Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: an339295@anon.penet.fi
Date: Sat, 11 May 1996 14:30:00 UTC
Subject: For a Friend (m/f) (1/2) (fwd)

		   For A Friend and Would Be Lover
			      Part One

	We were in high school together, you and I. You were painfully
in love with my best friend of many years, or in lust might be a
better way to describe what you felt for her. We met in the hallways
often, taking only a few quick moments to nod our heads and mutter our
hellos under our breath. We were so young, and so insecure about
everything that made us who we were.

	At night, though, you would call me to tell me all about your
angst and the feelings you had for my friend. I would take the phone
into the closet under the staircase, whispering into the phone as
though your ear were next to mine. We were so innocent, you and I. I
would let my head sink down into my arms, cradling the phone as close
to my chest as I could without muffling your already deep voice.

	We would talk for hours, my mom calling down the stairs to
tell me that I had better get off the phone and go to bed. I would
finally, reluctantly, replace the phone in its cradle and lay myself
down in bed. I would be awake in bed for hours after we talked, my
mind whirling and my heart pounding as though I was afraid my mom
could hear my thoughts through the floor. But I could hear your voice
in my ear; feeling the warmth spreading through my chest at the
remembering.

	Then came a night you will never forget, a night I will never
forget for entirely different reasons. You told my friend in painful
detail exactly how you felt about her. I remember meeting you under
the stands, and holding you in my arms as you sobbed. Your body was
warm, and your young muscles were taut against my quickly developing,
soft body. It was then I realized how much I loved you, and how much I
wanted you in my arms.

	The next few weeks were filled with shy, quiet moments in the
hallways at school. I would see you coming down the hall and skirt out
to the side, turning to another friend and pretending not to see you
go by. I was so awkward, and so incapable of expressing myself. Other
friends often commented that my face was so hard to read, I was cold
by all appearances. There was a kindling spark in my heart, though.
Warm winds from your presence would whip them into a torrent of fire,
and I could almost feel my face turn crimson with forbidden thoughts
and sensations in places I would feign to touch in those young days.

	You called me again one afternoon. My heart leapt into my
throat. My soul hummed at the longed for sweet, deep voice in my ear.
You asked me to meet you at a wood near my house, and I hesitated only
long enough to catch my breath before saying simply "yes" A half an
hour later, I walked down to the street nearest the woods. You were
standing at the curbside, your hands stuffed into the pockets of your
tight fitting jeans, your black hair ruffling in the breeze as if you
were standing at the edge of a busy highway. You looked a little
lost, leaning your cut figure against the wind on that cold day.

	I crossed the street to meet you, kicking at the pebbles in
the road and staring at my feet. You were unusually quiet, and I was
given over to a peculiar feeling of restlessness at the charged air on
that cloudy fall day.

	I followed you into the woods, shifting my shirt around,
suddenly feeling naked against the sky above. Nothing seemed to fit
right, my brassiere too tight and my jeans too short for my long legs.
I felt exposed by the light breeze, and by the intensity of your gaze
as I picked my way through the bramble underfoot.

	You disappeared behind a thick stand of trees, and my heart
crept into my throat as I began to wonder where you were. I had a wild
imagination, and I envisioned you leaping from behind a tree a
wrapping a long arm around my waist and pulling me to the ground. I
could hope, anyway.

	A few moments later, we were standing face to face. You looked
so grave as you said "let me hold you" and I flushed as you took me
into your arms. Your lips brushed against my cheek, and I turned to
catch them before the wonderful heat that was racing down my chest and
towards my groin turned cold in the wind. You response was fast and
decisive, your tongue spreading my wet lips, brushing against my teeth
and seeking an answer. I was overwhelmed, and only just started to
respond in kind with a few tentative turns of my head in your strong
hands before you pulled back and looked me full in the face. You were
looking for what you hoped would be desire, lust.

	Afraid to show you the thoughts written so plainly in my face,
I buried my head in your shirt. You ran your hands down my back,
resting them on the waist of my old jeans and pulling my crotch
against yours. My breathing came faster when I felt your penis bulge
against your jeans. Unbidden, a wave of warm, wet fluid slid down my
thigh and a wet spot spread into the fabric of my jeans. I shuddered,
thrilling to the pulse in your chest and the hardness I felt pushing,
tantalizing me.

	I pulled away, whirled around and walked off as fast as I
could without tripping on the undergrowth. Night was fast approaching
and I was suddenly afraid; afraid of you and afraid of myself and what
I wanted to do with you.

	That night, as I lay in bed, I ran my fingers over my body,
tracing the lines of my breasts and the edges of the pubic hair
springing forth and lining my crotch.

	Days passed, and we avoided each other in the hallways once
more. Unspoken desires filled the air between us. I was afraid that
the wizened teachers who lurked in the doorways would smell our
uncompleted sex. I would walk stiffly, so as to hold my legs closer
together. We had one teacher who often claimed that he could smell the
hormones of teenage lust coursing through the hallways.

	Weeks went by, and those weeks turned into months which turned
into years. You called me one Saturday night, your voice deliberate
and slow coming down the line. You asked me to your house, and I found
that I couldn't refuse. I drove to your house, my palms sweating and
my body filled with mad, unquestionable lust for you.

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: an339295@anon.penet.fi
Date: Sat, 11 May 1996 14:29:11 UTC
Subject: For A Friend (2 of 2, m/f) (fwd)

			      Part Two

	I pulled into the driveway, and we dispensed with the small
talk. You were still gorgeous; tall, lean and muscular. Like a GQ
model stepping out of a front cover, you emerged from the door frame
of your house, and shut the porch light off. I felt my skin rise at
the sight of your broad, tanned face and gentle eyes. Your long arms
and legs moved in a graceful arc of purpose and desire. Everything
about you that night was such a confused jumble of pure animal sex and
agape love.

