Our story started when we were sixteen. We had a similar build. We both had creamy skin and stood tall at 5'8" (tall for sixteen anyway). We had other...friends and all, but we were always inseparable. We both had six packs, and as far as I was concerned, fairly endowed dicks. From what he told me, his was 7.5 inches. I was guessing he was a grower because he had about four inches of softness when we were in the showers at gym. I had a shower. I was 6.5 inches soft and eight hard. One day we were. The t-shirt I was wearing was now completely drenched and was sticking tightly to my body. Every inch of my body was clearly visible to anyone who cared to give me a second glance.And boy, did I get more than that! Who was going to leave a chance to stare and lust about a fair, slim, hot girl standing topless at the station? “Have to get through this!” I thought. Plus I was hungry too and needed to eat something to endure whatever was going to come in the second half with those 9 guys.So I. As I came inside he closed the door behind me and turned around. We stood there face to face and he said "I noticed you looking at me in class a lot." I do that I said, I look at everybody. As we stood less than an inch apart our two bodies seemed perfectly in contrast to each other. At least to me they did. My olive Latino skin almost made his pale white tone even whiter. His face was flawless, there didn't seem to be a blemish or much facial hair for that matter. We stood there just. Luckily, he had been there enough times to know where to get what I wanted. Luckily for him, ‘cause I wouldn’t have tolerated delays.After I finished my water, I smiled at him. He got closer, and I’m sure he would’ve kissed me if i wouldn’t have slapped him across his face. HOW DARE HIM TRYING TO TOUCH ME WITHOUT MY PERMISSION? He touched his face and looked at me, but there was no anger in his eyes. Just… Humiliation and neediness. I had to make an effort not to smile. He was mine.“You will.