Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Regrets (With thanks to Avacutie for inspiring me) SeXStoRY

Regrets (With thanks to Avacutie for inspiring me). (A woman recalls her high school crush in flashbacks with exhibitionist lesbian encounters while running naked through the school late at night) I wandered through an old Victorian building with high walls and decorative ceilings, long light-filled wide corridors, dark timber floors and old, well-worn doors on either side. A sweeping staircase, grand and ornate, provided access to the first floor where the canteen was. My fingers touched the balustrades’ worn out timber curls. It was showing its age due to wear-and-tear, but that gave the interior so much warmth and character. I went through the hallway in slow motion amidst my fellow classmates. It was a long time ago. I was an eighteen year-old girl on my way to class. She was the same age and walked in front of me. Sand colored, half long blond hair, slim, average height, dressed in brown tight pants and posh blue sweater. While walking, my eyes wandered down to her tight little bottom. The best part of her body to me by far. Her boobs were small, something that bothered her, but I found very sexy. She only once complained about it to me, a rare moment when she gave away a hint of her insecurities, a glimpse of her inner self. In slomo my hand reached for her shoulder, her head turned, I saw her beautiful elegant face, her vibrant disarming smile. The scene froze. My alarm clock’s sharp sound penetrated my brain, cruelly dragging me back to a reality where I didn’t want to be. The morning light filtered through the curtains. My body left the bed but my brain refused. With my eyes half closed, I dragged myself through my bathroom routine. The smell and taste of hot toast and fresh coffee kick-started my consciousness and made me somewhat human again. Later on in the bus, on my way to work, I was lost in thoughts. It was twenty years ago since I left school but the images were still with me, especially my vivid memories of Kate, that beautiful girl who belonged to another world. She sometimes came back to me in my dreams. She would be around me walking, giggling, and teasing me with her gorgeous eyes. My brain didn’t care about the passing of time, about physical changes; it had stored the image of her the way she was back then and represented it to me time and again. Her name was Kate Henderson; she was from rich parents and came from another reality. A demographic group often stereotyped for being arrogant, aloof and dismissive of those who were not well off. Kate was not like that. She was the exception, defying stereotypes. She was intelligent, down to earth with a probing, wicked sense of humor. Her radiant smile would light up the room and distract me for hours. I was the working class girl who would normally never meet someone like Kate. But when I did, on that first day of the first year of school, she totally captured me in her spell. I wanted to tell her how I adored her, how she was my impossible dream. But my lack of self-esteem and shyness hardly allowed me to express those kind of feelings to her. I was too vulnerable without my protective walls. It was this inability and lack of courage that was slowly eating away at me. There was a moment in our second year when all of that changed. It was late afternoon. I was alone with her in one of the classrooms, half an hour before the start of a lecture. I had enough of hiding, of admiring from a distance. I decided to be brave, to get myself a ladder and start scaling those walls. “Kate?” I started rather tentatively. “Yes?” she replied. “I have to tell you something. It’s not easy for me, so I want you to be mature about what I’m going to say, will you promise me that?” “Sure Julie” she said. She looked at me, sensing that something special was about to happen. “Talk to me, Jules”. “You might not have noticed this, but since we met in year one you have impressed me and I’m not that easily impressed, I can assure you that. I have been looking for a way to tell you this.” I paused for a moment. I was feeling vulnerable and mustered my courage. “For some time now, I have been an admirer of you from a distance. I like your style, your character and humor. It is difficult for me to tell you this. I risk looking silly and ridiculous. If that’s the case then so be it. I really wanted you to know that. I hoped that we gradually would get to know each other better, go beyond the walls that surround each and every one of us. ” Kate looked at me with surprise. A smile appeared on her face. “I didn’t know all that Julie”, she softly said in a way that demonstrated considerable people skills. “I’m very flattered. I never knew I had that effect on people. Have you thought about how you would like to get to know me better? Did you think about lunch or something else?” “Hmmm, we’ll think of something we can do Kate,” I said slowly. I saw her questioning eyes when I took her hand. I guided her out of the classroom and into a small storeroom next door. The darkened room had faint light streaming into it through an opaque glass window. On the other side was the internal courtyard. We could see students leaning with their backs against the window but because it had milk-white glass they couldn’t see inside. We heard the noise of their chatter and laughing through the window. “Why are we here Jules, what are you…?” Kate softly whispered. I came closer to her and put my finger on her lips. Large brown crystal clear eyes gazed at me. They stared at me in shock, but gradually relaxed. Her eyes slowly closed as my fingers ran through her hair, caressing the side of her face. The touch of her soft skin and sweet smell overwhelmed me. My lips softly met hers. For minutes we softly kissed and our tongues