To Tami

This story is dedicated to one special person. Well, all of them are. But, this is to one of the sexiest women I have ever met. This is to you, Tami. From me. This is how I feel. The unadulterated truth from my eyes.

I first met Tami in a history class. I was looking at you from a distance. My mind was the sheer epitome of the disclaimer “Viewer Discretion is Advised.” I’m sure I knew I wasn’t the first… Or second, nor third to want to tell her this, so let me be straightforward. From the exact point that I saw your plump, kissable lips, to your swaying, wide protruding hips… from the point that I managed to look in her eyes to those beautifully dangerous curves that enticed, I realized one thing: “I liked her.”

Only a few problems though. They came in hordes of other dudes, vying for her attention. They were all toe to toe. All in the same class with me. All of them wanted to tap that. All of them groping at the first opportunity. While I just watched, shaking my head at them pitifully.

Tami had the classic case of what I called “She Got It” syndrome. “She Got It” syndrome was basically this in a nutshell: She had a hot body and had boys going crazy and/or wanting to fuck her.

Believe it or not, Tami and I later became friends. I was the smart one in the class, which meant everyone wanted to get answers from me. This is where Tami comes in. Now, at this time, we were getting ready to review for a huge test. I was relaxed. I was cool. I had an A in the class already. We were getting ready to play “Jeopardy” for a review. Tami sat right by me. I was naturally competitive. She looked at me and knew she was on the right team. I looked at her pretty face. I knew it was time to at least try to impress. That day, I was the only one on my team getting the answers right. She laughed at my corny jokes.

“I got this! I got this! Damn, I’m good! I’m Kobe Bryant, y’all are all the Lakers!” I said, slightly cocky.

“Get it, Chad!” She said to me in response, high fiving me.

I caught a peek of her glorious cleavage. I think she knew then that I was a part of the horde of males that wanted to fuck her. I just went about it differently. Unlike them, I never touched her, I never groped her hungrily. Maybe for that reason, Tami saw that I wasn’t what I looked like. She actually got me out of my shell. I actually didn’t even know how I felt at that time. Did I have a crush on her? Maybe. Was I lusting? Most likely.

Ah, who am I kidding?