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 Author: MightJustFloat
Title: Reunion
Part: Chapter 1
Summary: Junior-high student Emily and her college-aged friend have a
plan to finally see each other again properly - it involves a key to a
special room at her school, and some time alone.
Keywords: m, g*, mf, fsolo, rom

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   Wandering through those halls again, especially of my own accord - it
felt so surreal.  I swore as a kid that I wouldn't ever come back.  Kept
telling myself that once that loud-ass bus peeled out of there for the last
time, I'd never step foot there again.  Yet, there I was, with a very
special key in one hand and a sack lunch in the other; nearly five years
later.  Kept the key as a reminder, a sentimental thing, you know?  How
could I not?  It allowed V.I.P access to the best place to skip class on
the entire campus.  Finding that key was how my friends and I survived
junior-high...  in all its grimy glory.

   I'd been out of state, at college, for half a year.  Of all the people
I'd been away from, I missed the hell out of one person especially: a
certain girl, who lived a few houses down.  We first met...  well, in my
room.  My little brother Josh, fifth grader at the time, had dragged her
into the house from the bus stop to play some video games.  She was the
same age as him, but much shorter.  Real shy, timid as can be.  I shared a
room with Josh, so as I clicked away, I could hear them talking behind me.
It was easy to tell he had a little crush on her.

   My mother called Josh into the living room, so he hopped up and
dissapeared, leaving the girl with me.  Surprisingly, she loosened up, and
we got to talking.  I learned her name was Emily.  She took interest in
what I was playing, and ended up flipping back and forth between my brother
and I that night, watching intently.

   The thing is, she's one of those people.  The kind who it's a gift to
have a conversation with, because it means they've opened up to you - which
is always something special.

   When my brother lost interest in the fifth grade dating game, he stopped
dragging her in.  She came anyway, though - to visit with me.  Don't know
why, but she just latched onto me.  From the very beginning I could tell
her parents weren't really in the picture.  Maybe she hadn't really bonded
with someone older than her before.  For the next few months, she came over
every week to spend time with me.  All you really need to know is that I
freakin' adore this girl.  Probably way too much.  If I keep talking about
her at this point, I'll end up rambling until one of us keel over - and it
won't be me.

   Anyway.  My long-awaited return to junior-high had come, with key in
hand.  The sack lunch dangling at my side was special, too.  It contained
her absolute favorite: peanut butter and jelly on toast.  I made damn sure
of that.  To get a kid their lunch halfway through the day, you had to do
it through the office.  Before I left for college, I told her the plan:
that sometime during the year, I'd come visit her while she was at school.
She'd get a call to the office to get her lunch, see me briefly, and then
go to the storage closet in building three, at lunchtime, without anyone
seeing her.

   After talking to the lady at the reception desk, I stood there, aloof,
hands in my pockets - you know, calm as could be.  But really, my heart was
beating out of my chest because, shit, I was finally going to see her
again! When she eventually came around the corner with that hopeful look in
her eye and that little bounce in her step, I couldn't help but grin so
hard my face hurt.  She wore the cutest of outfits, as always.  A baggy
white shirt with little frills around the edges, and a blue skirt flowing
halfway down her thighs.  Fond memories, seeing that - I remember her
wearing the same outfit when we went to the theme park for her birthday. 
Really, really great day, by the way.

   She broke into full sprint and got to me pretty damn quick.  That hug
was the best, too; hugs are tightest when you've been away for a while. 
She took her lunch and began to run back to class, taking peeks back at me
and beaming cheek-to-cheek like Christmas had come early.

   I had that warm glow flowing through my veins, head to toe.  Felt it
pumping through me with each beat of my heart.  Today is going to be
amazing, I kept thinking...  everything I thought it would be.  I watched
her go, stared at her hair tossing back and forth as she ran, feeling a bit
surreal.  Had to remind myself that, hey, don't fret - you're gonna spend
some good time with her real soon.

