In a place full of scrawny, pimple-faced teenagers, Amber Lopez stood out like a sore thumb.
Like her classmates, she was just eighteen. Whilst the youth in her eyes was undeniable, so was the fact that she had a body that was all woman.
We first met outside my office on a scorching Friday afternoon.
I was immediately caught by the sunlight that reflected off her honey-brown eyes as she turned and faced me. She brushed her wavy strands of dirty-blonde hair aside, revealing the rosy cheeks on her impossibly smooth, caramel skin.
She wore a white shirt that was connected by a singular button in the middle, leaving her large tits to peak out from the seams and her ridiculously tight body on display. Her little plaid skirt barely covered the thick thighs that sat on top of her long, luscious legs. Every inch of her was flawless.
I had never wanted to kiss someone more than when I watched her soft, pink lips form a devious grin. When I looked back in her eyes I could just make out the devilish hint that hid behind their feigned innocence.