Miss B-Cup


This begins with an old-fashioned case of a crush. It all started in my English class. I was pretty good at English. However, I would not realize my passion until later. This class was badly-behaved, and oddly enough, I liked it. I was looking for something juicy. Something to get my attention. Something interesting… Then I saw her.

It was the beginning of the year and my English class was going smoothly so far. Until one day when I noticed that all of the band people in that class (which was quite a few) was getting a little cliquish. My school was famously known for our band and it is like the life of the party in classes. There were predominantly male band members in my English class until she came in. Her name was Nicole. At first, I paid her no mind. Not that she wasn’t attractive. It was more like a… delayed reaction. She was always popular in the class, with boys talking to her left and right. Not only that, she was also the band secretary. In addition to those two, I learned later that she (and her brother who was almost equally as attractive) was related to the band director.

It all started when my English teacher made us sit in assigned seats. My seat was next to Nicole’s.

“Hey, Chad,” she said. I shyly waved back.

That day, she especially got attention. She was wearing a long yellow daffodil dress. I could hear the catcalls and whistles. Some were funny, some not so. Nicole was slender with long, striking black hair when we first met, with no curves that would pop your eyes. However, that was not her best asset to me. That day in class, we were covering Lord of the Flies by watching the movie. We had to finish this worksheet by the end of class. I read the book. So, I had no trouble completing it. However, Nicole asked for answers off my worksheet during the movie. This is where I noticed her. Her light latte-colored skin. Her pink, plump, juicy lips that I stared at more and more. I wanted to kiss them. She licked them unconsciously. My penis twitched in excitement. I wanted more, while simultaneously waiting for her to finish copying. I tried not to stare at her cute face by looking at the movie. She jerked me out my trance.

“Chad. Here.” She handed me my worksheet, thanking me, leaving me one last time to look at her beauty.

I was speechless. I liked her. I wanted her. I wanted to be with her. The thing was, I had no confidence at all. She did.

The end of the semester came. Nicole won Homecoming, hence my nickname for her. After a long time of thinking, on the last day before Christmas vacation, I decided to write a love note to her. I did it before the first period started that day. While listening to my music on my iPhone, I just let all my emotions out in about half a page ending with this line:

“You have some sexy lips.”

Little did I know that phrase would change my social life there forever.

At 2:20 pm promptly, I gave the note to Nicole and instructed her not to tell anybody about it. I left to go home after that.

The next day…

I walked into seventh period and sat down cautiously. Everything was normal.

“Ok, so far so good,” I thought.

Then Nicole walked in and socialized. Finally, she said hi to me. I waved back.

“Shit,” I said under my breath.

Then, another classmate of mine walked in. This is the first phrase he said:

“Where is he? Where is he? Ahahaha! He said ‘sexy lips!'”

“Oh my God. What’d I just do?” I said, facepalming myself, embarrassed. I had just confessed my affection to this chick only to get ridiculed.

“How you doing, Nicole? Lick your lips for me,” he said, milking the joke. At that point, I got annoyed. She did it. “I’m going to get you some ChapStick for Christmas.”

From that point forward, I decided to be positive. I decided to ride it out. I became infamous for that incident and she was my original muse for writing.

When the second semester started, my schedule changed. I was no longer in that class with her. I missed her. But I didn’t miss that class. That would be the only class we would have together. Now, Nicole was a late bloomer. She slowly but surely got curvier. I would soon find out she had a boyfriend. Nicole would have a new powerful asset as we got closer to high school graduation, and dudes fawned over her yoga pants. Her jeans. The way she walked.

One day at the end of the school year, we were in the auditorium trading pictures to sign. I signed hers with a lengthy message on the back of it. In the middle of it, she called my name:

“Chad! You writing a book over there?” she said, jokingly.

“Patience. Patience. It takes time for this.” I retorted.

I had been thinking about her nonstop. I wanted to be with her. I wrote about her. I thought she was one of the sexiest women I have ever seen. Was this it? I didn’t exactly say those three words to her. I poured those emotions out on the back of that picture where she looked so beautiful and I wrote it, and I think I meant it.

After high school, we would stay in town and go to college together. I think I saw her about three to four times after high school, including a time where I saw her with her new boyfriend, Don at a car wash by my house. Don and I have known each other since we were kids. However, the next time she was there, she was alone.

It was a weekend afternoon and I was walking home from the corner store when I saw a car and an ass that looked familiar. I tilted my head.