   The next step was getting to building three.  Easier than you think. 
It's as simple as asking to see a teacher on their lunch break.  And, if
you walk with purpose and confidence, you'll find people don't really ask
who you are or why you're there.  No clipboard needed.  The only stealthy
part required is unlocking the closet door and slipping inside, which I
accomplished with finesse, as always.  Years of training really show.  I
was happy to find that the smell in there was the same as it was five years
ago.  Blueberries.  Yyyup.  No idea why a storage closet would smell like
that year after year, but alas, this was one fruity place.  My friends and
I really lucked out on that room, too, because that specific storage closet
was where they kept all the spare chairs for teachers.  Nice ones, with
cushions for seats.  And you could take all the cushions off the chairs and
make a makeshift bed, lumpy as it may be.  The place was a real oasis,
hidden amidst a desert of early-pubescent ridicule and emotional torture.

   So I made my little cushion fort, like I had a hundred times before. 
Sat myself down, and started daydreaming.  Forced back some Mediocre
Memories(TM), brought to you by this smell.  Free shipping.  Mmm.  I think
I read somewhere that your sense of smell has the strongest bond with
memory, out of all the other senses.  So thanks for that, biology.

   After a while, I heard the pitter patter of little shoes on tile.  Don't
know how, but I just knew it was her.  With the turn of a handle, a quick
hop, and a quiet latch, she was in.  Silence.  She slowly turned toward me
and looked me straight in the eyes.  A few seconds passed.  Then, she
spoke: one word.

   "Blueberries."

   Laughter bubbled up within me, with no hope of it stopping.  The comedic
timing was absolutely flawless - serious props to that girl.  I sat there
cackling like an idiot, and she took the opportunity to lunge forward,
collapsing on me in a bundle of giggles.

   "I've missed you," she cooed, resting her head on my chest.

   "I missed you too, Emi."

   She hummed happily in response.  Time seemed to slow to a crawl, as it
tended to at moments like this.  I immediately felt her warmth pass through
my clothes - her body was a still a little furnace, after all.

   I started stroking her red hair, twirling it around my fingers.  "You
know I can't stay away from you for much longer than that."

   "Don't do it again," she murmured, her voice muffled by my shirt.

   "Believe me, I won't.  Not for as long as that, at least."

   "Gooo-od~..." her voice trailed off and she nuzzled harder.

   "Tired?"

   Her head snapped up.  "YES!" - and back down it went.  "This week's,
um...  midyear testing.  My hands hurt from writing, and..." she let out a
growl.  "Bubbling."

   "Mmm."

   I gave her a big squeeze.  She let out a deep sigh and sank into me,
rubbing her head back and forth along my chest.  Couldn't seem to stop
clutching at me with her fingers.  Had a permanent smile perched on her
face, eyes half-closed - she was completely content.

   "So...how much time do we have?  How long is lunch nowadays?" I asked.

   I felt her heart start to beat a bit faster.  "30 minutes, or...or
something.  Something close." She turned her head to peer up at me with
those eyes of hers, showing off a scowl.  "But I don't care if I'm late."

   "Well," I laughed.  "You're a goody-two-shoes here, right?  You wouldn't
get in much trouble."

   "Mm, my teacher this period doesn't like me, though."

   "Someone doesn't like you?  Never thought I'd hear that."

   She scoffed.  "He's just super strict and doesn't like me talking to my
friend during class.  But it's the only time I see her..."

   "Well.  If you wanna be a dirty skipper like me, you could come here. 
Key's up for grabs." I dangled it over her head with a smirk.

   "Put it there," she mumbled, pointing to her backpack on the floor. 
Wow, she actually accepted my offer.  I was sort of proud.  I tossed it
over - and so the next generation fell.

   She hummed and squeezed me a little harder.  My mind drifted back to the
times I had snuck into her house for the night, and woken up in the morning
with her lying on me like this.  Poor thing got night terrors way too
often. To her I've always been, you know - safety.  So I did my best to
comfort her.

