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My name is Chad Dupree. You can say I have a big imagination. It served me well. Other times… well, let’s get to that. I write sexual fantasies. You can say I am a horndog, sure. At least I express it. I am in college to become a writer. You would think that college has girls and sex everywhere. Yes and no.You’ve got to know where to look. Sometimes, it finds you. In that case, be ready. In the meantime, I have written about numerous girls with numerous fantasies in a single yellow book. These are their stories.Our first fantasy is about an old friend from the past. Her name was Amber. She was one of my first female friends and my first real crush. We met in seventh grade. There was something about her that was different just by looking at her. We became friends. Eighth grade came. I asked my friend to tell her to say I liked her for me…“She said she’ll think about it,” My friend said.I wasn’t dumb. That meant no. I was used to rejection. At the end of eighth grade, I wanted to say goodbye kaçak iddaa to Amber due to the fact we were going to different high schools.“So, you know, after today, I might not see you again. You might not see me again…” I said.“Look, just don’t forget about me when you get to high school, all right?” She said, smiling. Afterwards, she gave me a piece of folded paper. It was her phone number.“Don’t worry, I won’t,” I said. I never used the number.Eight years later…It was the third quarter, close to a blowout. We were going to win. But I liked blowouts. They seemed funny to me. I watched the next play intently as the quarterback dropped back to pass. He threw it quick and deep down the field. The crowd cheered as the defensive back intercepted the ball.“Welcome to Sports Center, bitch!” I heckled as loud as I could, laughing.I looked back to the top of the stairs, and I see a familiar face. She waved. All of a sudden, I had a stupid grin on my face. It was her. My crush from the kaçak bahis eighth grade. It was early in the season, so it was still warm out. She was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, showing off her long chocolate legs of hers that I remembered. She still looked the same, only like I remembered there was something different about her. Something womanly.“Hey, Chad!”“Hey, what’s up?” I said, genuinely happy to see her. We hugged. I smelled her scent deeply. That was the first time I hugged her.“This is my boyfriend.” She said, deflating all my wind out of my sails. I greeted him.“What brings you here?” I said inquisitively, trying to take in all of her striking facial features.I wanted to touch her chocolate colored skin. I could easily look her in the eyes for some reason. There was a friendliness about them. But her lips… were absolutely perfect. I always thought so. She was the first girl I wanted to kiss.“His people are on the coaching staff on the other team. Come on now. You know I’m illegal bahis not a football person.” She said.She ran track in the past. She had an athlete’s physique in middle school: She was as tall as me, breasts just budding in, and long legs. Now she had hips and her full breasts had formed and I was taller than her. Puberty. Amazing.“Come on, you got to admit some of these guys are fast.” She shot me a glare.“Okay. You win.” I conceded the one-sided argument.As the game went on to become even more of a blowout, I snuck in a few looks at her body.Those feelings from way back to middle school began to turn into lust.“So, you a student here?” Amber asked.“Yup,” I said simply.“How long have you been here?”“I’m a senior now. What you been doing lately?” I said, trying my damnedest not to look at her breasts.“Working.”“Cool. Cool.” I said.The crowd cheered again. I jerked my head. I shrugged at what happened as if nothing happened.“What’s your major?”“Literature. Hoping to become a writer.” I said.“What are you writing?” She said.“I don’t know, maybe a memoir. Maybe you’ll be in it.” I said, half-jokingly, looking at her face again. We caught up a little bit before she finally left with her man…

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