Britney_(1)

I’ve been a fan of this site for awhile so I decided to try and write a story of my own. I’m open to critiques but please be constructive and not sound like an asshole. Hope you like it

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While I had always been a good looking guy (people said I looked like Michael B. Jordan) girls never paid me much attention. That changed my junior year. I spent my first two years of high school working out. I wasn’t big, more of a lean/cut body build. I finally hit a growth spurt and grew from 5’6 to 6’ even, weighing in at 175 pounds. I combined my skills with my new height to lead the basketball team. I guess being the new star of the subpar team had its perks. Girls would constantly stare and smile at me in the halls or scream my name from the crowd at games. While I welcomed the newfound attention, I was completely out of my element. I often got nervous and froze in the presence of beautiful women. My heart would beat extremely fast and my palms became a sweaty mess. I could score a bucket in the clutch with hundreds of fans cheating and screaming but put a pretty girl beside me and I was like a deer in headlights.

I developed my first crush on a girl named Britney. She was a light skinned black girl with a nice pair of tits, maybe a B-C cup. She had a nice round ass that wasn’t too big but was proportional to the rest of her body. Above all that, she was very beautiful (think a young Lark Voorhies from Saved by the Bell) and seemed like a very kind and genuine person. To my pleasant surprise, she approached me after one of our few wins.

“Hey Darius! You played a great game.”

I thanked her and mentioned how much I appreciated the support.

“Would you like to grab some food with me,” she asked.

I was immediately overcome with nervousness. While I had hoped for a situation to present itself for us to go out, the me in my head was much better at communicating than the real me.