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   (C) Copyright 2001 by M.  Sherlocke-Romianik.  Feel free to distribute
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   Shy - Part 8 - Jasmine by M.  Sherlocke-Romianik msromianik@hotmail.com

   'You want a ride home?' I asked her, as we walked into the parking lot
together.

   'Um, it's okay, I can walk.'

   'It's right on my way, and those heels can't be comfortable to walk in,'
I reasoned, looking appreciatively up and down her legs.  I could see that
she agreed with me, it was just the principle of it.

   'Okay, if you're sure it's no trouble.'

   I smiled my sweetest smile.  'It's no trouble at all'.  It was, but it
would be worth it.  I opened my car door for her and she climbed in, giving
me a good glimpse of thigh as she slipped into the seat.  I walked around
to the other side of the car and slid into the driver's seat.  I started
the engine and pulled out of the lot.

   'So,' I said as I drove, 'how's your boyfriend?'

   'Oh you know, typical male, always wanting something, never giving
anything back.  We're going through an 'off' period where we're supposed to
be taking time apart.'

   'Right.  Think it'll help?'

   'Not likely, I'm sure he's screwing the bimbo on the top floor of his
building.' Her eyes were downcast and she looked uncomfortable, as though
she didn't want to reveal this much information, but couldn't help it.

   'You know,' I said soothingly, 'He's probably not worth it.  I'm real
easy to talk to.  I've had my share of problems.'

   'Yeah, I've heard you get around,' she said jokingly.

   'You want a piece then?' I said casually and looked at her reaction.  By
the look on her face I could tell I had shocked her, but beneath that was
something more.  A flicker of hope grew in me.

   'That was the turning for my street,' she said, avoiding the subject.

   I turned the car into a cul-de-sac and killed the engine.  I undid my
seat belt and turned to look at her.

   'Wha...' she started to say, before I silenced her with my mouth,
pressing my lips firmly against hers.  Her eyes opened wide and then
fluttered closed as my tongue slid over her lips.  I closed mine too, and
her lips parted, allowing me to press my tongue into her mouth.  My hand
reached up to the back of her neck and pulled her hair free from the band
that held it.  It cascaded softly around her face and brushed against my
cheek as I kissed her.  Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth.  I could
smell her perfume, her shampoo, her moisturiser.  She was real and in my
arms.  Then reality slammed down on her.  She pulled back and pushed me
away.

   'I'm not gay!' She said defiantly.

   'I know that, I never said you were.'

   'Then why the hell did you kiss me?' Her eyes flashed angrily.

   I cocked my head to one side.  'Because you wanted me to.' Ever the
logical one.

   She looked perplexed.  'I didn't though.'

   'Liar.'

   She undid her seat belt and opened the door.  Her cute little ass
bounced its way out of my car.  I bolted out of my door and moved quickly
to meet her by the hood of the car.  I took hold of her arm and pulled her
to face me.

   'Tell me you don't want me.' My voice was filled with passion now.

   'I don't want you.' Her voice trembled.  I didn't believe her.  I'd seen
this before.

   'You know where my house is, don't you?' I moved to plan B.  She nodded.


   'Good.  I'll be home tonight and tomorrow morning.  Think about it.  If
you change your mind, come and knock on my door.  I don't care what time it
is.  I'm not going to push you, but I really think you're lying.'

   'I just, I don't think I'm ready for this.  I mean...  I've looked at
you and people have said things about you swinging both ways.  I guess I
never believed them.  I guess I was always curious because none of the
things I heard were...  bad.  I just don't think I'm gay.' She was
struggling with this.

   'Even if you aren't, there's a really good way to know.  I'm not going
to lie to you and tell you that I don't want you, because I do.  I'm just
saying that if you want me, then you know where I live.  If you cut through
that alleyway you'll be right at your house.' I leaned in and kissed her
gently on the mouth.  Her tongue responded briefly, and then she was
walking away.

   I watched her go and stepped back into my car, driving the short
distance home quickly.  I walked into my bedroom and slipped out of my
dress.  I sat heavily on my bed and lay back against the blue pillows.  I
stared up and the ceiling and sighed heavily.  I licked my lips and tasted
the tiniest bit of blood.  The cut there had opened slightly.  It didn't
hurt; it just made me remember.  This was a rare time for me.  My house. 
My sanctuary.  I didn't spend a whole lot of time here.  My thought turned
to the brunette.  Close, but yet so far.  I wasn't going to force the
issue. I knew girls like her, had been one once.  I knew full well she'd
come around.  She was curious.  Besides, the whole playing hard to get
thing had been a bit of a turn on.

   I was caressing my breasts before I realised I was doing it.  Playfully
pulling at the nipples, making them hard and tingly.  I slid my fingers
under the flimsy fabric of my bra and felt the gentle tightening of skin
around my nipples rising into firm points.  I undid the front clasp and
pulled off my bra, tossing it to the floor.  I ran both hands down from my
neck, over my breasts and across my belly, slipping my fingers under the
waistband of my panties and tracing over the smooth skin below.  I stripped
off my underwear and crossed the room, feeling my tits bounce free as I
walked.  I picked up my favorite strawberry moisturiser from my desk and
returned to my bed.  I flipped the cap off and squeezed the light pink
cream down my body.  I drew a line from my neck to just above my pussy and
squeezed another blob onto each breast.  I recapped the tube and put it
next to me on the bed.

   I ran my hands over my breasts, feeling the cool goo ooze through my
fingers.  The scent of ripe strawberries washed over me and I felt my body
start to tingle.  I kneaded and played with my breasts, sighing gently at
the luxury of smoothing the cream over my skin.  I rubbed lower, across my
belly and down to my pussy, my skin soft there, rapidly absorbing the
moisturiser.  I ran a hand over my center, juice from my pussy mingling
with the cream, making me completely slick.  My pussy started to ache.  I
was worked up by now, no brunette to play with.  I dipped a wet finger into
my hole, feeling my inner walls soft and hot.  My touch made me ache even
more, and I slid my other hand down to tease my clit while I finger fucked
myself.  I rubbed in little circles around my clit which was harder by now.
I jerked my finger out of my pussy and switched hands, this time putting
two fingers in.  My hips moved in time with my fingers as my right hand
flew over my clit.  I gasped and moved faster, a blush of red creeping up
across my breasts as I grew hotter and started to pant.

   I pushed my fingers in and out of myself, my juice creeping out of me,
spreading all around my pussy and onto my thighs.  I moaned and lost
control, moving fast and hard, pushing myself further and further into
pleasure.  I cried out as I came, arching my back hard with my fingers
buried as deep as they could go inside me.  My hand left my clit and
gripped the bed sheets as wave after wave of orgasm washed over me.  I
moaned again and lay flat back down, panting hard.  I could feel my pulse
throbbing at my center and I lay there, fingers inside me.  I felt better,
much better.  I rolled onto my side and curled up.  My body started to cool
down and I closed my eyes, resting, peaceful.
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