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As for the girls who I KNEW would go farther? Well, most guys in the school knew they would go farther as well. And those guys were all taller than me. So I wasn’t even ON those girls’ radar. I had a snowball’s chance in hell of getting laid with one of them.
Now if there’s one good thing about being the “safe” guy, it was that none of the girls were afraid to be around me. I had a disproportionate number of female friends, and I became a VERY, VERY good listener. I learned a lot about what girls wanted and what frightened them and the things a guy needed to say to make her feel more comfortable.
I hoped my listening would all pay off someday. And when my growth spurt finally hit in the second half of Sophomore Year, it finally did.
Chapter 1: The Neighbor
“Wow, Ben! You’ve really sprouted, haven’t you?”
“Uh, I guess so, Miss McNeil.” I shrugged. I stood in front of my neighbor’s house wondering how long she was going to chat with me before getting to the point. It was a Saturday, and I’d much rather be zoned out in front of the TV right now. What do you expect? I was a 16-year-old boy. But my mom had ordered me to go help our neighbor with some housework and being a “nice” young man, I obediently went to help.
“I just saw you two weeks ago,” she said in amazement. “Have you grown another inch?”
“Uh, maybe,” I answered and looked at the floor. I KNEW I’d grown an extra inch to reach 5’9”. Maybe not in two weeks, but certainly in the last month. I’d been averaging an inch a month since January and I measured myself almost every day hoping for another eighth of an inch. Now, I was already three inches taller than HER now after living my life looking up to Miss McNeil. And at the rate I was going, I had dreams of reaching six feet.
Miss McNeil just leaned against the doorjamb and stared in amazement at me, her pale green eyes stark against the backdrop of her dark brown hair, which was pulled back into a casual ponytail. I tried not to notice her long legs clad in some very short shorts. The tight, white, V-necked baby-T hugged her curves and showed off her sizeable cleavage. Ever since my growth spurt had begun, my hormones had been in overdrive and it seemed like I was constantly thinking about sex. But fortunately, Miss McNeil was so distracted looking at me she didn’t notice me ogling her tits.
Forcing my eyes up to her face, I hefted the tool box in my left hand and stammered, “Uh, my mom told me to come by here. She said you needed help with something?”
She broke from her reverie and blinked a few times. Her pale skin turned a rosy pink as she blushed and then she smiled at me. “Right, right. There’re some slats on the porch railing that broke off during that last storm. And my yard is a mess of fallen tree branches.”
I turned and looked at the damage. Storms in Southern California usually weren’t a big deal, but it HAD been windy and she was right, the railing was damaged.
“Sorry,” she leaned forward and apologized with her eyes. “I can’t do anything anymore without a man in the house.”
I nodded. Miss McNeil’s husband had died in a car accident three years earlier. She was only 25 then. And in the intervening three years, I’d never once seen her date. It was inconceivable that such a beautiful young woman was still without a man in her life. Really, she was gorgeous and youthful. If she walked around my high school campus, dozens of guys would be asking her out.
“Okay, no problem. Are those standard sectionals they have at Home Depot?” I asked.
“You know, I have no idea. Colin put that together.” She winced slightly at the mention of her husband’s name. I figured that was why she was still single. She hadn’t yet gotten over her husband’s death.
“It’s alright. I’ll figure it out,” I assured her, moving the subject along. “Okay then, I’ll drive out and pick up what’s needed. Should be back in a half-hour.” I started to turn away.
“Really? Drive?” Miss McNeil looked surprised.
“Yeah. I turned sixteen last week.” Grinning, I pulled my car keys out of my pocket and tossed them in the air. My parents had bought me a 10-year-old Corolla. Nothing to impress girls with, but they were MY set of wheels.
“Well, happy belated birthday, Ben.”
“Thanks.”
“Bring back a receipt,” Miss McNeil reminded me. She crossed her arms over her chest, which inadvertently lifted and pressed her breasts together.
“Sure thing. See you later,” I told her tits.
“Bye.”
Two hours later, the sun was ascending high into the sky and sweat was literally dripping off my body. It was April, which was technically springtime. But in Orange County, California, that meant the occasional 90+ degree weather. So I’d stripped off my shirt and then poured half the contents of my water bottle over my head to cool off.
