A Nice Guy Finishes First
by Sonofjack - Written For DTM / Amy's Conquest



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I'd arrived a few minutes early to my ten year high school reunion. I guess I
was a little anxious to get a good look at my date. Even though I'd known
Carrie since first grade, this was the first official "date" we'd ever been
on. We hadn't even laid eyes on each other in ten years.

Back in high school there was a joke that if you looked up the adjective
"mousy" in the dictionary that next to it there would be a picture of Carrie
Snodsmeyer. She was short, quiet and kind of drab looking back then. She was
4'10" the last time I saw her before we both went off to separate colleges and
lost touch.

Of course, back then I was only 5'4" myself. Thanks to a late growth spurt in
college, I was now a respectable 5'7", and I was trimmer than I was back then.
Carrie mentioned in one of her emails to me that she was now taller as well.
Also, I'd seen a picture of her face online, and she was quite pretty now. She
had the same vibrant green eyes and the same sweet smile as high school, but
now she also had beautiful long red hair and something else. I guess you'd
call it self-confidence.

So I'm standing in front of the banquet hall where the reunion is being held
when I hear a voice from behind me that sounds like liquid honey. "Steve?" I
turn around, and it's her . . . only she's not what I expected - not by a long
shot - not in my wildest dreams. At 6'8" she was exactly one foot and one inch
taller than I was. There was not one thing mousy, drab or plain looking about
her now. She was a total Amazon bombshell in every way from her long, toned
legs, her round sexy derriere, her flat thin tummy and her ginormous breasts.

Despite her incredible height, her body was perfectly proportioned. I couldn't
believe that the mousy, short girl I knew in high school was now such a living
breathing fantasy. Furthermore, I couldn't believe the she was my date.

She was wearing a sexy black cocktail dress with spaghetti straps. The dress
was form fitting and went down to about the middle of her shapely thighs. Her
bare arms and what I could see of her legs were muscular. She looked bigger
and more toned than a typical fitness model, and yet she didn't have the hard
look that female bodybuilders sometimes have. She looked strong and yet at the
same time very soft and feminine. Her huge breasts were practically spilling
out of the top and sides. I swear those thin straps must have been made of
tungsten steel to hold those huge tits in check.

I stared at her with my mouth hanging open for several seconds trying to take
in the gorgeous Amazon in front of me. Finally I stammered, "C-C-Carrie?"

"Yes, Steve, it's really me," she said, again in that slightly deep, sexy
voice. Then - no kidding - she stooped down and threw her arms around me and
lifted me up in the air. She raised me up so that my lips were level to hers,
and then she kissed me with a passion that told me that she wanted to be more
than just friends. At least I hoped that's what it meant. As she squeezed my
body into hers I could feel at least a little bit of the incredible power in
her strong arms. She held me tight, and I thought I was going to melt into her
amazing body then and there. I could feel her huge breasts pressing against
me. They were firm and solid and yet supple and soft.

I could also feel my dick starting to get hard. I hoped she would put me down
before my erection became too obvious, and yet I also wished that the feeling
of being lifted up and pressed against her strong body would never end.

She put me back down and said enthusiastically, "Steve, it's so good to see
you!"

"Y-you've changed," I said.

"Do you think?" she said slightly sarcastically?

This was more than a mere late-in-life growth spurt. This was like a complete
transformation. "How?" I asked.

"I'll tell you all about it later," she said.

That was the beginning of the most incredible weekend of my life. What a
difference two days can make.

But to start at the beginning, this story actually began about two months ago
when I got a Facebook friend request out of the blue from an old friend from
high school. I was surprised but glad to hear from Carrie. At one time we were
pretty close friends. In fact, I think that in middle school I was almost her
only friend.

Now that I think about it, maybe this story started all the way back in grade
school. Carrie and I were not exactly friends back then although we did know
each other, and we did have something in common. She was the only person in
our class that was shorter than me. Because of this, we were sometimes thrown
together. For example, in third grade we were paired up for the school play
where we had to square dance together. Even back then I liked her okay, and I
tried to be nice to her. Some of the other kids picked on her, and being a
shrimp myself, I knew what that was like.

