Literotic asexstories – Kelly Ch. 05 by Balrog,Balrog
I hope you have enjoyed the earlier parts of this work of complete fiction, and enjoy this one, too.
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The days dragged by in school when all I wanted was to spend time with Kelly. It was so nice just to be with her, talk to her, hold her hand. I wanted to make love with her, too, but we didn’t spend time alone for the rest of the week.
Kelly’s parents would be gone Saturday night, and she wanted me over for dinner. I couldn’t wait, and Saturday morning passed too slowly.
Saturday afternoon, my phone rang.
“Justin?”
“Yes?”
“This is Amanda. Amanda Burke?”
Amanda Burke! Another object of lust throughout my high school years. Calling me? I pictured her: a full six feet tall, she was built like a runway model with incredibly long legs, world-class tush, slim waist, and a nice chest. And she had one of the most beautiful faces on the planet. Very long, straight blonde hair, large grey eyes, high cheekbones and luscious lips. She was the type of gorgeous that made any male drool.
I remembered one day at school when I had rounded a corner only to be confronted by a perfect ass on someone squatting to retrieve books from the bottom of a locker. Tight jeans hugged every curve. Then, when she stood up, she just kept rising and rising to her full six feet, with a wonderful hourglass shape now on full display from behind, pale hair hanging down almost to her waist. A pleasant memory.
Amanda was nearly thrown out of school for wearing a miniskirt so short the guys later joked that we could have walked underneath it without ducking. I remember the legs on display with that skirt. The administration wanted her to go home and change. The guys held a protest outside principal’s office. It was 1973, when such protests were pretty common. The guys won, and I remember seeing her in the cafeteria, up on her toes to reach something, the skirt climbing higher. I later had many a wonderful fantasy of coming up behind her, peeling down her panties, and fucking her with that skirt on. She was a long-time object of my fantasies. One time, I almost hit my ceiling when I ejaculated, thinking about her while jerking off.
But what could she want with me?
“Hi. What’s up?” I asked.
“Justin, are you doing anything this afternoon? I need help with math before the final next week.”
“Uh, sure, I could help, I guess.” Knights can never resist a damsel in distress, and besides, I was good at math.
“Great! How soon can you be here?”
“Let me gather my stuff and I’ll come right over.”
“OK. Do you know where I live?”
“Yeah.” Four years of lust didn’t pass without research.
“Thank you, Justin. It’ll be worth your while. See you soon!”
Now, what did that mean? I gathered my book and slide rule (no calculators yet) and drove over. I thought about Kelly. I needed to be on time for supper. Would she understand? Would she be jealous or mad at me? It was too late, I’d have to handle it. Why was I even doing this?
I was definitely not prepared when Amanda met me at the door in a very skimpy flowered bikini and a short white terrycloth robe, open at the front. Her hair fell loosely on the robe, framing her beautiful face. Her body was in the same style as Kelly’s: built for speed rather than comfort, and just as incredible. She caught me staring.
“Like what you see?”
“I’m sorry, Amanda, I didn’t mean to stare.”
“It’s OK. I like it when men admire my body.”
Gulp. What was going on? “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. Come on in,” she said, opening the screen door, “Do you want something to drink?”
I walked in the entryway. It was a nice house in the better part of town. Amanda’s family was well-off. “No, thanks, not right now. Let’s get to work.”
“I’m using the den,” she said, “Walk this way.” And she led me down the hall. Like the old joke, I watched her move and thought to myself that I wouldn’t dare walk that way.
Once in the den, she plopped on the floor by a math book, already open, with her papers spread around. She patted the floor beside her and gave me one of the most radiant smiles I’ve ever seen. I sat cross-legged beside her.
We chatted. I had never really talked to her before, never having been able to overcome my painful shyness and insecurity. She talked about tennis – she was a ranked player, and horseback riding, which she loved. I imagined her for a moment as Lady Godiva, naked on a white horse with her long blonde hair.
I talked about school, going to college, and basketball. She was nice. Really nice. I was having a good time. A lot of time passed. I thought about Kelly and decided that we’d better get to work.
“I just don’t get this stuff,” she said with consternation.
We worked through several problems. She was smart, and a quick learner. She was getting the hang of it. Or, she already had the hang of it and didn’t really need math help.
I was explaining a problem when I suddenly realized that she had shifted slightly, and gotten much closer. In fact, her bikini-clad breast was gently rubbing my arm. It moved as she breathed. It felt really good.
