I was a late bloomer. In the spring of my sophomore year in high school, I was on the track team with a beautiful freshman girl who lifted weights and at 14 had already reached her full adult height of 5'8". I was childlike compared to her - four inches shorter at the time, probably 10 or 15 pounds lighter. She did shotput and 100m hurdles, I was a 3200m man. She had amazing shoulders.
Her mother was single and sometimes had trouble making ends meet; my parents tried to direct work the mother's way, both from their own business and through referrals. I suspect that the mother said nice things to her daughter about my family, and by extension, about me. And so I had a fan.
Thereafter the girl often flirted with me, but I was horribly intimidated because she was beautiful and very adult. I was very obviously still a boy, with braces and, y'know, just...very...awkward.
One time after track practice, a bunch of us were waiting in the lobby for the after-school bus. She was wearing a cut off sweatshirt that left her navel exposed. I was entranced by it - the shape of it was lovely, and seeing it made me flush. I was 15, and I think it was the first time I ever felt sexual passion rise in me. I kept glancing at it, and she caught me. What she did next was fairly surprising - she walked over, threw me over her shoulder and carried me outside. She tripped and fell on top of me, which hurt a little bit, but then she kissed me full on the mouth as we lay in the grass, making the boo-boo all better, let me tell ya. She got up and went back inside. I stayed there for a bit - my whole world had changed. I was dumbstruck.
Periodically thereafter she would sneak up on me and put me in gentle wrestling holds, or initiate some other form of mock-violence. She was very playful, and I reciprocated - one time I poured a bucket of ice down her track jersey, another time I crawled under her bus seat and tied her shoe-laces together. Time went by, and I caught up with her, and kept growing. Senior year one of her friends insisted that I should ask her to the prom, but I didn't have the confidence to do it. I didn't find the confidence to approach girls that pretty until years later. Our relationship, such as it was, left me with a taste for strong, assertive, playful women.
I ran into her at a party about seven years ago - she only came up to my nose and I outweighed her by about 40 pounds. She rushed me with a wrestling move but it was a pretty simple matter to put her gently into a headlock and tickle her until she started kicking me. Her husband was right there, so we didn't keep it up for very long. But it was poignant. After that she set me up with her little sister, but it wasn't the same.
Sigh. Missed opportunities.