Carrie and I lived on the same block too. She lived with her widowed father
and two borderline criminal older brothers. I guess you could say that there
wasn't a lot of feminine influence in their house to help Carrie be a
girly-girl. As a result, all of her clothes were hand-me-downs from her
brothers and her hair was always kept short, simple and drab. It didn't help
that it was the color of wet mud.

Another thing I noticed in grade school was that I never saw Carrie walking
home from school. It's not that I wanted to walk home with her because at that
age I would not have been caught dead walking home with a girl. I just thought
it was odd.

She told me later that in grade school, she hated going home so much that
every day after school she would go to the public library. After finishing her
homework, she would read anything and everything. She told me that she was
curious and wanted to know how the world was supposed to work. I guess the
world she lived in was so disappointing that she sought something better in
books. She also told me that back then her only friends were the old lady
librarians.

When she told me these things, it may me feel bad that I hadn't tried harder
to be her friend back in grade school. Of course I was just a stupid little
kid at the time, but still ... ..I felt bad about it just the same.

By the time we reached middle school I noticed her walking home, and I wasn't
quite so sensitive about being seen with girls. It didn't bother me that she
wasn't popular either because I wasn't exactly part of the "In Crowd" either.
I have to admit though that while I wasn't too popular, I knew I was more
popular than she was. I'm embarrassed to say it now, but at the time I thought
I was doing her kind of a favor by walking with her. It wasn't until years
later that I figured out that I was doing myself a favor becoming friends with
Carrie.

When she told me about going to the library every day after grade school, I
asked her why she stopped. She told that when she reached sixth grade she
realized that the only way her father and idiot brothers were ever going to
eat nutritional meals was if she came home and cooked them herself. I asked
her why she bothered and she said, "They may not be much, but they're my
family." That's when I realized what a good heart Carrie had.

She also told me that she still made a point to drop by the library when she
could to say hello to her librarian friends. That's when I realized what a
loyal friend Carrie was.

I also discovered that Carrie had a sharp wit and an even sharper mind. Once I
found out that Carrie was a straight "A" student, I always wanted to be her
partner whenever there was some kind of group assignment at school. I knew
that she would make sure the assignment was done right and on time. I also
ended up learning things from these group assignments because most of the time
Carrie knew more about whatever subject we were studying than the teachers.

Once she felt safe enough to open up to me, I also found out that Carrie was a
keen observer of people and that she could figure out things that I had no
clue about. For example, in eighth grade she told me that she thought that
Chris Taylor was going through something tough at home because of the change
in his behavior at school. Sure enough a few months later we all found out
that his mother died after a long illness. I learned to trust Carrie's
instincts when it came to reading people.

It wasn't until we got to high school though that I really found out how truly
brilliant Carrie was. I made sure that we were lab partners in 10th grade
chemistry. As usual, she knew a lot more about chemistry than the teacher. I
expected that. However, before the year was up I was convinced that she knew
far more about chemistry than the authors of our text book.

As high school progressed, I introduced Carrie to my small (very small) circle
of friends, and she became one of us. Let's see ... ..there were Dave and
Kris, George and Tim, and maybe one or two others that would drift in and out.
Our idea of a big Saturday was to get together to play poker or Risk or
Dungeons & Dragons or Trivial Pursuit. Once Carrie joined our group, forget
it. She always - and I mean always - trounced us in games that relied on
general knowledge or figuring out odds. The rest of us didn't stand a chance.
The best we could do was battle it out for second place.

In high school a lot of people thought that she and I were sweethearts because
we spent so much time together, but that was never the case. The truth was, I
wasn't evolved enough to think about Carrie as girlfriend material. I was too
busy falling hopelessly in love with any busty cheerleader who would give me
the time of day.

I did notice Carrie's bright green eyes and her sweet smile. I was probably
one of the few people who did considering that she didn't smile all that
often. I didn't realize it at the time, but Carrie had a pretty face. I mean,
her eyes matched, and her nose was straight and everything. But ... ..well,
she had the body of a ten year old boy (minus the penis of course), and her
hair was always so flat and dreary looking.

