The New Girl 29

The New Girl

(Written in March 2025)

Mark dashed through the school hallways... he didn't want to be late for the first class of the semester. He enters the classroom right as Mr. Nichols is about to close the door and sits at an empty desk in the back. Mark needed to do well in the second half of his senior year to get into a Uni taking late applications... mediocre grades were not going to cut it. As he thought about his academic future, Mark saw a tall blonde enter the classroom. She was stunning -- tall, with a young Britney Spears sort of look. Mark had never laid eyes on her before, and was taken aback when she did not sit next to any of the popular kids and walked to his desk instead.

"Hi! I'm Amber!" she said in a friendly manner.

"Hi! I'm Mark, nice to meet you!"

"Would you mind if I sit down?"

"Of course not!" Mark responded, taking his backpack from the other chair on his desk.

"Thank you, Mark! I'm new to the school, and it's great to meet someone nice like you!"

Before Mark could answer, Mr. Nichols demanded that everyone be quiet so he could start the math lesson. Mark was distracted the whole class, stealing quick glances of Amber. Despite her lack of makeup, she was gorgeous. Straight blonde hair cut slightly above her shoulders, blue eyes, perfect smile... She wore a form-fitting, sporty zipper sweatshirt, tight jeans cut above her ankles, and old running shoes. With thick thighs and strong arms, Amber had an athletic build, not particularly curvy. Mark didn't mind in the slightest... He was quite skinny himself, only weighing 125lbs in his 5'7 frame. Still, he spent many evenings fantasizing about rolling in bed with ladies who had meat on their bones...

"And that is all for today!" Mr. Nichols called, cutting through his daydream.

"What's your next class, Mark?" Amber asked, smiling.

"American history... not my favorite," Mark replied with a grin.

"Cool, it's my next class too. We can walk together to class and sit next to each other again!" Amber said enthusiastically.

Mark couldn't believe his luck -- two classes with Amber!

"Sure thing, Amber! Why'd you change schools so late in the year?" Mark asked with genuine curiosity, as he realized just how tall Amber was... she must have been at least 5'10, definitely taller than him. He never had a crush on a girl taller than him before, but he certainly wasn't opposed...

"My parents had to move... my father is in the military, the Marines, and he got stationed nearby."

"That must suck, having to move in your senior year..."

"I'm used to it... had to move schools a lot... but I always like making new friends!" Amber answered with a smile.

"What do you like doing for fun?" Mark asked with genuine curiosity, hoping they'd have some common interests and a reason to hang out more...

"I'm really into sports! I love playing basketball! And I love swimming! I was on the swim team in my last high school... How about you, Mark? Good at any sports?"

Mark was not... he was thin, not built for sports. He wore a baggy hoodie and loose jeans, and his skinny frame wouldn't be obvious to Amber... but there was no point lying, as she would soon realize his lack of athleticism...

"Not really... but if you'd ever want to play some pick-up basketball, I'd be game! And I'd definitely love to watch you swim sometime!" Mark responded excitedly... before realizing he was probably sounding a little too eager, a little too soon...

"Maybe sometime, Mark!" Amber chuckled as they sat in the History classroom.

I totally blew it, Mark thought... She'll think I'm a perv now, wanting to see her in a swimsuit...

"I just realized I forgot my shoulder bag in the other room, Mark! Too distracted chatting with you, I didn't even notice how we got here... Could you help me go back quickly and get my bag?"

Hoping this might redeem him and make him look like a nice guy, Mark quickly replied, standing up, "Don't worry, Amber. I'll run there, get your bag, and be back in a minute. The bell is about to go off!"

"You don't have to, Mark!"

"Don't worry; it's the least I can do for being so distracting!" Mark replied humorously, and off he went, not waiting for an answer...

"Thank you, Mark!"

He ran to Mr. Nichols' classroom and quickly found Amber's navy blue shoulder bag. It was sleek and sporty. As he ran back to History class, some kids noticed Mark had a girl's bag in his hands and smirked... Mark didn't care, he was happy to be useful to his hot new friend.

Mark handed her the bag, but there was no time to chat before the lesson got underway. He was distracted the whole class again, trying to admire Amber furtively. Even her large, well-proportioned hands held his gaze, mindlessly tapping on the desk, her well-trimmed nails lacking polish... Mark also noticed Amber dangling her sneaker off her white-socked foot, and couldn't help but to steal quick glimpses...

When the class finally ended, Amber turned to Mark...

