James could scarcely believe it when he saw Amy's name flash on his phone screen. It had been almost five years since his last visit to the Smiths' family home and the memory of their chubby-cheeked little girl, her hair a tumble of chestnut waves, was still vivid in his mind, so it was a shock to realize she was now college aged.

In any case, he was happy to help her get acclimated to college life - he remembered how hard the transition was when he was a freshman, and he was sure Amy would like an excuse to get away from the dorms for an evening.

So he asked Maggie if she'd be interested in meeting Amy and welcoming her to college life.

Maggie is James' best friend and stoner roommate. They met freshmen year, and despite being very different people, they became fast friends. She is  bisexual,  outgoing, wise,  and has a great sense of humor. Maggie is 5'10" with an athletic build, has currly blonde hair, green eyes, and 34C cup breasts.

“You know, she’s probably got quite a soft spot for you,” Maggie playfully chided him, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Us ladies just can't help but swoon over more mature guys.” In spite of her light-hearted banter, she eventually consented to join forces with him in hosting Amy for an evening.

 As they prepped for Amy's arrival, James continued to ponder over Maggie’s jest about Amy being attracted to him, he found himself becoming increasingly preoccupied by the thought. He knew that Amy was an incredibly kind-hearted individual who had always been surprisingly good company for someone five years younger. However, despite all these positive attributes, he knew deep down she'd never fit his preference for taller, busty women.

 Finally, the anticipated time arrived. As the clock showed the exact minute, they all waited with bated breath for the knock on the door. Right on cue, a soft tap sounded from outside. 

His eyes widened when he saw who stood before him. Amy, the once little girl he used to babysit, had blossomed into an exquisite young woman over the years. Her once-playful face now bore traces of maturity, her features sharpened with age, giving way to a more refined beauty. She looked up at him, a warm smile spreading across her lips. "Hi James," she greeted softly, her voice filled with nostalgia. Overwhelmed by emotion, James couldn't help but return her smile. "Amy! It's so good to see you, come on in!" he exclaimed, ushering her inside. 

Maggie introduced herself. "Hi, I'm James roommate favorite roomate, Maggie."

"You're also my only roommate." James interjected, smiling back at Amy.

Maggi smirked at her own joke. "We have box wine, do you partake?" She offered to Amy.

Amy couldn't help but feel a bit crestfallen upon seeing how beautiful James friend Maggie was compared to herself. She did her best to hide her reaction and accepted the wine. "Oh I'd love some, thank you! It's nice to meet you Maggie."

 As the evening progressed, James, Maggie, and Amy found themselves drawn into engaging conversations over glasses of red wine.  They played various board games, laughing and teasing one another as they competed against each other. Throughout these activities, James began to notice just how much he had in common with Amy now that she was older. Not only that, as she loosened up, she began to show a more goofy playful energy which only served to enhance their connection. 

As time went by, James couldn't shake off the feeling that Amy wanted something more than friendship with him - as Maggie predicted. He felt guilty about this realization because, despite appreciating her intellect and wit, he knew his feelings might not extend further due to her height. If only she were taller, he thought, perhaps then he would consider pursuing a romantic relationship with her. 

Meanwhile, Amy was doing her best not to feel disheartened about how much prettier Maggie was than herself. Eventually after a couple glasses of wine, she was able to loosen up and couldn't help but feel totally smitten all over again with James. He was still the sweet, caring, handsome guy he was when she was younger.

As the evening came to an end, Maggie stood and announced she was heading to bed, but not before giving James a near-telepathic look that said 'I told you so, don't break this poor girl's heart.' in all ways but verbally. Cause a lump to form in James throat as he turned his gaze back to Amy.

"Well, I should probably walk back to the dorms. Thank you so much for having me over... I had a really nice time... James." Amy said as she stood up and moved towards the door, face flushed.

Internally, Amy almost hoped James would ask her to stay, but on some level she knew he wouldn't, she could tell something was holding him back. He seemed to really like her, but not in the same lustful way as she felt.

James stood and grabbed her coat, putting it over her shoulders. "I'll walk you back!” he offered.

Amy couldn't help but beam, maybe there was still a chance, maybe he'd at least give her a kiss goodnight?

As they made the short walk back, they could feel a palpable tension in the air that neither one dared acknowledge.

James felt conflicted - he could tell Amy really liked him, and in some ways he really liked her. But he couldn't get over how short she was. And plus, he should date someone closer to his own age anyways right? In any case, he made up his mind to keep it platonic, but was eager to hangout again.

As they approached the entrance to Amy's dorm, she stepped up on the first step, but paused to turn and face James, now eye level with him.

 James found himself momentarily lost in thought as he imagined how different things might have been had Amy indeed possessed such height. He pictured her towering over him, reaching up to touch the ceiling, or even being able to peer down at him from an elevated position. The mere idea of Amy possessing such stature filled James with wonderment. Unbeknownst to him, Amy had caught sight of the wistful look that had crept across his face. She observed the unspoken desire that seemed to radiate from within him, one that was directed towards her own physical attributes. 

But alas, Amy received no goodnight kiss. James, conflicted, could only muster a warm hug. And at the very least, expressed interest in hanging out again next weekend.