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Angie
Angie was my first friend away from home.
We shared an apartment on the east side of campus. It was a dingy little one
bedroom affair, with too little light to really grow house plants. But we made
the best of it, my bed on one side of the room, hers on the other, and in the
middle, two ragged looking dressers. Our bras and other unmentionables drying
side by side over the tub in the bathroom.
We got a bunch of fluorescent lamps to make the place brighter and managed to
grow a hand full of homely looking green things that we called plants. The cats,
we had two, would occasionally attack the stringy shoots, doing mild damage. Yet
they grew anyway, sickly though they might seem.
Angie was in the Chemistry program, I was in English literature. We shared few
classes, and our schedules were different enough for the first three months we
hardly tripped over each other running to and from lectures. It started out like
that anyway.
I met her when I was looking for apartments. We'd both showed up at the same
place. Neither of us wanted it, even making the same disparaging remarks about
the condition of the place. After we finished laughing at assessments we shared,
we hit a local coffee shop.
Angie is tall, well, taller than me. I'm only 5'2", and I feel short. She easily
tops 5'10". She took up more of the table than I, but it didn't matter. We
simply spread our notes out and started to talk about where we'd looked.
By the time we finished discussing advantageous areas about campus, we concluded
that together we could afford more than twice the apartment for the same amount,
if we both lived there. Set about to find a place we could share.
As I said, this worked for several months pretty well. We even started to go
together to parties, and sometimes hit the bars in each other's company. We had
one of those tacit little agreements college roomies make about bringing someone
home, who would sleep where and when. Somehow it hadn't yet happened though.
One day, everything changed. We'd been in studying for too long. The evening
shadows had stretched into continuous darkness and we had skipped dinner.
Suddenly Sambo, our gray stray, spent a period being sprayed with the kitty
discipline bottle. I'd gotten him once, Angie got him once, then we both reached
for the water at the same time. It caused a bit of a chuckle.
"We should go do something," Angie told me. "Something to get out of the walled
in mind set.
"What did you have in mind?"
"I'd like to raid one of the Frats..."
"Raid? I don't know what you mean."
"We'll break in and swipe something. Like their letters banner or something."
"That's not such a great idea, Angie."
"It's okay, we just won't get caught. Come on," and taking me by the hand, she
hauled me away from my studies, Sambo, and any real social event we might have
attended that night.
Now I won't bore you with the details of how we got up to the Tau Delta Chi's
banner, hanging over their front door. Suffice it to say we were on our way
down, when one of the guys shouted about two girls stealing their flag. It was
a bit of a fright, soon the entire frat was scrambling about the campus
searching for us.
Okay, it was a stupid stunt, and I was scared. What happened next is what really
shocked me. And the shock, yes, even the surprise, was inside me.
We ran in front of the administration building, down the steps towards the park
behind. We saw a bunch of the frat hanging out in the open area ahead of us, and
more in pursuit behind. The only hiding place we could find was amid the bushes
behind Hickory's statue.
Hickory was some kind of founding father, sitting atop a large horse with the
feet firmly planted. I hadn't gotten the story yet about the purpose of this
chunk of bronze, but the bushes had grown up against the pedestal, a perfect
hiding place.
Unfortunately, the frat search party thought so too. So to escape notice as they
approached, we climbed the statue. Me first, then Angie. I know this doesn't
sound too reasonable as a course of action. But over the years, the university
had allowed the trees about Hickory to grow freely. Now the leaves and thin
branches afforded a certain amount of concealment.
We got up on good ol' Hickory's horse, me right behind him, and Angie clutching
at me in turn directly behind. That's when it really started. The rustling in
the bushes below soon subsided.
"Hsst," Angie's warm breath whispered into my ear. "I'll try to stretch, see if
I still see them in the field below."
My view was obstructed both by tree and statue alike, so I simply nodded. She
humped herself up a bit, her hands on my hips. She soon found a hole she could
peek through, and dropped back down again.
Her breath was hot, not warm, as she breathed against the back of my neck. I
could feel the small hairs stiffen there in response.
"They're still out there, Jane." She held on to my hips. I felt very unusual,
trapped on top of a statue with my roomie, a stolen Frat banner in my hands.
Fear had vanished, a certain conspiratorial sensation drew me closer to Angie in
that moment. A sense of comradery, perhaps a sense of close affection.
She started to pop up and down, peering out through the branches, pushing down
on my hips. Every time she did this, I found myself being pushed into a ridge on
the back of the horse statue, my crotch rubbing against the fabric of my jeans.
