Denise will get to see you in all your naked glory.

You're rifling through your locker, making some final preparations by checking that you had everything you could possibly need, there was something seriously major happening today; an event that would guarantee you and Denise plenty of time together, something you wouldn't want your morning's run of bad luck to ruin.

Nodding your head, satisfied with everything necessary being accounted for and in order, you shut the door to your locker, but discover to great shock, that the point in space it occupied a half-second ago contains a smiling face that's leaning in way too close. You trip backwards over yourself in fright, and fall to the floor, shrieking on your brief journey earthward.

Clutching at your heart, trying—and failing—to breathe regularly, you recognize your incredibly tall, bosomy crush, Denise, as the person who startled you.

"Yo, Sam, you got everything ready?" She asks, looking down the massive distance between her face and the spot you're occupying on the ground, grinning excitedly.

You let your eyes begin staring at her sneakers, drift up her amazingly long, sexy legs, stop off at those incredible booty shorts she seemed to wear whenever she wasn't made to dress in something else which basically shrink-wrap her curvy hips, and- whoops! The hand she's offering to help you get back up.

The two of you sheepishly say "Sorry," in unison as Denise brings you to your feet with her strong arms.

Clearing your throat as quietly as you could now that you're upright, you answer the beautiful basketball player's question eagerly; "You know it! I was just getting everything in order when you startled me, which, just so we're clear, I enjoyed… But come on, Denise, we've been looking forward to this for like, a month now, did you really think I'd forget..."