Date: Tue, 20 Mar 2007 00:37:59 +0000
From: JO
Subject: Intensity

Hope you enjoy the story. The girl, M, is a real person, but these events
are fiction.


    I heard the bell ring, signalling the end of period 2. As I left my room
and forced my way through the throng of people leaving through the double
doors, I glanced towards the language block, aware that I normally met up
with M around here. I surveyed the crowd, but her long, blonde curls weren't
evident. I sighed softly and continued on my way. As I looked around, I
noticed a girl not far from me. She was tall and slim with straight blonde
hair falling carelessly over her shoulders. But, it wasn't that that got me
about her - it was what she was wearing. She had chosen a short dress which
was around mid-thigh length, and her gorgeous, endless legs were strutting
before me, threatening to drive me wild with desire. That's when I realised
- the girl infront of me was M. My jaw literally dropped. From that moment,
I knew this was not going to be a normal day for me. Sure, I'd always had a
thing for M, quite a big thing actually, being that I constantly fantasised
about her and always longed to touch her wonderous figure. But now, she was
displayed infront of me and it was all I could do to try and avert my eyes.
How was this fair? I was surely going to go out of mind if I was around her
today, not being able to slide my hands up that soft, white skin and find
the precious secrets within.
    I walked behind her for a while, enjoying the view, but at the same time
feeling a sense of despair as she walked on, oblivious to the emotions she
stirred in me. One of my favourite things to do was masturbate - especially
over her. But how could I help it? She made me feel so..so...intense. When I
was with her, all my senses were intensified. When we touch, I can barely
breath, when she kisses me goodbye, I feel so hot I could melt ice with a
look, when she looks at me with her deep, mysteriously coloured eyes, every
part of me screams out for her, and I feel naked under her vision. Somehow,
I have to relieve the tension. I don't know if she feels it, don't know if
she feels the same. We had always skirted around the issue, not failing to
discuss our masturbatory habits (obviously, not all the details), porn and
sexual fantasies. And she was perferctly aware of my attraction to females,
and yet, I'd never the guts to ask her how she felt.
    Now, though, as I walked after her, mouth dry, my mind presenting to me
all of the possibilties of that body, I felt different. I felt the intense
heat rising in me, and somehow, I was unsure whether today I could tame it
with a simple frig in the toilets. M stopped when she met her friends and I
came up behind her and slid my arms around her slender body. This was
nothing new, it wasn't unusual for myself and M to have our arms around each
other. Maybe it was just because we were close, because we were, or maybe it
was something more. One could only hope it was the latter.
    "Someone looks hot today," I laughed, as she soaked up the compliment.
It was natural for us to flirt in this way, whether M knew it was because I
liked her, or because she just liked to joke around, I don't know. But I did
know that I always meant every word I ever said to M. I made idle chat for a
while to her friends, but all the time my mind was on the body of which my
own body was pressed into. I was praying she couldn't feel my erect nipples
through her top. My hands fell to her hips, and I tried to control myself
from slipping my hands under her skirt and pulling aside her underwear. I
looked at her face and imagined her eyes closed, mouth semi-open and M
groaning as I made her come onto my hand. I moaned inwardly, feeling so hot
that I thought I might groan out loud. I felt my pants start to get wet and
I wondered if the heat I was feeling was radiating off of me. It was more
than likely that I was flushed, and I realised I had better remove myself
from the situation. I said my goodbye's and turned to leave, my hand sliding
"accidentally" over M's firm butt as I went. I felt her twitch under my
touch, and I wondered if she felt what I felt. God, I hoped she felt what I
felt.
    Next period went by in a blur, I spent the whole time daydreaming of the
things I'd like to do to my friend. I wondered if she would reject me if I
simply just asked. I mean, she was a good friend after all. But, somehow,
this was not a favour that was normally highlighted in friendships. I was
feeling so sensitive now, that when my bag grazed against my crotch, it
drove me wild. After this period, I absolutely had to find her. I watched
the clock ticking away relentlessly, mocking me as I waited for the hands to
move. They moved slowly, as if covered in thick glue, and I felt more and
more frustrated than ever. And finally, thankyou God, the bell rang. I
seized my back and practically vaulted the tables to the door. As I spilled
out into the cool air of the corridor, I hesitated momentarily, the warm sun
across my face. I closed my eyes for a second, breathing hard. I could not
explain the pure desire I was feeling, but I knew I'd never felt anything as
powerful. I was drawn to her as if I were a paperclip and she was a magnet.
I felt like she had a piece of string attached to me, or maybe to my crotch,
which she could tug and I would come running whenever she liked. But as I
set off again, I didn't care, I just had to find her. Eventually, I saw her
a few metres infront of me. A friend of mine tried to distract me, but I
could not be detered from my course of action. I waved dismissively, and
marched on until once again I was admiring the fantastic view from behind.
