I had a good sized growth spurt between junior and senior years. I probably grew and inch and filled out weight wise. I was solid but my fear of rejection stayed with me all senior year. As summer ended, I was prepared for school… get fucking laid one way or another. Day 1 of school, I walked in, tanned body wearing kacky pants and a pink shirt. I knew that today of all days, I was going to look my best. I had just come off a week long cruise with my parents and brother. No fun to be had on that boat… as it’s virtually impossible to get any action with your parents and your brother hanging on to you at every turn. I walked into school knowing I was looking my best. Got my schedule and my first class was Algebra. I headed asian straight to the class… sat down in the first empty chair… no one was around me so who the hell knew who was going to sit next to me… All I hoped for was that it be a hot chick, Jen or Katie would be icing on the cake. The room filled up as the 1st bell was about to ring… there was only one empty seat next to as the bell rang and as it blared out in walked Katie. Boom!!! She japan sat down next me and all I could say to myself… Holy Fuck!!! As the teacher is doing roll call, Katie turns to me and whispers “Holy Shit Steve, you look fucking great! How was your summer?” I had no response…. I sat there in shock, at a lost of words. All I could muster was “thanks.” Fucking thanks, real fucking suave Steve… you fucking loser. What a dumbass. Class goes off without a hitch… and I head to my next class. English. I had to take a massive piss, so I was a second late to class. I walked in as the class bell rang… there was 1 empty desk… and guess who would end up sitting next to me… Katie. All I said to myself… “there’s a theme here Steve… you’ve got this.” Katie looks at me and smiled, I return the favor with an equally genuine smile. I said nothing to japanese Katie. The fear was real and I felt the reality of never overcoming my fear of rejection was going to be the theme of my life. Katie ended up being in 4 out of my 6 classes that year… so I knew I had time, or so I thought. I didn’t see much of Jen during the school days… we always ran into each other petite in the gym after school. With my growth spurt and added weight, I became a bit of a workout fiend, a gym rat of sorts. I didn’t have a 6 pack stomach, but my overall strength grew so much I felt like fucking superman. I was prepping for the baseball season in the spring… I was going to crush it. I was going to get drafted by a major league exotic baseball team, the Yankees of course was my first choice. At the end of the workout, the head athletic trainer came to me, Patty was her name. Patty proclaimed, “Steve, you’re a whole new person… I watched your workout. You’re definitely committed. I love what I am seeing.” Sadly, Patty had a thick body, small tits, wide hips, and a boys haircut. It wasn’t much of a secret, you could tell she played for the same team I did, she was the competition, I often laughed to myself. I grabbed a blanket from the rear seat, left the car and led her along the asian path that led to the open heathland. japan “Let me get changed and we’ll go. I looked at the japanese time; I had 2 hours to get to the hypnotist. Footsteps pounded down the stairs. “I love you.” “Have you ever even played badminton before?” Lorraine asked from the other end of the net. And if the client and the masseuse just happened to want to go farther, for no extra charge, exotic and that farther delight just happened to end in sex, well, that was okay. I said petite “make sure you get dressed before mom and dad get home.” “Alright, Mrs. Vargas - that’s her,” the attendant said as he tilted his head towards Saema’s drawer. I slid my hips to the edge of the couch, I knew I was close.