slightly probed. Then finally our mouths locked together and our tongues slid deeper into each other, fighting for control. Kate’s face was flushed with excitement. “Oh Jules..”, she moaned when my hands ran down her back, over her beautiful bottom I had admired for so long. I kissed her fingers and slowly slid them down my stomach towards my pants. “Open me up and go inside,” I whispered in her ear. After initial hesitation I felt her unbutton my pants and fingers slide into my panties. Simultaneously I did the same with her. We touched each other’s nether regions, rubbing and kissing each other. When I kissed her neck, Kate’s breathing got heavier. I felt her moisture on my fingertips. Her slight moans mixed with the sounds of the students on the other side of the glass. We both didn’t come though, as time ran out. The school bell rang. We quickly buttoned up our pants, kissed, and separately sneaked out of the storeroom to join our fellow students in class. From across the classroom we stared at each other with intent. We were both on heat but with no release in sight. From that day onwards there was an invisible link between us. To my surprise she had been longing for such a close bond as much as I had. The joy in her eyes when we caught up every morning was a sight to behold. She was more special to me than ever before. I got dragged back to reality when the bus reached its final stop in the City. I got off and walked the ten minutes to the office where another busy day awaited me. Between meetings and paperwork, lunch couldn’t come fast enough. I enjoyed my packed sandwiches and fruit juice while sitting on the lawn in a nearby park and thought about what happened after that first, fateful encounter with Kate. The storeroom situation had been left with an open end and lingered as an unresolved desire. There were the occasional attempts to finish what we started. A few days later, in our lunch-break, Kate pulled me into the toilets. Her fingers caressed my lips before she eagerly kissed me. The storeroom incident had been very much on her mind as it had been on mine. Her lips passionately pressed against mine as her hands squeezed my breasts and pushed in between my legs. We held each other in an intimate embrace, enjoying each other’s warmth and smell. We left the toilets however without any resolution. A week later it all changed. It was Friday afternoon as we were packing up for the long weekend. The school would close in a few hours and resume lessons early Tuesday morning. Kate and I had taken our schoolbags and left the building. We agreed to meet again later that night to have drinks in a local café. Dark clouds gathered outside as the waiter poured two glasses of wine, ordered by me and Kate, sitting at the back of the café’s internal courtyard. It was humid as overnight heavy rain was forecast. I was unintentionally staring at Kate sitting opposite me. “You’re staring at me Julie. What’s going on in your brain? What are you thinking about, Jules?” “About us in the toilets recently, running out of time.” I paused and was in thoughts. “I just wondered if there’s would be another opportunity for us and I just thought of something.” Kate knew what I meant and smiled in a rather shy way. “You know Kate,” I continued, “the school is closed for the next three days. It’s just before 10pm now. We could go there. The place would be dark and deserted apart from George, the security guard. He would let us in if we told him we forgot our books...” Kate thought about it for a moment. “I’m not sure Jules. What if he doesn’t let us in or throws us out when we stay too long?” Don’t worry Kate. I will somehow convince him to let us stay longer. Leave that to me. We got up and arrived at the school around 10.30pm. It was an old brick building with an internal courtyard. As the school recently ran out of teaching space, two portable buildings were placed in the yard. The area of mud and long grass around the portables had not yet been landscaped. The street was eerily quiet when we pressed the doorbell. George, the security guard and night watchman, appeared in the door opening and recognized us straight away. George was a burly sixty-year-old man who took care of the school’s maintenance and security. Kate looked at me as I took the lead and told him we forgot some of our books. He hesitated but let us into the building. It was dark inside apart from the faint glow of some emergency exit lights. He guided us through dark corridors to our lockers with his torchlight. “I think I have also left some papers in the last classroom we were in George.” I tried to play for time as we moved through the darkened hallways. “It’s ok George, I know where it is.” I had to create some distance between him and us. In the beam of George’s torchlight I put my hand on Kate’s shoulder. “Kiss me, kiss me right here Kate,” I whispered to her. “Not while he’s shining his light on us, Jules? He’s watching.” “Don’t be shy, do it.” I pressed my lips on hers and after some hesitation she passionately kissed me back. George was about ten meters away and watched in silence at what took place in his spotlight. I held Kate in my arms as we were locking lips. I moved my lips close to her ear. “Follow my lead Kate. Don’t be shy. Just slowly do as I do.” She nodded as I turned my head and looked into the torchlight. “George, would it be ok if we walked a bit more through the building while you shine your torchlight on us from a fair distance? You could watch us, we wouldn’t mind.” There was a hesitant murmur coming from the darkness. I slowly walked down the long hallway and turned to Kate. My fingers ran through her hair as I kissed her. I took her hand and guided it between my legs. “Open me up Kate, finger me right here.” She hesitated. I saw the shock in her wide-open eyes. “Oh my