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The story is a few years old but one that is quite vivid in my fragmented memory. It was my first taste of forbidden desires, she was desirable from day one but always stayed at arm's length.
The beginning takes place in junior year of high school. I kept to myself for the most part, not that women did not interest me but I preferred them from a distance. There were several good looking ladies in school, some I fantasize about, none I dared talk to. One day a fellow classmate approaches me and insists I should talk to a young lady who is very interested in me. I agreed, and we traded grins and small talk over lunch period. Before I learned her favorite color I was walking her to her classroom, and to my surprise we locked lips for a few minutes after the bell had rung. She was a musician and naturally her friends consisted of fellow viv thomas in the family musically inclined people, the drama club girls, and the school's newspaper team. I, on the other hand did not have many friends which means as time passed on and we began dating, I was introduced to her friends and became acquainted with her crowd.
There was one friend of hers, with a particularly perfect butt and wonderful smile who seemed most daring of all. She had a crush on a senior, who occasionally would take us out of school in his car and we'd go have fun in which ever house was void of parents that day. I recall one time having sex with my girlfriend while they had sex in the next room. We'd left our doors open and I could hear her, she was loud in a shy kind of way. As if afraid to unleash her moans.
My girlfriend obviously enjoyed girls, although I was too young and innocent to approach the subject of inviting a third party to our sexual adventures. I envisioned her and her best friend together. Trading bites and kisses, playing with each other's bodies. My girlfriend was quite petite but quite kinky. Her friend seemed more prude, the pretty good girl with morals and a hidden freaky side, keen to come out in selective situations. I remember her walk, she sort of walked on her tip toes and it made her butt perk up as she took the next step. She glided with poise and elegance. She was somewhat of a bunny with the squeaky voice of a mouse. Very different from us. We were more punk rock, she was more beauty queen.
A year into the relationship, we began having issues. She was a very jealous girlfriend and although I did my best to assure her my love she began to get increasingly jealous of her own friends, most notable, miss beauty queen. Claiming that I wanted to be with her, or she wanted to be with me. Up to this point I enjoyed the view but had remained entirely loyal. After all, she was my first girlfriend and I did not know how to flirt or even initiate a conversation with a girl. She had even accused me of not knowing how to kiss and offered many lessons. It was her way of teaching me tricks while making sure my wings did not fully grow.
Her jealousy began to take a life of its own and she started cutting relationships with her other girlfriends. I didn't understand what was going on but I kept to myself until it became unbearable. During an argument, I got fed up and told her I could not date her anymore. She responded furiously and started to say things like "I knew it all along, you want to fuck my friend, this is why you're breaking up with me".
Imagine me, 15 or 16 years old. First relationship. No friends. Pretty much a loser. And then there was her, the unattainable best friend of my ex girlfriend. This is where things take a turn, the school play.
It was a school night, and the drama department had spent many rehearsals and hours preparing this play. And those who belonged to the club had spent much effort promoting the play. I decided to go by the school and check out the play.
It must have been around 6 p.m. when I arrived. Not quite sunset yet but soon approaching. As jo viv thomas I walked through the halls towards the theater I stumbled upon her, the best friend. She looked quite gorgeous in casual clothes. The school uniform did no justice to her beautiful figure. Small waist, perky breast, firm yet bouncy butt. Her kissable lips and big brown eyes all smiled at me at once. She rushed over and gave me a hug. I said hello, not knowing whether my ex-girlfriend was around I squirmed away. I did not want to cause problems between them. I asked her who she was there with and she mentioned her mom had just dropped her off and for the time being she was alone waiting for her friends. We'd never really talked about the break-up but I asked her if the ex-girlfriend was coming, and told her I didn't want her to see us hanging out because of how things ended.
At this point she seemed puzzled, I guess she didn't know her friend was jealous of her and thought I wanted to get with her. And suddenly.. it happened. She said it wouldn't be a bad idea. And that every time she saw us together or kissing she'd wondered what it felt like to kiss me. So it turns out my ex-girlfriend was not all that crazy after all, maybe she could read the mutual interest although it went unspoken.
I didn't think this was real. Thought maybe it was a dream. I had this gorgeous girl who was best friends with my ex girlfriend saying maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea if we got together. Before either of us could think about it too much, we stepped out of the school and headed in the opposite direction. Not sure where we were going or what we were doing we didn't say much but we stared at each other as the sun started to hide and the night sky overtook the brightness of day. With the moon and the stars came the idea that we should act upon our desires. We stopped, and I held her face in my hands, stared at her for a few seconds. Both of us knew what we wanted but it was hard to make the first move. On my end, it would make everything my ex-girlfriend thought true and I would instantly become a liar, a fake, a cheat. On her end, she was betraying her best friend and quite possibly herself. I let go of her soft cheeks and in a swift motion she rushes into me and our teeth crashed. Our hands tangled, pulling hair and exploring the terrain of our bodies' curves my head rushed down to her neck and I kissed and sucked softly and gently then deep and mad with desire while taking in the smell of her beautiful skin. Her hair caressed me and we decided we should go to my house.
From the moment we first kissed to the moment she was in my bed I have no recollection of what occurred. We must have glided over time and space and laded in my room. But what happened next would stay in my head for years to come...
(To Be Continued)

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