Did your hand just brush against me, accidently...?

[SarahGirl]

Did your hand just brush against me, accidently...? - A story for somefun

somefun wanted a story involving a spring time seduction of a friend she has fancied for some time - here is the start of my attempt at this - warning, I am aiming to produce a long, slow, moody story, not something that plunges straight into the wildly explicit, I think that is what somefun wants, so that is what I shall try to give her!


Part 1 - Anticipation


The sun was blazing overhead as we headed streamed out of the lecture theatre.

‘What are you planning for this afternoon Sarah?’. Eloise, one of my new class mates, asked. Most of the group were heading into town, to look at the walls, then out for a meal, before going clubbing, ‘checking out the talent’, as they put it. I had no objection to checking out talent, but our ideas of what constituted talent were so different, that these plans held no real excitement for me. True, Eloise herself, was well worth looking at, with her dark red hair, Gothic style and compact, rounded body but my thoughts were elsewhere, as they had been for weeks before I even got to the summer school.

‘I’ve got a bottle of wine, some really nice snacks for lunch and a good book, I’m going to head down to the lake, sit in the shade of the trees and just chill’.

‘You could still come with us’, Amanda put in, still concerned that I was being left out.

‘I’ve done the walls and the caves to death, I mean they are great the first time but not again and I’m not in the mood for clubbing honestly’.

Mollified, they made their way off, giggling over the possibilities offered by the York night life, leaving me alone with my thoughts, my thoughts of Her.

For the past two years she had haunted my summer schools, the scent of her skin, the feel of her body brushing against mine, the sound of her laugh and, once each year, the taste of her lips in the middle of a sexy dance.

When I had met her, three years before, I was an old hand at summer schools, but there, without parents, for the first time. I was doing ‘Vicking York’ that year. Getting off the bus at the edge of the campus, I saw this vision, bags in hand, staring at one of the tiny, useless maps, that the authorities sent out.

‘Are you looking for the bursar’s office?’, I asked her. The smile she gave me as she nodded, nearly stopped my heart. ‘Come on then’, I said with a grin, grabbing one of her three bags, my hands were free, of course, my small store of clothing neatly packed in my rucksac. She followed me then and for the rest of the week, as we laughed, sang, danced and flirted our way through the evenings, nights and early mornings. It was on late on the last night of that week, after the end-of-week dance, and after more wine than was strivtly sensible, that I kissed her for the first time. As I leaned towards her, her eyebrows rose, in a little question, then she closed her eyes and allowed my lips to lock onto hers. I sipped at her lips for the longest time, afraid to press her further. Hers was the mouth that opened first, but mine was the tongue that exploed that warm, wet, sweet tasting cavern, thinking, all the time, of a more secret cavern that I wished to explore. I inhaled the sweet scent of her hair and her skin, closing my eyes, indulging my imagination. I felt the heat rolling off her in waves, as I felt the sweat trickling down between my breasts.

Softly, she pulled away, softly she slipped off the bed, softly she fled and I saw her no more that year.

[SarahGirl]

Been there half the day and not a single comment - hmmmmm

here's part too you undeserving wenches


Part 2

I heard no more from her until the next year. I arrived at the summer school in a state, hoping she would be there, fearing what she might say if she was. I spotted her on the first evening but she seemed determined to ignore me.

My parents were there, so I couldn’t be too obvious at social events. At the first night dance, I walked over too her but she turned away. In the bar, I went and stood next to her, when she went up to buy drinks and she smiled at me but didn’t speak.

By Tuesday I was totally in dispair. I went to the lake, in the wooded spot, where we had gone to flirt after class on most afternoons the previous year. I took water (Parents, remember) my book and lots of sun screen. Before long I was half asleep, eyes closed, just aware of the sound of the water and of grass being mowed in the distance.

Suddenly my nose caught a familiar, most desirable scent. ‘I must be asleep’, I thought to myself but when my eyes opened, there she was, wine bottle and picnic spread beside her, holding out a glass of chilled white.

‘I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but I couldn’t resist seeing you just this once,’ she said by way of explanation. ‘Its not fair to my boyfriend.’

I took the glass from her and looked her over the rim. ‘I don’t care about your boyfriend.’ I drank the wine down, reached out and kissed her. The kiss went on longer this time, leaving both of hot, sweaty, panting for air, when we came up. We were just about to go down for round two, when voices floated through the trees.

‘I’m sure she went in there.’

‘Blown,’ she muttered. ‘Saved from a fate worse than death by my classmates – or something. Accept it, its not fated to be, Sarah!’.

I almost screamed then but there was no point! The rest of the afternoon faded away in giggled conversation and glasses of wine. I did make sure I left my email address and phone number in her pocket this time, because I just know (and I was right) that I would not be alone with her again this week. Staggering back, half drunk, I was, of course, grounded for the rest of the week!