god, are you serious Jules? He’s shining his light on us, he’s watching. “Do it, Kate” I insisted. Her hand reluctantly moved down my body in between my legs, her fingers unbuttoning my jeans and sliding into my panties. I arched backwards as my hips gyrated on her fingers. Kate looked at me with open mouth in disbelief as I slowly dropped my jacket on the floor and pulled my T-shirt over my head, exposing my white underwear. “Jules, what are you doing?” she faintly whispered. I smiled and kissed her while slowly taking off my socks and shoes and pushing my jeans down. I took her hand and we went further down the hallway. The torchlight followed us as I felt the cold stone floor under my feet. I was barefoot in my white bra and tiny panties. We came to the main area in front of the ornate stairs as I let go of Kate’s hand and drew the torchlight on me. “I want to show you something George. Watch me George, watch me.” The whole situation started to really turn me on as I virtually sighed those last words. On the first steps of the stairs I turned around with my back to the light and slowly unclipped my white bra. I looked over my shoulder into the light as I slid my thumbs behind my panties and slowly pulled them down, exposing my tight hard buttocks. I turned around facing the light as I showed myself to George, stark naked, aroused and blushing, squeezing my small breasts and rubbing myself in the space between my legs. “Watch me George, watch my naked body, watch me finger myself.” God, I loved this situation. Kate had been watching it all from the dark. She knew that I expected her to follow my lead but her shyness was a major obstacle. However, the darkness was an ally and she slowly started to take off her shoes, socks and clothes. I saw her emerging from the darkness, entering the light barefoot in her tiny white underwear. “You won’t be alone. I will to be with you in the light Jules,” she whispered. Her breasts were as small as mine, her perfect bottom small and rock hard. She stood with her back to the light on the stairs as we kissed passionately, holding each other tight. She gazed at me with her big eyes as she unclipped her bra, exposing her small hard breasts. She looked over her shoulder as she slid off her panties. We were both stark naked on the stairs of our school. The noise of the first raindrops falling on the school’s metal roof filled the hallways as Kate and I turned towards the torchlight, exposing ourselves to George. We held hands as we sat down on the stairs, kissing and opening our legs while fingering each other, all under his watchful eye. Kate found this situation just as much a turn-on as I did. The rain had turned torrential as we both got up and ran naked down the hallway. “We’ll be back in a few minutes George,” I said as we disappeared into the darkness. We ran around the corner into another corridor and kept on running all the way through the school as we slipped into a classroom, throwing ourselves on the floor, right next to the teacher’s desk where we virtually sexually assaulted each other. We passionately kissed with open mouths, our tongues fighting, while groping each other’s bodies, squeezing our breasts, fingering our tiny slits. We got into a sixty-nine position and rolled across the floor while burying our faces in between each other’s legs. We moaned and panted as we furiously rubbed our pussies together with scissored legs. I saw how my beautiful Kate’s red face contorted, how she moaned and begged for more. “Oh my God Jules, I’m gonna come soo hard. Hold me, please hold me.” I stared in her eyes and held her tight as we both trembled and finally came. We were a sweaty mess as we got up and ran naked through the corridors looking for George. “Hello George, we’re over here,” I said as we finally spotted his torchlight. “Watch us fuck as we’re going outside.” His light shone on us as we ran towards the door. We held hands as we stepped outside into the driving rain and ran stark naked through the dark courtyard, crashing into the mud and grass. We were rolling around on top of each other, French kissing, rubbing, tribbing. The rain splashed off our dirty naked bodies as we desperately groped each other in the light beam of George’s torch. We were looking for another release and soon found it. George heard us moan and scream and saw two naked girls cramp up and tremble. I grabbed Kate’s hair as I looked deep in her eyes watching the orgasm ravage her body and brain. We were both totally finished. Kate was lying on her back in the mud while I was half on top of her facing down. The rain was pelting down on our naked flesh. George kept his torchlight pointed at us as we finally got up. We both were a mess, water and dirt dripping off our bodies, as Kate and I stepped inside and walked through the hallway towards the bathroom. We cleaned ourselves with toilet paper and walked naked in George’s spotlight through the building, exposing ourselves to him while trying to find our clothes. It was just after midnight as Kate and I stepped through the front door out in the deserted street. George lent us an umbrella as we thanked him and wished him a good weekend. He would be looking at us quite differently come Tuesday morning. The ring of my mobile took me back to reality. It was my boss asking where I was. Time had run away from me while I was in thoughts. I left the park and quickly made my way back into the office. As I went home late that evening I thought about Kate. Although we cherished the memories of that night at the school, we never met again after our final year and graduation. I regretted that I didn’t tell her straight from the start how I felt about her. We would have had more precious time together. A mistake I was determined not to make again.

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