A Fictional Encounter with a High School Friend Author’s Note: This, along with the other stories I will be posting are what-if scenarios with women that I could’ve had something with at some point, had I made different decisions. Names have been changed to protect my own identity, and the identity of the young women portrayed here. This is a work of FICTION, and has not, and will never occur. Ever. As much as I would enjoy the opportunity, I know it is not my place to do so. Enjoy :) Xxx It was a hot, scorching summer in the year of 2004. I was a fairly average high school graduate, with average friends, an average physique, and an average interest in the fairer sex. I was fortunate, all things considered; had successful relationships, been in love, and thankfully was able to lose the V-card before graduation. Thankfully without the over-the-top shenanigans or erogenous use of pie. As of late however, I had reconnected with an old family friend named Madison. She lived with her mom, a single parent in a small apartment/townhouse complex not far from my own home. I knew her since she was a toddler, being babysat by my neighbors when we moved into the upper class neighborhood north of Chicago. She was just starting to mature into a beautiful young woman, one that had begun to catch my eye. She had sparkling green-hazel eyes, medium length brunette hair; she was average height, a very slim yet athletic build. The budding development of firm A-cup sized breasts were just starting to form, I knew from seeing her as a young girl in the local pool that her areolas were small, with a neutral beige color and equally small nipples. I couldn’t help but feel a pinch of attraction to her physique, along with her tomboy persona. Both simply made her into a phenomenal young woman. Now I was by no means a pedophile, I appreciated beauty, I knew that something’s just shouldn’t happen, and I rarely looked at young women like meat, even at the young age of 18. I knew in my heart that children shouldn’t be exposed to all the parts of an adult’s life, particularly sexual ones. Madison seemed different, as I learned earlier that day. …and then things took a turn
