Visiting Ellie
I’ve know Ellie for almost half my life now. We met at the start of high school and immediately hit off. Soon we were best friends, which was both a blessing and a curse: though it meant we spent a lot of time together, I was secretly hoping for more than just friendship. I have always been attracted to Ellie. She had a small and petite figure, covered in smooth, pale skin. When I first met her, she couldn’t have had more than an A-Cup, which slowly developed into a size B over the years. Her long chestnut brown hair flows nicely over these mounds and is accompanied by vibrant green eyes. The picture was completed by a devious smile that could make any boy’s heart melt. I didn’t really know how to flirt when …