After the first few times, her hot breath on my neck in combination with the
rubbing, I was beginning to feel weak, I tucked my head against my chest while I
held onto Hickory tightly.
"I still see them," she whispered, her lips right up against my neck. Goose
bumps shivered down my spine. I could feel her holding herself along the length
of my back, her chest an interesting and soft pressure from behind. My breath
caught once, a red haze of warmth flowing up my back, and down from my neck.
A few more movements on her part and I was panting. I tried to cover it up, but
I felt sure she must hear it. She must know, my body was adding it's own
motions, grinding the statue against my crotch. But I bite down, suppressing the
sounds trying to escape from my throat. I fought to hide, not only from the
pursuing frat members, but from the girl who had quietly become my best friend.
Her fingers rested on my waist, and moved to my hips as she continued to check
for our victims. For myself, every touch she made brought more heat to my
cheeks. I could even imagine feeling her nipples rubbing against my back. I
prayed to myself for a soft gentle orgasm, that she not know how her body had
aroused me.
"I think they're gone, roomie." She quickly started to slide down the back of
the horse, apparently unaware of the effect she'd had on me. I rejoiced I hadn't
betrayed us with an orgasm while hiding out. I also rejoiced she hadn't found
out she was arousing me. Our friendship would be over, and I wouldn't have that.
I managed to settle myself down before dropping to the ground. It was good the
darkness concealed my face. I had to have been flushed red from the excitement
contact with Angie's body had given me.
I felt my body calm itself, and Angie apparently believed my panting on the
statue was from fear. She became very protective of me for the rest of our
little jaunt, making me hide while she stood watch whenever she suspected the
frat search parties were near.
We slipped into the apartment an hour later, our trophy in our hands.
Relief washed over us. I gave her a roomie hug, and dropped the trophy into her
dresser drawer. It was really her prize. She should keep it to remember our fun.
After that night though, my view of Angie changed. I knew she aroused me, even
if she didn't. I could no longer look at her without seeing the tender fingers
which had brought the tingling arousal through my hips, the breasts that rolled
against my back, and the lips that had brushed so softly along my neck.
Sometimes, just looking at her lovely face brought the goose bumps back.
I longed to hold her close, the feeling was eating away at me so strongly. But I
dared not say anything. She would turn on me immediately, I felt sure.
The next week she went out with some guy she knew from Organic. A chemistry
class of some sort. This brought the entire sensation into a sharper focus. I
watched her dress, putting on a very sexy blouse I'd helped her pick out. I
watched as she put on her makeup, a few simple touches to accent her already
beautiful face. Then I saw her smile at him, hold his hand and leave.
I sat and cried for an hour. I knew she wouldn't be mine. I wanted to hold her
hand and have her smiling at me. I would have to settle on knowing she would be
my friend, as long as she never learned how I really felt about her.
I cleaned up, fed the cats, and went to bed. There wasn't anything else to do,
no place to go, no way to fix it so I didn't feel this way.
I hid it pretty well the next day, she couldn't know what I was looking for
in her. Just one clue she'd return the feelings I had. It was all I really
wanted to see.
We decided two days later on a shopping trip. Neither of us had a car, so this
meant riding the bus. It turned out we'd picked the worst possible hour to
leave, and the bus was packed. After we had paid our fare and worked our way
in, we found ourselves stuck between a large guy looking for all the world like
the epitome of a Hell's Angel, and some fat fellow neither one of us wanted to
get close to.
We tried to face each other to chat, but soon we were bumped so close together
we were looking over each other's shoulder. Well, not quite. My head was leaned
against Angie's shoulder. If I were to let my chin drop, I would have my face
buried between her breasts.
Leg room was cramped too. Angie being larger than myself had her knee almost
in my crotch. On top of this her moist breath was once again raising goose
bumps along my neck. I felt my chest tighten, a sharp breath come into my
lungs, and soon my body was moving on it's own again from proximity to this
creature of my desire.
I don't know how best to explain it other than to say the potholes in the road
are bad, and the suspension of the bus were equally bad. I could feel each bump
thrust Angie's knee into my crotch, and my body was a glowing flame in response.
I couldn't swear it happened but I thought she was almost kissing my neck. The
noise of the bus barely covered my moans. I still don't know if she heard me. My
weak knees dropped me lower, almost certainly into her large soft bosom. Well
not quite, but I could no longer tell.
Her knee wasn't grinding against me. But it might as well have been, for shortly
I shuddered, a small orgasm whose sounds I squelched to the best of my ability.
I had to have been flushed into a fresh red tint, but no one other than Angie
would have seen it. And she was still looking over my shoulder.
I thought so anyway.