She was alone, perfect. I draped an arm across her shoulder and said hello,
studying her face for some kind of permission, some kind of affirmation to
go. She looked back at me, her eyes falling to the nape of my neck, across
my mouth and back to my eyes. I felt light-headed. I had to do something, it
was now or never. Breathing deeply, I let my hand fall to the hem off her
skirt, my fingers lightly grazing the skin underneath it. An easy mistake to
make, could have quite possibly been disguised as an accident and no one
would have known any different. But she reacted, and that's what told me
that she was feeling what I was feeling. She jumped and made a small sound,
her eyes momentarily closing before flying open again.
    "Sorry," I rasped, bringing my arm back to her waist. M just nodded,
avoiding looking at me. But as we walked along, leaving through the school
gates for lunch, I soon felt her arm around my waist. Her fingers were
carefully rubbing the fabric at the hem of my jumper. It was a subtle
movement, but knowing what was happening was causing me to lose my mind -
and soak my pants. Smoothly, her fingertips made contact with my skin and I
inhaled sharply as shocks of electricity trickled through me. We'd left
school with hardly a word to each other, which was unusual in itself, but we
both knew what was finally happening.
    "My house for lunch?" M asked, still avoiding my eye. I agreed
immediately and we cut down the pathway to her house. Her hand remained firm
on the skin of my waist, and I decided to brave another touch. This time,
though, my hand reached for her inner thigh, caressing it gently. M gasped
loudly and the sound alone turned me on immensely. Her skin felt so soft, so
smooth, I wondered what it would taste like. Could it be possible that I was
going to find out today? After a drawn out, suspense filled walked home, we
finally made it to M's. I noticed immediately that no cars occupied the
drive-way. She'd known. I smiled slyly at her, and she raised her eyebrows,
motioning to the door. She seemed to take forever turning the key, her long,
nimble fingers twisting the door knob, her body floating through, and
finally, we were in. There was a moment of tension between us which you
could have cut with a knife. And then I couldn't take anymore.
    I reached for her, one arm wrapped her waist, the other hand on her
chin, guiding her face towards me. We locked eyes and I drew her full, soft
lips towards my own waiting mouth. We joined together, and it was like
heaven. I felt dizzy, warped, I was so light headed I wasn't even sure if
this was happening. And then her tongue slithered into my mouth, meeting
gently with mine, duelling together as we explored each others mouths. Her
mouth was hot and sensual and as I probed her mouth with my tongue, I earned
small gasps from M. I moved down the the nape of her neck, licking the
delicate, white skin and running my hands through her hair. I had waited to
do this for so long. I took her hand, took her into the front room and
resumed kissing her. Finally, I placed my hand on her thigh. M quivered and
I wasted no time in following her leg upwards. I was shocked at what I found
- M was soaking wet. The heat emitting from her pants both surprised me and
made my own wetter.  I traced the outline of her pussy with my fingertip,
putting pressure on her clit before sliding it away again. Oh, fuck teasing.
I wanted her more than anything. I pushed her onto the floor and heaved
myself onto her, our clits level. M gyrated her hips against mine, her eyes
closed as she groaned softly. I was almost coming just from that. But I
absolutely had to have her. I took her small breast in my hand, rubbed the
nipple with my thumb until it was erect, and then slipped my hand back
between her legs. This time, I wasted no time in inserting my finger. M
moaned loudly, her hips rising off the floor as my finger entered her hot,
tight pussy. She was heaven to touch, and every movement made by my finger
gauged a reaction from M as she writhed around on the floor. Feeling more
and more heated, I reached forward and tore away her dress, leaving her
there in her bra and her wet underwear. Before long I'd stripped away the
underwear, but I left her bra on. She looked so sexy lying on the floor in
her bra, her face flushed, her hair back from her face and her eyes tight
shut as she pleaded with me to touch her again. I could only oblige. This
time, I lowered my hot mouth to her pussy and breathed deeply onto her clit,
flickering my tongue over her pearl. She cried out, grabbing my head as she
did so. I moved back up to her face, kissed her deeply, and then plunged my
fingers back inside her. She near enough screamed as I rubbed furiously on
her g-spot, my other hand pinching her hard nipple. I lowered myself back
down her body, and dipped my tongue into her treasure. She tasted sweet, but
slightly salty, and I savoured that taste forever. I nibbled on her lips
while I consistently moved my fingers inside of her, then I began to lick
small circles around her clit. She was close, I knew it, because I could
feel her starting to convulse. I sped up my movements, probing and nudging
her clit with my tongue, and when she was panting, begging, sweating, I
finally took it into my mouth and rolled my tongue over it relentlessly,
again and again and again, until she came again and again and again,
muttering my name over and over, holding my hand inside her with her thighs
and shaking violently. After that, I was satisfied. This had all been about
her - I wanted to see her come, I wanted to do unspeakable things to her
body. And now, I had, but the intensity remained the same.