Repairing the railing had been a simple enough job. There were only two damaged sections, and a few tugs on the crowbar had pulled them loose. Nailing in the newly-bought pieces from Home Depot went quickly. Painting them took less than 20 minutes from prep to finish.
More of a hassle was picking up the strewn tree branches from around the yard. My muscles bulged as I used shears and a hacksaw to cut the branches down so they’d fit into the big green trash bin. And there were enough branches and debris that my 16-year-old body was getting tired.
“Wow, Ben. You’re looking good!”
The girlish voice had my attention immediately. I picked up my head and spun around in an awful hurry to see who was talking, and managed to scrape my arm on a branch in the process.
“Oww!” I yelped in instinct and shook out my arm, then turned and blushed to see Adrienne Dennis standing on the sidewalk, grinning at me.
“Oh, sorry!” she giggled. “Did you hurt yourself? I didn’t mean to distract you.”
“Uh, just a scratch,” I shrugged while deliberately pitching my voice lower. To tell the truth, the scratch stung like a motherfucker, and it was already forming a bright red welt. But I acted like it was nothing.
The gorgeous blonde teenager obviously let her eyes trail down my bare chest and naked torso before coming back up to my face. She grinned flirtatiously and giggled again. “You’re growing up, Ben.”
“I guess.” I shrugged again, playing it cool. At least, I played it as cool as a horny 16-year-old could. I tried to keep a straight face while I flexed my pectorals and tried to squeeze my abs. At this point in my growth spurt, I was still wiry and skinny instead of muscular, but I had pretty good definition.
“Well, I’ll see you at school, Ben. Sorry again for distracting you.” Adrienne flashed me a brilliant smile and then turned to walk across the street to her house. I held my pose for another ten seconds until I was sure she wasn’t going to turn back around towards me, and then I loudly exhaled and shook out my limbs as I let my body relax.
Adrienne Dennis was one of the hottest and most popular girls in school. She was a sophomore, like me, but she’d gotten her growth spurt early, reaching 5’10” and already had a D-cup at only fifteen. Along with a blessedly pretty face and a cheery blonde demeanor, Adrienne naturally fell in with the coolest cliques.
For the last six years we’d grown up on the same street together. But that proximity had never led to us being friends. She was cool, and I was… short. I had lots of female friends, but the hottest chicks weren’t among them. So sure, Adrienne knew who I was and I DEFINITELY knew who she was, but that conversation we’d just had was our longest conversation since Junior High.
Adrienne also had WAY more sex than I’d ever had. She was kind of a slut that way, or so the rumors went. She’d dated four different guys from the football team last year, and three on the basketball team. Even as a 14-year-old freshman, word around school was that all seven guys had gone all the way with her. This year she’d switched to water polo, but her latest boyfriend had lasted for six months so only two guys had gotten into her panties this year.
She’d been careful not to get herself into any bad situations like a gangbang or anything, but from her initials A.D., she had the legendary nickname of “All-Day”, referring to her ability to have sex for hours and hours on end. She certainly had plenty of unsupervised time. Her mom died years ago and her dad was a workaholic who was never, ever home.
Some might think that her reputation as a slut would be a turn-off. Nope. Her reputation just made every male in school hope they could be next, including me. So as I watched Adrienne’s tight ass swaying beneath her skirt as she walked across the street to her house, I felt a flush of confidence in me that All-Day Adrienne had noticed that I was starting to look good.
“She’s right you know.”
The new voice had me spinning around again, although I managed not to scrape myself on a branch this time.
Miss McNeil was standing on her porch looking at me with a little smile on her face and a glass of lemonade in her hand. She smiled at me. “You ARE looking pretty good. Get some meat on your bones and you’ll be quite the handsome devil, Ben.”
I blushed and looked at my feet.
Then Miss McNeil started laughing, “But right now, you just look a mess.” She stepped off the porch and came towards me in the yard to bring me the lemonade. “You’ve got paint splatters on your shorts and so much dirt!”
I shrugged and didn’t respond verbally. Miss McNeil may have been talking about the paint on my shorts, but her gaze was on my bare chest.
“And… oh!” Her tone jumped as she exclaimed suddenly, “Are you hurt?” Miss McNeil came up to me and held my arm, twisting it over to see the bright red welt that was snaking up the length of my forearm, which was also starting to ooze blood by now.