	My curves had filled out, and the clumsiness of youth had
gone. Training bras were a thing of the past, now, and I could no
longer wear the boyishly slim hipped jeans. I could do justice my an
evening dress. My breasts had swollen to such a size that loose shirts
were my only option, unless I wanted to give a two-pointed salute to
every passing guy in cold weather. I looked down at myself, unsure of
what you would see; a plain young woman or... ?

	In answer, you said " I want you so... " and picked me up,
kissing my neck and face, nibbling on the tender tips of my earlobes.
You laid me down in the grass, the ground still seeping heat from the
summer sunlight although the night was cool. You spread my legs with
your hands, pushing my jeans against my steaming, wet opening.

	I pulled at the edges of your shirt, my back arching with the
manipulations of your hand against my sex. I wanted you inside me so
much at that moment, I had to squeeze my eyes shut at the very
thought, so I would not scream out with the desire for you. You sat up
and took your shirt off, and I grasped at your ankles, your thighs and
the growing mound of flesh in your crotch.

	Impatient, I tore at the light cotton shirt I was wearing and
the bra beneath. My heaving chest exposed, you wasted no time, kissing
the erect, tan nipples on my large breasts, running your tongue in
circles. Tenderly, you sucked first the nipples and then different
places along my breast, my ribs, my stomach...

	I unbuttoned your jeans, pulling them down over your hips and
grasping the throbbing manhood, stroking the base and moving my hand
to the sensitive head.

	You kissed my inner thighs while pulling down my jeans,
burying the top of your head in my warm crotch. I spread my legs wider
in eager anticipation of your ministrations, laying them to either
side of my hips.

	Your tongue found my shivering hood, sweeping from the hole to
the tip and back again. I shuddered beneath you, grasping your thick
black hair and holding your head closer to my puss. You slipped your
tongue into my hole, and back out, relentlessly pressing against and
sucking my clit. I never wanted the feeling to end as I reached my
first orgasm, cum dripping into your delicate, delicious mouth.

	I pulled you up to me, kissing every inch of body that passed
before my face. When your swollen, bobbing dick appeared before my
lips, I could barely contain my hunger for you. But I did, wanting to
savour these few moments. A few beads of precum hung from your
engorged head, and finally, I greedily lapped them up, holding the
base of your member as I ran my tongue on the ridge of your hot head.

	You let out a moan of pleasure, and I withdrew my tongue,
pausing to let you savour what you surely must have been feeling.
Mouth wide, I took all of you in one swift, engulfing swallow. First
the tip, and then a good length of your hard shaft entered my throat.
I swallowed and swallowed, trying to fill myself from the mouth in
with as much of you as I could take. I couldn't get enough of you!

	I sucked, and closed my lips on the base of your dick. I
pulled away, running my tongue all along the salty, hard dick. Again
and again I took you into my mouth, savouring the feeling of your sex
filling my mouth and pressing my tongue down in the very back. You
started to tremble, and you jerked away from me, grabbing a breast and
kneading it like a lion cub. By this time, I was so wet that I could
feel the heat rising from my waiting pussy.

	The first time you plunged into me, I screamed with the pain
and the pure pleasure. You placed a finger over my mouth "Quiet," you
said "my father is in the house and might hear you." We were greedy in
our sex, wanting to fill every hole with as much of each other as we
could offer.

	Your penis pushed against the base of my womb, filling me and
stretching me as I could barely take all of you into my tight, virgin
hole. You pulled away, running your head around the still erect,
delicate clit, teasing my pussy with the length and breadth of you. I
tried to lift my hips, and grab you with my desperate, clutching sex.
Only, you pulled back that much farther, shaking your head and
grinning mischievously. You were going to make me ask for it, plead
for you to fill me again with your cock. I did, quietly and softly,
almost crying. A thin line of your secretions still hung in the corner
of my mouth, and I ran my the tip tongue over my lips to be able to
say simply "please"

	Oh! The tantalization, the painful pleasure! Again, I bucked
and thrashed, ripping out muddy clumps of dew covered grass as the all
encompassing throes of another orgasm wracked through me, from my toes
to my fingertips. When my thrashing subsided, you entered me again,
slowly, gyrating your dick against the walls of my pussy, feeling for
every ridge, every muscle.

	Tensions mounting, the smooth muscles of your arms flexed as
your came into me, pressing again at the very base of my womb. I felt
fire spreading through my body, a great void filled by your raging,
iron sex, now slick with your precum and my juices. The pink, muscular
walls of my cunt clasped and gripped you every time you pulled out,
only to plunge deeper into the folds of my pussy. Faster and faster
you pumped into me, until I almost couldn't breathe and my body was
moving in ways never known to me before or since.

	We were both moaning, and you looked up to the sky as your
already engorged sex flared within. Together, we quivered and quaked
as your cum shot into the depths of my being, filling my hole with
salty, thick spurts of heat.

	You lowered yourself to me, resting your head on my bosom as
your trembling subsided. The last moments of our orgasm passed, and
the smells of sex and salt and sweat filled my nostrils, sending an
almost audible trill through my spine and again out each finger and
toe, a subtle meditation.

	Finally, you rolled away, taking me with you and holding me on
my side. A light flickered on in the house.

	On our feet in moments, we grabbed our clothes. Looking at
each other with the fresh understanding that only lovers can share, we
ran to my car. We drove, naked and laughing, to a park outside of town
were we came together again, friends and lovers.