Social Sway by Anita Hotty - WordPress.com

Tiffanyclass so i fourTiffany at fifteen. I was crazy for that girl. She was the first girl toblossom into a young lady. Although innocent, she managed to carryherself as a tart little thing. She had it even back then. That smile.That fresh crisp burst of youthful elegance. Her wide sexy devilishgrin could devour any young horny teen. I was awkwardly bittenand twice shy.Young voluptuous Tiffany had well-defined hips. An hourglass thatlet seconds slip right through her. Oh, how I adored those sensuouscurves and the slight jiggle of her firm frump with every naughtygiggle. I ached to be the crease that separated her leg from theround hump of her ass. Occasionally I would cuss under my breathconvincing myself that I would never have a chance to kiss her sweetlips.I hated puberty. Pimple-faced geek. Every morning Brad wouldlook back at me with a nasty cringe. Splat!! I would squeeze oneonly to watch it become a gutted glob of insect against the reflectivewindshield in my bathroom. Yes, I hated puberty with a passion. Iknew with every facial puss mass, my chances would double fivesteps back. I never thought I would have a chance with that luscioustasty Tiffany.Some nights I would lay in bed with little boy blue in hand, eyes tightlyclosed remembering the sweet heave of Tiffany’s chest. I doubted thatmost thirteen-year-old boys would ever have such a knockout girlgoing to their school. I respected her daring nature. Never had Iseen such a little cutie wear an unbuttoned top so teasingly low. Afterrigorous jerks, my tummy would be covered in little pools of whitesticky goo.But as most geeky young boy realities would go, Tiffany would bepainfully untouchable. I would watch from the sidelines while shelaughed with all the popular boys. Only once do I remember her evernoticing me. I have hung onto that moment for 21 years.Tiffany was hunched slightly forward, poised ready at bat. Her ballcap tilted wickedly to the side. The pitcher was winding up. Shelicked her lips. Held the bat hard. Her knuckles turned red, thenwhite. The pitcher jerked his hand forward and let go of the ball.Then her eyes – I don’t know how she commanded time to kneel at hermercy but she did. Those dirty hypnotic little green girl eyes dartedmy way with a flash of pearly whites. Magically, with precision speed,OGLE 74