And she was short. I mean so was I, but despite that - maybe because of that -
I was always attracted to tall women. I was constantly getting crushes on tall
girls who were out of my league. I know that I sound like a shallow high
school boy, but in my own defense, that's what I was. Besides, it's not like
Carrie showed any signs of liking me as more than a friend. At least if she
did, I didn't notice.

The other thing to know about our high school experience was that the power
couple in our graduating class was Bill McWhirter and Tammy Rudolph. Bill was
- from first grade on - the tallest, best looking, most athletic boy in our
class. Tammy? She was the first girl in our class to develop boobs. Naturally,
she and Bill became a couple. Because Tammy's boobs managed to maintain their
superiority to the other girls' and because she gave Bill free and easy access
to them, they remained a couple throughout high school.

For some reason, Tammy always had it in for Carrie. As far as I could tell it
was just a case of a bully going after the weakest possible target. When it
started in grade school, Carrie just took it, and she told me later that more
than once Tammy's teasing made her cry.

Things didn't improve much in middle school. Carrie still wouldn't fight back,
but she seemed to develop a thicker skin at least. Anyway, that's what I
thought at the time. Looking back, I wonder if it didn't bother her more than
she let one.

In high school, partially because of my encouragement, Carrie began to fight
back. As I said, she had a sharp wit, and she began to develop a razor sharp
tongue. That meant that whenever Tammy insulted her, Carrie was able to give
as well as she got. Unfortunately, many of Carrie's comebacks to Tammy's
verbal attacks were so far over Tammy's head, that she was too stupid to know
that Carrie had bested her. And let's face it, in the end Tammy was still the
queen bee with the most popular guy in school for a boyfriend, and Carrie was
still the mousy girl with a few other geeks for friends. In the world of high
school, this put Tammy way out in front.

As for Bill, he didn't exactly go out of his way to pick on me, but that's
mostly because he didn't generally notice me at all. When he did acknowledge
me, he called my "Steverino" and had a habit of slapping me on the back too
hard. I always got the impression that he did these things as a subtle way of
saying, "I know you don't like it, and I don't care. I'm big and strong and
you're little and weak so you just have to take it." Naturally I couldn't
stand Bill.

This brings us back to the Facebook friend request I received from Carrie
about two months ago. We lost touch with each other shortly after graduating
high school. I had a job at a camp that summer. By the time I returned home,
Carrie had already left for college. She received a full-ride science
scholarship at a small private college back east called Medfield. I went to
State University.

I'm not sure why we didn't make more of an effort to keep in touch back then.
I suspect that at the time we were both just ready to move on. I know that she
especially was ready to leave our home town. As she put it, "I can't wait to
shake off the dust of this jerkwater town off of me." As far as I know, once
she left for college, she never returned home even for a visit.

After accepting her friend request, we caught up with each other online. I
told her that I was a high school English teacher now. She asked me if I'd
written any novels yet like I always said I was going to. I didn't bother to
tell her that I've started and abandoned four so far.

She asked if I was seeing anyone. I told her no. I didn't bother to tell her
that I'd recently been dumped by my girlfriend of two years.

I did tell her that I was taller than I was when we graduated and that I was
in better shape now. In high school, I was not only short, but I was kind of
dumpy.

She told me that she was taller and in better shape as well. When I pointed
out how pretty her profile picture was, she wrote, "When I got to college, I
finally made some female friends who showed me how to fix my hair and apply
make-up."

"Yeah, I guess me and the guys weren't too helpful in that department back in
the day," I wrote back.

"I don't think any of you thought of me as a female at all back then," she
responded.

When I asked her what she was doing she told me that she had a Ph.D. in
biochemistry and she worked in research. When I asked her what kind of
research, she said that she was working on finding a way to help patients with
various forms of muscular dystrophy reverse muscle loss and hopefully even
regain lost muscle tissue. When she told me this, I realized that starting and
quitting four novels sounded even less impressive than before.

When I asked her if she was seeing anyone special she said that her work kept
her pretty busy. Then she said that she did date some, but so far she hadn't
found the right man. When she added, "I can't seem to find any men as nice as
you," I wondered if she was flirting.