   I propped myself up a few inches.  She shuffled her limbs around and
positioned herself on my lap, facing toward me, hands around my shoulders
and neck.  You know that feeling you get when someone is that close to you?
That fuzziness that seems to come in little waves...  Her face moved
closer, nose poking to mine, giving me a wonderful view of her bright green
eyes staring right back.  Nothing was more soothing.  Bad day?  Just had to
get home in one piece, and hold her, just like this.  No matter what was on
my mind - it all ended up fading.  She always said the sweetest things when
we did.  Knew just what to say to wash anything away.  Emily was a fresh
start.

   I pulled her a bit closer.  Right then, holding her face to face, my
nerves calmed more deeply than they had in a long time.  Her eyes got
glassy.  She let out a breath, slowly.  Hot air poured onto my lips as she
leaned forward and kissed me for the first time in a long while.  My heart
did a serious somersault.  She pulled back, grinning, and started to softly
hum that little tune again.  I've never found out what that melody is.  She
keeps it for herself...  probably thinks it makes her cuter or something.

   Her chin edged closer again and her lips parted.  She wanted another.  I
cupped her head in my hands, stroking her cheeks and ears with my thumbs.
Bringing her closer, we kissed again - and like every kiss with her, it was
somehow better than the last.

   "You are amazing," I said.

   She smiled.  "No, you."

   "Nahh, you've got me beat."

   Her head tilted softly.  "Well, you-..." she stopped short.  Then she
got quiet for a while.  Her hands slid down, and she started fiddling with
her fingers.  I glanced back up and saw she was looking right at me - with
an pained expression.  My stomach dropped.

   "You can't leave again!  I get so lonely - it's not fair."

   Each word stabbed me in the gut.  She grabbed at my shirt, her eyes
starting to water up.

   "Promise me you won't again...not for so long." Ohh, Emily.  I pushed my
fingers through her hair to try and just...  show her...

   "I promise."

   She scowled for a while.  I couldn't help but slump down as I realized
she was trying not to cry.  Then she leaned in and hugged me again.  I gave
her a good squeeze, but...  feeling her tears soak into my shirt...  god, I
screwed up.  I missed the hell out of her, but never got off my ass to make
it happen until now.  Why?

   "I'll make it up to you, a hundred times over," I told her - and I
really did mean it.

   She released me, sniffing, and went back to fidgeting for a while.

   "You know," she began.  "I...haven't."

   What?  I raised my eyebrows and she quickly sighed.

   "I haven't...you know." She fidgeted again, this time quite
deliberately. I looked down to see what she was doing, exactly.  She was
fiddling with the end of her skirt, flipping it back and forth, rocking her
body slightly - and it clicked.  I knew that combination.  S...Seriously?
This whole time she hasn't even touched herself?  My head spun at the
thought.  Wh...

   My throat finally opened with some effort.  "You...  waited?"

   Her lips pressed together tightly as she nodded, her face getting redder
by the second.

   "Wh-"

   "So, please!  I know I chose not to - but I've waited so long...for
you..." Her hands made her way to her stomach.

   "H-hey," I waved frantically.  "I'm here now.  I'm here!  Let me make it
up to you."

   She stared into me with puffy eyes, and stopped moving.  She looked
absolutely exhausted.

   This had been an issue for a while.  A few months after we met, when I
introduced her to these things for the first time...she embraced it so
quickly.  She became somewhat dependent on me and my hands.  It didn't take
me long to realize she usually saved herself, waiting for me to do it for
her.  She rarely, if ever, satisfied herself, instead keeping those
feelings inside and letting them grow until she couldn't take it anymore,
and finally came to me.  I tried to get her to help herself every now and
then, because it felt bad knowing she wasn't dealing with those urges when
I was away.  But she was never able to freely do so unless I was there.  I
should have expected it this time.  I thought that since I was away that
long, she might finally break the habit.

