In her high school days, Lynda was a knockout from the moment she stepped foot on the high school campus. This may have been because she had been held back a year due to her poor academic test scores, sporadic educational history, or her late transfer in her sophomore year. Regardless, Lynda was clearly physically "mature" and stood out among her female classmates, especially her Japanese-American counterparts.
Now how do I know all of this? Well, my name is Mike ("Mikey" as Lynda calls me) and I was Lynda's classmate who was just a few months younger than her but was born in a different calendar year. Somehow, we quickly became closet best friends as I helped her with homework which was often, and came to secretly adore her. I was a brainy kid, and it was widely accepted nerds and pretty girls didn't hang out. However, as the school's newspaper photographer/reporter, I had unlimited access to the campus people and events, especially those with athletic sidelines My camera was always snapping shots, and you'd be correct in assuming that Lynda was my favorite subject.
As I said, I had a hell of a crush on Lynda. Yet, despite being the 'hot chick' on campus, Lynda confided in me as I was the keeper of her dirty little secrets, her doubts, fears, and everything else that she hid from others. I would offer my advice to which Lynda agreed...until the next hard-bodied jock came along and my words of wisdom flew out of her head. When this happened (which it often did), I had to be content with my collection of photographs of her high school life which, if seen by others, would have set off red flags of stalking and possible perversion.
Well, getting back to Lynda, she had an attractive face that caught your eye and had a body of a college coed that made your mouth drool. It went without saying that at an early age, she had many young male students popping rigid boners the moment they saw her. Standing about five-feet-six, Lynda was blessed at an early age with jiggling breasts that threatened to overflow her B-cup bra. When combined with her long shapely legs that led up to one hell of a cute tight butt, Lynda was a walking wet-dream.
However, despite her physical maturity, Lynda was extremely naïve and not the brightest light bulb around when it came to smarts. How she got through high school was probably more due to her being well-liked and her willingness to help her teachers (especially the male ones) in and around the classroom with an endless list of extracurricular projects. She was the proverbial teacher's pet from the very get-go.
Lynda was also very insecure. Perhaps it was because she came from a broken home, had a neglectful mom who tended to drift from city to city and was uprooted so much that her educational and social development was disrupted. Or maybe it was because Lynda had to endure a string of her mom's live-in boyfriends and was often made to feel like an unwanted hindrance. Deep down inside, Lynda wasn't convinced of her self-worth, and this might explain Lynda's desire to belong and be popular.
It came as no surprise that given her looks, immaturity, insecurity, and need to be popular, it made perfect sense when Lynda joined the junior varsity cheerleading squad. From the very start, she clearly outclassed her squadmates and when a varsity cheerleader got injured at the second football game of the school year, she was quickly elevated. Even when place among older and more seasoned cheerleaders, Lynda drew an inordinate amount of attention particularly from the male spectators.
Some said that this masculine attention was due to Lynda being Asian or her seemingly having more pep than the other cheerleaders. Most agreed that it was her form-fitting uniform that amply emphasized the ample bounce in her boobs, the firmness of her ass, and her long shapely legs. I, however, believed that it was Lynda's famous standing one-legged split.
You see, Lynda was extremely flexible and could do the most amazing kicks with ease. The most memorable routine ended with her standing on one leg while holding the other leg virtually straight up. She was totally oblivious that while in this pose, her thinly covered crotch was amply exposed and that many of her male fans in the stands swore they could definitely see the indentation of her pussy cleft. I always wondered how many boys and men jerked off that night with the vision of Lynda's standing split vividly seared into their minds.
We all know that cheerleaders and athletes go together, and Lynda found early on that hanging with jocks enhanced her popularity. In her junior year, she started dating Rex, a senior and the school's star football halfback and starting baseball shortstop, Rex. This made Lynda the "it" girl image on campus and her popularity skyrocketed. If she knew when they started dating that jocks would do little for her reputation in the end, Lynda might (and I emphasize "might") have had second thoughts. But as it was, she didn't even think about the possible negative ramifications.
Rex was what you'd expect of a top-notch senior athlete and like her eighteen. Muscular and macho combined with speed and aggression to make a devastating combination on the field and off. When you mix these traits with devilishly handsome looks and suave seasoned ways, you had a young man who was used to having his way with members of the opposite sex. By the time he set his eyes on Lynda, Rex has long established a well-gained reputation as a ladies' man and a long list of conquests. To him, Lynda was "fresh meat" on campus, an innocent girl was who just waiting to be his.
"Gosh, Mikey," confided Lynda shortly after Rex made his move. "I don't know what Rex sees in me...but, he so handsome and ripped. However...ummm, maybe it's my imagination...but...there was something about Rex that made me extremely uncomfortable. It's like...he's undressing me with his hungry eyes...something that my mother's current boyfriend is starting to do more and more whenever we were alone. Yet, despite my misgivings, I am delighted that Rex would pick me over all of the other girls on campus."
Lynda knew that the other cheerleaders envied her and readily admitted to wetting their panties just thinking about Rex. She was also acutely aware that everyone thought they made the ideal couple, and her status on campus was enhanced by being his girlfriend. To her, popularity translated to enhanced self-worth, and this made Lynda more determined to make Rex her boyfriend.
With her junior year was ending, Lynda had only the summer before Rex would be graduating and heading to college and sports at the next level. She knew that Rex would want to go all the way but this didn't faze Lynda. To her, it was natural for a man to expect having sex with his woman. Her home situation and mom had made Lynda was acutely aware of this sexual reality of life by carrying on with her live-in boyfriends. However, while Lynda knew that the loss of her virginity would happen someday, she didn't expect it to happen the way it did.
"Oh, Mikey, please don't tell anyone but I've got to tell you that right after the end of the school year, Rex took me to an isolated beach accessible only after a long hike down a steep slope. The cove was a slice of the isolated raw natural beauty, stimulating and liberating. However, Rex said, 'Lynda, this beach pales when to your new red string bikini. You're sizzling hot, girl!'
"Do you know, it never dawned on me that when my bikini that barely covered my full boobs and the triangle of the juncture of my thighs got wet, it became transparent and clung to my stiff nipples like wet tissue paper? I was clueless that of the effect that this would have on Rex...making him super-horny...that is until he raped her. He raped me, Mikey!
