My Girl_(0)

There she was. 16 years old, all grown up. I hadn’t seen her in ages. The one I knew I wanted to spend my entire life with.

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Our relationship was a weird one. I was 5 years older than her. My brother and her brother were friends in primary school and that’s how I got to know her. They both used to tease her and trouble her a lot. Being the eldest in the group, I used to end up sort of babysitting her when the two of them were playing video games or she was upset.

I was 11, but very mature mentally, and she was 6. We only saw each other once every few months but over the next few years, our bond strengthened to almost that of a brother/sister.

By the time I was 16 and she was 11, things had changed. I had developed into a hormonal teenager, like any other teenage boy I jerked off to internet porn frequently, at least once every two days. She seemed to have grown mentally a whole lot, hanging out with 3 older boys, who were all already mentally mature appeared to have had a positive impact on her mental state. I was able to have normal conversations with her about life that I would have with my friends. Of course it was different in some ways, she was more bubbly than my school friends, didn’t make any disturbing jokes like they did, didn’t understand some of the bigger words I used nor understood much about current affairs, but there was something about this girl. We connected on an emotional level, there was an evident level of care and affection for one another.

I had already had flings with girls from school, never further than getting a bj though, I never felt they were mentally similar to me, I couldn’t see a future with them. Despite this girl being so much younger, I felt something different to all the sexual relationships I had with girls my own age.

Of course, I had no intention to pursue any sort of relationship until she was much older, but there was something about her presence which made me long for her at times, when she wasn’t around.

Over the next year, we met up less. The only times we did meet up were when our brothers wanted to hang out at someone’s home and we would tag along. I became busy with the subject I wanted to pursue and study at university and dreamed of getting into a world class uni. I had to focus much more on work and achieved this dream.

Over the three years of university, our holidays rarely overlapped and even so, I was so busy with revision and work even over the summer, because the university was high in the league tables and placed lots of pressure on students to do very well.

Finally, I completed uni, leaving with a first class honours degree. I arrived home and there she was, sitting in the kitchen, talking to both my mother and hers.

A girl who had grown into a woman.

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It had been so long, she had grown. Her hair was much longer, straighter and travelled down towards the nape of her bum. The t-shirt she wore was tight and hugged her sleek body, accentuating the ample breasts that had formed on her chest. It was a warm day, but I could just about make out the figure of her nipples. As she saw me, she smiled and got up to walk over to me. Her jeans were wrapped tightly around her legs, showing off her slim figure and lovely ass.

As for me, I was a decent looker. Teenage spots had cleared up nicely, my body was reasonably well defined; every year I would tell myself to work out and get a proper six pack, but I would never do enough, so I could feel a set of strong abs, but it wasn’t fully visible by looking at it. My arms had certainly grown, that was an area of my body I had worked on well over the years.