Brenda was about to make history in her own, very small way. Small only because her town was barely more than a border for two neighboring cities, offering more traffic than tourists, or students for that matter. Her parents had kept her in the one-building school her whole life. With classes small enough to know everyone's entire family history, it wasn't hard to break records.
Her record of choice -- the all-time scoring title in basketball. She was a natural shooter with height over many of her guy friends and a versatile move set from a distance. Records for three-pointers, free throws made, and game-winning shots were already hers as appetizers, but she was hungry. She wanted more.
Brenda also knew that she was clumsy. Driving was difficult when there were five other girls trying to stop her with their tiny mouse feet. Even so, she was determined -- this was her senior year, and she was freshly eighteen. Time was running out.
As desperate as she was, she was willing to rely on help -- enter her best guy friend, Rodney. He was very small and fast, using his surprising strength to just edge around a lazy center for a lay-up time after time. He was waiting for her on the hardwood with his usual uneven, rugged smile as she entered the echoing gym to the sound of a ball going cleanly through a net.
"Hey, Amazon," he said with his blue eyes sparkling at her presence. She felt slow as she approached him, like her legs couldn't cover the distance in the time she had left. "Ready to get those wheels in shape?"
"Yeah, let me change clothes real quick. Locker rooms open?"
"Nope, but the hallway is empty, I bet."
She nodded and worked her way towards the small hallway that led to the locker rooms. Now after school, only the interior doors remained unlocked, and the locker room had a not-so-secret exit to a back alley.
Brenda was used to a lack of privacy. For her, it was nothing to unbutton her school uniform in the hallway, revealing the red sports bra underneath. Never shy for compliments, the hungry eyes of men and women alike often reminded her of how annoying her sizable breasts truly were. Those that ogled never had to play basketball with these supposed fun bags.
Her green skirt dropped next to reveal her tight thighs and ass, only superficially concealed by an aqua blue thong.
What Brenda didn't see was Rodney poking his head into the window in the door to the gym, his pale skin going positively ghastly. His blue eyes almost widened out of his skull as he stared with a mixture of guilt and infatuation. They had the same birthday, just celebrating their eighteenth together, and ever since, he'd looked at his friend differently. She had more curves than he remembered, and he felt like a bolt of lightning anytime he thought about them.
As she turned with her white tank top falling into place over her head, he ducked like a caught raccoon and skittered away, quickly grabbing a basketball. His legs felt weak as he ran, and as he looked down, he saw why in a big way.