   Her arms slumped down.  I leaned a bit closer, and said it again: "I'm
here." I would tell her a thousand times if that's what it took.  She
needed to know that I really was there beside her - that I was ready to
take the burden off of her shoulders.  She gazed up at me, forlorn.  I
wrapped my hands around her torso and picked her up.  She tucked her arms
up to her chest as I laid her down on one of the cushions.  Her limbs
started to stir - moving and twisting ever so slightly.  I leaned down and
kissed her forehead to try and calm her down.  Her hair smelled so sweet.

   "Okay, Emi." I kneeled down and slipped the shoes off her feet.  She
surveyed me, eyeing me up and down, head tilted to the side.  When she saw
what I was doing, her eyebrows raised a bit curiously.  "All of you, head
to toe," I explained.

   She nodded, breathing deeply.  I pulled her socks off and started poking
the lint out of her toes, rubbing her warm little feet.  She giggled and
gently smiled; started to relax a bit more, finally - then she frowned and
spoke up.

   "Wh- what should I do with my hands, then?  If I - can't?" She reached
them out toward me, fingers outstretched.

   I took a gentle hold of them.  "Let them rest.  I want you to completely
relax." I leaned back down, but quickly realized that my words didn't get
through.  She kept trying to mesh her fingers with mine, still stretching
her limbs, restless.

   "Emi."

   She poked her hands into her hair - and her body sagged.  "Oooo-kay,"
she slowly cooed.  Her eyes closed, arms fell.

   There we go.

   Happy that she lied still, I started kneading the skin of her soles with
my thumbs.  I took a good look at my Emily.  She lied there in front of me,
chest rising and falling, softly, slowly; the fragile sound of her
breathing drifting through the air in silky wisps.  I knew what she wanted
- but I had to at least try to make it last, didn't I?  We had time.  I
wanted to make her feel as good as I could.

   I slid my hands over her lower legs, back and forth, relishing the
smooth texture of her skin.  Occasionally her legs would twitch and she'd
stir - and I'd squeeze lightly in reply.  I slid over to her side, and
reached over, pushing her shirt up a bit, just over her belly button.  I
paused, taking her in.  I couldn't find the words.  But she knew - I could
tell by her smile.  My attention turned to the two mounds rising from each
side of her belly - the crests of her hips.  I laid my hands on them,
treasuring them, tracing them with my fingers - then started rubbing my
palms over her abdomen, just feeling her breathe.  After a while, I heard
her voice.

   "Can you kiss me some more?"

   I looked into her eyes, my heart rate renewed.  "Where?"

   "Everywhere."

   That word, given to me and me alone in her soft voice...it nearly sent
me sprawling.  Keep your cool, stick to it, I told myself.  I edged back
and scooped her foot up in my hands.  Gave each little toe a kiss - earning
a series of giggles.  God, she's so cute.  I made my way to her ankle, then
up her lower leg.  With every kiss, the tension in her muscles released a
bit more, replaced with the sensations my lips had to offer.  Reaching the
meat of her legs, I slid my fingers under her skirt and pushed it up a few
inches to get to some neglected skin on her thighs.  A tiny gasp escaped
her.  I skipped the inner thigh - for now, I thought - and found myself
back at her stomach.  I gently nudged her shirt up with my nose and pushed
my face into her side, kissing it deeply.  She pulled away, laughing and
humming.  Her legs were bent in the air now - I took the opportunity and
pinched the end of her skirt, peeling it up and off.  God, the look she
gave me at that very moment - incredible.  Then, it happened.  I leaned
back.

   Kneeling on the floor, I was completely frozen...utterly in awe of the
gift my eyes were giving me.  My Emily, my little Emi, lying in front of
me, bare legs and feet dangling in the air - her panties revealed and
nestled neatly.  Slender stomach rising and falling, beads of saliva
glistening atop her pores.  Each edge of her silhouette shone softly; the
light flooding in from underneath the door bathed her skin in a pale golden
light.  The silence of the room encompassed us, and all I could hear was
breath after breath pouring out of her - and my heartbeat going wild,
beating so hard and steadily that I could feel it in my head, thumping like
nothing else.  Stay calm, stay calm.  Let's make this last.

