She always slowed her pace down & made sure she took a breath full of that gorgeous musky smell whenever she passed the locker room. There were times ...hen she would pass the locker room area a few times before getting into the class. She was the only 10th grader with whom Smita, a gorgeous 11th grader had somehow made efforts to be friends with. She didn’t know why but Naina loved the attention she got from her senior. Especially since Smita was a hottie & very sort after by each & every male. In their stead, were cropped tops that just seemed to get smaller the more she wore them and low slung tight jeans that followed her every curve.Just this week she had started to wear a bra to school. The mere existence of it had drawn him to stare at her burgeoning breasts. Stan could not understand how he had never noticed them before. Once noticed, they were added to the list of images that plagued him both night and day. A list that just seemed to get longer as each day passed.The maths. “Maybe I’ll invite you over to watch the whole show sometime,” I said, as insanity replaced boldness.“In your dreams,” she laughed.And then the bus stopped and we had to get off and go to class.She had astronomy club after school that day. Saturday I slept in, and by the time I got up and got around, I decided not to go over to her house. I didn’t want to know how her date went. Thinking about her holding hands with Chris Brown, or worse, made my stomach hurt. I didn’t think of it as jealousy;. I excused myself and came back in just my jocks and a t-shirt. We popped open some beers while. She was in jean shorts the whole time. And there were a lot of sofas all around.I commented on how smooth her hands and legs were. Started kissing her hands. And she was caught little off guard when I swooped down to plant a kiss on her lips. She was next to me and slipping lower on the sofa.We spoke some more and started holding hands. I was done with my whiskey. She came to my kitchen and said she.