I've known Tanya Lewis practically my entire life.
She was always a "tomboy". She liked to hang out with the fellas, playing football, climbing trees and rough-housing. I can't remember ever seeing her in a dress, or playing with other girls.
She had a crush on me, and at first that kinda weirded me out, but I actually grew to like it. It meant she had no problem acting like my "personal bodyguard". I've always been a small guy -- my childhood nickname was "Li'l Man". When the bigger boys tried to push me around, she had my back.
Tanya has always been an "amazon" compared to me. When we were younger she was usually a head taller and probably 20 lbs. heavier. In grade school the kids used to call her "Tanya Titan" or "Ti-Tanya" because she was always the tallest one in the class, even taller than some of the teachers.
We're in our 30s now. I'm still short, only 5'7", and Tanya is 6'2".
After high school I joined the Air Force and left home. I bounced around the world for a few years -- Germany, Japan, and Kuwait -- and after my discharge I landed a job as the shipping manager of a freight company near home. Tanya stayed and went to the local community college to become a teacher. She's now a guidance counselor and the girls' basketball coach of our former high school.
We'd kept in touch over the years, mostly through emails and texts. When we ran into each other at a grocery store a while back, it was our first face-to-face since the summer after high school graduation. Since then we went back and forth with texts about having a real get-together (dinner or drinks) but our schedules wouldn't allow it. Then, a few weeks later a mutual friend sent us both invites to a cookout that we both agreed to attend.
That night, shit got real...
I got there "fashionably late", the invite said 4 and I walked in around 6. There were probably more than 50 people there. I chatted with Angie, the hostess, had some food and a beer and chilled.
I was probably there for 20 minutes before I finally saw Tanya; of course, she's the tallest sista in the place. Her hair was styled nicely, instead of just pulled back in the usual pony-tail, and she had a hint of makeup. She wore a pair of skintight jeans and a silk blouse. She looked good -- damn good actually!
Don't know why I never really noticed before how nice her ass and titties are...but damn!
"Ms. Lewis..!" I smiled up at her.
"Hey Rodney..!" she smiled back. (Whenever she said my name it always sounded like "Rot-nee")
We hugged. Of course she had to bend down to do so. We talked, drank, reminisced and laughed for a long time, ignoring everyone else in the place. This was our time -- the reunion of "Li'l Man and Titan"!
"You wanna bounce up outta here?" I finally asked her an hour later, as the crowd got thicker, drunker and louder, "Go grab that drink we been meanin' to have?"
"Hell yeah...!" she said, taking my arm and almost lifting me out of my seat. "We can just go chill at my crib..."
Cool -- I was down with that. She only lived a quick 20-minutes up the road.
"Nice place." I complimented when we walked into her spacious condo. There were basketball trophies and framed photos throughout.
"Beers are in the fridge," she said, after kicking off her sandals, and telling "Alexa" to play some soft R&B. "Get comfortable, I'm gonna change outta this."
She disappeared into her bedroom, while I slipped off my kicks, grabbed us some beers, and admired the trophies and her collection of basketball memorabilia.
Tanya returned a few minutes later, wearing a black, silk, and ankle-length kimono-style robe, adorned with a dragon, embroidered in red. Her legs and feet were bare. The robe had thigh-high slits on both sides, which put her long, sexy legs on full display.
"You like...?" she smiled, as I handed her a beer. She posed and flexed her leg, pointing her foot and showing off her pedicured toes.
My dick was instantly hard in my cargo shorts. I tried to hide it, but I'm sure she noticed.
"You look a'ight..." I nodded, trying to play it cool.
"You know you like it...!" she smirked pushing me onto the couch and flopping down right next to me.
We laughed and reminisced some more.
"Remember Jessica Howard? That ugly, stuck bitch you was all hard-up for in 10th grade...?" she asked.
It took me a few seconds to recall.
"Oh yeah!" I finally remembered. "She wasn't stuck up -- you just didn't like her -- an' she was kinda fine..."
"Whateva..." she shot back. "Anyway, I'm coaching her oldest daughter now -- girl actually got some game. And yes -- her mama WAS ugly an' stuck up...she STILL IS, an' I STILL don't like her! An' I always thought you was trippin' for chasin' after her ass..."