lust

Fanfiction

God she was hot. Wherever I was, I was always keeping an eye out just incase I spotted her. JUST incase she might notice me so I could give her a quick smile. Though in reality, I\'d probably turn and run as fast as I could in the opposite direction.
Just picture, if you will, a young lady whose complexion cannot be justified by mere words. Her eyes a deep, chocolate brown, large enough to melt yourself into. She was the darkest brunette you\'ve ever seen, black upon first glance but upon further inspection (of which I\'ve taken to doing) it\'s definitely a shade of brown.

It was at school where I first noticed her. At 16 years of age, hormones flying, concentrations on study becoming weaker with every day that I saw another pair of bosoms bouncing past in those flimsy, white cotton shirts. *sigh*
She wasn\'t in my class. I was torn - I desperately wanted, no, scratch that, NEEDED to see her but I also needed to get some studies done. So come first break there I was, half talking to my friends, half looking for her. Her name was Jessica. I found this out through asking friends of friends in the hope she never found out I\'d been asking about her. Although secretly wanting her to know. Heck, I wanted her to realise that I even existed!
Jessica was talented, aren\'t all the pretty ones talented? It seems unfair but it just adds to the attraction of these \'beautiful people\' doesn\'t it? Well, Jessica was one of them alright. Always chosen for team captain in sports, always chosen to read her work out in class \'to show how it should have been done!\'. Pfft, I hated the condescending tones of teachers, always making out that the rest of us were useless. I knew many people (all boys) that fancied her. Not me, a young woman in my own right, proud of my pert breasts that didn\'t need a bra. Proud of my long legs from my 5\'10 stature. Statuesque is probably a word you could use to describe me very well, but I was plain looking. Plain Jane, that was me. When I looked in the mirror, I saw piercing blue eyes, lips that were definitely kissable and only I knew what I could do with my tongue! Why didn\'t any boys ask ME out? Well, I found that out when I got wet from seeing the other girls in the shower, after P.E. I think the boys knew I was gay before I did.
Running four miles cross country does you the world of good, I\'m sure but more often than not I felt like I was going to have a heart attack. We all got showered when we returned from the run. Last to return, last to leave school. I\'m sure they made us have it at the end of the day just so we actually ran round. There\'s always the few that walk round, having a sly cigarette when out of view from the teachers. That used to be me. Until Jessica. Why oh WHY did she have to be good at sports?! So there\'s me, having a heart attack, back just in time to see her leave the changing rooms. At least I got to change where she got changed. It comforted me in some way. That is until I started to get fit. Sad I know, but I got fit just so I could see her in the shower.