"I don't have classes for a few hours... I'm going to check out the gym."

"I have geography now..." Mark answered and then continued, "I never got to tell things I like to do..."

"Yeah, what do you like to do, Mark my boy?" Amber replied playfully.

"I'm really into gaming..." Mark hoped Amber was into games too...

"What kind of games?"

"I'm into retro games... like 90s games... especially fighting games!"

"Oh really! I like some fighting games too!" Amber said enthusiastically...

"Street Fighter 2 is my favorite!"

"That is an oldie... I never played it, but I like Street Fighter 5 a lot!"

"That's awesome, Amber! I have SF5 too, but haven't played it as much."

"We should play together sometime!" Amber said, smiling.

"That'd be great! Would you like to play today after school?" Mark asked excitedly.

"Sure, why not! I got nothing going on later today..."

"Perfect, we can go to my place after class!"

Mark had to leave for his next class, and they said goodbye for now. He was elated and had trouble focusing for the rest of the school day. He couldn't wait for that final bell...

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Amber and Mark met outside school at 3 pm. It was a perfect January afternoon in South Florida -- sunny, none of the usual humidity, a breezy 70°F.

"My place is just 20 minutes away... would you like to walk back and skip the school bus?" Mark asked.

"Sure... the weather is so perfect! And I'd love to see more of the area!"

They connected instantly, chatting about games, Amber's sports, friends, school, and the classes giving them the most trouble... With her long legs and athletic stride, Amber moved faster without trying, and he would audibly puff, trying to keep up. She glanced back and slowed down.

"No need for me to rush... I'm not in a hurry today!" She quipped, smirking.

At the end of their walk, they entered Mark's empty house.

"My parents won't be back until around 8 pm... we can just play in the living room," Mark said, leading her inside.

Amber settled onto the big couch while Mark grabbed refreshments. He joined her, booted up the PS4, and they started playing.

"I really like playing with the ladies in this game... Chun-Li, Juri, Laura... they are so powerful and strong!" Amber exclaimed enthusiastically.

"Yeah... they are cool... I play with Chun-Li sometimes. But I am more of a Ryu guy... Haaadooooken!" Mark replied jokingly.

They went a few rounds. Amber held her own, but Mark -- new to SF5, but much more experienced with Street Fighter overall -- easily won the first couple of games. Hoping she wouldn't lose interest in the game, or in hanging out with him, he started to play slightly below his full ability, letting most matches stay close and allowing Amber to win some. She lit up with every win, dishing out light teasing... "Now you see what these legs can do to you, Evil Ryu!!" Amber exclaimed... In their last versus game, Amber beat Mark with Chun-Li.

"That was a good spinning bird kick!" Amber boasted, laughing.

"Indeed! You are really good at Street Fighter, Amber! I'm having trouble keeping up!" The compliment was honest, but Mark was downplaying his real skill.

"Thanks, Mark! You are great yourself!" Amber replied, smiling, as she playfully bumped knees with Mark.

"Would you like to play against the computer for a bit, taking turns? Defeat the evil Bison?" Mark asked.

"Sure, I haven't finished the game yet... maybe we can do it together!" Amber replied, eyes shining.

They started taking turns in single-player. The room was getting kind of warm (his parents had the AC turned off in January), and Amber took off her sweatshirt, revealing a loose-fitting white t-shirt underneath. Despite also feeling hot, Mark didn't take off his hoodie... he was a bit embarrassed about his diminutive size next to Amber and didn't want her thinking he was a wimp -- at least not until they were closer.

Mark was focused on his match when Amber placed her arm on the couch cushion behind his head. She seemed very relaxed watching him play. Her bicep came into view -- solid, thicker than his, but not ripped. Just strong... He also caught the scent of Amber's sweat. It made him realize that he hadn't noticed any perfume on her, now or earlier in the day. Most girls use too much perfume, and he liked that Amber didn't... at least today. He didn't mind her natural smell at all. It was his first time hanging out with such a hot girl alone, so close... He imagined Amber bringing her arm forward, resting it on his shoulders... his musing distracted him, and he lost the first round.

"Ha... I need to save us this time, Marky-Mark! Good that I am so skilled with Jury!" Amber boasted teasingly.

