Name: JRequalizer 2007-03-12 23:15 ID:nsiVMrbE
..we weren’t really close before we were teenagers... I’m two years older and was always a step ahead in what I was allowed to do. We didn’t fight all that much, we just weren’t really friends. Looking back, I know it was sexual tension. Kayla was always beautiful, always the loveliest girl in my eyes. Slender without being thin, dark skin that bronzed in the summer sun, long brown hair that developed blonde streaks as she grew older. She has amazing eyes, so brown and deep you could wander in them for days...
She was the quiet, intelligent type, even though her beauty made people think otherwise. Still, she wasn’t the buxom, classic beauty that made other girls
jealous and had boys lined up to date her. So it happened that, as we grew older, we became more and
more each other’s best friend. I graduated and went off to college. She graduated, then followed me to the same school. Those two years we were there together were a wonderful time. People often mistook us for a couple, the way we’d laugh and hang on each other, the way we were always together. That’s when I really began to feel something special for her.
As teens, Kayla was frequently the star in my masturbation fantasies. I’d ogle her in school, my house, her house, try to peek on her (I once saw her in bra and
panties), and when she wore a bikini…I was doomed.
Time passed. We were both in college, and Kayla seemed to be moving on, getting a boyfriend. It wasn’t her first, though, as I’d been jealous of many of her dates. Kayla graduated that spring and right away moved in with her boyfriend.
Jerry, her boyfriend, decided he’d go play poker all night around mid-September. Kayla accepted my invitation to sleep over at my apartment, so she
wouldn’t be alone. Sharon was going to one of her activist’s meetings (she was always protesting something) so Kayla and I went to the movies. She picked out Gladiator, and it turned out to be a very momentous choice.
Later at home, Kayla joined me in the living room wearing the nightgown she’d brought with her. The hem fell only to mid-thing, and it took all my willpower not to ogle her legs. Likewise, the neckline was low cut and sheer, showing my her cleavage. Kayla had very small breasts and they had always turned me on.
“Nice gown,” I commented, unable to resist saying something.
Kayla looked down at herself. “Thanks,” she said. She put her hand on her chest. “Not much to show off, though.” “You’ve got enough,” I told her. She glanced at me quickly, then back down, running a hand over her small boobs. “I don’t know,” she said. “They’re so small.” “I think they’re perfect,” I heard myself say. It was like I’d lost control of my mouth.
“You do?” she asked, a grin appearing on her lips. Her sweet, kissable lips. “That’s so sweet…” I think I blushed, so I turned away quickly and led
the way to the sofa. “Want to watch TV?” I asked over my shoulder. “Nah,” Kayla replied. “Not in the mood. Why don’t we just talk?” I started to sit down, then I saw my neighbor sit on the floor, so I joined her down there. That was fine with me. It was a lot easier to glance at her legs this way. We chatted for awhile, covering topics like our jobs, our relationships (neither of us was very happy, it seemed), and the fact that she had recently had an article published in the New Yorker. “That reminds me,” I said, reaching beneath the sofa for the item I’d hidden there. “I have something for you. Kind of a reward.”
I pulled out a small box and handed it to her.
“What is it?” she asked, her eyes shining. My God, she looked so beautiful right then.
“Open it and see.”
She pried the hinged lid open and gasped when she
saw the gold anklet inside. I knew she had an
affinity for ankle jewelry.
“Oh!” she cooed. “It’s beautiful! But why?”
“I told you, a reward for becoming published.
Besides, I love you sis.” I swallowed hard. “You’re my best friend, and I just wanted you to know how special you are to me.”
“That is so sweet,” she said, tears appearing at the corners of her eyes. She gave me a soft, lingering kiss on my cheek. “You’re my best friend, too,” she whispered in my ear. She slid back a notch and handed me the anklet. “Put it on me?” she asked.
Then she lifted her leg and planted her petite foot flat on my chest.
I froze.
I felt a sudden rush of excitement. Kayla’s gown had fallen back as her leg came up, exposing her limb all the way up to her panties. I knew in that moment that the rest of my life was going to be agony, that no other woman on Earth could fill my heart like my own, dear neighbor. I didn’t try to hide my emotions as I slowly ran my gaze up and down her leg. I held her foot and caressed her calf, then took the anklet from her hand. Kayla seemed a little surprised at my actions, but I was lost. I was consumed by desire. I fastened the jewelry around her delicate ankle, then caressed her leg again.
I kissed the top of her foot, stroked her leg, and Kayla did not protest or try to pull away. When I took her big toe in my mouth, she gasped. I held her foot up and licked her sole, making her moan. Our eyes locked, and I could see the wantonness on her face. I licked my way over her foot and up her calf, her shin, to her knee. I was closer then, so I leaned to her face. Kayla’s eyes flickered closed as I pressed my lips to hers. She had such soft lips. Her tongue snaked out, and I took it into my mouth.
I put my hand on her breast, and she jumped. She pulled back a little. I expected protest and didn’t want to hear it. I shushed her, covering her mouth with my fingers, then kissing her again.
