If this might offend your delicate puritan sensibilities, then I advise to not read further. She was an athletic girl. One of those gym rats who would go for a morning run even in the bleakest winter days , hit the gym after work, and attend a weekly social sports league sometimes dodgeball, sometimes volleyball, and sometimes softball-- it always rotated.
She was a tomboy at her core, having grown up with three older brothers, she played a lot of sports, wore minimal makeup, and could crack vulgar jokes and curse like a sailor when the mood struck. She could throw down beers at the bar after her games, bond over cars, and immediately call out her friends on their petty personal drama. She wasn't a passive-aggressive girl. If someone acted pouty around her, it was usually met with a "What's your problem?
I always thought I was in good shape until I met her. One of our first dates involved a rugged hike up a mountainous trail. I was huffing and puffing after only a hundred yards, while she was practically jogging in place, urging me on with comments like "Get tough, pussy. I ate poorly, whereas she counted carbs and fat. I gave little thought to my appearance-- dressing in basic jeans or khakis and a t-shirt, whereas despite her upbringing she knew how to dress herself.
And I don't begrudge her that. She worked hard on her body, and she knew how to package and present it well. She was tall, 5'9", and hard and fit. She wasn't the bustiest girl-- sporting a pair of B-cups-- but boy were they perky, and when it was warm out, her nipples were puffy and pink. She had a flat tummy, complimented by a naval piercing, a firm round ass an asset that she was known for and often spoken of , and long smooth legs with just the slightest hints of muscle definition.
I had drinking buddies who used to argue over which actress she most closely resembled. It was narrowed down between Hilary Swank and Jennifer Garner. I could see the resemblance to both.
