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 Posted: Mon Mar 15, 2010 5:48 am
We had a class together. I never really noticed her until she screamed one day- I like it when they scream. She was acting out a scene and caught my attention. It stayed with her for a while. She had dark brown hair and always kept it back in a tidy ponytail. It accented her lovely jaw line and the light sprinkle of freckles on her smooth, pale cheeks. I’d love to see those cheeks blush, I said to myself. She was always quiet though, watching her friends perform and waiting to be called on.
Our first encounter was an ordinary one. We had been instructed to collect our books from the pile and while most people swarmed, we were the few who waited for the crowd to thin out. Finally we approached and when we reached for the book pile, more people tried to push through and our hands touched. I looked up and met her steel coloured eyes’ gaze. I looked back down at her hand, small, manicured, soft. I picked up my book and moved away. I cast another look at her when I returned to my seat, but she was back with her giggling friends. Even though it only occurred in a few seconds, I replayed it in my mind, trying to remember every detail of her carefully carved face. Her neck was slender and long- like everything about her- and her b-cupped breasts were perfectly rounded above her thin waist and long legs.
Throughout our final year, rumours began to spread about me, all kinds of things; malicious or just petty gossip. I thinned and grew out too. My hair lengthened and thickened and the rest of my face matured. Whispers about my sexuality became a favourite topic, simply because I didn’t date and wasn’t a fan of PDA. I didn’t mind so much- it never ceased to amuse me to overhear someone in the back of the class or someone commenting aloud about my choice of clothing.
It was raining on the day that she approached me. There was an earthy smell in the air and the whole school looked like mist. Class had just finished for the day and I was leaving the usual way around the back. That way I could sneak out through the bushes. I could hear her approaching because she was running to catch up. “Wait,” she asked, pushing an invisible thread of hair from her perfect face. I stopped for her. “I just wanted to know, actually a few people wanted to know.” I knew what she was going to ask. She must’ve drawn the short straw to question me. “Are you… well do you like guys or girls?” For a moment I considered what to say- yes, no, maybe… Instead of speaking, I took a small step towards her. The science building was behind her and behind me was a small waterfall of rain running off the roof. I took another step and she backed away, bumping into the brick wall. A shocked expression took over her face when I moved further still; ‘o’ shaped mouth, widened eyes. One more footstep and I had her fully cornered. Her mouth opened a fracture when she took a breath while her eyes wandered over my nearing face. “How about you?” I took her hands that had been folded in front of her in mine and pushed them against the wall above her, slowly closing the gap between us. My lips were only a few millimetres from hers when she leaned forward too. I kissed her hard, feeling the softness of her flesh on mine. I tilted my head a little to the left and kissed her bottom lip, biting it before massaging it with mine. She licked my top lip and I retracted my head. She tried to follow but I pressed my whole body against hers, holding her trapped while my kisses followed her jaw line as far as I could before lowering her hands. Now her head was back, savouring the feel of my body warmth and the slowly lowered touch of my lips. I stopped at the top of her right breast and released her hands only to grasp her head to kiss her again. Strands of hair fell out like I hadn’t seen before and she didn’t mutter as she wound her arms around my neck. I stopped with another delicate bite. I backed away and smiled, relishing her now partially messy appearance; falling hair, smeared lipstick and slightly flushed cheeks. She stared in amazement when I turned and left her, not uttering a sound as I disappeared into the bush.
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Posted: Mon Mar 15, 2010 5:49 am
Part TwoAfterwards I didn’t approach her. She was in one of my classes and the day after she’d tried to catch my eye, biting her lip slightly. I ignored her and acted like nothing had happened. I think she was being eaten away on the inside. For weeks I behaved that way until she finally caught me.
I had left class to get some water but she followed and pushed me into the bathroom, looking around to make sure she hadn’t been followed before entering herself. “Why haven’t you spoken to me?” she demanded almost angrily. With a straight face I replied, “Why haven’t you approached me?” I let a grin creep across my face. She had no answer for me. Footsteps approached and voices were easily recognised as two of her friends. She looked frantic before shoving me into the cubicle, following me before shutting the door. The bolt was broken, she found as she struggled to lock it. The voices lingered by the sinks as the two girls preened themselves in front of the mirror, talking about one of the girl’s most recent date.
Inside the cubicle it was small and I once again was hit by inspiration. With her against the door, I could test her again. This time she saw it coming and turned her face away from mine. “Did you like it?” I whispered into her ear. My voice was low and a bit raspy. She looked directly at me, “It was just a physical urge. It meant nothing on my part.” Despite her reply, when I leaned in she let me kiss her; first without response but giving in eventually. I leaned on the wall behind her on my hands and kissed her the same as I had the previous week- hard and firm, biting and licking her lip. She kept her hands pressed behind herself while she stayed lip-locked with me. My body was still distanced from hers when I moved one hand, starting at her chin, holding her head in place. I used both of them to hold her shoulders as I once again made a line, gently kissing her mouth, her cheek, her neck, her collar-bone and finally, just above her breast. Today she was wearing a blouse, button-up and white. I released her face to unbutton the top few of her shirt. Breathing heavily, she let out a small moan as I softly bit the soft flesh above her bra. The white, bow decorated thing was cute. My hands crept from her waist where they had been stroking under her shirt to her breasts, small but round. I finished unbuttoning the cursed piece of clothing and she happily discarded it onto the floor. I kissed her again, gentler this time while my hands held a breast in each. I squeezed softly and listened to her whimper again. My lips still pressed against hers, I smiled. I left her mouth again and continued to kiss around the bra. Quickly, she pulled on the straps in an attempt to remove it. However, on my knees now, my roving hands reached the top of her jeans. I kissed her stomach a few times, the soft, paleness was quivering with goose-bumps. Finding the bellybutton piercing was a surprise- she just hadn’t seemed the type. It was sexy. Both of my hands moved around her hips to her buttocks, gripping it hard before coming back around to her front. Her eyes were closed and she moaned, wanting more. Outside, the voices left. I stood, planting another kiss on her lips and a last on her forehead. She gasped in annoyance. I was leaving again. This time, as she allowed the door to open I spoke. “I suppose you did like it. Tell me whenever you want to settle those ‘physical urges’. I exited the bathroom, forgetting the bubblers I had originally left for. There were a few juniors walking past when she ran out, her blouse only half on. “I want to settle my urges!” she exclaimed, stopping in shock when the small, hormonal boys turned on the spot to see the beautiful girl, flustered with her shirt mostly off. “I’ll remember that.” I stated with a smile. Instead of going back to class, I skipped school, off to another place to think and dream.
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