My hometown is pretty small, the kind where everybody knows everybody.

Though I attended a state college in a slightly bigger pond, I still found myself in classes with a number of people I grew up with. One of those people was a woman I’d always desired, but never in a million years thought I’d have a chance to be with.

On campus, she was the girl all the guys went after. Being beautiful, she could take her pick. Cynthia looked like a classic pinup: blonde with long legs, a willowy waist, and perfect tits — the kind that make alluring mounds under a tight sweater.

Cynthia and I sometimes exchanged banter at parties or after classes, but I’d never tried to come on to her because I figured she was way out of my league. I stand just shy of five-eight, I’m... Read More