"Hello," she cooed as I answered the door. She pulled the slipping strap of her backpack back onto her shoulder. My jaw mentally dropped. She looked even more beautiful than I remembered. Her straight, mousy brown hair framed her long thin features and fell well past her slim shoulder. She had little round glasses that hung on the tip of her nose. She wore a pair of blue-jeans that hung around her hips and a light sweater that just caught the tips of her pert smallish breasts. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close to me. It always gave me a hard on to feel her body pressed against mine. It also made me feel a little guilty. She had been dating one of my friends. Even though he had broken things off several months ago, I couldn't think of pursuing her. Though the thought did cross my mind.
The break-up had hurt her deeply and she'd always seemed like such a fragile girl. I didn't think twice when she told me that she needed to spend time with somebody and asked if we could see each other. Visions of her tight, innocent body swam though my mind. I knew that really wanted to I have her, but I couldn't. I mean I shouldn't. Besides, I couldn't imagine that an innocent girl like that would be interested in any of the things I would want to do to her.
Still, I could remember each of the moments when some slip would happen and I couldn't help but see a little bit too much. Now that I think about it, there were rather a lot of those times. I'd always wondered if she noticed how much I liked watching her.
I invited her into my apartment. We sat and talked while I warmed some water for tea. We talked about life and our favorite movies. We were deciding what movie to watch when the water was ready in the kitchen. I left and prepared two cups. When I walked back into the room I nearly dropped the tea.
She was bending over to look at the dvds stored close to the floor. Her legs were straight at the knee and she folded her tight body over at the hips. I can't even begin to tell you how perfect her ass was. The curve from her hips to her thigh, perfectly rounded expression of her taught little splendor. My cock swelled to its fullest and I began to throb powerfully. I was afraid she had seen when she turned her head and smiled at me. She stood up and took one of the cups out of my hands, thanked me and sat down. I could hardly believe she had not noticed, but she did not seem to.
She looked concerned. I'd noticed a tension about her since I first held her at the door. I concentrated in a vain attempt to subdue my raging cock. I picked out a movie to watch. It was one of those long Russian epics, she had actually gotten it for me as a gift. I hoped it would distract her from some of her concerns.
We settled into our seats and began the movie. She complained that her shoulder ached from typing all day long. I could hardly resist a chance to touch her and so I offered her a massage. She lifted herself up and collapsed onto my lap, giggling lightly as she fell. I ran my fingers though her long hair, pushing it over her shoulders. I rolled my fingers through the back of her hair and let my fingertips slide down her slim neck to the collar of her sweater. "You should take this off." I told her. She grabbed her sweater and lifted it over her head. As she lifted the sweater her undershirt lifted along as well. Her hips curved beautifully into her tight stomach and the silken skin of her back. She was wearing a white lacy bra, I could see the swell of her breast for an instant. My breath caught in my throat.
She pulled off her sweater and got her shirt back down. I was so completely aware of my cock aching in my blue jeans and her body only inches from it. When I'm naked my erection reaches all the way to my navel, but with my jeans on I don't have enough room to... to stretch out, let's put it that way.
I moved my hands onto her shoulders and began to caress her. Now, it's not easy to give a massage to a thin girl. There is not a lot of muscle to rub, but I let my fingertips trace across her shoulder blades and across her neck. She cooed gently. I kept talking with her to keep my mind off the situation. I don't even know what I was talking about. My fingertips were slowing working my way down her spine.
As I massaged my way down her back and as I did her hips began moving in tiny circles on my thigh. My cock, which was pressed tightly against the fly of my pants, throbbed rhythmically. This couldn't be my imagination. She was working me over. It was impossible. This was not the kind of girl who would know how to work a cock over. She could hardly listen to dirty jokes without bushing. It must be something else. But Oh God, please don't let her stop.
Her hips began moving with more intensity. My fingers had wrapped around her waist and I began massaging her a little more roughly. She seemed to react directly to my touch rolling her sweet flesh against me. I wasn't massaging her anymore; I was controlling her and using her to massage my aching cock. I knew she would stop me at any moment. I knew that any second she would recognize that I was not doing what she though I was. But what the fuck else could she be thinking. She couldn't be that innocent, could she? She must have felt that throbbing pulse. It echoed though my entire body.
Just then she pulled away and walked sharply to the bathroom. My world shattered. As the minutes ticked by I slowly started picking up the pieces. If I was lucky we would have a short talk and move on, but I wasn't sure if our friendship could ever bee the same again. It wasn't worth it, not for that momentary fit of pleasure, even if it was a mind-wrenchingly good moment of pleasure.
She walked back into the room and sat down beside me. She picked up her cup of tea and started watching the movie. I did the same. It was uncomfortable.