"Are you all right, Jane?" She sounded concerned as I gasped for breath.
"I'll be fine as soon as I can get some air...," I managed, just barely in
control now. I feared her reaction if she knew how she had come to affect me.
"We'll get off here then, I don't want you to faint on the bus."
"No, No," I faintly decried the idea, "I'll be fine, really."
"I'll judge that after I have you out of this terrible crowd."
She dragged me out into cooler air, holding me up in case I fainted. I wasn't
going to, but by then I knew I'd rather she thought I would, than she really
know what had happened.
We abandoned the shopping trip and started home. I had really wanted a new
dress, but I agreed with her about the crowds being too much. So we stopped at
the corner deli, bought sandwiches and had a picnic in our company room.
I settled in on the couch. She turned on the TV and sat down with me. We laughed
a bit at a Soap Opera, picking out our favorite actors or actresses, finding we
had lost track of who was sleeping with who. All the time in classes had kept us
from staying current with the plot twists.
After a few moments Angie turned to me, took my shoulders and pulled me towards
her. She leaned in herself, and gave me a tender, unquestionably sexual, kiss.
Then she pulled back again.
"How do you feel about that?," she whispered, a twinge of fear in her voice. I
was startled. Here I was terrified she'd find out about my desire for her, she
was screwing up her courage to come on to me.
I wondered for a moment just how accidental her knee in my crotch was on the bus
ride, and then, if she knew how I'd reacted on the statue. It took seconds to
realize I didn't care. I could find out later.
I put my arms around her neck and pulled her to me. I explored her lips, those
same lips she'd excited me with on the statue and the bus. I found behind them
the soft tongue, and in moments I was lost to the passion of holding her
tightly, her breasts against mine.
She took the next step. It was Angie's fingers playing along the tips of my
nipples bringing them sharply to attention. I felt the cupping grasp she used,
and her delicate rubbing with thumbs to excite me.
I couldn't help moaning. She stopped our embrace and unbuttoned my blouse. I
wouldn't stop her, she was taking charge of our lovemaking, something I found
strangely exciting.
I'd never had a woman at my breasts before. It was delightful to see her, eyes
closed, worshiping my chest with her lips. I watched as her eyelids fluttered
open momentarily, only to shut again in total pleasure. I'd never felt so
sensual and aroused before.
She undressed me as much as possible with her free hands as she suckled.
After a few moments, her red lips released my breasts, and her hands pulled
away my jeans.
Not allowing her to simply strip me and be done, I began to pull her buttons
open. She simply sat. She submitted willingly to my peeling off her clothing,
pulling my fingers to her lips from time to time.
Naked, we sat together, side by side. I carefully explored her body with my
fingers, trying to elicit the moans from her to match the moans I couldn't hold
in. After what felt like moments, but must have been an eternity, I heard a low
tone escape from her lungs.
Inside I rejoiced.
Her tongue had discovered my neck though, and she was certainly in charge. After
a few moments of nibbling and kissing my skin below the hairline on the back of
my neck, she pushed me to my back. Her tongue traced a slow and ever so
sensitive trail along my chest and tummy.
When she reached my legs, she very gently worked back and forth from one leg to
the other until she had worked down to my toes, sucking them, and back to my
crotch. I was by now writhing, bucking up whenever I sensed her near my sex. Her
breath tingled in the tiny hairs, drawing me towards her.
She flitted her little pink tongue across my outer lips, sending a tingling heat
radiating outward wherever she touched. Soon she touched the hot spot, and a
jolt of sensation sent me into a humping wave motion, now making so much noise
the neighbors must hear. I shoved a hand into my mouth, hoping to suppress the
sounds sex brings out.
Her tongue did lazy circles at my sex. It jolted me into stronger and stronger
motions. And she found a way to get those wonderful soft fingers up to my
nipples, rolling them softly, bringing out surprisingly sharp sensual feelings
there too.
A moment later I came. The bus had been a gentle ride. This was violently rough.
I screamed into my fist, still in my mouth. My hair tossed from side to side as
I rolled my head in total sublimation to the act. Angie had pulled my orgasm
from me and it was a strong force, bouncing me against her face.
Then I started to come down. Breathing deeply to recover my equilibrium, I could
sense I was on the verge of unconsciousness. Angie moved up to kiss me, and held
me. I clung to her, but soon my grip relaxed and I dropped into a light sleep.
When I awoke, she'd been holding me for almost two hours. She smiled at me, a
smile of deep affection. Her needs had waited, I smiled as she stroked back my
hair and kissed me again.
I wasn't going to let her just sit there. Inside my heart was bursting with joy,
it was my turn to please her.
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