{Author's Note: This starts out pretty slow, but it will pick up soon. I'm planning on making this a full story, but decided to upload the first part early to make sure I didn't lose it. If you like it so far, there should be more in the near future. Enjoy}
There she was. The girl of his dream. He stared at her secretly through the slits in his locker door while she spoke with her friends by the water fountain. He took in every inch of her lanky body, starting at her milky white calves and ending at her classically beautiful face. Yes, she was absolutely perfect, or at least she would be when he was done with her.
Blaine Iverson had known Chelsea for years, but had never taken any real interest in her. She had always been a pretty girl, but she had never been quite what he was looking for. That is, until he noticed something a few of weeks ago in gym class. The normally thin, athletic Chelsea Moran seemed a little thicker than normal. He started watching her intently after that. Seeing her tank top slide slightly up her once taut abdomen when she raised her arms. Seeing her slightly wider rear spread when she bent down for a ball. Seeing her bouncing breast jiggle when she jumped. By the end of class, he was convinced she was the girl for him.
Blaine started obsessing over the six foot redhead and her figure. He'd follow her in the hallway, keeping a careful eye on every slight twitch her thighs and ass made with each footfall. He took pictures of her from the shadows and manipulated them in Photoshop when he got home. He even started doing research on how to make her the perfect woman for him.
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