...would you tap it?
Before anyone screams "pedophile" at me, set the record; I'm 14, same as Bree here.
And, this is a long story; don't spam TL;DR's at me. Get some popcorn and read.
Female
14 years old
Blonde
5'7"
107 lbs
Competed on a school sponsored all-male wrestling team, went to state finals and won 1st place last year. There wasn't a women's division, but no one stopped her from joining the guys (since there are no rules regarding that). Quit the team this year due to, and I quote from her, "my dad being concerned for my 'safety'," end quote.
Been friends with me for 10 years now.
Has a blonde, emo boyfriend that she's trying to get rid of (more on this later).
IS FUCKING HAWT. PERIOD.
Tappable scale: 150/10
So, the emo boyfriend is named Spencer. Gay enough, right?
We've been fairly well out-of-contact for these last 10 years, seeing each other maybe once or twice a year. Still friends since preschool, but not too close. Until this year, now that I have her in a class, plus her locker is en route to just about all my classes. In that single class, she's always around me, which pisses off her emo boyfriend in the same class (as expected). Now that we're reacquainted together, old memories of the preschool days and chase-around-the-room affection have surfaced.
Anyway, I was on my way out of the school on Friday like all other sane teenagers. I walk by Bree's (won't use last names; no stalkers needed) locker, where Spencer is trying to act cool by leaning against the locker set with one leg down and the other on the locker, arms folded, head cocked back and to the side. I walk up to him, say "Who you waitin' on over here?" and get responded with a grin and "Who the hell you think I'm waiting on?" So, I just shook my head and walked on. Before I continue, let me give you a schematic of something so you know where stuff is around her locker;
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_=Wall
B=Bree's locker
|=Ramp (very shallow)
E=Encounter point
Spencer was standing close to the foot of the ramp, at point B. I went up the ramp, and to my left was Bree, walking quickly to her locker. She saw me, I saw her, we smiled at each other, I made my characteristic nod of acknowledgment, and grazed her hand with mine. That's how we do every time we see each other in the hall; nothing more. Except for that afternoon.
Friday afternoon, the hit-ons, come-ons, and flirts went to a whole new level.
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Cruel, huh? Rest assured; it's true, and no incest/Bel-Air/other Encyclopedia Dramatica phenomena. This is the real deal.
Fine. I'll finish it now, since I'm feeling kind today.
So, we touched hands, and I pulled away as she did. Then, my left arm gets put in a strong, yet delicate, hold. The sudden contact set off my reflexes, thinking it was the emo bastard getting touchy with my contact to his girlfriend, so my right hand clenched and I jerked my head to the left while moving my forward motion to the rear and left. What do I find? Bree standing there, mischievous smile planted on her flawless face, holding my left arm with her right and her left arm swinging around to grab my right arm.
That places the scene for you; a crowded hallway on a Friday afternoon, my 6'1" 153 hulk being grasped by a 5'7" 107 blonde girl (with a nice body, pretty athletic, well-structured, nice chest FTW [not sure of exact size, but very tappable >D]), and a blonde queer standing next to his girlfriend's locker staring at us with a wide look of shock on his partially-visible face (beneath the long hair).
So, Bree is standing there with me, her hands holding my arms by the elbows, us facing each other. With that same mischievous smile, she jerked me towards her. That put us in direct body contact, me looking down at her with a bit of a surprised expression, which quickly receded into my trademark smile. She wrapped her arms around me, looked up at me, smiled, then let go and walked away slowly.
I was left standing there, in the crowd, with her walking away and looking back over her shoulder with the constant grin, placing one finger to her lips and signaling "Don't say anything" like everyone should know from past experience with teachers, parents, or anyone who wants to quiet you without saying anything themself.
At that point, I could have passed out from the sudden change in blood pressure; it was that seductive. Fuckin' awesome, considering that she's a great wrestler...heh heh...
Except I couldn't pass out without being seriously injured; Spencer was on the move. Fortunately, so was my buddy Matt. All 6'5", 250 pounds of him. Right next to me, I felt rather than heard the crowd suddenly part. Matt comes walking up from behind me, pushing through the masses. He steps next to me, and Spencer slows to a halt at the base of the ramp. So, we had a standoff there; Spencer, halted at the foot of the ramp; Matt, halted at the top of the ramp; Bree, getting her stuff out of her locker; and me, standing at the top of the ramp, mesmerized by the latest contact I'd had.
The mental funk wore off, with me saying "Hey, Matt; you've got the high ground, the hulk, the ego, the support, and the brains to kick this guy's ass," and Spencer running towards the nearest exit with all due haste. So, Matt laughs, says "Meh...faggots don't make good eatin' anyways," and hulks off. The crowds are gone, and I'm standing there with Bree. Alone. She gets her shoulder bag and purse, and heads off to the bus after saying "I'll be seeing you Monday..." with, you guessed it, the smile. I grabbed my jacket and shoulder bag off the floor, then headed the opposite direction to walk home.
Which ends the story so far; Monday is bound to bring more developments, if we even go. This upcoming Missouri ice storm might knock out classes for a couple days.
Share your thoughts, and answer the question; would you tap it if you were me? I know which direction I'd go, obviously...
-Sexeh Bunneh
