I don't own Lizzie McGuire
Gordo let the hot steam envelop his naked body.
He was too charged to stop thinking about Lizzie's surprise. As if having her for a girlfriend is not good enough, now she has this surprise. A good surprise, he hoped. Gordo thought this was one of his lucky days. Lizzie and Miranda always thought that he always have his lucky days. They tell him that he must be really blessed for that. Boy, could they be more clueless! Getting A's and ending a day without parents nagging on him was nothing really special for Gordo. He suddenly remembered one incident he could secretly call as lucky.
He was sweating. He closed his eyes.
When he was twelve, Gordo went with Lizzie's family to the beach. Miranda went with them too. The weather was fine, he reckoned. People, happy and carefree, laughing all over the place with children running around. He was so thrilled to swim that he unknowingly went to their room and caught a quite shocking glimpse. An oblivious, semi-naked Miranda.-
He was sweating and it was good.
-Never had he seen such a sight! Her young curves were mentally tickling and electric. Her rosy, preteen skin was radiant and milky. He clearly remembered her pointed nipples on her still developing breasts. The detail of it all. Its texture (smooth), its color (pinkish) and in his mind, he could innately taste it (sweet). He looked down at her virgin berry, slightly obscured by her yellow panty.-
He couldn't stop getting hard again.
-Gordo's heart was pumping in his ears. He heard its muffled pulse, strong and fast and everything went tediously slow. Like his mind was an old camera, recording everything. Then everything STOPPED. For a seemingly eternal five seconds, he finally looked up. Miranda Sanchez, her young nakedness and all, was staring back at him. Oh, God, Gordo thought. She was surprised, but not really alarmed. And just when he thought that this was all a crazy dream, she smiled. Miranda smiled and suddenly, without prior warning, she pulled her panty down! He muttered a wounded apology and ran without looking back. He didn't need to, anyway. After that experience, all went normal again.
He opened his eyes and found himself yanking. His heart's muffled pulse was back. Breathing hard, he decided that his lust was too much and must be stopped.
He finished taking a bath and went to his room. He caught himself again in the mirror, with his hair still wet. After a while, Gordo dressed up and went to Lizzie's.