Two pink bows

I couldn't sleep that night. My head kept spinning with the imprinted images of the volleyball competition I saw that day. I never liked watching live sports, especially from our own high school team, but there was something about that game that just kept me focused the entire time.

What could it be? I closed my eyes remembering what happened earlier that day.

"Hey, Arnold, did you see that hit from that blonde chick? She slammed that sucker straight in their faces!" yelled my friend, who was seated next to me. He was the one who insisted on taking me to watch the final game.

"Oh yeah... I... saw it, yes definitely, it was a good hit."

How could I not see it? It was hit by her: Helga G. Pataki. I don't see her much anymore, since we have different class schedules. I believe it has been, what?... maybe, two years and a couple of months since we shared classes together. So, how can I be paying so much attention to her?

Wait a minute, what was I saying?

Was I admiring... Helga G. Pataki?

But...why?

"Check that out, Arnold! The blonde hottie took the ball. She's about to deliver it. See her stand, she's on fire!" said my friend.

I was just quiet, staring at her, seeing her long legs in such a great shape, with her spandex uniform shorts that I just couldn't figure out. How did she slice those tight spandex shorts on?

Wait, I'm imagining Helga getting dressed. Oh, man, that'swrong!

With my mind trying to fight the image of Helga partially nude as she put on her uniform shorts, I tried to distract my thoughts by watching the girls on the other team playing. It only took a couple of seconds and my eyes were on her again.

I just couldn't stop watching her: the way she moved, how her legs' muscles showed when she jumped high in the air, making her luscious breasts bounce like...

Oh no, no no...

I can't think that now. I just can't! I need to get something to drink, move or... anything.

"Hey, Arnold, are you going to the stands?

"Uhg... Yeah, I am." I told him, trying to get my mind in control of my verbal responses.

"Get me some chips, will ya?"

"Sure." I replied.

I walked towards the stands to find a long line... Great! just what I needed to distract myself from the game. I can be here waiting peacefully as the game continues on.

After a while, when it was finally my turn to order, I purchased a bottle of water for myself and chips for my friend. I was walking slowly towards the gym, when some team players walked through the hallway heading in my direction.

Apparently, I was walking close to the changing locker rooms without knowing. I tried to move to the side to make way for them to pass, when someone sweaty slammed hard against me.

"Watch where you're going, Football Head!"

I froze, with my eyes staring straight at her, to Helga G. Pataki. Seeing her in front of me, at such close range, I noticed how tall she was. She was slightly taller than what I remembered, with her blue, big eyes gazing firmly at me.

I gulped, not knowing what to say, how to react. She looked down to see what I was holding in my hands and took the water bottle straight from my nervous grip.

"Thanks, Arnoldo, just what I needed, I'm so thirsty." she said, twisting the bottle cap open to drink the water as fast as she could.

You could tell she was dying of thirst. She drank the water so fast some drops slipped from her pink lips down to her sweaty neck and then her breasts. I don't know how she saw me, but Helga said.