Amy White

"She's Amy White, a friend, and my crush," You whisper back, with a hint of embarrassment at those last words "So don't call her that, got it?"

You don't get a response

"Look at you! You guys almost look like different people now," Amy says before sitting down.

You sit down on the stool to the left of her while Amina takes the one to her right. You catch her staring at your right pant leg on your way down, and she looks up to meet your gaze. Her cheeks flush a deep crimson as her head snaps to Amina, who smiles in reaction to this wordless exchange but pretends to ignore it for Amy's sake.

She tells Amy a little white lie to keep the act going. "Thanks for noticing, we both woke up this morning changed. Turns out we both got our extra growth spurts overnight! How crazy is that?!"

"Haha, I think it'd be harder not to notice! But like, what're the odds of that?" Amy says.

"Yeah it's cra-"

Their conversation becomes background noise as all you can focus on is Amy. Today she has on a forest green cardigan over a white tube top, exposing her midriff, ripped blue jeans hug her waist while checker patterned Converse All-stars present pink, floral patterned socks that do not match in the slightest. Smirking at her choice of poorly paired footwear, you close your eyes and reminisce about how you previously managed to get so close with such a girl.

Before this year you had simply admired her from afar, being mere acquaintances whose conversations with each other were only in passing during the classes you had shared over the years. This year was different though, you had your first three periods together and were seated next to each other in two of them. Since you were one of the only people she recognized in any of those classes, she reached out a hand. After quickly becoming friends the rest is history.

Every part of Amy came together to make your dream girl. She was short, being just 5'3", with caramel skin, almond shaped hazel eyes, rosy lips, cute face, she did have some acne scarring but she never bothers to cover it up with makeup and you appreciate that fact. Beautiful auburn locks spill over her shoulders and end in curls just long enough to cover her perky C cups. Amy is a sporty girl, she's on the volleyball team and it showed if you just looked at her ass. It's big, beautiful, bouncy, and heart shaped. That is paired with her impressively broad hips, and her supple thighs that only let a sliver of light through.

These were just her physical traits. Although she looked great, the thing that sealed the deal was her personality. Fitting words to describe her with would be; energetic, outgoing, silly, and kind. Many, yourself included, thought she'd be the kind of girl to have a crowd of people around her at all times, but no, in reality she only has one other friend who she hangs out with regularly.

You finish staring at Amy just as her conversations with Amina wraps up and the bell rings. Your teacher, Mr. Matthews, begins to explain that today was going to be an easy day. Just a packet asking you some questions on the periodic table, only a few pages. He's a good teacher, if a little excitable. If a student with the same passion for chemistry asked a particularly interesting question he'd go on a long tangent about that subject, but if a student ignored him or didn't listen to his instructions he'd get mad. Like you said, generally a good teacher with a few flaws.

There's little time to talk the rest of the period, but every once in awhile you feel Amy's gaze on you. Just as you had stared at her earlier, she observes every facet of your improved body. Unsurprisingly, most of her focus is directed towards your bulge. Curiously, however, the other thing she keeps coming back to is your face, catching you off guard since you didn't do much to it.

Once the bell rings everyone quickly piles out the door heading for second period. Amina splits off from the two of you in the halls, heading to a different class.

This period is PE, so you begin formulating a plan on how to rope in Amy while changing into your schools standard gym clothes, a plain white t-shirt and some red basketball shorts. While waiting for Amy to exit the locker rooms you mingle with some friends who're impressed by your new look, until you feel someone tapping on your shoulder. Spinning around, you see your favorite part of every day.

Amy knows she looks good, although she acts modest, she will occasionally show off when she gets the chance, PE being one of the places where she regularly does. Like usual, her t-shirt is tied in the back making it hug her curves. She also opted out of wearing the normal red basketball shorts and instead has chosen some red dolphin shorts that her ass fills out nicely.

Once the period begins your PE teacher says that, "Today we will be heading to the weights room."

'Well that puts a kink in my plans.' So you wish that she's out sick for the day.

In the blink of an eye she's replaced by a bored substitute who tells the class, "'Cause your teacher doesn't feel well today I'm here instead. I'm just gonna take roll then you guys can do whatever inside the gym."

With that out of the way, you set your plan into motion. You head to the basketball hoops and gather enough people to get a game going, including Amy, of course. The game is normal, until Amy gets in close and leaps to score a point, sensing your opportunity you jump in front of her to block her shot.

'Sorry about this.' You apologize mentally.

You intercept her midair, sending her to the ground with you on top of her, your crotch to her face. You make sure that you come out unscathed but wish that she doesn't.

The substitute runs over, asking if you're both ok. You tell her that you're fine, but Amy exhales in pain as she mumbles, "I think I rolled my ankle in the fall," while massaging her left leg.

"I'll take her to the nurses office to get an ice pack," you offer.

After the substitute hands over a quickly scribbled hall pass, you bend down to support Amy's left side, slowly hobbling out of the gym.

As soon as the doors close behind you, Amy speaks up, "I can tell you're uncomfortable crouching with that new height of yours Riley. Why don't you carry me instead? It's the least you can do."

You swiftly sweep her off her feet and into your arms, "I guess you're right. Does this mean you forgive me now?"

Amy giggles. She wraps her arms around your neck and teases, "Maybe if you kiss my boo-boo, then I'll consider it," waving her injured leg in your face.

You gently grab it and give her ankle a tender kiss.

Amy becomes flustered and stammers, "Y-you k-know I was joking, right Riley? You didn't actually have to d-do that, or p-p-pick me up for that m-matter!"

You look into her hazel eyes and tell her with a disarming smile, "I knew that."

"T-then why did you?" She asks.

Taking in a deep breath, you speak in a hushed tone, "I know that this isn't the greatest timing but, I like you."

"Put me down, please." Amy's voice is a whisper.

You set her down gently, preparing yourself and resolving to not change her answer. Then she embraces you, burying her face in your chest.

"I like you too, Riley!" She takes a step back, the corners of her eyes are wet, "But I just can't have this conversation with you while you're pitching a tent like that!" She points at your right pant leg which is definitely raised farther than the other. Wiping her eyes she lets out a laugh, "Hehe, let's get some privacy real quick."

She grabs your wrist leading you down a different hall to a girls bathroom and into the corner stall. She slams the toilet lid down and shoves you onto it. Tugging at your pants she asks, "How tall are you now?"

You smirk wryly at her, "And why does that matter exactly?"

She pauses her actions for a moment to speak, "Just answer the question."

Rolling your eyes you tell her "I'm 6'4"."

She begins struggling with your pants again. "Then let's hope this'll bridge that 13 inch gap between us!"

Your response to that terrible joke is one of your own, "Oh don't worry, I'll do that and then some."

"Huh, whatever you say Riley. Y'know it's rude to get a girl's hopes up like tha-" Is all Amy can get out before getting cut off as she gets smacked wetly in the face by your soft cock. It leaves a slimy trail of pre across her left cheek.