At the time, I thought I was in love with the girl. In the end I decided that it had been nothing more than a relationship based on lust, but for awhile the emotion was real enough. We were both still in high school then, both Seniors but she was older than I was by a few months. Because of my September birthday, I had always been the youngest person in my class, or close enough.
Beth was the kind of girl every guy dreamed about, but had still gone through most of high school without a serious boyfriend. Maybe people were intimidated by her, but if you'd ever asked a kid what he was looking for in a girl, she fit the description exactly. She was a little on the short side, which most guys like, especially myself, but I think it bothered her, because she always wore high heeled stuff to make up for it. She had a slim figure, only weighing 135 pounds, but was actually very curvy, and in exactly the right places.
Her breasts were quite large for her age, a set of 36D tits that gave her a very top heavy look, as if she'd fall right over if she bent over too far. Her various activities at school kept her n very nice shape. She took part in the musicals, and her figure showed that she was a very nice dancer. Her waist was very trimmed down, and a flat stomach, but not at all muscular. Her hips belled out to give her a perfect hourglass shape, and let her wear many things other girls could not, or just didn't look as spectacular in.
She had a very nice, round and firm butt, and she knew it. Coupled with her curved hips, she often wore very low riding pants; seemingly only defy gravity by the curvature to her shape. She filled out all of her clothes very well, and I often found myself wanting to shed a tear or two over a pair of very tight pants that perfectly exhibited her perfect ass and legs.
The day I finally had worked up the courage to ask her out, she was absolutely stunning. We were friendly and talked often throughout classes and in-between, but it was almost like seeing her for the first time. She was wearing a white low, square cut top that showed a tasteful amount of cleavage, though not too much. Just enough to keep you interested. I could just barely make out her bra underneath, also low cut to accommodate the top. It was still early in the new year, and her nipples poked ever so slightly out, making my mouth water slightly.
The top stopped just past her belly button, showing off a bit of her taught belly before her pleated, black skirt rested low on her hips, the very tops of her hip bones poking slightly over the top, as if drawing attention to the sweet heaven between her legs. The skirt stopped at her mid-thigh, and I could barely keep my mind from wandering and imagining sliding my hand right up the back of her thigh to her butt, bare except the triangle of cloth of her thong near the top.
Her legs were very nice. Muscular from dancing, yet still very pliable, and I could spend minutes staring at them jiggle as she tapped her foot in boredom during class. The outfit ended in a toeless high-heeled shoe, showing newly painted toes, each toe a bright blue color. Her eyes looked up at me as I tried to form the words. She wasn't only sexy from the slightly provocative way she dressed, but she just had an aura about her than was very sensual. Her light green eyes seemingly peered through me as I struggled for words. It didn't help that I could very faintly catch a whiff of her perfume, which she had applied perfectly, and was enough to send me into a mumbling mess alone.
After what seemed like an eternity, I finally blurted out that I wanted to go out with her some time, and to my surprise, she accepted. Back then I didn't have a great self-image. As a young child I had been very skinny, and after 5th grade I became a real butterball. It was like that for a few years, but after my growth spurt in 9th grade, I still felt fat, even though I had stretched it out very well, looking back. I was as tall as most guys, even taller than most, though I didn't feel tall.
My long, curly hair framed my face and successfully hid my over-sized ears that always drew a remark, even if it was a joking reference to the size of my manhood. I didn't really work out, but I developed a nice set of muscles. Nothing outstanding or a bulging mass of muscles, but a good thick upper arm, with just a bit of fat around it and a powerful set of legs from long walks I had taken. The only really doughy part of me left was my stomach, and I had a bit of a gut that always made me self conscious and dress in loose clothing.
The rest of the day, all I could think about was her and how soft I imagined her skin was, especially the very pale pink skin between her thighs. I had a hard time masking an almost permanent erection that tented my pants and made me even more self conscious, especially when a teacher asked me to go to the board to write something, though I luckily was so afraid at the moment about my erection being discovered that I instantly lost it, but it came back as soon as I was safely back in my seat.
At the end of the day, which I thought would never come; I raced home to get ready for my date in a few hours. Stripping off my clothes I jumped into the shower and shaved my crotch while I washed off the day of excitement, in anticipation of what was to come. I didn't really think she'd give it out that easily, but it never hurts to be prepared. She wasn't like other girls. She was smart, though she didn't show it off as much as she did her physical attributes. Her soft voice always made me lean closer to her, like I needed an excuse, so I could hear her in the crowded halls.
After I showered, I combed my mop of hair as best I could before messing it up again, because that was how I liked it. I really did like my hair, though I always complained it was a nuisance, but I liked it best when it was wet and hanged around my face, rather than just sat as a mass on my head. I slipped on a fresh, black t-shirt and changed into a nice pair of boxers and finished it off with a set of olive green cargo pants, which fit very tight at my hips and was looser near my feet, and my favorite black hoodie. She was always cold so I had fallen into the habit of offering her my hoodie until class ended. I applied my deodorant and dashed out the door, nervous butterflies in the pit of my stomach.
Arriving at her house, she exited as soon as she saw that I had pulled up, turning back into the house to say something to her family, probably something about going out. It was twilight already, so it wasn't until she got closer to the car that I could really see what she was wearing. She seemed to still be wearing the same top, but now had a short black jacket on. It had been a mild winter, so there wasn't too much reason to wear a lot of heavy clothes. She was wearing tan color cargo pants that mirrored mine. Very tight fitting around her hips and especially her ass and fit more loosely around her legs.