“Oh, well… it’s nothing,” I drawled, playing it cool once again. Miss McNeil may be an adult, but she was still a pretty girl. And every instinct in me told me to act brave in front of a pretty girl.
“Nothing? We’ve got to clean this up before you get an infection or something.” She tugged on my arm and started pulling me towards the house. “Let’s get you inside.”
“But… I’m almost done!” I protested.
“You can finish later.”
Five minutes later, I was sitting on a toilet with my arm in the sink. Miss McNeil had just finished washing it off with plenty of soap, and the basin was filled with murky brown water spiraling down into the drain. I probably could have cleaned it off myself, but I didn’t mind letting her do her thing. It actually felt pretty good to have Miss McNeil’s soft hands against my skin. Having her wash off my arm was the most female contact I’d had in a while.
That, and in the process of cleaning me, Miss McNeil had splashed some water onto her white shirt which was turning the material translucent and making it cling to the curves of her breasts. The shirt wasn’t soaked, but there were enough wet spots to stir my imagination and also reveal the lace pattern of her bra. I spent the entire time staring at her tits as they bulged out the V-necked top.
Oblivious to my gaze, Miss McNeil then left the bathroom for a minute and came back with a tube of Neosporin. There was also a small step-stool in the bathroom and she pulled it over to sit down on as she grabbed my arm again and started slathering on the ointment.
The thing with the step-stool was, it was about a foot shorter than the toilet seat I was on. And as Miss McNeil leaned forward to tend to my arm, I now had an absolutely PERFECT view down the front of her shirt.
And the view of her creamy breasts had the expected effect on my crotch.
“There!” The attractive 28-year-old brunette finished up and capped the Neosporin. “All better!”
I managed to move my eyes up to meet her cool green gaze just in time. But then I saw a twitch in her cheek and I watched as her gaze dropped down to my lap, where my cock was making quite the tent in my khaki cargo shorts.
“Oh, my,” she gasped and held a hand over her mouth.
I blushed scarlet crimson and bit my lip while quickly moving a hand to cover the intruder. “Sorry. I’m just a guy. I couldn’t help it.”
Still with one hand over her mouth, Miss McNeil canted her head to the side as she continued to stare at the bulge. “Is that… because of Adrienne?”
“Uh… no, Miss McNeil,” I winced.
“Then… because of me?” she asked in obvious disbelief.
“Well,” I waggled my hand for a moment before pointing at her chest. “You’re kinda giving me a really nice view,” I stammered. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.”
Miss McNeil gasped and then put both hands over her chest as she looked down and saw the cleavage-view she was giving me. “Oh. Oh! Sorry, I didn’t realize. These are just clothes for around the house. I wasn’t expecting visitors.”
“No need to apologize. I rather liked the view,” I smiled weakly.
Something in her green eyes flashed as she looked back up at me, but it was quickly smothered out. “Well, uh, Ben. You’re all cleaned up now.” Miss McNeil pointedly looked away from me as she stood up, still with her hands over her chest. “I guess you can finish up and then go home.”
“Sure, Miss McNeil.” The situation was awkward and if there’s something teenagers HATE, it’s ‘awkward’. Without another word, I left the bathroom and headed outside.
It only took me another half-hour before I was done. I didn’t bother to go say anything to Miss McNeil. She saw me through the window when I rolled her trash can back to its spot in the garage and I just waved goodbye.
Life at school continued on as it always had.
I doodled in my notebook during class. I played pickup basketball games during breaks, and politely said “hello” to every pretty girl I knew who passed me in the hallways.
Most of them even said “hello” back. I was still one of the “safe” guys and we were on friendly terms. But there was one girl who didn’t say “hello” back.
Despite our brief conversation yesterday, when I passed Adrienne Dennis in the hallway she didn’t even nod when I offered her a casual greeting. She was too starry-eyed for her Junior-class boyfriend and probably hadn’t noticed my existence. I just watched her big tits jiggling in her too-tight top, and when she passed I let my head turn around to follow her for a moment before the sound of someone else’s voice grabbed my attention.
