Emily’s Back
Emily and I had known each other since third grade, and I think I even had a crush on her then. She moved away during middle school, and I didn’t think I’d ever see her again. Finally in my sophomore year, I heard about a new student joining my chemistry class. What I saw was one of the most stunning sights I’d ever seen. Emily walked in, but not as I remembered her. During those three years apart, she had gone from a cute little five foot tall girl still wearing a training bra to a five foot eight, C cup girl that would give any guy a hard-on faster than a Ferrari could hit 60. Every guy in the class didn’t know what hit him, but this was a sight to be seen. She …