waved to me from her seat in the computer lab.
"Miss Fancy. What's up, girl?" I said, with a warm smile.
"Hey, Chad." We hugged shortly. In that embrace, I felt her softness and smelled a beautiful scent to her in those few seconds. I had every intention to go to the library to study that day, but something distracted me as I looked at her breasts peeking through that hoodie.
"So, you go here now?" I said.
"Yeah, transferred," She said.
"Word? Welcome. What'd you transfer for?" I questioned, tilting my head.
"Yeah, law."
"Damn, I figured you'd be a lawyer. All them times in government class... my God," I joked. She smiled.
"Still writing?" She asked.
"Always," I said, smiling. Every little thing she did was more attractive now than before. We spent an hour talking, laughing, and catching up. Before I knew it, it was time for my next class. I looked at her face. She licked her lips. I wanted her to do one last thing before I left...
"Can you lick your lips for me?" I said, semi-embarrassed of my fetish. She knew of it. After a few seconds, she quickly licked them.
"Slowly..." I said, increasingly hornier, as my penis got hard.
And she did, beginning my lust for the woman I called Miss Fancy.
She would send me pictures of her lips every so often. One day on campus, I felt a vibration in my pants.
