My senior year of high school I fell in love with the loveliest girl I had set my eyes on. Sarah was a few inches shorter than me at 5’6, brunette, gorgeous brown eyes and an average shaped body except for her amazing breasts. I’ve never been a breast man preferring the smaller ones but hers were special, they were generous in size but youthful and perky. Sarah was a junior but closer to my age for her grade. After sharing a few classes together, we quickly became close friends by day chatting, sharing lunch together and making each other laugh.
When we first became friends I only viewed her on that level and likewise she enjoyed that aspect of our relationship. I loved her but I didn’t seek out romance or sex and we just accepted those terms of our friendship. We’d date other people, talk about our relationships together and commiserate about the troubles of young love. Plenty of times I was her crying shoulder after a breakup and she was my person to vent to. This arrangement continued as I headed off to college and she wrapped up high school.