EDIT: He’s 25 whoops
(Sorry for formatting I’m on mobile!! This story is total fantasy! (For now!) and will be mostly story filling for this chapter)
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He just flew in. I ran to hug him and he swung me around like I weighed nothing.
I’ve missed him.
He always knew how I was feeling. Always knew when I needed one of his hugs, or a shoulder, or even a punching bag sometimes (even though I never won our fake sparring matches).
We’ll call him Tank. He was always so solid and strong, and he liked military history. I loved listening to him talk about it, even when I had no idea what the hell he was saying.
I loved Tank, and I wanted him to love me, and if he couldn’t… maybe he could still have me in other ways.
I knew he was a virgin. He was always insecure about it, but girls had been cruel to him, and he didn’t trust easily. He trusted me though.
I wore a wine red flare skirt and a multicolored tank shirt, fabric thick enough to mostly conceal my soft pink nipples. I never wore bras. He was used to it.
I could tell he noticed by the way his hands stilled before he released the hug, and how his eyes flickered down for a very brief moment.
For years I’d teased him, and pretended like I was just oblivious as to what I was doing. I wore cute outfits and thigh high socks. Low cut tops or tanks that fit against me like a glove. I wasn’t a confident person, but he just made me crazy.
We went back to my place after grabbing lunch. He’d be in for a week, and I wanted to make the most of it. I wanted him.
When we got inside, I pretended to slip on part of the steps and to catch myself, knowing he could see my black & cherry print thong peeking under my skirt, before shyly getting back up with a laugh.
“Good lord, you haven’t changed a bit, have you? Still got two left feet.” He chuckled, but I could tell he saw by the blush on his cheeks.
“Y-yeah, still as graceful as ever! Anyway, wanna drink? Got your favorite soda and some alcohol if you want it!” I called back, already up the rest of the stairs.
Before I could turn fully around to look back at him I felt his hand on my waist, keeping me from running into him.
“Woah, slow down, we just got home.” He said, smiling that dopey smile I so hopelessly fell for. Tank was a total gentle giant…
He stood a solid 6 feet, while I was only 5’5. His chestnut brown hair and red-tinged beard complimented his ocean blue eyes, and the soft pink of his lips. He was stout, with strong arms and a cute rounded belly.
I adored him. And I hoped my body enticed him as much as his did for me. I’ve always been complimented for my long legs and cute ass, but my chest wasn’t as big, and I always felt I looked plain despite my green eyes and red hair.
Little did I know, there were more important things we shared an interest in, and sexual desire was just one of them.
(Will post part 2 tomorrow if I see interest!)
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