As she focused on the game, Amber reclined on the couch, kicked off her sneakers, and stretched her legs, placing her socked feet on the coffee table. This really distracted Mark, as he had a secret he never told anyone... he had a huge foot fetish. Mark found girls' feet incredibly sexy, and he imagined kissing or even licking them in a myriad scenarios... Seeing Amber's feet plopped on his living room table, he couldn't help sneaking peeks... "Hope she doesn't notice and thinks I'm a weirdo," he thought. The sight of her feet, stretching and un-stretching, turned him on like crazy... "Wish she would take off those socks..." He daydreamed, as he caught their faint musky scent from across the couch...

"Great to finally see the ending! It was really fun to hang out, Mark!" Amber interrupted enthusiastically.

"I really enjoyed hanging out, Amber! Hope we can do it again soon! It's so cool that you like fighting games!"

"Yeah! I've never been into girly things! Always been a big tomboy... sports and video games. Haha"

"There is something I wanted to tell you... Tomorrow is my 18th birthday... I don't have any plans because it's a school day -- I will be hanging out with some friends this weekend... Would you like to come over tomorrow and play games again? It would be awesome if you could come to my birthday party this weekend too..."

"That'd be awesome, Mark! I'd love to come over tomorrow for more SF action! But I won't be able to join this weekend... I am going to Miami with some girlfriends... It's also my 18th birthday, and I need to celebrate!"

"Wow, what a crazy coincidence... we're almost the exact same age!"

"Yeah, weird how the universe works, haha... well, I have to go now."

Amber said goodbye to Mark with a strong hug... He was over the moon to be friends with such a hottie.

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The next school day was a blur for Mark... He had no classes with Amber, but still spent most of the day thinking about her visit later on... Turning 18 barely crossed his mind! After the last bell, Mark headed home quickly. Amber's classes had ended an hour earlier, so they wouldn't be walking together this time. She texted him that she'd get to his place around 3:30 pm... so when he got home around 3:10, Mark quickly organized his living room and cleaned a bit, making sure everything looked good for his friend. Still in his hoodie and baggy pants, Mark wasn't ready to let Amber see how scrawny he really was.

As 3:40 rolled around, he finally heard the doorbell...

"Hi, Mark! Happy birthday!" Amber cheered, giving him a big hug. "I'm no good at baking, so I brought a delicious mini-chocolate cake from Whole Foods to celebrate your birthday! Hope you like it!" Amber said, showing Mark the little cake she was holding.

"You didn't have to... thanks, Amber! You are so sweet! Do you want to play some games before we eat the cake?"

"Sure!"

And off they went to the living room... Today, Amber wore a loose, long-sleeved sweatshirt, which hid her form ("booo," Mark grumbled internally), but her capri jeans revealed her big calves... even more importantly, Amber was wearing flip-flop sandals. Her feet -- probably size ten, he guessed -- matched her height nicely. Well-proportioned, with cute toes and immaculately trimmed (but unpainted) nails. Mark got hard the instant he saw those bare feet... those thick calves... but his loose pants let him adjust discreetly.

"Do you want to show me any of those old games you like?" Amber asked.

"Sure thing, Amber!" And off they went exploring all of his favorite old Genesis games... Streets of Rage 2, Sonic 2, Street Fighter 2... Today, instead of sitting next to Mark on the big sofa, Amber lounged on a small loveseat, positioned perpendicular to the big couch and the TV. Her calves were propped on one of the armchairs, and she spent most of the time dangling her sandals. Saying this got Mark's attention would be the understatement of the year... Still, he was also having a good time going through his old favorites with Amber, bantering like buddies on his birthday... Mark felt like he was finally living!

As it got closer to 6, Amber asked, "Want to boot up Street Fighter 5 for a bit? I bet I could beat you today!" she teased.

"Sure thing, Boss!" Mark quipped back.

They went a few rounds. Amber was definitely getting better, so Mark didn't feel he needed to let her win... she even won one game, fair and square with Jury! "Ah, take that little Ryu!" she exclaimed humorously.

After a few games, Amber asked with a smirk, "What if we added some stakes to this game??"

"How so?" Mark answered, intrigued...

"How about this... the winner gets to ask the loser to do something..."

"Like a dare? Sounds fair!"

"Yeah, like a dare... so, what would you like, birthday boy? Pick wisely, this could be your big opportunity!" Amber continued in a joking tone.

The mix of Amber's sweetness, his birthday high, and how badly he was drawn to her sparked a bold idea... a boldness he never had in his life before, "Ok, so... if I win, I'd like for you to give me a kiss... in the lips." His voice faltered towards the end, as his confidence started to decrease...

