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The first day of my senior year something was different in my school, something that I can't really remember ever happening in all my years; we had a new girl. Some time over the summer her family had moved way out to Sadie Springs for God knows why, but I'll tell you she was something like I hadn't ever seen before. If I'm being honest with you, the reason I never told you the names of the 'beauty two' is because the moment I saw this girl I forgot them and they haven't come to me since; this new girl though, her name was Patty. Before Patty moved to town I really thought I had seen the prettiest girls could look with the 'beauty two' and mom, and my bed sheets had more than my share of evidence to back that up, but next to Patty they were all as dog ugly as they made the rest of the ladies in my town look next to them. Patty was a city girl like nothing any of us had ever seen, with reddish brown hair and the prettiest brown eyes, and from the best I could tell through all the clothes she wore she had a nice set of ass and titties on her something like I hadn't even imagined. I wish I could describe it better, but if you imagined what would happen if you packed the plumpest pig you could find in a lady's wash bag but made it all pretty and nice to look at that's the best way I could describe how she seemed to just want to burst out of her clothes. Yeah, it wouldn't be hard to imagine I had the heat for Patty something fierce, but unfortunately it was hardly only me with my eyes on her. Ever since Patty arrived at my school there was an uproar amongst the guys and even a good share of the ladies, nobody could even remember plain old whats her face anymore who ended up swallowing a bunch of her mom's pills a couple weeks into the school year. Things between my friends and I got pretty competitive and that led into some pretty rough patches, from school yard fights to even a fish hooking once it became so tense one of my friends stopped coming to school all together after spending three days with the doctor over a horse knot that I'll admit got out of hand. The strange thing is in all this time fighting amongst one another not one of us actually got up the nerve to talk to Patty, she was just far too pretty and way too shy to ever go that far, and soon we all got back to being friends again just the same as we were. Every day the four of us, my remaining three friends and I after our fifth got his sister pregnant and had to leave school, would sit in class staring at Patty and talking about how cute she was and how much we wanted to get under all those clothes. Why did she wear so much anyhow? Patty was pretty but if I'm being honest she always seemed kind of strange. Moving to Sadie probably wasn't up to her so that's on her parents, but the weirdness was in how shy she was and how much she tried to hide from everybody. At first the lot of us just thought maybe we had scared her with all the fighting and staring, but the more that slowed down it didn't seem to change much of anything. Those other two bland skanks always loved the attention they got and showed off what they could, but Patty was really more of a prude and hid a lot from everybody, hardly ever even talking besides when the teacher asked her a question. After almost a year of being tortured by Patty and having no idea what a pair of boobs felt like we all but stopped even amateur paying attention to Patty. I mean, don't get me wrong the lot of us smacked our biscuits to her six or seven times a day, sometimes even in the middle of class when nobody was looking, but it had really become just a normal dull part of our routine. The more I thought about the way my life was going and the closer I was to getting out of school the more it bothered me indian how little I had actually done so I guess I sort of snapped. Standing up in front of everyone at the middle of lunch I marched over to Patty and sat next to her. The first thing she did was put down her pork nuts and look down at her feet, and to be honest with you I couldn't say I didn't want to do the same with how red my face must have been. I was absolutely scared out of my mind looking at such a pretty girl so close to me, I thought I had to be crazy for going this far, and I don't know if it was the sound of my friends and the rest of the school gawking or the smell of stale piss down my leg but I reached my hand out to that cute girl and managed to give her a smile. It was the most agonizing time of my life, but after what must have been five hundred years Blowjobs she looked up at my hand, got the cutest little blush on her cheeks and put her hand in mine. Patty and I started eating lunch together teen every day, and I had become a bit of a legend in my school. I can't know for sure but I was told a right good few of the guys in my school wanted to kill me over what I was getting to do that they couldn't, but all I get were a bunch of stares and so many questions I couldn't keep up. One guy did get me really good with an apple shove, though, and I admit I had to hide how much it hurt for me to sit down those two weeks from Patty, but I did it gladly for Patty. The first good while all we would do was sit there without saying much of anything holding hands, but that was so much more than I ever thought I'd get to do with even one of the landfills nobody wanted that it was more than enough for me, I even got down to shaping the clay four times a day just being happy for what I had. One thing always bugged me though, why did she wear so many clothes and seem to hide from people so much? Even when we held hands she would wear gloves and hide her face behind her hair. It took me until the last week of school to ask her what was going on with her and if she was alright, and that's when she told softcore me she had something she wanted to talk to me about later that night by the old boot tree. If I were to be honest with you, I was sort of terrified of what she had to tell me while I was sitting out there in the dark. I had made sure to get to the tree early to make sure the old potato shack was nice for us to spend some quiet time where nobody would bother us, and admittedly to work up my nerves a bit. Just when it had been long enough for me to start to worry I heard the shack door creak open, and standing there in the moonlight was the prettiest girl I had ever seen, Patty. Something about Patty was a little different than usual, though. She was still completely covered below the neck by way more clothes than any girl should wear, but it was more exciting than usual, almost like it hugged her body more. “Very well. She walked to the chair and sat down, crossing her legs and smiling at Disha knowingly. I was actually irritated at being grabbed and determined not to let her start to get her own way or dominate me. 
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