A week later when she called me and asked me to be her date to our ten year
high school reunion, I was pretty sure that she was flirting. I especially
thought so when she mentioned that she had a "big crush" on me all though
middle and high schools.

We both lived in different states from our old home town - she to the east and
me to the west - so we decided that the most sensible thing was just to meet
there.

And this brings us up to standing outside our ten year high school reunion
with a beautiful, tall and powerful looking Amazon as my date. "It's great to
see you too, Carrie," I said.

It occurred to me as we walked in together that there were basically three
reasons to attend a high school reunion. One was to relive the glory days of
high school, but that only applied to those who thought of high school as
their glory days. That was neither Carrie nor me. Another reason was to see
old friends. A third reason was to try to impress the people you went to high
school with.

Before meeting Carrie at the door, I thought I was going just to see an old
friend. However, as I walked in with the hottest woman I'd ever seen, I knew
that I also hoped that my former classmates would be impressed.

As we walked in, all eyes turned to us. I didn't flatter myself into thinking
that they were looking at me. I heard a lot of "Who is that?" and "Where did
she come from?" type questions as we walked past our old classmates standing
around in small groups or sitting at tables and chatting. I did hear someone
say, "Is that Steve?" From the tone of the question I could tell that what the
questioner really meant is "What is she doing with Steve?" I'm 99% sure that
no one recognized Carrie.

I looked up as we walked arm in arm. It was clear from her confident smile and
her bold, self-assured stride that she was used to drawing this type of
attention when she walked into a room. In fact, I got the distinct impression
that she'd walked into a lot of rooms far more impressive than this one. I
asked her if she saw anyone she wanted to talk to. She replied, "Steve, the
only one I want to be with tonight is you. That's where I want to focus all of
my attention."

Something about the way she said "be with" hinted that she wanted to more than
just talk. When I heard this, I could feel a wave of heat circulate over my
entire body. The thought of ... ..of ... ..God! I couldn't even bring myself
to dare hope it. We found an empty table near the back and sat down across
from each other. "So ... ..you must work out a lot these days," I said in
reference to her amazing body.

"Hardly ever," she replied. She was clearly amused by my nervousness.

"No, seriously, you must," I insisted, "How else do you explain those
muscles?"

"I'll tell you all about it later," she said. We sat there not saying anything
for the next couple of minutes. I can't believe how awkward I felt. I wanted
to talk to her. I wanted to know everything about her. I wanted a detailed
description of everything that had happened to her since the last time we saw
each other ten years ago until we saw each other again ten minutes ago. I
wanted ... ..I wanted ... ..I wanted to sit in her lap and suck on those
amazing tits all night long!

Finally she said, "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea."

"What do you mean?" I asked even though I knew exactly what she meant. I also
knew that I didn't want to cut this date short. I was happy to see my old
friend. I did want to hang out with her and catch up. I was just SO thrown off
by the way that she looked - that hair, that face, those muscles, THOSE TITS!
It was like my brain was telling me, "Relax, it's just Carrie," but my dick
was saying, "Oh my God, who IS this goddess?"

"What I mean is, I came here to catch up with my best friend from high school,
and I feel like I'm still waiting for him to show up," she said.

"I'm sorry, Carrie," I said, "It's just that you're so ... ..different." I
knew even as the words were coming out of my mouth how lame and pathetic I
sounded.

"I know I look different," she said, "But if I wanted to spend my time with
someone who was just going to stare at my big tits all night, I could have
stayed home and gone out with one of the many men who are constantly asking
me!"

Hearing this made me feel oddly jealous. "I thought you said in your email
that you don't go out that often," I reminded her.

"I don't!" she insisted, "But do you honestly think that a woman who looks
like me doesn't get asked a lot? Steve, I get asked out by strangers on the
street at least ten times a day. Hell, I average at least one marriage
proposal a day. I just don't accept most of the time because most of the guys
I go out with end up spending the night staring at my tits!"

