***Everyone in this story is 18. Skip to the ——- if you’re not interested in the buildup (there’s a lot of buildup).
I was on the last man on the bench of my high school basketball team.
You may know the type: shortest guy on the team (5’10), wiry build, inordinate hustle, no skill, convinced that any day the coach would realize he’s had it wrong this whole season and would make me the focal point of the offense.
My crush happened to be my mirror image on the ladies team. Lynzi was 5’1, super athletic, small tits, and a great ass. Her other star feature was the cutest face I’ve seen to this day. We were good friends and had a flirty relationship, but nothing had ever happened between us.
She had been dating the same guy since 8th grade until they broke-up at the beginning of the semester. I don’t know how far they went, but I personally hadn’t even reached first base at the time.