A Cute Blonde Girl that seemed familiar.

You looked through the peephole of the door to see this astoundingly hot and sexy 9/10 beauty standing around in front of your door.

Do you know this girl? Nah, no possible way. She must be some hot girl that got the wrong apartment address. There's no way that this buxom beauty was here for you, mister loserpants.

"I think you got the wrong apartment ma'am." You told her.

The girl in the other side only smiled excitedly from the sound of your voice, standing up straight to wave at you through the peekhole, "John! John is that you? Oh my God, it's been so long! How have you been?"

Wait what

This amazingly deliciously gorgeous blonde knew your name? You don't remember meeting a bombshell like her, although you certainly would never forget if you did.

"Wait, do we know each other Miss?" You asked.

"Of course! It's me, Alice! Don't you remember? We sat next to each other in Miss Beakley's class back in our Sophomore year!"

Miss Beakley's class? You always hated that class! Sophomore was one of the most terrible high school years of your life! And you certainly don't remember any cute girls named Alice that sat next to you. All you could remember was a teacher failing all of your assignments for not complimenting her new pet dog that she brought to school one day, a window seat with a view that was entirely covered by a neighboring building, and Steve from accounting, the fat nerd with glasses that always tried to steal your pencils when you weren't paying attention.

"John? Will you please be a dear and let me to come in? It's sort of cold out here..." She shivered, clutching her arms around her, which also made her huge breasts even more prominent.

Even though you don't remember her, she clearly remembers you. Maybe you've gone insane and lost grip on reality, or you're actively suppressing your memories of your high school years. That's the only two reasons for why you would ever forget the existence of such a beauty like her.

Welp, you're certainly not gonna complain. And you're certainly not gonna be rude to her after so long since meeting her, whenever that might have been!

You opened the door and let the buxom blonde in. You were then up for another surprise that night when the lady gleefully took your head in her hands and pressed your face in between her boobs. "It's been such a long time! I've missed you!"

Must. Resist. Urge. To. MOTORBOAT PROFUSELY.

But like a brand new key opening up a rusty old lock, pressing against her boobs not only gave you a boner, it also reopened all of your memories back in your sophomore year.