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OOC: Hey I'm back. If anyone is interested, I need one dominant man for my thread. If you're hoping to post, please PM me. Merci! 

The water felt great onto my soft, tired skin. A day's worth of volleyball practice sure took its toll on me. It wasn't easy; I felt insecure while playing due to my...stature. Men would primarily attend the game and watch me play, making me feel incredibly self-conscious about everything. Still, I tried my damn hardest to not let it get to me. I was in it to be part of something, an aspect in my life that I found invaluable. I was in my college's volleyball team and we would, in short time, participate into competitions against others. Our establishment had quite a few trophies in numerous sports, but none yet in volleyball. I planned to change that.
Aside from that, I attend the school to eventually get myself a degree in architecture. I found that differed from most of my friends, each who shared similar dreams to become a doctor, or a psychologist. I did well in my academics for sure, going well above class average. Still, with all this studying and practicing, I found myself with little to no time to spend with guys my age. My social life was actually getting pretty mundane, now that I think about it.
At the moment, I'm back at home for the weekend. I didn't come by to see my folks very often now (as I've mentioned, I've been incredibly busy) but took it upon myself to come by...and they weren't home. Just my luck. My brother was here, though two minutes after I show up he tells me that he had to go to work. Still, as to not waste a trip, I thought that relaxing was in order.
Leaning my head back, my mind slowly drifted away. That is, until I heard someone call me out; "Hey Megan."
I turn to see my brother's friend, John, standing over by the fence. He didn't even waste time standing behind it - he quickly jumped over and came over near me. "What are you doing over here sexy?"
I nearly cringed. He was always all over me, despite being his best friend's sister. "Just home for the weekend." I reply, noticing how his eyes were practically scanning my chest.

The water felt great onto my soft, tired skin. A day's worth of volleyball practice sure took its toll on me. It wasn't easy; I felt insecure while playing due to my...stature. Men would primarily attend the game and watch me play, making me feel incredibly self-conscious about everything. Still, I tried my damn hardest to not let it get to me. I was in it to be part of something, an aspect in my life that I found invaluable. I was in my college's volleyball team and we would, in short time, participate into competitions against others. Our establishment had quite a few trophies in numerous sports, but none yet in volleyball. I planned to change that.
Aside from that, I attend the school to eventually get myself a degree in architecture. I found that differed from most of my friends, each who shared similar dreams to become a doctor, or a psychologist. I did well in my academics for sure, going well above class average. Still, with all this studying and practicing, I found myself with little to no time to spend with guys my age. My social life was actually getting pretty mundane, now that I think about it.
At the moment, I'm back at home for the weekend. I didn't come by to see my folks very often now (as I've mentioned, I've been incredibly busy) but took it upon myself to come by...and they weren't home. Just my luck. My brother was here, though two minutes after I show up he tells me that he had to go to work. Still, as to not waste a trip, I thought that relaxing was in order.
Leaning my head back, my mind slowly drifted away. That is, until I heard someone call me out; "Hey Megan."
I turn to see my brother's friend, John, standing over by the fence. He didn't even waste time standing behind it - he quickly jumped over and came over near me. "What are you doing over here sexy?"
I nearly cringed. He was always all over me, despite being his best friend's sister. "Just home for the weekend." I reply, noticing how his eyes were practically scanning my chest.
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