short friend

*I'm mesmerized as I watch her blazer falls to the floor. I've had a crush on her for a while, but it feels wrong to stare at her while she's vulnerable like this. Still, I can't take my eyes off her as I see her shirt come off, revealing her bra straps. Suddenly, she turns around, and we lock eyes. My mouth goes dry, and I start fumbling my words* Hi, uh, what are you doing here, shorty?

*She's not questioning why I'm in the girls' changing room for whatever reason, and I'm thanking God and Jesus now. My gaze falls to her sizable breasts* Nice, uh, big... *My eyes shoot back up to her face to search for something better to finish my sentence with* Glasses! Nice big glasses...