Just then I felt a familiar slap on my back. A voice that was slurred from too
much alcohol said, "Hey! It's my old pal, Steverino. Hey, Steverino, aren't
you going to introduce me to your date?"

I knew from the inappropriately aggressive backslap that it had to be Bill
McWhirter, the number one alpha-male of our graduating class. I also knew
without a doubt that he wouldn't have lowered himself to talk to me if I
hadn't been sitting with a gorgeous goddess.

"Well, well, if it isn't Bill McWorthless," Carrie said. This was a private
nickname we had for McWhirter back in the day, but none of us would have dared
called him that to his face.

Bill got a puzzled look, "Do I know you?" he asked Carrie.

"Yes, Bill, don't you recognize me?" asked Carrie.

"Listen, Babe, I'm sure we've never met, because I'm sure I'd remember you."

Carrie stood up. She was several inches taller than McWhirter. "It's me,
Carrie Snodsmeyer," she said smiling down at him.

Bill got a puzzled look on his face. The name seemed familiar, but he couldn't
place the tits. Then it came to him. "Carrie? You mean that mousy little girl
that Tammy used to pick on?" He asked as if he couldn't quite believe it.

"That's me," said Carrie, "Whatever happened to Tammy anyway?"

"She's my wife now," answered Bill.

"Where is she?" asked Carrie.

"I don't know. She's off with her friends somewhere I guess," said Bill. "Man,
Carrie! You sure look different."

Carrie rolled her eyes. "Look, Bill, Steve and I were having a private
conversation. Why don't you go look for your wife?"

Instead, he sat down at the table. "Aw, she's okay. Besides, I'd rather catch
up with you and Steve." Even though he mentioned my name, it was obvious that
he wasn't the least bit interested in me. "I can't believe how much you've
changed, Carrie."

Taking a seat across from him she asked, "So do you think I look better now?"

"Are you kidding? If you'd looked half this good in high school, I'd probably
be married to you instead of Tammy," Bill said. I couldn't believe that the
prick was hitting on Carrie right in front of me.

"What makes you think that I would have gone out with you in high school?"
Carrie asked.

"Because all the girls wanted to go out with me back then," he said.

"Hmmm, well I guess we'll never know," she said. I couldn't tell for sure, but
it almost seemed like Carrie was flirting back. A red hot wave of jealousy
swept over me at the thought of this.

Bill got an excited look in his eye. "Listen, it's not too late! You and I
could sneak out of here. Tammy would never find out."

"But, Bill, that would be rude to my friend Steve," she said.

"Aw, I'm sure Steverino wouldn't mind, would you Steverino?" McWhirter said
without even glancing my way.

"Actually - ," I started to say, but then Carrie shot me a wink that told me
she could handle it. As I said, I learned back in high school to trust Carrie
when it came to people so I shut up.

"I'll tell you what, Bill: I'll go off if you and do whatever you say on one
condition."

"Whatever I want?" he asked suspiciously.

"Yes, Bill, I'll be your plaything for the night. All YOU have to do is one
little thing."

"What? Anything," he said eagerly.

She put her arm up on the table. "All you have to do is beat me at arm
wrestling." I couldn't believe that Carrie was offering herself to McWorthless
this way. All he had to do was beat her at arm wrestling? I mean, sure she was
taller than him now, and she had muscles, but so did he. Besides, he was a
man!

"But if you lose," she continued, "You have to promise to leave me and my date
alone."

"Hell, yeah!" he said and he put his arm on the table and locked grips with
her.

"Whenever you're ready," she said, "Just start pushing."

Bill was eager to get this over with so he immediately began pushing with all
his might. To his great shock (and mine too!) Carrie's arm did budge.
"Seriously, just start pushing whenever you're ready," Carrie repeated.

"I AM pushing," Bill insisted.

"Really?" Carrie giggled. I'm sure that she was doing this just to further
humiliate McWhirter. She had a calm expression on her face, but if you looked
closely you could see that her arm was slightly tensed. In fact, once I
noticed her tense bicep, I could hardly bring myself to look any place else.
It looked hard and solid and oh so sexy. "And just think, for all these years
I thought that you were supposed to be strong," she teased.

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