My name is Griffin. A pretty cool name for a pretty uncool guy. Yet somehow, things have worked out quite well for me. I’m a College student currently living in my own place with my girlfriend. I never thought the word “girlfriend” would ever be something in my life. I have always been an awkward, introverted loner. As well as a scrawny asthmatic who would faint at a hot girl so much as saying hello to me. I’m not kidding. It’s happened more than once.
Then one day, my life changed forever in a way that I could never have possibly imagined. I had a decent amount of down time between two particular classes of mine, so I spent it just chilling at the lounge on campus. I was immersed in my phone when I suddenly felt a presence looming over me. I looked up to see an absolutely spectacular pair of tits. At least an F cup if I had to guess. I had to stop my jaw from dropping. I looked further up to see a face I recognized.
She was a member of the university’s girls’ volleyball team. I had attended all of their games despite never caring much for sports. I mostly did it to check out the girls. I’m pretty sure every guy there had the same idea. I never learned their names but this particular girl had always captivated me more than any others.
She was black and had a nice, infectious smile. She was tall. Taller than me, in fact and her body was toned to perfection. You could take one look at this girl and immediately think “athlete”. Her hair was long and silky and dark. Always in a ponytail as is custom for female athletes. She also had by far the best ass I had ever seen in my entire life. Both in person and on the Internet. You could serve dinner for two on those cheeks if she bent over.
She just smiled down at me as I began sweating buckets. I began to get nervous that she had finally noticed how much I had been checking her out at her games and was angry about that. This girl could snap my neck with one hand. However, my fear began to dissipate as I saw her smile gently down onto me.
“Excuse me.” She said in the sweetest, most beautiful voice ever to grace my ears. “Every other seat here is taken. You don’t mind if I sit with you…Do you?”
“No…” I said after suppressing a gulp.
“Thank you.” She said.
She sat down next to me. Very close, in fact. I began to get lightheaded.
“I’m Tanya by the way.” She introduced herself.
“I’m…Griffin.” I said in between breaths.
She then sat down next to me, nice and snugly. I hoped to God that my face wasn’t blushing as red as it felt.
“I couldn’t help but notice you checking out me and my teammates at our games.” She said bluntly.
“I..uh…” I stammered.
“Come on, we see right through you.” Tanya said with a laugh. “You’re clearly not the sports type…Nor are you the only one there just to ogle us.”
I didn’t say a word. She read me like a book. All I could do was look away in embarrassment.
“Hey, relax.” She said as she playfully punched me in the arm. It actually hurt a bit. “Why do you think I joined the team? I can’t get enough of checking them out myself.”
My embarrassment quickly vanished and was just as quickly replaced with excitement. Tanya was bisexual. Could she be any more perfect?
“So, did you come here just to embarrass me?” I asked as I got more comfortable with her.
“No.” She answered. “I came here to ask if you have a girlfriend.”
My eyes went wide. No girl has ever asked me that in my entire life. Yes, girls typically expect the guy to make the first move but still.
“No…I don’t.” I answered with as much dignity as I could.
“Well, today’s your lucky day, Grif.” She said. “Because starting right now, you do.”
An awkward silence came after that. The only thing missing was a tumbleweed bouncing past us. I couldn’t believe this was happening.
“This…This isn’t some kind of prank, is it?” I asked. “Did your friends dare you or something?”
“Geez, you don’t have any self esteem at all, do you?” Tanya asked rhetorically. “Well, we can work on that…Boyfriend.”
Don’t ask me how but I could somehow just tell that she was being genuine.
“Well…Okay.” I said. “If you don’t mind me asking though…Why me?”
“It’s complicated.” She said. “To be honest, you always being by yourself, always being so quiet and minding your own business…It just seems so sexy to me. You’re all cool and mysterious.”
“Most people probably think I plan on shooting this place up someday.” I joked.
“Well, I can read people.” Tanya said. “And I can tell you’re a good person. Humble, helpful and never bothering anyone. I like that. I’ve always been an extrovert myself but I sometimes get tired of other people and how annoying they can be. I like how easy you are to be around.”
“Well…Thanks.” I said as I uncomfortably rubbed the back of my head.
“You just appreciate hot girls when you see them.” Tanya added. “And again, you’re far from the only one.”
I smiled. I so rarely have anyone believe in me like this. Let alone someone as amazing as her. I was tempted to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.
“You’re not dreaming, Grif.” She said as if reading my mind. “This is really happening.”
“You sure you won’t be too embarrassed of me?” I asked.
