During the Junior/Senior lunch period, KC wandered into the cafeteria carrying the lunch he’d brought from home. He looked around for someplace to sit and stopped short when he saw her from across the room, sitting with a group of people he knew, and decided to meander over smoothly, hoping for an introduction. He’d seen this girl before, but he’d been with someone else at the time and wasn’t the kind of guy to let his eye wander.

But he was single now and couldn’t help but notice her. And long for her. There was something about her that drew him in. She had the bluest eyes, the prettiest smile, and full, round breasts that caused a twitch in his pants. In fact, he was so hard, he figured he’d better sit down quickly so as not to embarrass himself. Holding the brown lunch sack in front of the obvious boner, he walked over to the table.

KC joined the group, glancing first at her shapely legs in her cute, houndstooth check uniform skirt. His eyes traveled up until he was staring shamelessly at her chest covered by a T-shirt with a fancy, swirling design. He imagined his hands and his mouth all over her mounds and had to remind himself to take a breath. His friends said hello, then resumed chatting while he continued to enjoy the view.

When there was a lull in the conversation, he asked if anyone cared to share this lovely lady’s name with him. His friends looked at each other incredulously, then burst out laughing.

He frowned quizzically and asked, “What?”

The girl smirked and rolled her eyes. “You’ve been staring at my name for the past five minutes.”

Huh?

I looked at her shirt again, more closely this time, and felt like a moron. Sure enough, there it was, airbrushed across those gorgeous girls—Katarina.

His face felt hot, and he was sure he’d blown any chance he had with her. But she smiled, and that was all it took to be bewitched by her.

She seemed aloof the rest of the lunch period, but he caught her stealing glances at him. Each time she did, he imagined what it would be like to kiss those luscious lips, and how she would feel like riding on his horny, seventeen-year-old dick. She got up from the table to throw her trash away, and he could have sworn she wiggled her ass on purpose, hoping he would notice.

When the bell rang, throngs of students scattered, scurrying off to their next class. He thought he’d lost her in the crowd, but she turned and looked at him, wiggled her eyebrows, and smiled provocatively. Then she mouthed the word, later. Clearly, she didn’t care that he’d been a perv about practically drooling over her tits. He grinned. He was sure at that moment that he’d found the one—the woman of his dreams.

It wasn’t long before they were going steady, and he had her in the back seat of his car. He had been right about them being a perfect match sexually. She fit him like a glove.

So he did what any intelligent man would do: he married her six years later.