Prologue part 2

The day my life changed was like any other, woke up before the sun rose and went to the gym, getting a workout in before the place was flooded with soccer mom's doing yoga and running on the treadmill. I was pretty strong, so most of the weights I was using were unused by them but it was just better not having to work around them. Even though it has never happened to me, there are also the stories of women accusing men of ogling them across the gym. Going in the morning cancels all of those interactions. Anyway, the gym isn't part of the main story. I get home, make a quick breakfast and head to work, messaging Becka, my best friend from my childhood, while riding the bus. Becka was something special, the type of woman that men fantasize over during their "personal"time. How we grew up as friends was beyond me. It all started in middle school. I moved from another town and was eating alone at lunch. She just walked up and sat down as we we've been friends forever, asking what my mom packed in my lunch. At the time, she was all knees and elbows, or whatever the old timers say. She was also a foot or two taller than me at the time, puberty making her shoot up like a rocket while making me wait till the next year to grow taller. Yeah yeah, I know get on to the main part of the story. Be patient, I want you to know everything about this wonderful woman before we get to the good parts. Highschool came and she started to grow into a woman, learning to take better care of her body and how to properly put on makeup. The guys she did date came and went, like she was looking for something in a guy but couldn't find. During this whole time, I was there to offer a support, a shoulder to cry on. This was the time before cellphones, so the amount of nights we sat on the swings in the park by her house, talking the night away so we weren't hogging the home phone, was countless. But she never seemed interested in dating me, content on keeping me as a friend to get the closeness of someone who cares about you without actually dating me. College was rough, she was smart and went to college while my family was poor, so I started working full-time once I graduated highschool. She ended up moving back to our home town after she graduated and we picked up where we left off, spending all of our free time together to the point the small group of friends we had made fun of us, asking when we going to get married. We just brushed it off, though I would catch her staring at me after such moments, as if a question was just on the top of her tongue, held back by her lips. Let me describe her for you now that we're getting closer to the main story. She was tall for a woman in our area, being six foot standing barefoot. You would think being so tall, she would be all lanky but that was not the case with Becka. Her thighs were thick but not fat, a look leaning more towards the toned spectrum. Her ass was full and big from all of the squats she did in the gym. Her waist was small, once again from all of the time spent in the gym plus healthy way of eating. As a guy, I know nothing of cup sizes but her breast were easily more than a handful by the look of them. Here eyes had a sparkle to them, a deep blue like looking into the deep ocean. Her blond hair length varied on her mood and time of the year but she usually kept it cut so it hung down below her shoulders blades. She had a kind personality, gentle but quick to put you in your place if she thought you were treating her wrong.