Kaleigh’s mom had been a family friend for years. I’d grown up with her, basically. She was a thin, slightly awkward girl with curly hair, glasses, and an incredible smile. She’d been a few years younger than me and pretty shy in school, so we’d lost track of each other, but when her mom dropped by for a visit she brought Kaleigh with her.
College had hit the girl like a ton of bricks. Her sweet smile was brighter than ever, and now she moved and talked with a fierce confidence I’d never seen in her before. She also showed up in the tiniest jean shorts I’d ever seen and a yellow lace bralette that left very little to the imagination. My mother was scandalized by the change, but needless to say I couldn’t stop looking at her. Every time she stood, her small, tight ass peeked out from her shorts provocatively, and her every graceful movement strained the fabric of her top against her now-massive breasts. She had the body and mannerisms of a dancer, and even though I’d always been attracted to her I was absolutely enchanted with her from the moment she walked through the door.