"Wow, Mark...that is very forward of you... didn't realize you liked me like that..." Amber said, smirking.

"Oh so sorry, Amber... Not sure what got into me... You don't have to kiss me if you don't want to, bet or no bet."

"Don't worry, Marky-boy... I stand by my terms. It won't be so bad to kiss you, I find you kind of cute, too... And it's your birthday!"

Mark's heart was racing a mile an hour hearing those words...

"Ok, so... if, on the other hand, I win the match, I'd like for you to massage my feet." Amber smiled and looked Mark in the eyes as she said that, then continued, "I hear that foot massages can be quite pain relieving and relaxing, and my tootsies been walking a lot the last couple of days... They'd love to feel the touch of your soft hands..." she added with a grin.

Mark's heart skipped... He blinked.... Did she really just ask him to massage her feet? Did he just die and get to heaven? It's hard to overstate the level of adrenaline flowing through Mark for the first few seconds after Amber's proposal...

"Ok, sure thing, Amber! If I win, we kiss... if you win, I massage your feet. Seems like a totally fair arrangement!" Mark finally managed to respond, trying his best to sound clever.

"Good Marky... you are so cute," Amber said, amusement in her voice.

Mark booted the game... he picked Ryu, and Amber picked Laura, the voluptuous Brazilian capoeira fighter... Mark wasn't sure what he wanted... did he want to kiss Amber ("She's so pretty," he told himself) or did he want to massage her feet, fulfilling a fantasy of many years... In the first round, Mark played his best to win and, despite his distracted state, easily beat Amber... Amber seemed a lot more focused on the second round... still, Mark was ahead until he decided that he wanted a little more time to figure out what to do... he failed to connect a few moves on purpose, and Amber easily capitalized to tie the match.

The third round begins... Mark starts very strong, connects a few punches, and even hits Amber with his super combo... but Amber starts to play really well and rallies until they're both down to about 10% of their energy bars... "It's the moment of truth," he told himself... in her relentless aggression, Amber left an opening for Mark to KO her, but he did not press the button... A second later, Amber's Laura finishes Ryu with a roundhouse kick to the face.

"Take that patriarchy! What a perfect foot to the face!" Amber boasted as she jumped off the sofa and raised her arms to the air in victory...

"Wow, Amber... you've gotten really good at this game... couldn't hold you back!" Mark also responds excitedly. He was a bit sad to not kiss Amber, but, in his heart, he hoped she would let him kiss her later anyway...

Amber sat back and reassumed her lounging position, feet dangling beyond the armchair...

"Would you like to go somewhere more private for the foot massage... my room perhaps?" Mark asked, trying to sound casual...

"I like it here, Mark... didn't you say your parents only arrive around 8? That should be plenty of time! You can kneel in front of my feet during the massage, as I sit on my loveseat throne..." Amber replied in a teasing manner, smiling casually.

"All right... Queen Amber!" Mark exclaimed.

As told, Mark kneeled in front of Amber's feet. His living room had hardwood floors that hurt his knees, but he had no time to worry about that... Amber let her flip-flops fall on the ground, exposing her soles... Mark looked at them, mouth agape, as she smiled in his direction. "Better get started, Marky... so we have time to eat the cake!" she said playfully.

Mark started massaging her right sole, applying as much pressure with his skinny fingers as he could muster, while he mused, "Has she noticed me glancing at her feet? Did she choose this massage to tease me?" If that was Amber's intention, she did not tell him... every so often, she'd tell him to press on other parts of her sole, change foot... As he shifted the way he worked her foot, Mark would every so often bring his massaging fingers by his nose and take a quick, subtle whiff... he hoped Amber, who alternated between closing her eyes and idly scrolling on her phone, would not notice what he was up to... Given that she'd been wearing sandals, her feet's scent was not strong from a distance. Smelling his fingers was bringing him closer to the real thing...

"Just a little more, Marky-boy, you're doing a great job!" Amber encouraged him, leisurely.

Mark did not want this message to stop... he was more aroused than he'd ever been and hadn't even touched himself... he wondered whether he should try kissing Amber's foot... and then maybe lick it... but he decided not to push his luck... This was the most amazing moment of his life, and he didn't want it to end with Amber thinking he was a foot weirdo.

"That was great, Mark... I feel so relaxed! Before we eat cake, would you be a dear and massage my calves for a bit, too? They are super sore from my last few basketball practices..." Amber calmly requested.