But, sadly, I'm just a plain, normal, slightly out-of-shape, reasonably decent-looking guy.My dick is a bit bigger than average when it's hard, about six or seven inches long and thick enough that my fingers only just touch when I grip it, but it's what you'd call a grow-er, not a show-er.I have a real thing for the sexy, innocent vulnerability of sleeping girls. When I properly hugged her close, she fit right up under my chin, which I felt was the best height for a girl.And to catch her in bed when she thought she was truly all alone and she got her little pink toy out of it's hiding place under the nightshirts in the back corner of her dresser's bottom drawer...well, that was one of my fondest dreams. Her auburn hair was lusciously thick and fell past her waist when she didn't have it up in some fetching style.Sometimes I'd sneak into their bedroom late at night to watch her sleep.Occasionally, I'd even work up the courage to lift the blanket to take a peek and try to talk myself into touching her voluptuous body as she quietly snored.She started to tuck it all away a little more as I got older and she began to notice my lingering gazes, so naturally I starting finding ways to get my looks in when she didn't know I was looking.Peeping on her getting in and out of the shower or dressing for work or catching her and dad having sex became a bit of an obsession some weeks.
Normal folks don't care about the quality of arcade ports, or covet the Wand of Orcus or know why they should always carry a towel. We used to study together and just sort of agreed without really saying anything that we were dating after I starting coming to her house to work on our algebra equations and she'd kiss my cheek when I left. We broke up over the summer and they moved away a few months into eleventh grade. I was an only child and I was breastfed, so that may have played into it, especially since my mom's highly affectionate and loving.
I can still remember the feel of her heavy, warm breasts smooshing against my chest when she'd lean down to kiss me while tucking me into bed.
And the way her shapely figure was silhouetted by the hallway light as she left my room, the gossamer fabric of her silken nightgown clinging to her lush curves.
And we find tractors and touchdowns and twangy music mind-numbingly boring. We'd walk together in the halls holding hands and hang out at lunchtime or in the library and she'd let me copy her notes when I missed a day of class. The rumor going around was that a member of the basketball team got her pregnant, but no one actually knew for sure why they moved. So much drama and celebrity worship and childish nonsense and stupid teen angst. My father was never afraid to slap her ass or grope her huge boobs in front of me, either.
I wasn't terribly interested in girls my own age, anyway. Older women seem much easier to deal with..have all that mess together and aren't all uptight about not being seen as sluts. Anyhow, between the day to day grind of my homework, my part-time job to pay for my car and gaming habit, spending most all of my free time in some fantasy land or other with my gamer friends and never really understanding girls anyhow, I was a pretty typical geeky, teen-aged, virginal mid-western boy. And she's always been a bit uninhibited about not wearing all her clothes in the house when it's just us family, so there was a constant, subtle sort of low-level sexuality in the air when I was growing up.