How it should be but isn’t always

Note to readers: This is a romantic story. If you don’t like reading about such things, or you like quick stories with little meaning read something else.

This story, like any story worth telling, is about a girl. But not just any girl, this one was special. Well to me anyway. It all started at secondary school in the 3rd year, the girls were half way through puberty and the boys had just started, noticing the girls more as well. Like any 14 year old, I’d seen the pictures, but I could only imagine what it would be like, I’d never had a girlfriend before and i wasn’t too sure about how i was going to get one, but one thing i did know and that was who.
Kacy was…well perfect, she had blue eyes, long brown shiny hair and legs that seemed to attract the eyes of anyone who walked by, even the girls sometimes stared. She had lived next to me for about 4 years, and I’d lusted over her for almost as long. Although I’d seen her around at school, I’d never actually spoken to her, even though I’d masturbated over her several times. My big chance came when i was ‘forced’ to sit next to her in science lessons, for a while we just sort of ignored each other, but eventually after a few lessons she asked me to help her with one of the questions we had to do for a project. She was wearing one of those black elastic jumpers, the ones girls sometimes where over shirts, as i started to explain the question she leaned over my book, trying to figure out what i was saying, and just for a second i caught a glimpse of the top of her breast, nuzzled into a white cotton bra. After I’d finished she smiled, and went back to work and that was how it went for a few weeks, me helping her understand some of the more tricky questions whilst staring at her beautiful round breasts.
After a few weeks into the year, we were set some coursework to do, in pairs and to save arguments the teacher told us our partners would be who we were sat next to. I was amazed it was like a godsend. So i got to spend more time with her, and we became friends, talking about people and life in general and discussing our feelings towards different stuff. It was during one of these conversations that she was struggling with a particular calculation on the coursework, it was particularly nasty and as it was getting near to the end of the day, I suggested that we take it home and finish it together. As I looked at her i could see her deep blue eyes consider it for a second, and then she nodded her head willingly, so it was decided. At that point i hadn’t intentionally thought about what ‘could’ possible happen with her at my house, in fact it wasn’t until we were walking down our road and i noticed my parents car wasn’t there that i really thought about it. remembering that they had gone to a folk festival for the evening i started to plan.
Snapping back to reality i heard her calling my name, she giggled and asked me where the hell I’d been. flirtingly pushing me away she called back ‘be over in a minute’ as she walked up to her door and went inside. I followed suit and went into my own house, the tension building in my whole body.
*Diiiiing* I’d been miles away again, just starring as my mind ticked away. I stumbled over to the door, opened it and there she was. She’d changed, now wearing a pair of tight fitting jeans, the zip not done up, and a white shirt covered in little pink flowers. This along with the rucksack strap pulling one of her neat breasts upwards and the sun on her back is one of the moments i will never forget.