Then I smelled it. TABU was by no means an expensive perfume, but to me it was pheromones in a bottle. TABU never failed to excite me. And here was Amanda Burke, my heartthrob, pressing into my arm and smelling of TABU. Wow.
“I don’t really understand how you use a slide rule for this problem. Can you show me?” With that, she moved over and snuggled in to sit between my legs, pressed against me. The only way I could hold the slide rule was with my arms around her, and my chin over her shoulder to see. Her long blonde hair tickled my nose, but smelled so good. Clean hair and TABU. Dynamite.
“Show me,” she said, and put her hands on my knees. I showed her how to use the slide rule for that problem, and for several others that she asked me about. She was attentive, but once again I got the sense that she understood more than she was letting on. Her hands now rubbed the outsides of my thighs. I was wearing gym shorts, and she tickled a little when she rubbed. It felt really good. My head spun.
“Justin, let’s take a break.”
“Good idea.”
“Now would you like something to drink?”
“Sure,” I replied, “What are my choices?”
“I have a bottle of champagne I could open.”
I was stunned. Champagne? “Champagne? That’s for celebrations.” The old days. When they tried having the drinking age be eighteen.
“I feel like celebrating,” she said, “It’s left over from my 18th birthday. And besides, I’ve finally gotten you here.”
My head reeled. Finally gotten me here? Amanda Burke! Finally getting ME here? This was weird.
“No thanks, Amanda,” I said, “I don’t drink. A Coke would be fine.”
She looked disappointed, a little pout furrowing her brow. “Are you sure? It’s French! And it would be fun to celebrate!” She looked at me with those grey eyes. I have always been a sucker for beautiful eyes and long hair. I could feel my toes melting. I needed to remember to inhale. I did. TABU. Inhaling didn’t help.
“Yes, Amanda, I’m sure. A Coke would be just fine.”
She got up and moved – I can’t say ‘walked’ because ‘walked’ just doesn’t describe it – out of the room. She returned a minute later with two Cokes. Setting them on the end table just in reach, she sat next to me on the floor.
“Justin, you’re a nice guy!”
“Ouch! Said as if you’re surprised!”
“No, I didn’t mean it that way. I’ve just never really talked to you before today, and now I know what I’ve been missing. A really nice guy who’s also really tall.”
“Thank you, Amanda. I think you’re a nice guy, too.”
“Oh, stop it!” and she slapped my arm. We laughed.
“Don’t worry, Amanda, you’re about as far away from being a guy as anyone I can imagine. ”
“When’s your birthday?” she asked.
“Just after Christmas,” I said.
“You mean you’re a Capricorn?” she asked brightly. “That’s perfect! I’m a Taurus.”
So was Kelly, and Kelly had said that it didn’t get better than a match up of a Capricorn with a Taurus. Trouble. I could smell it beneath her perfume. Did I want trouble? Was that why I was here?
“Why haven’t you ever asked me out?” she asked, looking through me with those incredible grey eyes.
“To be honest, I have always been too afraid.”
“Too afraid? Am I that scary?” She moved even closer, her breast pressing my bicep.
“No, I’m that shy,” I said, averting my eyes. I couldn’t hold her gaze and smell her perfume at the same time.
“What is there to be shy about? I’m only a girl,” she said, laughing a sparkling laugh, and squeezing my arm.
“Amanda Burke, saying that you’re only a girl is like calling the Mona Lisa only a painting, or a Ferrari only a car,” I said.
“What are you afraid of?”
“Rejection. Being laughed at. Making a fool of myself. It petrifies me to call a girl. What if her parents answer the phone? It’s scared me for all high school. It’s why I’ve never really dated.”
“I wouldn’t have rejected you or laughed at you,” she said quietly, looking at me steadily. “I wish you had called me. Or talked to me in school. It feels like we’ve wasted four years.”
“Amanda, if the truth should be known, I’ve had a crush on you for four years.”
“You have? And you’ve never done anything about it?”
“Nothing,” I said, “other than lust from afar.”
“So, it’s lust is it? Shouldn’t I say something about liking the person inside?” she said with a lilt to her voice that was intoxicating.
“But I don’t know the real you. So I could only lust after the you that I saw. And to be honest, there was a lot of lust. I used to go find you in the halls between classes just to see you. I snuck a peek at your schedule in Guidance so I would know where to go each period. It was a pretty serious crush.”
“Justin, that’s so sweet! You did that? Just to see me? I’m really flattered. But all the more disappointed that you never acted on it.” Her smile could light up the night sky, and it was beamed directly at me. Whew. I could feel sweat on my brow.
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