How Did I Get Here?

he next morning, I ran to their address. It was about 2 miles from me on the outskirts of the town. It was a big old farm house with a large barn in the back of the driveway. A basketball hoop was attached to the barn over the large double doors. I walked up the stairs on to the front porch and knocked on the door. The door opened almost immediately and there stood a mountain of a girl. She was six foot six inches tall, with short blond hair, bright blue eyes and a dazzling smile." Hello coach" she said coming out the door. She took my hand and I was amazed at how big her hands were and how firm her grip was. Dressed in sweats it was hard to get an idea of how her body was, but for me it was lust at first sight.

I told her we would start off slowly, I didn't want to overdo it the first day. It would be a workout to judge in what kind of shape she was in. This week we would start off by walking down to the school, maybe taking a lap or two then walking back. I saw the disappointment in her eyes, but she agreed. We talked as we walked. She had always been big for her age. Her dad was obviously big and her mom had been big as well. I caught the use of the past tense and asked what happen. "She died two years ago of a brain aneurism." I'm so sorry" "Thanks, now it's just me and my dad. He's a construction engineer for a large construction company. We moved he about six months ago, right after my accident, he's overseeing a bridge construction project in the valley. I'm hoping to get back into shape so that I can get a full scholarship to play for the Tennessee Lady Vols basketball team, and maybe if I continue to improve to play professionally somewhere someday." I thought she was looking ok so I said "let's jog for the next few minutes." With that, her smile came back and off we went at a slow jog. That lasted about five minutes before she had to slow down to a walk again. I guess I'm not in as good a shape as I thought." "Give it time, you'll make it all the way back and beyond. I promise" We made it to the school and out to the track. She insisted that we take at least one lap, and then headed back home. Each day we would start out the same way, with a little more jogging and one additional lap. After about three weeks there was no more walking. After two more weeks went by we began doing wind sprints once we got to the track. In the sprints I would always start out a little faster than her, but by the thirty yard mark this giant gazelle with her long strides would overtake me and finish about ten yards ahead of me. She was just magnificent. The more we worked out, the more I got to know her, the deeper in love I fell.

By the start of the school year, she was in great shape, she had dropped about 15 pounds she said; although it looked like more to me. I picked her up for the first day of school, my dad had given me his old VW Beetle to drive. It was fun watching her get in and out of the bug, even with the seat all the way back her knees still hit the dash board. In school was the first time I really got to get a better idea of her body. She was really broad at the shoulders and had a remarkably narrow waist for someone so big. Her legs were long of course and ended in a nice tight butt. As we walked through the halls, arm in arm, sometimes holding hands we looked even odder than when Sean & I were best friends. We were now christened the odd couple. Erika would come to my house sometimes to study she would eat over occasionally as well. My parents loved her. I loved her. There was just one problem, I don't think she ever loved me.