I didn’t hear anything until Easter, when I got an email from her. ‘Can’t manage a summer school this year, I might get there for the first week – a sort-of spring school’. I replied, of course, saying I would be there and heard – nothing.

Now I settled into ‘our stop’, lay back and enjoyed the sun. Either she would come or she would not. If she did, then I was determined that nothing was going to prevent me getting further than a single kiss, if she did not, I would use the place and the heat and my memories and my trusty fingers.

[SarahGirl]

Part 3

I lay there dreaming of her, numbering the things I found attracted to in her, the things I found so frustrating.

Almost everything about her seemed so desirable. The sound, the scent, the feel of the long, silky dark hair. Her name, a melody in itself, as she said it. Her eyes, bright, blue in most lights but green at dusk. Her long back and the way it curved in to her spine, her light high breasts and the curve of her bottom. Her smile, when she smiled at me, I wanted to curl up and die with pleasure, oh!

But her elusiveness, that was so frustrating. Everything else about her behaviour sang that she wanted me, needed me but every time I got close to her she ….. evaporated.

I shrugged my top off, began to rub sun screen into my shoulders and down into the tops of my breasts, exposed by my bikini top. Next I slipped the skirt off and slathered my legs and then lay back to take in the sun, my thoughts skittering from one moment to another, all revolving around Mel.

I imagined leading her back to my room, tumbling her onto my bed, kissing her until both she and I were panting from the pleasure of it. ‘I need the loo’, she says to me. When I let her stand up, she slides out of the door.

No, I lead her back to my bedroom and lock the door from the inside, sliding the key inside my knickers. ‘Why are you doing that?’, Mel asks and I just smile, push her down onto the bed and begin to kiss her neck, her eyes, her mouth. When my tongue touches her skin, I detect a faint taste of cinnamon and lemon. My tongue dances with hers, until we are both panting, I feel the heave of her breasts against mine, the heat rolling off her skin. ‘I need to get something from my room’, she says and I laugh. ‘You can go when you find the key, not until then’. She runs her hands across my bottom and I groan with pleasure. ‘Not even warm’, I say, teasing, leaning back on my elbows. She takes advantage of this and runs her hands over my breasts. ‘Hot, hot, hot’, I say, prompting her to explore more thoroughly. ‘Oh! That really makes me so hot,’, I giggle, ‘but its nowhere near the key’. ‘Sarah’, she says in a tone that is supposed to be dissaproving but bubbles with giggles and supressed sexuality. ‘Are you cheating? Is it on you at all?’ ‘Oh! Its on me’, I say, muttering, ‘more of less anyway’. Mel begins to systematically undress me, removing and examining my skirt and top, then reaching round to unclip my bra. When she removes it, I shake myself gently making my breasts shiver in front of her face. She takes the hint and examines them thoroughly. ‘Up’, she says and I stand up and allow her to slide thumbs into my knickers and slide them down. ‘You cheat’, she says, ‘you said you had it on you’. I smile, a slow secret smile, ‘You haven’t looked everywhere yet’. She swallows and slides a finger into ……..

‘Well, someone’s having a nice dream’, Mel says, a laugh bubbling in her throat. I wake confused but I am not dreaming this, Mel is there, standing looking down at me, wearing a yellow sundress that compliments her dark hair and suntanned skin. ‘Wan’t to tell me about it?’, she asks. That was something we used to do, tell each other about our erotic dreams. I feel my cheeks heat with a sudden blush. ‘Later’, I say, ‘Why don’t you tell me about what has been happening with you’.

She sits, hugging her knees and the light dies a little in her eyes.


156 views and not a single comment posted? Positive or negative I don't mind but comment please!

[blonde__bombshell]

how coukld anyone view and not comment. It's good, will enjoy it developing.

[LeRoc]

Ah sorry been enjoying the sun, expect lots of others have too. Your story rocks, as ever. I wish I could write like you, or create a story. You must be one hot lass to take for a bedtime story!!

I guess if you want my completely constructive critisism, which you didn't ask for so I am not sure if it is right to give but um um I am going to say it anyway - I find this story a little hard to relate to for me personally. I am well beyond the secret kissing and smuggled alcohol, so I think if I can't imagine myself in the situation then maybe its not so sensual?? That is just me though, I hope you take that in the way it was intended as a hot story is definitly unfurling and I still want to know what happens next!!!!

[SarahGirl]

[Charliefar]

I'm totally absorbed in this one SarahGirl - I love that feeling of apprehensiveness and the excitement and frustration not knowing where you stand, but all the while feeling the connection, and knowing the other person feels it too. Intense!

.....PLEASE continue!!!!

[LeRoc]

[Justagirl24]

Fantastic as always.

[SarahGirl]

Part 4 - not as good as the earlier one's I think!

‘Nothing, or nothing good really’, she says in a small voice.

