Two years I'd been dating Sarah, two wonderful years. We'd been each other's only friend throughout high school and I finally worked up the courage to ask her out after we graduated. She was a shy girl, bullied most of her life by all of the so-called popular kids.
When she was younger, it was her ginger hair or her weight that she was picked on for. Then puberty hit her hard, filling out her chest so fast she was buying new bras almost every other week. People said the worst things about her, implying her larger breasts meant she was a whore or that she'd already been with a hundred guys.
I knew she was really a pure girl, a pure tormented soul just like me. We didn't need anyone else to make it through high school and we wouldn't need anyone else to make it through the rest of our lives!
Sarah went on to study nursing at university like the kind spirit she was, but I focused on finding a job. I knew if I could work my way to a job that played well enough we could start our lives together, with just the two of us.
It had been a hard start to our new relationship, our hours in the day never seemed to line up as she studied and I worked whatever job I could get. We sneaked in what time we could together, with late night phone calls and the occasional dinner date. It was hard being apart for so long, but the longing only strengthened our love for each other.
Now I finally had a job that played well enough to support both of us. We both moved out of our homes and into an apartment. It was close to the university, which was great for Sarah because neither of us could drive yet. Even though it would take me three buses to get to work, I was happy just knowing we were living together.
My long hours and her studies would still take up our time, but we would be spending every night together from now on. I was anxious but excited to finally consummate our love after waiting all this time and after spending our first wonderful night together, I would make things official. I already had the ring, and I already knew we'd spend our lives together. This time tomorrow Sarah will be my fiancée.
"That's the last of them." I told her, wiping the sweat off my brow as I finished bringing in our moving boxes.
"Thanks for bringing them all in, Liam, you're the best boyfriend ever!" Sarah exclaimed from the couch.
Sarah didn't like pet names, not after everything she'd been called in school, so we referred to each other by our first names. I would have liked to use something cute or sweet, but I understood why she was against it.
I watched her, lying down on the couch with her head in a nursing textbook. She'd been through quite the transformation these past few years, slimming down to a much more shapely form. Her weight had never bothered me, but Sarah said her course had inspired her to take better care of her body.
I stared at her plump ass pressed tight against her leggings, but felt too guilty to linger on it. She was always the most beautiful girl to me, but now I was sure any guy would agree she looked amazing. As her body slimmed down, her breasts remained the same size, always pressing tight against the new shirts she wore.
I moved to lie down next to her, cuddling the love of my life and gently kissing her neck.
"You're so beautiful." I told her. "Maybe you could take a study break and we could break in the new bed?"
"You'll have to wait for tonight mister!" She told me with a smile on her face. "I want to make sure everything is perfect before we make love together."
She was right of course, I was being impatient. Our first time needed to be a magical moment and there wasn't any rush, we had the rest of our lives to spend together.
I leaned closer to kiss her lips, but was stopped by the sudden knocking at our door.
"Were we expecting anyone?" It wasn't like we had any friends to invite to a housewarming, who could it be?
"Could you go check? Maybe it's the neighbour's saying hello?"
I wish I had just stayed there, lying with Sarah until the knocking stopped. Instead, I went to the front door, opening our lives to the man that was behind it.
"Hey guys, long time no see"
Just the sound of his voice sent chills down my spine. He'd put on even more muscle since high school, showing off his arms with a white wife beater. The tight shorts he wore left little to the imagination with the large bulge pushing out of them. His face and body may have matured, but I'd never forget the sound of his voice.
"What are you doing here Callum." I said firmly, without any of the fear I would have once had.
"Relax dweeb, I'm not going to pants you or make you drink out of the toilet like I used to. I've changed since school."
That wide grin on his face told me otherwise, the bastard couldn't have changed that much. He enjoyed watching me squirm as he brought up my past humiliations, but I wasn't about to take it now.
"Well it was nice to see you but we're busy!" I tried to push the door shut on him but he fought back, keeping it open with a casual ease.
"Who's that Liam?" Sarah asked, walking over to the door.
I looked back to explain when I realised how revealing her clothes currently were. Her tight black leggings had ridden up as she was lying on the couch and now they pressed tight into her crotch. She was probably too innocent to be aware of it, but she was flashing her camel toe to Callum plain as day.
Almost as bad was the tight low cut top she had on, the shirt didn't quite fit her and her cleavage poured out of it. I was happy she was comfortable dressing like that around me, but I hated the idea of Callum getting to see it.
"God damn ginger tits, why didn't you look this good back in high school? Maybe you wouldn't had to have ended up with this loser." He laughed, pushing his way through the door while putting me on the back. "Just teasing of course, you're both great together and this is a real nice place."
Names like ginger tits were the reason Sarah had trouble being intimate. Now Callum was here acting like all his bullying was just one big joke.
"We were actually still moving in, how did you find where we lived?"
Callum walked right past us and slammed his butt down on the couch, causing all of Sarah's books to go flying off.
"I was going to visit both of you individually, but your family told me you had just moved out." He put his dirty feel up on the couch with him, leaning back as we both stood flabbergasted. "Do you mind getting me a drink, I wanted to give you guys an apology."
The nerve of this man to barge into our home and demand a drink! I was about to scream at him to get out when I heard Sarah reply.
"Of course, what can we get you?" She smiled at him with that genuine kindness I'd only ever seen on her.
"A bourbon or whisky would be great."
"No problem! I'll get a glass ready and can you grab that bottle of whisky your dad gave us Liam?"
That bottle was one of the most expensive things we owned! We weren't really big drinkers, but I wasn't about to give the man who tormented us our best drink.
"Maybe some soft drink would be better, it's a bit early to start drinking."
"Nonsense, it's not a work day. Besides, it's not like we were going to have it anyways." Sarah was bending over to open the box with our glasses in it, giving Callum a perfect view of her hanging breasts.
