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The sand clung to my sweaty body as I spit ot a small mouthfull. The soft upper curves of her golden breasts glistened invitingly in the hot sun as she leaned over to help me up. "Nice dig‚ James." My gaze quickly rose 12 inches‚ and I could feel my face flush‚ hoping she hadn’t caught my eyes on the cookie jar. Sarah was incredible. We’d been volleyball partners for two years and friends since childhood‚ but whenever I was with her‚ I kept finding myself mesmerized by her perfect curves and supple muscles. "Thanks‚ your serve." I tossed her the ball and she winked once‚ indicating that she would serve a soft lob to the girl. I loved doing our signs that way; it gave me an excuse to gaze freely into her bright blue eyes. There was one problem with those eyes for me. Aesthetically‚ they were perfect‚ but the innocence in them was an impenetrable barrier to any romantic advance I could ever make. She seemed so happy with life and so uninterested in romance‚ that I couldn’t risk complicating our friendship. She’d never even dated a guy. Her perfect body‚ awesome face‚ blond hair and blue eyes made her to intimadting for them to make the move‚ and she just never seemed to feel like making a move herself. The serve was perfect‚ right to the girl. The guy couldn’t hit off of her pass and had to set it back to her. As we went up‚ I extended my hands to the sky‚ angling them in‚ and from the other side of the net‚ she pounded the ball into the wall that was my arms and fell helplessly to the ground as the ball landed in the court behind her. "Great block!" Sarah and I slapped hands and traded smiles as we waited for the other team to retrieve the ball. I loved her hands. Perfect. Small. Dainty. Soft. Very feminine. No nails because of volleyball‚ but perfect nonetheless. I would have been satisfied just to hold them and sit on the beach staring into those captivating eyes as the sun set over the pacific. The ball rolled to my feet‚ and I picked it up and handed it to her‚ catching her wink twice with her right eye. This was the woman I wanted to spend my life with. She would be a wonderful homemaker‚ mother for my children‚ life­long friend‚ and (I imagined) an incredible lover. Later that day‚ we sat at a shaded table‚ drinking our Snapple and celebrating yet another wonderful day of volleyball. The conversation was innocent as always‚ and sex was the last thing on my mind. It was amazing that such an enticingly sexy girl could be so much fun that I could get so enthralled in just enjoying her company. "Why don’t guys ever ask me out?" "Huh?" I had heard the question‚ but couldn’t believe it. Sarah was the last person in the world who would be concerned about that. "I mean‚ people tell me I’m pretty‚ but the only guys who ever ask me out are complete strangers who just want to score." "Maybe we’re intimidated." I felt the blood rush to my face. I had meant to say ’they’re’ but slipped‚ and I desparately hoped she hadn’t noticed. She had. "What do you mean‚ "WE’RE" intimidated?" I swallowed hard‚ recognizing an opportunity that I had been playing over and over in my mind for years. I wasn’t nearly as smooth as I had been in my fantasies. "Well‚ Sarah‚ I’ve wanted to be your man forever‚ but just couldn’t muster the courage to ask." The words came out slow and painfully shaky‚ but I received a brief silent pause instead of the great peal of laughter I had expected. "Well‚" I hated that she was so calm‚ and I was such a wreck‚ "I’ve longed for the exact same thing for quite a while too. I just didn’t think you were interested." Those incredible eyes took on an expression I had never seen but thoroughly enjoyed as she set down her snapple and placed her hand on top of mine. The rush was incredible. It was as if I had climbed into one of my little daydreams and left the real world behind. I gently clasped the offered hand and brought it to my mouth‚ looking up and using my eyes to ask for the permission to kiss it. She conceded‚ providing the last inch of movement herself as my lips landed softly on the tender flesh of the back of her hand. I knew that we wouldn’t really be kissing for a long time‚ and we both wanted to wait till marriage for sex‚ but this was heaven nonetheless. I could finally hold her hand and stroll along the beach in the cool of the evening or have my arm around her shoulders as we sat in the two­seater swing on th porch‚ watching the surf. I could send her little‚ unexpected love notes‚ telling her how much I appreciated her‚ and watch the expression on her face as she read them. She shivered in her sleep‚ and I pulled the sheet up‚ covering our nakedness. She was the image of perfect serenity as she breathed quietly‚ sleeping securely in my arms. Sex hadn’t been the animal­blooded roller­coaster dirty thing I had imagined it would be. It had been slower‚ more fulfilling‚ more intimate. We had really become one. The vows we had spoken earlier that day now had a new fuller meaning‚ as we had actually‚ physically experienced the feeling of being completed by the other. I was thankful that we had waited. And I was thankful for that day it had all started at that little cafe on the beach. Looking back‚ I couldn’t believe how lucky I was that she had asked the unexpected question.