I can remember like it was yesterday when my stick-like body started to get its shape; trouble was it didn't know when to stop. For a while I was more...than happy to be 34B-22-33 but my body had other ideas. As my tits grew so did the rest of me, so today I'm a plump 36D-25-38. It was Charlie Scott who was the first to notice, no that's not right, I had been noticed before but it was Charlie who first cornered me and got his hands on me."Fuck me," he said as we came up for air, his hand giving. "Moved in the day the Illusionist left," he answered. "Works for Ramon Prize apparently as he's bringing strippers from the Waterfront home every night" he informed them."I think maybe we need to come in and discuss everything you know about that Sunday Ms Americana was here until now," Flag Girl said."Sure, always happy to help cute young things like you" he said as he stepped aside for them to enter. The girls both looked disgusted at his remark but decided to ignore it in the hope of getting. But don’t let that stop you.”“It won’t.” He took off his running shoes and socks, stripped off his t-shirt. His shorts followed a moment later. He didn’t flaunt his equipment, but he made no attempt to hide it, either, and a moment later he was in the water.I watched him swim - the strong muscles of his back and shoulders, an occasional glimpse of his ass. He had a deep tan, as if he sunbathed nude on a regular basis. Or maybe it was from a tanning bed. Either way it was a nice ass.Abruptly I. I stayed still barely daring to breath as I drank in the beauty of the boy not wanting him to hear me and move away. I refrained from touching myself knowing my staying powers were no match for him or Jess come to that.After some minutes he moved away and I breathed deeply closing my eyes retaining the vision. Thinking I really really hope this is not all a dream as I drifted off for a seniors nap.A gentle knock on the inter connecting door brought me from my slumbers and I looked at the clock.