“Dream on, Ben,” Megan Kwan teased before offering me a warm smile. She and I had the same fifth period class together and we often met up halfway. “Adrienne’s WAY out of your league.”
I shrugged and kept walking. “Is that why YOU won’t go out with me anymore, Megan? You’re out of my league, too?”
Megan punched me in the shoulder. “Yes. Me and my flat chest are out of your league.”
I smiled right back while Megan looked forlornly at her small breasts. She was a late bloomer like me, and over the past year we’d often commiserated over our lack of development. Our only two dates had been at the beginning of the academic year, and even though we hadn’t become boyfriend or girlfriend or anything, Megan and I had become pretty good friends. She respected that I didn’t push her past kissing or pressure her for more dates; and I liked that she hadn’t made fun of my rather short height. Perhaps because she’d been an inch shorter than me at the time had something to do with it. But I’d been growing since then and she was now up to 5’4” herself.
“I don’t know, Megan,” I drawled. “Guys have this hotness meter to determine if a girl is out of his league. Now I know you weren’t out of my league when we went on those dates, but your boobs HAVE been getting bigger. I think I need to feel their new size to decide if you’re out of my league now or not.”
“Ben!” Megan pretended to be shocked while she covered her chest with her arms. “Are you trying to talk your way into copping a feel?”
“I’m just a guy, Megan.” I grinned and we both started laughing.
“Stop flirting, you two,” a new voice cut in from behind us. Cassidy O’Leary was also in our fifth period and she’d caught up to us with a teasing grin on her face. “If you guys ever actually start dating again, who the heck am I going to hang out with?”
Life at home continued on as it always had.
I got home. I did my homework. I ate dinner, and then I holed up in front of the family room TV playing video games.
When my mom asked if I’d finished my homework, I simply moaned “YES” and went back to button-mashing. I really had done most of my homework, the exception being Biology; but I knew Kenny Doyle would let me copy his answers in the morning.
After my mom failed to dislodge me from the TV, my little sister Brooke tried next. She wanted to watch some dumb girls show but I just ignored the little twerp, who at 14 was two years younger than me. She did try to manually power off the gaming console, but I was quick to yell and spanked her ass twice before she ran away covering her butt.
My baby twin sisters Eden and Emma, who were only 10, came next. The twins and I never had any problems as I was always looking out for my littlest sisters, ever since they were infants. And the twins adored their big brother, so they had no interest in stopping my gaming. Instead, the girls just plopped onto the couch and sat on either side of me, leaning against me and peppering me with questions about what was going on and why I was trying to steal that car and whether I would steal the pink one if Emma asked me to.
So of course, I stole the pink car for Emma. Then I had to find another pink one for Eden.
The one who eventually got me off the video game console was my big sister, Brandi. Even though she was only two years older than me, she wielded that interval like a club. You know, she had the ‘I am the older sibling so you will jump when I tell you to’ kind of bossiness.
I’d thought Brandi had another date with her boyfriend tonight and would be out of the house, but I guess not. She came into the family room and ordered me off the TV so she could watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I was actually taller than her now and much stronger, but I had too many memories of the big troll beating me up to get her way, so when she started barking at me I sighed and switched off the game.
Eden and Emma went to go play with own things or something while I headed to my room. I figured now was as good a time as any to open my stash of stolen Playboys and jerk off to some titties.
It was a little over a week later when I found myself in front of Miss McNeil’s house. It was a Saturday, and I’d much rather be zoned out in front of the TV right now. But my mom had ordered me to go help our neighbor with some housework and being a “nice” young man, I obediently went to help… AGAIN.
At least this time I really HAD grown another eighth of an inch. But I figured I’d better get to at least 5’9” and three-quarters before claiming I was 5’10”. 5’9” and an eighth just didn’t have the same ring to it.
“Hi, Ben.” Miss McNeil smiled at me and I swear I saw another flash of something in her green eyes when she opened the door. I’d also been hoping for another glimpse of her big tits, but unfortunately, this time she was wearing a thick house robe that obscured everything from view.
I hefted the tool box in my left hand and said, “Hi Miss McNeil. Mom said you needed some help?”
“Yes, Ben. Come on in.” She stood back and let me into the house, closing the door behind us. “The towel bar in the bathroom fell off and I’m not sure how to put it back.”
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