   I crawled over her and lightly pressed my hands into her soft belly,
working them upward, taking her shirt with them.  Up they went - her heart
pulsed under my hands as I edged ever closer to her torso.  Her tiny
breasts gently slid out and drooped into my palms, nipples perched atop her
skin so beautifully, tiny bumps surrounding them.  Her body began to stir
again, longing for my touch.  Good.  I lowered my head inches from one
nipple.  Taking a page from her book, I slowly let out a lungful of hot
air. It cascaded over her tender skin and she completely and hopelessly
melted underneath me.  I went to the other nipple, and once again gave her
the warmest, longest breath I could.  Her spine arched and her right arm
twitched into motion; hand edging closer to her panties.  I stopped it
short with a quick grab.

   "Please," she begged.  The word hit me like a truck.

   "Just a bit longer," I say.

   I'm met with a tiny whimper.

   I readjusted myself.  One leg over, and I was lightly sitting on her.  I
could feel her stretching then, pressing up into me.  I lightly pushed down
on her shoulders and leaned down over her.  I took one little mound on her
chest almost completely into my mouth.  With my tongue, I traced circles
around and over, claiming every bit of it for the both of us.  She threw
her head back and writhed, moaning beneath me; and I felt every.  bit.  of
movement.  There was no direction she could move but further into me.  It
was incredible.

   The suction between my mouth and her nipple released with an audible
pop, and I took the warmth to her neck.  She absolutely lost herself.  I
had never felt her squirm like that before.  Her knees bent, legs starting
to push up through, but I angled mine inward and blocked their advance.  I
wanted to feel every twitch, every spasm of her body myself.  I leaned
back, and - something was different.  My eyes followed the length of her
arm, downward further and further still, until I saw it: her hand was
buried in her panties.  She must have snuck it in while I was working on
her neck.

   Defeat.

   I shook my head to feign annoyance, but deep down I was just reeling,
knowing she couldn't help it anymore.  I looked back up to find that her
gaze was locked to mine as she touched herself, finally beginning to
satisfy months of urges.  Her eyes started to water, and she reached for my
face with her other hand.  I leaned into it, letting her rub my cheek.  She
ran her fingers through my hair, giving it little grasps as she worked
herself.

   "Emi?"

   "Hmm-mm?" her voice cracked halfway through - a sign she was already in
the deep end.

   "Would you rather I-"

   "Mm~...just..."

   She paused for a while.

   "Yes."

   Got it.

   I scooted over and picked her up, laying her against me - one arm under
her knees and the other around her shoulder, keeping her tucked close.  I
cradled her body, as she twisted her hand within her panties, panting and
trembling.

   The sound of the school bell flooded in from under the door, followed by
crowded commotion.  The shuffling feet of students in the hallway casted
shadows in the room.  I looked down at Emily - she didn't care.  All that
mattered was her and I, right then.

   She leaned into me, showing me she was ready.  I rested my forearm
between her little legs and gently slipped my fingers inside her.  Warmth,
wonderfully wet warmth, enveloped them.  She groaned into me, trying her
best to keep quiet.  She started fondling her chest, gasping and grasping,
breathing harder and quicker by the second.  As I worked, she began to
whimper uncontrollably, utterly overwhelmed.  I leaned in close and nuzzled
the side of her head with my nose, blowing sweet breaths into her ear,
passing my tongue over the tender lobe every now and then as we pleasured
her body together.  Before I knew it, she was flailing and gasping, muscles
spasming as she clutched and clawed at my shirt.  I watched as her gaze
weakened and she fell back into me, exhausted.

   I held her hands, and took each finger into my mouth to clean them off.
She watched lovingly, eyes halfway shut.  Eventually, her eyelids began to
droop.  I held her close, combing my hands through her hair until she fell
asleep.

   With my Emi satisfied and asleep in my arms, I wasn't going anywhere
anytime soon.
   And I wouldn't have it any other way.