“I think people will be more jealous of you than anything else.” She said.
Confidence born of pure fact.
She then grabbed my hand, took out a sharpie and began writing on it.
“Call me tonight, okay?” She asked as she finished writing her number.
She then kissed me on the cheek before running away, deliberately swaying her dump truck ass for my viewing pleasure as she did so. I was just about to faint when the bell rang…or rung…or whatever the past tense version of “ring” is. I had to get to class. And so I did so, smiling bigger than I thought possible. Today was the beginning of the rest of my life.
A few months have passed since that glorious day and things have only been getting better. Tanya and I pooled our money together and got our own place and we were more than happy to have our housewarming party in the bedroom. I have, of course, been attending all of her volleyball games ever since and with much less shame now. I still checked out her teammates as she had no problem with that. Even saying that it would be hypocritical as she checks them out even more than I do, as she claims.
Tanya has always been happy to gossip about her teammates to me. As is custom with a College girls’ volleyball team, there are 17 members, including Tanya herself. I couldn’t really memorize most of them. Well, except for one. Rachel. The team captain. Boy, Tanya never has anything good to say about her besides her looks. Which I can’t blame her for.
Most of the other players blended in for me but not Rachel. She was the one that I checked out the most besides Tanya and for good reason. She certainly stands out. She’s like Tanya’s polar opposite. While Tanya screams “athlete” when you look at her, with Rachel, she couldn’t be further from that. Despite her toned physique, she was actually a goth girl. And a smoking hot one at that. She wore black makeup, black eyeliner, black lipstick and had dyed, dark blue hair on the outside with highlights of various shades of blue on the inside.
Other than that, she had a similar build to Tanya. Amazing tits. An F cup, as Tanya would tell me. Just like herself. Her hair was also quite long and usually kept in a ponytail. I had never met her directly and honestly, she intimidated me way too much to approach her. She had eyes that screamed “Upset me and you die” and from what Tanya told me, Rachel was insufferable to work with.
Despite her appearance suggesting otherwise, Rachel took athletics quite seriously and was like a drill sergeant to the rest of the team. In spite of this, they were all quite loyal to her as she led the team to many victories. Tanya could not deny how good she was at her job but she was bitter about it. She told me how she always wished that she was captain instead or at the very least, co-captain so that she could bring some balance to how the team is led.
However, when I asked Tanya why she didn’t try and go for that, she always got rather uncharacteristically nervous and dodged the question. The closest thing to answer I ever got out of her was “It’s complicated”. If I ever got pushy about it, she would offer me sex to drop it and I was happy to oblige. Still, I wanted to be a supportive boyfriend and help her stand up for herself but what else could I really do?
As time went on, I couldn’t help but notice some strange occurrences. I found myself waking up in the middle of the night for no apparent reason. Always after midnight too. I’ve listened to too many Mr. Nightmare stories to just ignore that, so I decided to get to the bottom of it. One night, I had decided to stay up late to get a better idea of what it was. I did that about three times but never noticed anything. Was I just getting insomnia?
However, one night in particular, I was about to get up to take a piss when I opened my door just enough to hear footsteps. I stopped just in time not to give myself away. I peeked through the opening to see Tanya fully dressed. My curiosity peaked. She opened the front door as quietly as she could. It clicked with me. Tanya getting up and leaving every night was what had been waking me up. Why?
My more rational side told me to just mind my own business and pretend I saw nothing before I ruined the best thing that ever happened to me…but I just couldn’t help myself. I got dressed as quickly as I could and went outside carefully to see Tanya walking down the block…towards campus, which was within walking distance of our place. What was she planning on doing? The whole campus was locked down. Whatever she was doing could potentially be dangerous, so I decided to follow her at a distance…Or at least that was my justification of it.
I could just ask her about this in the morning but I have a very strong suspicion that she doesn’t want me to know about whatever it is that she’s doing. I had to find out now. Was she cheating on me? Or doing something illegal? Suddenly, she started running out of nowhere. Did she see me? What if she doesn’t realize it’s me and calls the cops? I followed her as best I could without taking any unnecessary risks. I came close to having an asthma attack before she finally slowed down.
We were at the outside entrance to a girls’ locker room. The very same girls’ locker room that Tanya’s team always used. She pushed the door open easily. It had been left unlocked. I let it close before I went in myself, taking a blast of my inhaler, waiting about 20 seconds and then finally going in.
If only I had known what I was getting myself into. Nothing and I mean, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING could have ever possibly prepared me for what I was about to see inside of that locker room.