“Hey, Chad,” she said. She still looked the same. Beautiful.

“I knew I couldn’t mistake that. How you been doing?”

“Good,” she said.

“How’s Don?”

“Well, we… uh… we broke up.”

“Oh damn,” I said. “Can I ask why?”

“Uh… Fuck it, we’re all adults. He wanted to do some things sexually… that I’m kind of uncomfortable doing,” she said.

“So… you don’t suck dick?” I questioned. “With those lips?”

“No, Chad. Not that. Don watched porn too damn much and wants me to live out his fantasies. And remember my old boyfriend?” she said.

“That dude? Yup.”

“He wanted to fuck me in the restroom. I’m not just a sex object you can bend over and fuck. Plus, I’m not like those girls,” Nicole said. I thought to myself:

“Ohhh, you’re one of those. Okay.” I began to reminisce about seeing her in all the social settings I was at.

“Well, one thing to say about that. To be real, that’s just the way we are. Also, we have fantasies. That simple. I fantasized about you once upon a time.” I said.

“Well, I know that, Chad. Doing what, pray tell?”

“Kissing your beautiful sexy lips. Whispering in your ear. Touching your skin. Your hair. Making my way down your curvaceous body until I hit…” I got interrupted.


“I struck a nerve?” I questioned, tilting my head quizzically.

“No, you didn’t. Fuck me,” she said simply, kissing me with a newfound passion. Slowly our mouths began to open and chests began to heave. I finally broke the kiss off.

She commanded, “Get in. Back seat.”

We got in her Toyota Camry that she was in the progress of washing. I looked around, observing, when she stopped me in my tracks, grabbed my face and kissed me again. She straddled me. She took her shirt off and got her bra off, showing her B-cup breasts.

“You like these?” she said. I nodded, going to suckle on them. She wagged her finger at me.

“No, no, no, sir. Remember what you said?”

“Oh. Come here. I’ve been waiting to do this.” I said, almost teasing her. I whispered while kissing her on her beautiful neck:

“I’ve been waiting… since I was sixteen… for you. Now, the question really is: are you ready for this?”

I reached my hand down her pants and fondled her. I watched her as I did it. She silently moaned. She was damp. I passionately kissed her again while fondling her. Before long, I got rock-hard. She took off her pants (and underwear) which revealed her shaved beautiful treasure.

“You like it?”

I took off my pants to reveal my erect member.

“What do you think?”

She went down on me, sucking my erect member with her soft plump lips. I whispered in her ear:

“God, you’re so beautiful. Keep sucking.”

While she kept sucking, I kept fingering her beautiful pink vagina. She moaned as she was sucking. Her curvy ass looked so appetizing. It looked just like I remembered from back then. I gave it a smack.


I caressed it as she kept sucking.

She said, “Fuck me.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice. She began to straddle me, then said, “Wait.” She switched positions to all fours and looked back at me. I slapped both her ass cheeks as I went to eat her.

“Ugh. Ooh, yeah. Eat that pussy. Uh!” Nicole moaned in want, as I firmly caressed her ass cheeks. I fingered her wet vagina again.

“Suck them pussy juices off my fingers. Suck it.” I said to her with that primal look in my eyes. My erection was raging now.

“Get this dick.”

I inserted my member inside her.

“Ugh.” She let out a moan.

I began to penetrate her with all of the emotions I had pent up in my body since I had met her. It was anger, jealousy, love, lust, and a myriad of others.

“Ugh, ugh, fuck me!” she moaned with need.

“You like that, huh?” I slapped her buttock harder. “Huh?” I slapped it again.

I groped her hopping breasts and she answered me in a breathy moan, “Yeah.”

Which made me fuck her harder… and harder….

“Yeah! Yeah! Fuck me, Chad! Fuck me!” she moaned in ecstasy.

“Goddammit, you’re so beautiful. I’m coming. I’m coming.” I said. She quickly rolled over while my juices shot on her chest and stomach.

“Felt good, didn’t it?” Nicole said, still breathing hard.

I stared at her nude body and nodded.

“You know, Duchess, you like to be swept off your feet, do you? That soap opera, Disney princess, hopeless romantic crap?” I said while getting myself together.

“What girl doesn’t?”

I finally got my pants and shoes on and got my stuff from the corner store in hand.

“You know, I have a way with words and all… but someone once told me that not all are the same. Time to broaden your horizons, baby girl. Love you, baby girl.” I kissed her on the cheek and left.

She was so beautiful. But she needed to be let go… for good.