For some reason I was always a slow developer. Not mentally, mind you, but physically. My mind is as sharp as anyone's and better than most. Physically, however, I've always been a little slow. The doctors had no idea why but did point out that I was making all the required checkpoints, just a little slower than would be expected.
The net effect of this was that at seventeen I was shorter than most and very lightweight where my physique was concerned. Seeing most boys stop growing around age sixteen, except for adding some beef to their bodies, I was resigned to being perpetually small. It wouldn't have been so bad if the rest of my family hadn't been so tall. Even my mother was taller than me.
It turned out that I had one late growth spurt still to come. (See what I mean. Even my final growth spurt was slow to arrive.) About a month before the end of the school year I started eating everything in sight and hunting around in case some food was in hiding. This ravenousness continued for the rest of the school year and right over the long school break, with me featuring as the all devouring monster, desperate to feed my growth.
By the time my final school year started I was eighteen, I'd gained an astounding six inches in height, and put on some considerable beef. My parents had been a little upset at my sudden spurt and had me checked out by our friendly doctor. He wasn't at all surprised, it seemed. Whatever had stopped me growing at the normal rate had also caused my growth plates to remain active. His opinion was that they were closing now but I could expect some additional growth over the next couple of years, although nothing like the spurt I'd just had. His estimate was that I'd finish up an inch or so over six feet with the muscular to match.
When I was the weedy little runt I'd undertaken martial arts courses, knowing that it was the little guys who'd get bullied at school. My Sensei worked with me over the long break, ensuring I adjusted to my new body in a graceful way. I wasn't going to grow tall just to be regarded as a stumble-foot.
The upshot of all this was that when I went back to school hardly anyone recognised me. Sure, the guys I hung around with over the holidays knew me, but they'd had a chance to see the changes taking place. Everybody else seemed to think I was a new student.
I had some fun with the new me. Almost as soon as I walked in the door the coach spotted me. He's always on the lookout for new talent.
"Excuse me, son," he said. "I'm Coach Higgins. Will you be trying out for the team? You're the sort of person I'm looking for."
By the team the coach meant the football team. As far as he was concerned all other teams were irrelevant.
"You want me to try for your team?" I asked. "You've always insisted that I didn't have a hope in hell of making it and not to bother you. That's why I joined the Martial Arts team."
"What the fuck are you on about?" he asked, surprised. "Why the hell would I have rejected you? What's your name, anyway?"
"I'm Nathan Janson, Coach. I've been at this school for years and you've been teaching me for years."
He looked me up and down, finally registering the familiar face in the unfamiliar body.
"What? But you're. . ." He broke off and waved his hand at a height indicating how tall I should be.
"Late growth spurt, Coach," I told him. "Ah, look, I have to be going."
I ducked around him and went on my way, smiling smugly. Didn't want me on the team, uh? I was willing to wager that he was already considering ploys to get me to try out.
I found I was also getting a lot more female attention than I used to. It wasn't that girls used to be rude to me. It was more that they tended to fail to even see the skinny little bloke wandering around. Now they had spotted a tall, hefty, and not unhandsome boy, and were showing signs of interest.
How did I respond to this flattering attention? I was scared stiff. I didn't know how to talk to girls. I'd never had to do it. A couple of girls would come simpering up to me, breasts bouncing, and all sense left me, leaving me a tongue-tied idiot. This seemed to encourage some of them.
One of the advantages of being in your final school year is that you have a number of free periods to study and do assignments, and there are rooms set aside for us to use. I was using one of these rooms just after the lunch break one day when a couple of girls walked into the room. Fair enough, I suppose, as anyone could use them as long as they didn't distract the other students.
Where Bethany and Amanda were concerned they were an automatic distraction to any boy. They were both blonde, sexy, and knew how to make the most of their school uniforms to emphasise their figures. Nothing so blatant as to break the dress code but they certainly bent it all out of shape. Like me they were eighteen and in their last year. I hadn't known that they had a free period that matched one of mine.
I, naïve young man that I am, assumed that they would sit at some other table to do their studying. Not to be. They sat at my table, not across from me but next to me, one on either side.
"Nathan," Bethany said. I should say purred, as she sounded like the kitten that had a bowl of cream. "How nice to see you."
"Um, likewise, Bethany, Amanda," I mumbled. "I didn't know we had the same free period."
"There's probably a lot of things you don't know about us," Amanda told me. "Just as there's a lot about you that we don't know."
"Um, I guess," I admitted.
"You seem to have grown a great deal since last year," Bethany purred. "If I thought of you I'd have thought of a little boy. Not so little now, are you?"
"Ah, no. Late developer, I guess."
"Grown all over, have you?" asked Amanda, and I gave her a confused look.
"Ah, what?"
The girls looked at each other and Bethany shrugged.
"A total innocent," she said with a smile. "We'll have to check for ourselves."
Next thing I knew the rotten bitches were unzipping me and sending little hands inside my trousers. My cock was dragged out into the light and it was just naturally reacting to having a couple of girls observing and holding it. It went from flaccid to full erection in the time it took them to drag it free.
"Leave it," snapped Amanda when I hastily tried to put my cock back in my pants, slapping at my hands and holding firmly to my erection.
"Definitely grown in that area would be my guess," said Bethany with a giggle. "We have another question for you. How adventurous are you?"
As far as I was concerned it was time for another, "What?"
The girls giggled, dipped their hands into a pocket on their tunics and each brought out a scrap of material. Dangling them I could see they were both holding a pair of panties.
"These are our panties. The question is, are they the panties that we're supposed to be wearing or spare pairs? What do you think?"
Like I said. Rotten bitches. Were they wearing panties or not? Of course they were, I assured myself. No way they'd go commando in school. Besides, all I had to do was lift the front of their tunics to check. Not even that. I could slip a hand under their tunics. They couldn't really object seeing they still held my cock, a cock that was feeling bigger and harder than ever. Did I dare slide my hands under their tunics and go the grope?
Not quite, it turned out. I reached for Amanda and chickened out at the last moment. She giggled and I felt myself growing angry. I lifted the front of her tunic high enough to check for panties. She had her legs closed so I couldn't really see much but I could see that she shave her mons because there were no panties to block the view.
