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This story is dedicated to one special person. Well, all of them are. But, this is to one of the sexiest women I have ever met. This is to you, Tami. From me. This is how I feel. The unadulterated truth from my eyes.I first met Tami in a history class in high school. I was 16 at the time. It was around 2008. I was looking at you from a distance. My mind was the sheer epitome of the disclaimer “Viewer Discretion is Advised.” I’m sure I knew I wasn’t the first… Or second, nor third to want to tell her this, so let me be straightforward. From the exact point that I saw your kissable lips, to your swaying, wide protruding hips… from the point that I managed to look in her eyes to those curves that enticed, I realized one thing: “I liked her.”Only a few problems though. They came in hordes of other dudes, vying for her attention. They were all toe to toe. All in the same class with me. All of them wanted to tap that. All of them groping at the first opportunity. While I just watched, shaking my head at them pitifully.Tami had the classic case of what I called “She Got It” syndrome. “She Got It” syndrome was basically this in a nutshell. She had a hot body and had boys going beşevler escort crazy and/or wanting to fuck her.Believe it or not, Tami and I later became friends. I was the smart one in the class, which meant everyone wanted to get answers from me. This is where Tami comes in. Now, at this time, we were getting ready to review for a huge test. I was relaxed. I was cool. I had an A in the class already. We were getting ready to play “Jeopardy” for a review. Tami sat right by me. I was naturally competitive. She looked at me and knew she was on the right team. I looked at her pretty face. I knew it was time to at least try to impress. That day, I was the only one on my team getting the answers right. You laughed at my corny jokes.“I got this! I got this! Damn, I’m good! I’m Kobe Bryant, y’all are all the Lakers!” I said, slightly cocky.“Get it, Chad!” She said to me in response, high fiving me.I caught a peek of her glorious cleavage. I think she knew then that I was a part of the horde of males that wanted to fuck her. I just went about it differently. Unlike them, I never touched her, I never groped her cebeci escort hungrily. Maybe for that reason, Tami saw that I wasn’t what I looked like. She actually got me out of my shell. I actually didn’t even know how I felt at that time. Did I have a crush on her? Maybe. Was I lusting? Most likely.Ah, who am I kidding? I was trying to act cool, while her body was making me drool. Needless to say, wanting to fuck was now a foregone conclusion. The chances of that actually happening? I wasn’t thinking of that. I just shrugged. Until one fateful day…It was towards the end of that school year. We were in history class. We got assigned a group project that was due at the end of that period. In my group was my best friend from childhood, Armando, alongside Tami and her best friend Reina joined us. We spent most of the class period talking, with Tami asking me seemingly random things like:“Do you like to dance?”I answered quite simply, “Yes. I love to dance.”“How come I haven’t seen you do it?” Tami asked, with a cute inquisitive tilt of the head.I shrugged. She then asked me to do a dance. I sighed out of my shyness kolej escort and did it.“Ooh, get it, Chad! You’re good, ain’t you?” Tami said.“Thanks,” I said.Towards the end of class, I noticed Tami put her hand down her top, her hand covering one of her breasts. My penis twitched as I looked at her face.“Chad?” Tami said.“Yeah?”“You want to see my titties?” She asked.I was conflicted and confused. Where did this come from? I knew what I was instructed, but I had a golden opportunity. She had her hand over her breast, with my eyes on her shiny ebony chest. I professed.“Yes,” I said.“It was a test,” She said laughing with a smile. Now, it’s really obvious. As I looked embarrassed, ridiculed, and my penis hard, I thought, ‘She’s not going to let me live this one down.’We ended up rushing and barely finishing the group assignment. After class that day, I was walking out of the classroom when Tami called me. We were walking down the hallway to our lunch break.“Chad,” Tami said.“Yeah, what’s up?” I said.“You really wanted to see my titties?” Tami said softly, playing with them a bit. I was still semi-hard. “It’s ok, I just wanted to see what’d you say,” Tami said, referring to before.“Sorry, I’m just really… truthful when it comes to that. If I see a girl that I think is hot, you’re going to know,” I said.“Am I then?” Tami asked, with that same look, this time letting me take a peek at her breasts. Her breasts were not big, but she was not flat chested. In fact, her breasts looked almost cute.
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