I reach out to comfort her but she flinches back, ‘damn she is even more nrevous than before’, I think but I have it wrong.

‘Everyone at home hates me, now you are going to be mad at me too’.

‘Me mad at you, why are you going to run away again?’, it slips out before I can stop it.

She blushes, ‘No, I’m over that. But you are going to be mad. This is your secret place and ….’

‘You told someone ….’, in truth I was a little mad at her, because she was the only one I had show this spot to.

‘Yes, it’s the girls on my course, they wanted a private picnic and they knew we had had one down here last year, sorry. I came down half an hour early, in case you were here, to warn you’.

‘Well, if you want me not to be mad at you, you will have to make it up to me. Promise me you will stay here with me after they are finished or come to my room, if its too cold to do that’.

‘OK’, she said, ‘I promise. Can I have a glass of wine, in the meantime?’.

I sat up poured her a glass of wine and put it into her hand. She took it, looking down slightly, so I saw her face, through the cloud of her hair, saw tears forming in the corners of her eyes. I leaned in and kissed each eye. She put the wine down, lifted her face to me and kissed me back, small sipping kisses on closed lips, head slanted to the side, like a child.

Then I heard them coming, way round the lake and pulled away.

‘I hope they have got plenty of wine with them’, I grumbled.

‘That, you can rely on’, Mel said with a grin, ‘wine and food and laughter, they are good at those’.

There were four of them, all a little older than me, all full of fun.

Andrea was small, at least in height, dark hair down to her bum, with a well rounded body, displayed in a pair of short shorts and a bikini top that was so brief that it might as well have been tied under her breasts and worn on them. When Andrea laughed, she laughed hard, everything shook and Andrea laughed a lot.

Maria was a slim, short haired, dyed blonde, with a neat body, dressed in a tiny skirt and a crop top, a pair of skimpy sandle and nothing else.

Suzanne was black and classically, beautifully African. I am not usually comfortable describing someone that way, but in her case no other word would do. Her skin was increadibly dark, her smile was impossibly wide, her movements incredibly graceful and her voice classically upper class english.

Nicola was a pure nordic type, tall, slim, translucent white skin, flaming red shoulder length hair, covered in a filmy long skirt and a long sleeved white tee shirt. ‘Almost the first thing she said, when she sat down next to me was, ‘Mel says you used to have some fantastic sun cream. I never found anything that protects me well enough to allow me to sit out in the sun’.

So we sat and watched Nicola creaming herself, while the other three chattered on, teasing her about how any red blooded man might react to watching her. As the wine was drunk, and yes they had brought plenty and very good wine to, the conversation got less and less inhibited. The sun was hot on our skin, skin that was being displayed more and more as inhibitions were blunted, the breeze teased our hair, at least those of us who had long hair. Mel’s hair blew on my face, then slithered down my bikini top, this caused the rest to laugh so much that Andrea and Nicola decided they had to try the same thing!

After an hour, we were so relaxed that I was able to stroke Mel’s naked tummy, her sun dress having been shed, along with the outer clothes of most of the rest, without causing her any worry or eliciting any rude remarks from the rest.

When all the wine had gone, most of the water been drunk, two and a half hours had passed. Eventually Suzanne stood up. ‘Come on girls, I think we should leave these two alone’. It was the first indication that anyone had noticed my gentle touches. ‘Should we leave the blanket too? You might need it’. Nicola grumbled that she wanted to stay, not getting the point at all but finally she was persuaded. They left, not before a great deal of teasing about not being late in and the like. We were alone, slighly tipsy, warm and I was ….. freaking.

I looked at Mel, lying propped up against my legs, my fingers fluttering over her soft belly, saw the slight apprehension on her face, ‘the where do we go now?’ thoughts running through her mind. I slid her slightly more upright, swung myself round a little so I was nearly facing her and kissed her gently on the nose.

‘We can go if you want to’, I said.

‘I can’t keep running away’, she replied and leaned into me to kiss me. This time there was nothing playful in her kiss, her mouth was half open as our lips met, her tongue teasing its way into my mouth, then she shifted and rolled me over, so she was lying on top of me, kissing me deeply, her breasts pressed down into mine, her hands tangled in my hair.

I ran my hands down her back, feeling the indented line of her spine, the firm curve of her bottom. She tugged the blanket over us and got back to kissing me, kissing me more thoroughly than I had ever been kissed by a girl before. This was heaven.

[Charliefar]

Keep writing SG, this is pretty amazing!

[Justagirl24]

No, still just as delightful as the rest..just keep it going!

[LeRoc]

Ok I take back what I said earlier.... now i'm there!! this is goooooooooood

[SarahGirl]

So niw I have to decide - do we move from the purely romantic to the explicit - or not?

[Charliefar]

I think you've proven that you're more than capable of doing both. How about Romantic AND explicit?