How I Got a Harem: the beginning
In high school I was in love with my best friend, Ashley. Ashley was a lovely girl with jet black hair that bounced in curls down to her shoulders. She had a face that was both cute and gorgeous and a smile that melted me. She was of medium height, maybe 5’5”, with a curvy but trim body. I drooled for years over her full breasts, perfectly proportioned C-cups, that she displayed in tight t-shirts. She was down to earth and funny, not at all stuck up even though she got plenty of attention, and I absolutely adored her. Even though Ashley was constantly being hit on, she didn’t show much interest in any guys at our school, except me. I couldn’t figure out why, exactly, Ashley liked me so much. She had her pick …