No one under 18 has sex in this story.
She brought her arms down, crossing them as she grabbed the front of her tight, green tube top up (I love women so much, even the simple manner of taking off a top. Guys pull from the neck or shoulders. Straight off, for speed, perhaps). Smiling ever so slightly. Her big, erect nipples obviously indicated her bra was absent. Slowly, seductively pulling her top, momentarily catching on her chin and long hair. Then tugged free, and those beauties of my dreams bounced once, twice, thrice, before settling 18" from my face. I wasn't aware I groaned outwardly but Andria had heard and it made her hornier., if possible.
Finally, I was viewing her......................
Just a tease. Anyone wanting to skip the preamble and go to the good stuff; go to my journal entry when I turn 18.
For you who are staying on, thank you. It is a little wordy but I believe it helps explain so much.
All of my current thoughts and musings are in Italics.
Some actual Diary/Journal entries will appear in my story.
This is a true story, my story; or, it is a true story told to me by a relative, friend, passing stranger, or a fellow traveler in an airport/bus or train station. It could even be told from a deceased relative passed on by Grandparent to Grandparent.
I am telling this story from the male perspective, but I could easily be a woman and all the situations are switched. I am being evasive because I don't want you to find out my true identity.
This is a story about Love, Love Lost, Redemption, and Being Bullied.
My grandfather, papa Bob, was the first to call me Harry. He warned that I may get teased i.e. hairy arms; hairy legs; hairy head; hairy eggs. It helped that he made it funny.
​I got bullied a lot growing up. If it wasn't for my name, it could have been: my small size; shy nature, bordering on introverted; speech impediment; or, any other number of things in the mind of the bully.
That mostly changed in high school where I had two large growth spurts. In one of these spurts, I grew 12". I did have growing pains in my knees, but it was a small price to pay for the respect I earned.
Coaches noticed my new size, 6'6" and were all clamouring for me to join their respective teams. I was always partial to football (or, soccer. I am using the US as my template, but it could be any country in the world).
During one game, Alex (one of my tormentors from an earlier grade) received the ball for the opposing team. I snapped when I recognized him. I don't know exactly what happened, but next I knew, Alex was being carted off the field on a stretcher. I got a penalty (yellow flag or yellow card). Coach actually looked pleased and told me "play with controlled violence". Coach would learn to push my buttons i.e. slapping and punching--and this was from my own teammates. This brought out my intensity. Scouts were starting to notice.
Girls were also noticing. Girls started to ask me out (I was too shy to ask them). One girl, Didi, I was rude to and bluntly told her "No!" (she was also a former bully). I did accept a date to a school dance from Melany. She was pretty and we were having a good time. I was showing off my football feet to the fast songs.
However, a slow dance made it more awkward as I was head and shoulders taller than Melany. While she snuggled in tight to my chest, I could only stare straight ahead--into the eyes of Rhia. Rhia (another former bully) came over and asked me to dance. I said "Piss off" (or Fuck off). As it turned out, Melany and Rhia were friends. The date was basically over then on.
The following is an actual entry from my journal:
Gonzaga (or Tottenham Hot Spurs or Pago Pago youth--I love these funny names) offers me a scholarship. I tour the campus. Cassie shows me around the campus. She is a little older. She is gorgeous with shoulder length blonde (red, brunette) hair highlighting her blue (or other colour) eyes. Her stunning booty and big breasts fill out a wonderful physique. (her D breasts make me think I really like that letter now. I use to stutter over "D" words)
Cassie is flirting. She is laughing at my lame jokes and touching me often. Cassie is making my college choice simple. I am simply smitten with her.
Cassie told me if I sign the letter of intent, she would come to Senior Prom with me. Hell Ya. Where do I sign?
Senior Prom
Taking Cassie to the Prom was a dream come true. I placed my corsage on her strap-less, blue dress. It enhanced her natural breasts. They bounced so deliciously. She was a picture of perfection even down to her shoes (if I describe her shoes, it will give away my sex).
At the end she kissed me but since I wasn't 18, we didn't go any further.
After I got home, I received a photo on my phone. It was a picture of a naked torso. Big, pear shaped breasts with silver dollar size areolas capped by 3/4" erect nipples were posed prominently. On the shoulder was my pink corsage. "Sweet dreams" she typed.
July 6th
First day of 2 a day practice. In the locker room, Joe laughed when I took the tape off my thigh that held my cock in place (this is my only reference to my cock size). Of course, I snapped. Coach Robbins pulled us apart asking "What started this?" Joe said he was impressed with my package and he was envious. Joe said "I was laughing at the thought of all the pussy I could get with that monster". That broke the ice. We became friends.
September
I haven't seen Cassie. Joe asks why I'm so sad. I tell him about Cassie. Joe asks if I'm hung up about 'Killer Cassie'. He describes Cassie and says she's a recruiter. Famous for leading recruits on to sign. Her successful strategy is not to sleep with them, but cock tease them into signing.
I said she went to prom with me. Joe said that was unusual, "You must have been a tougher 'nut' to crack. Joe laughed at his own pun remark.
Mid September
I am still a virgin. Cassie has soured me on women. The groupies around the team are too easy. Football is a full-time job and then there is school on top of that.
18th Birthday
October--My Junior Year
A day after my 18th birthday I return to my room and there is Cassie sitting on my bed.
H What are you doing here?
C I came to see you. I wanted to see you.