Heather River is the perfect girl. She is gorgeous, popular and every girl wants to be her friend and every boy her boyfriend. The girl is also the star of the basketball team. Ever since she first took part in sports it was obvious that the young woman is the best her college has. Her body is muscular as a result of her exercises and yet retained a good degree of curviness, with 38DD breasts and a very thick, round ass which she proudly displayed, having earned it through hundreds upon hundreds of squats. Dozens of sport trophies were won by the school due to her diligence and talent. She is also the captain of the swim team and has won many awards in that sport for the school as well. One trophy the girl has not won, however, is Alan Edison.
The boy has no idea that he, the dorkiest, yet very adorable, fellow in their college, is the target of the hot, athletic queen bee. Why would Alan, who spends his time studying in the library when the jocks are at parties with people who are not as popular as they are, but are far higher up the social ladder than him? He has no reason indeed, to think of himself as being a potential object of desire for a girl as hot as Heather, except for his cuteness, which he does not realize he has going for him. Indeed, Alan Edison has always been clueless, though his cluelessness is about to cease existing.
Heather desires Alan Edison for many reasons. His clean shaved face, his timid smile, his coquettish movements and his squirming when she and her friends, who by the way TOTALLY (sarcastic eye-roll) know nothing about her feelings, smirk at him, and not to mention his blush which basically make her neither region soaked... God, she could orgasm right here just picturing him on his knees at her feet, with his pretty face pressed against her pussy, his tongue inside her, probing, licking, taking her to new heights of pleasure. He is the trophy she will claim for herself, when the opportunity comes.
And the opportunity did arrive, in eventuality. There was to be a swim meet hosted at their college. Heather just couldn't pass up on the chance. Everyone was encouraging her on the week before. Her teammates cheered on their captain as she trained relentlessly. Laps after laps she swum each day. Her younger brothers had dragged Alan to see swim practice per her instructions, as Heather intended to observe him from the pool as he sat on the bleachers. She was impressed by how the boy did not try to stare at her cleavage or drool, but acted politely as he always does, but doesn't not stop sending him very mischievous smirks every now and then, whenever he chanced to look her way, causing the young boy to blush madly.
Eventually, two days before the competition, Heather walked up to Alan Edison with her two best friends, Ray and Allison, in tow. "Hi, Alan. Good to see you here today. Don't you want to wish me any good luck for the swim tournament?" Heather asked him.
The shorter boy slowly replied, shyly, "You're too good to need any luck." Allison smiled at his sweetness, knowing it's the main reason her best friend is so madly in love with him and willing to do whatever it takes to have the boy for her own.
His words caused the popular girl to grin as she says "If I win, do you think I should get whatever trophy I want?" Heather's friends were now snickering, knowing what the blond bombshell wants is the boy she was talking to, right then and right there.
"Sure," was Alan's oblivious reply, as he slowly looks down at his feet shyly. Perfect.
"So you will be mine, then?" the boy was immediately spluttering. Allison and Ray giggled.She continued. "You said I should get whatever I want if I win, and I want you, Alan. Therefore, if I win, I will have you."