Her – Chapter (1)

She was seriously something else. The way she moved was hypnotic, her ass so tight and round bounced ever so slightly as she walked down the hall, it was like I was watching time flow in slow motion. Her tight black skirt was skating along the edge of school-appropriate dress, but where was my complaint? In fact…was I drooling?

Snapping out of my daydream, time sped back up to normal.

Fuck this happened everyday!

Every time she walked passed me in the hall I just couldn’t help but stare! She’d wave hello and I could just hold on to the barest dregs of willpower that were left within my mind to not completely embarrass myself when her face was turned towards me, before she carried on past and I allowed my zombie brain to fall deep into a pit of pervy admiration.

I drooled again.

My friends teased the fuck out of me for it, obviously. Constantly they took the piss out of how I looked at her. But I couldn’t help it, ok? She was perfect.

Like an Egyptian goddess plucked directly from the timeline of the world.

Her hair was long straight and dark black, verging on the edge of dark blue when the sunlight hit it at a certain angle. Her skin dark and tanned, bronze and soft like nothing you’ve seen before. And freckles peppered her face beneath the thick layers of makeup that she wore entirely too much of.

Although her dark shadowy eyes and red lips did do things to me. So…?

Anyway. We’d been best friends for exactly four years. Best…friends….

I know I know. The friend zone right? But honestly she’s so far out of my league that the best I can do right now is stay her ‘BFFL for life’ as she so eloquently puts it. It’s the only way to stay close to her. I’ve just resigned myself to the occasional kiss on the cheek and the incredible ‘you mean so much to me!’ talk when she’s drunk. That and viciously masturbating to her Instagram photos….

I know…a sad life. But don’t pretend there aren’t a few guys like me out there too. Painfully pining over a love that won’t ever love them back.

But anyway, back to watching her glide past like a petal on the wind.

The tight white shirt tucked into the waist of her short black skirt made my dick stir in the confines of my trousers.

At this specific point in time we were at school. And by school I mean our last year, we were all heading off out into the world to find where we belong. Some of us were travelling to other countries, some going into full time work but most were going to University.

The thought broke my little heart. I wouldn’t be seeing so much of her. But a small part of me was glad, it was time to focus on other things. It was hard enough as it is to sleep wth other women, much less do so and fight the thought of fucking her everytime I thrust into another girl.

I used to tell myself that my infatuation would pass. That it was just hormones coursing through my body causing these feelings. But after a few years, I’ve accepted my curse. I’m obsessed, what can you do?

Now I digress, here’s where the story gets interesting. I’m sure a lot of you expect some miracles to happen, that she’ll surprise me one day by turning up outside my house to confess her love.

Or perhaps I’ll move on and get the classic ‘…we had something! but I didn’t realise until you were gone…’ bullshit story. But no, it’s a little darker than that.

It all began at our school leavers ball. A party organised by ourselves to give the girls in our year a chance to dress up in expensive, glamorous dresses and to give the boys an excuse to get shitfaced. Something I took advantage of.

It went well, as a party full of 20 year olds goes. The music blasted, people danced, karaoke was sung and drunken speeches were made.

And before long I found myself outside sitting alone in the dark gardens.