of her back, deep blue eyes that cut though you, legs that never ended, pale white skin that made cream look dark, all topped off with the two softest C cup breasts a man could hope for. In short, she was way out of my league. She was a 9.9 and I was a soft 7. It wasn't that I was ugly mind you, just plane. I was never a jock, never a body builder, just a quiet geek that grew up to be a quiet manager of people that were nerdyer than I was. Still, even without having been