How I Met Your Mothers (non-futa)

"Hey, David! Wait up!"

I turned, stunned, and wondered if I was dreaming. The vision jogging toward me - who had called out to me - was Kate Sinclair, and she was easily the hottest girl at our school. Maybe 5'2, brunette, in amazing shape. Legs that went on forever, brilliant green eyes, and a chest that belonged on someone a foot taller. She was currently in some sort exercise outfit - yoga pants and a tank top. She was also a cheerleader and normally only dated the football jocks, so why was she talking to me? But then I lost my train of thought, because, well. Bouncing tits. I only managed to drag my jaw back up and look up from them when she stopped next to me.

She smiled up to me, and I found myself smiling back in a daze. And then I realized my cock was getting hard, and I tried to shift unobtrusively to hide it. Thankfully, she didn't seem to notice. "Thank you so much for stopping." She reached out and touched my arm lightly as she spoke, and looked pleadingly into my eyes. "I really need your help. The big game is in an hour, and I have got to get laid first. Do you have half an hour or so?" Her other arm came up and she traced my jaw.

For a second - just a second - I thought this was real. That my dreams had come true. Of course I'd fantasized about Kate. I'm sure every guy at school had (well, except maybe the gay ones). I felt my heart soar, my erection hard in my pants, and I thought about Kate and I, naked - but then reality came crashing down on me.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, then stepped back. For a second I thought I'd lose it - the pain and anger, of her teasing me like this - but finally I got it under control. I opened my eyes and looked at her, and felt amazed that she could look confused at me. I couldn't believe this bitch could act this well.

My voice came out harsh. "Fuck you, Kate." I turned around and started walking away. "Play your jokes on someone else." I couldn't keep the hurt out of my voice, and to my shock I felt a tear run down my cheek. I closed my eyes again and shook my head. I would not let her see me cry over this fucking idiotic prank. I quickened my pace.

She ran up behind me, and reached out and caught my arm. Even her voice sounded confused. "David? I don't understand, what joke-"

I whirled, my anger loosed and out of control, and knocked her hand away. It took all my willpower to not shout, but I didn't want to share my humiliation with the rest of the school. Other students were looking at us curiously, but no one was close enough to hear. "Are you kidding me? I know what I am!" I gestured at myself - my glasses, my stomach, my flabby arms and legs. "I'm a nerd accountant with horn-rimmed glasses! I'm 50 pounds overweight! I haven't worked out in years, and a cheerleader wants me to fuck her?" I rolled my eyes. "This doesn't happen, alright? Not to guys like me. So go back and tell your jock boyfriends, wherever they're waiting, that you need to find someone else to fuck with, because I'm not falling for this bullshit." I wasn't sure where this was coming from, but it felt like the thousand betrayals, the friendzones (even though those are bullshit, FYI), all the girls who had ever turned me down were in front of me, and I could finally vent. "I mean fuck, Kate. Do you think I'm stupid? What's the point of this, aren't you supposed to be somewhere practicing bouncing with your friends right now?" Finally, I got control of my mouth, clamping down physically to keep the words from flowing out. Even if she deserved it, this wasn't who I wanted to be. I struggled to push down my anger, and realized with a burst of shame that I was panting for breath, that this stupid walk across the campus was enough to tire me.

I had no warning, just a quick step and then she had her arms around me in a hug. My eyes opened wide, startled, and I realized that she was crying. For a second I felt ashamed again, but then my rage came back. How dare she fucking manipulate me this way. Tears? Seriously? I started to speak, to shout and really tell her what she was, but she beat me to the punch.

"We can go to your room." Her voice was quiet, soft. I stared at her. She looked up at me, eyes brimming. "I'm..." she took a breath. "It's not a joke, ok? Or a prank. Or anything mean. I meant it. I don't mind," and she traced my belly, hugging it, "this. You're a nice guy, David. I just want you." She moved away slightly, and I just kept staring, at a loss for words. She swallowed. "Look, I know... like you said. What this looks like. But it's not, alrig

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