Descriptions:
I’m 5’10”, 175lbs., in pretty solid shape at the time of this story. I had short, dark, “styled” hair and was generally considered a pretty good looking guy.
Stacy was about 5’2″, 95lbs, absolutely tiny frame that somehow had perky b-cups, very cute face, and shoulder length “blonde” hair.
Background:
I had grown up with Stacy from when we were in elementary school. Our mom’s worked together, were great friends, etc. I’m almost exactly 1 year older than her a grade ahead, so we didn’t really hang out much but we knew each other well from seeing each other in school and when our moms would get together.
Years pass with us knowing each other, being friendly, but never really being friends until we start working at a local casual dining restaurant together. Within a few weeks, all that time and knowing each other exploded into full-on best friend status. All the background knowledge we had, the shared experiences, the inside jokes, all came together to make this incredible, platonic relationship. We hung out all the time outside work. We were both in high school when we started working there, so we’d hang out between classes, with overlapping circles of friends. We would approve or disapprove of each other’s dates. I mean, pure, platonic friendship at its finest.