Seduction or ?

Authors note: This story is heavily inspired by Beauty and the Nerd. If you haven't already read that, go read it first, it's probably better than this, and currently much longer. I'll most likely try and go in a slightly different direction. Also, all characters engaging in any sexual activity are over the age of 18. Just saying it here so I don't have to go out of my way and say it throughout the story.

I'd known Sophie for essentially my whole life. We'd lived next door to her family from before I was born until just before high school. We'd moved into a bigger house in a more affluent suburb after my dad had worked his way up several rungs in the corporate ladder. Sophie and I had been best friends all through primary school, and though we'd drifted apart in high school I still saw her regularly outside of school when she'd come around to our house with her parents. She'd been a cute kid when she was younger, with her mum's perfect light brown skin, and a perfect smile. I used to love making her laugh, just to see her cheeks dimple. She'd gotten even more beautiful after hitting puberty and inheriting her mothers perfect figure as well, seeming to completely dodge the awkward phase everyone else went through.

She'd quickly gotten in on the dating craze at high school, always dating one of the popular boys, or sometimes one of the better looking guys from one of the nearby schools. I'd often see her spending her lunchtimes making out with whoever she was currently seeing, or, if she was between boyfriends, openly flirting with all the boys in the popular group at once. She would giggle merrily at all their jokes, her eyes sparkling, casually reaching out to touch their arms. She would get in play fights with them, letting their hands roam a little too freely over her body as they tickled her, her perfect legs kicking out as they picked her up.

As you can probably tell by now, I was madly in love with her, and had been for as long as I could remember.

Meanwhile, while Sophie was having a high school experience right out of a movie, in high school I'd gravitated towards the nerds, and still hadn't even had my first kiss. Puberty had provided me with a small upwards growth spurt, but had failed to bulk me up at all, leaving me at 5'6" and 50kg (110 lbs). It also blessed me with a pimply face, just to top it off. By senior year I had still barely grown, and was still cursed with a healthy splattering of acne.

Joining different cliques at the beginning of high school, Sophie rarely ever paid me any attention at school. I'd tried to keep the friendship going, but had eventually giving up after getting less and less in the way of replies from her and more and more teasing from her friends. When she visited our house with her family she was totally different. While never back to the close friendship of our primary school days, she was much more personable, laughing at my jokes and joining in to the conversation at the dinner table. She also took advantage of not needing to wear uniform to wear much more provocative outfits, her favourite being short shorts and crop tops. She still managed to look mostly innocent in them, but she seemed to almost enjoy catching me staring at her. She'd glare angrily at me, and I'd jerk my head away and blush furiously. Yet she'd be back to bending herself over in front of me within minutes, allowing me another look down her top, or at the bottom of her butt cheeks peeking out as her tight shorts rode up. I desperately tried not to get caught sneaking a look, not wanting to ruin my chances with her even further, but she seemed to have an uncanny ability to know when I was looking.