She let me press her back until she was laying on the floor and I was hovering over her. She reached for my zipper, but I hit her hand immediately. "Why are you doing this?" I yelled. "What do you think you're doing?!" She simply looked me in the eyes and said "I wanna be the very best, like no one ever was. To catch them is my real test, to train them is my cause. I will travel across the land, searching far and wide. Each pokemon to understand the power that's inside. Pokemon! Its you and me. I know its my destiny... Pokemon"
She was the quiet, intelligent type, even though her beauty made people think otherwise. Still, she wasn’t the buxom, classic beauty that made other girls
jealous and had boys lined up to date her. So it happened that, as we grew older, we became more and
more each other’s best friend. I graduated and went off to college. She graduated, then followed me to the same school. Those two years we were there together were a wonderful time. People often mistook us for a couple, the way we’d laugh and hang on each other, the way we were always together. That’s when I really began to feel something special for her.
As teens, Kayla was frequently the star in my masturbation fantasies. I’d ogle her in school, my house, her house, try to peek on her (I once saw her in bra and
panties), and when she wore a bikini…I was doomed.
Time passed. We were both in college, and Kayla seemed to be moving on, getting a boyfriend. It wasn’t her first, though, as I’d been jealous of many of her dates. Kayla graduated that spring and right away moved in with her boyfriend.
Jerry, her boyfriend, decided he’d go play poker all night around mid-September. Kayla accepted my invitation to sleep over at my apartment, so she
wouldn’t be alone. Sharon was going to one of her activist’s meetings (she was always protesting something) so Kayla and I went to the movies. She picked out Gladiator, and it turned out to be a very momentous choice.
Later at home, Kayla joined me in the living room wearing the nightgown she’d brought with her. The hem fell only to mid-thing, and it took all my willpower not to ogle her legs. Likewise, the neckline was low cut and sheer, showing my her cleavage. Kayla had very small breasts and they had always turned me on.
“Nice gown,” I commented, unable to resist saying something.
Kayla looked down at herself. “Thanks,” she said. She put her hand on her chest. “Not much to show off, though.” “You’ve got enough,” I told her. She glanced at me quickly, then back down, running a hand over her small boobs. “I don’t know,” she said. “They’re so small.” “I think they’re perfect,” I heard myself say. It was like I’d lost control of my mouth.
“You do?” she asked, a grin appearing on her lips. Her sweet, kissable lips. “That’s so sweet…” I think I blushed, so I turned away quickly and led
the way to the sofa. “Want to watch TV?” I asked over my shoulder. “Nah,” Kayla replied. “Not in the mood. Why don’t we just talk?” I started to sit down, then I saw my neighbor sit on the floor, so I joined her down there. That was fine with me. It was a lot easier to glance at her legs this way. We chatted for awhile, covering topics like our jobs, our relationships (neither of us was very happy, it seemed), and the fact that she had recently had an article published in the New Yorker. “That reminds me,” I said, reaching beneath the sofa for the item I’d hidden there. “I have something for you. Kind of a reward.”
I pulled out a small box and handed it to her.
“What is it?” she asked, her eyes shining. My God, she looked so beautiful right then.
“Open it and see.”
She pried the hinged lid open and gasped when she
saw the gold anklet inside. I knew she had an
affinity for ankle jewelry.
“Oh!” she cooed. “It’s beautiful! But why?”
“I told you, a reward for becoming published.
Besides, I love you sis.” I swallowed hard. “You’re my best friend, and I just wanted you to know how special you are to me.”
“That is so sweet,” she said, tears appearing at the corners of her eyes. She gave me a soft, lingering kiss on my cheek. “You’re my best friend, too,” she whispered in my ear. She slid back a notch and handed me the anklet. “Put it on me?” she asked.
Then she lifted her leg and planted her petite foot flat on my chest.
I froze.
I felt a sudden rush of excitement. Kayla’s gown had fallen back as her leg came up, exposing her limb all the way up to her panties. I knew in that moment that the rest of my life was going to be agony, that no other woman on Earth could fill my heart like my own, dear neighbor. I didn’t try to hide my emotions as I slowly ran my gaze up and down her leg. I held her foot and caressed her calf, then took the anklet from her hand. Kayla seemed a little surprised at my actions, but I was lost. I was consumed by desire. I fastened the jewelry around her delicate ankle, then caressed her leg again.
I kissed the top of her foot, stroked her leg, and Kayla did not protest or try to pull away. When I took her big toe in my mouth, she gasped. I held her foot up and licked her sole, making her moan. Our eyes locked, and I could see the wantonness on her face. I licked my way over her foot and up her calf, her shin, to her knee. I was closer then, so I leaned to her face. Kayla’s eyes flickered closed as I pressed my lips to hers. She had such soft lips. Her tongue snaked out, and I took it into my mouth.
I put my hand on her breast, and she jumped. She pulled back a little. I expected protest and didn’t want to hear it. I shushed her, covering her mouth with my fingers, then kissing her again.
She let me press her back until she was laying on the floor and I was hovering over her. She reached for my zipper, but I hit her hand immediately. "Why are you doing this?" I yelled. "What do you think you're doing?!" She simply looked me in the eyes and said "I wanna be the very best, like no one ever was. To catch them is my real test, to train them is my cause. I will travel across the land, searching far and wide. Each pokemon to understand the power that's inside. Pokemon! Its you and me. I know its my destiny... Pokemon"