“Are you coming?” Alison asked.
“Of course, how could I not come.” I replied.
“But, Elena might be in.”
“Never mind. That’s in the past.”
I’m Kevin , a first year student at NYU. My dear friend, Alison, just finished her first year at Columbia. We’re both from New Jersey. I met her when I was 9 years old and moved my family from China to the US. As the only Asian face in town at the time, no one wanted to play with me, and no one at school wanted to be in my group. They always watched from afar or made small or loud comments wherever I appeared and dispersed when I tried to talk to them. My parents couldn’t take care of me either because they were too busy working.
She was the only one who didn’t laugh at me during that rather difficult time, instead she was the first to extend a hand of friendship to me. I am grateful for that to this day. Over the years, I have grown into my environment and made many genuine friends, but no matter how much the outside world has changed, our friendship has never suffered, but has grown from the beginning.
We both see each other as best friends and give each other the greatest help and support whenever and wherever we can. We were lucky enough to be in the same class from elementary school all the way through high school, and even college was in the same city. I’m very glad that we were both in New York City during the best years of our lives, and that we got to see each other from time to time, but of course when we weren’t overwhelmed by exams and papers. I can’t imagine what these years would have been like without her.
On a mid-July day after my rookie year in college, a friend of mine was hosting a birthday party at his new apartment, and Alison and I were both invited. The truth was that my friend’s roommate had met Alison at a party, and seemed to have a spark, so he insisted on inviting her. My friend also happens to be a good friend of Elena’s, which is my ex.
There’s something that no one ever knew. I once had a raging obsession with Alison when we were thirteen. Let’s be honest, thanks to the impulses of puberty and all the hormones running around in our bodies, all men have felt something vaguely different about the female playmates they grew up with as children. Not to mention girls as sweet as Alison.
One day in 8th grade the school organized a performance and the girls in their class did ballet. I’ll always remember that at that point in time, the Alison in me went from being a little girl in a pig-tailed skirt and rainbow-colored socks to, well still a little girl because she was never taller than 5’1″ but the rest of her was by no means any smaller. I began to notice the shy blossoming of her breasts and the gradual beginnings of a charmingly curved ass. That was also the first time I felt an erection.
At first I stubbornly thought I was just physically attracted to her, but gradually I noticed her mesmerizing personality like champagne! She always had a sweet smile on her face. Even with all the inevitable conflicts amongst her classmates in high school, no one dared to denigrate or disrespect Alison, who was so brilliant and dazzling that the light in her smile forced anyone to put away any bad thoughts and feel happy from the bottom of their hearts.
This bubbly early love tormented me vigorously, leaving me spellbound and bedraggled, just like many other people’s first loves, I’m sure! Of course, I never acted out because I didn’t want to put our friendship at risk. The only time I acted out of character, it was when a group of us were playing dare together in ninth grade and she had to kiss me. It was one of the most memorable kisses of my life.
As time progressed, those feelings faded and we both started dating other people. She had always been extremely popular, and the line of guys who wanted to date her could stretch from Central Park to the Brooklyn Bridge. Her dating record was higher than mine, having had almost nine boyfriends in high school, but none of them were serious, averaging almost two months each. I used to make fun of her for her inability to keep a man.
I, on the other hand, hadn’t seriously considered a relationship until my Junior year, when I started dating Elena. Elena was one of the most popular girls at school and was often called a model. I say model because she was skinny as a matchstick, barely had any breasts but had a pair of unbelievably luscious lips made for oral sex.
At that time everyone thought I was ravishing, but in reality we never did anything. I didn’t mind at all though because I did like this girl very much and I was very serious about the relationship at the time. She and Alison had a mutual friend but they never really liked each other and always looked at each other funny, Alison might have tolerated her for my sake but she kept her mouth shut every time she was on the verge of taking a big shot at Elena.
Elena, on the other hand, has always been quite critical of my friendship with Alison. I’m convinced it’s because Alison, on her smaller frame of 5’1, shows off a devilish figure with tantalizing boobs and hips, whereas Elena, even though she’s 5’8, is almost unapologetically a doormat, with those ever-so-colorful red lips, of course. But Alison never flaunted her figure. She was always fashion conscious but always covered herself up tightly, while Elaine, as a potential model, always preferred tight, padded bras and always tried to show as much skin as she could without getting into trouble.
Let’s get back to the subject at hand. Elena dumped me a week before prom for an amateur photographer who supposedly had “connections” in the modeling world. Rumor had it that they went to a hotel the night they first met. Needless to say, that night was one of the darkest nights of my life. Thank God I was so busy that summer that before I knew it I had moved to New York City and met someone at school, Lena, but it didn’t work out. Then later on, it was time for me to set foot on the familiar ground of New Jersey again after my first school year. It felt good to be home, especially to meet old friends and share stories about our year.
“Do you want me to go with you?” Alison asked, about that Party.
“No, still can’t. When are you going?” I asked.
“About eight o’clock,” she said. “I told him I’d be there around 7:30,” I said, “so I’ll see you then?”
“Ok. But you know what you should do? You should fill your iPhone with baskets and baskets of pictures of Lena. She’s very hot and has a smart brain. That would definitely slap Elena in the face!” She suggested.
“I wouldn’t be that classless,” I told her, “Plus, I haven’t even seen Lena again.”
“Suit yourself, Kev ,” she said, “just a suggestion…”
We finished our cups then went our separate ways home.
That night, I arrived alone in a simple plaid shirt and jeans to an apartment vibrating with ear-piercing rock music, an iPod hooked up to a couple of huge speakers. About fifteen people were in the living room, munching on what looked like a pizza of some sort, along with french fries and every kind of junk food you could hope to come up with at a student party.
Everyone looked cool, however my friend’s roommate set a new lower limit for my taste.
It was like a goofy hipster plus egomaniac! Dressed in a black striped shirt, white suit, white tie, staying indoors with stupid sunglasses and a ridiculous hat. What grosses me out the most is the strand of hair that hangs down to cover half of his donkey’s face and then rakes across his mouth to end up on his chin, practically screaming “I’m just a rogue pervert!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Now I can’t believe Alison would date someone like that.
I was greeting people, high-fiving, and chatting as usual, until a ruckus came from the kitchen. Then, suddenly, I saw Elena stumble out, half a beer in her hand, her face red as a tomato.
She was fatter than she had been in high school. Maybe it was the result of a disorganized first year of college, or maybe her so-called modeling career hadn’t gone according to plan, and she’d swelled up like she’d been blown up. On her way out of the kitchen again she poured the rest of her half-bottle of beer into another gulp, burping loudly. Fat streaked across her once razor-sharp, bony face, revealing a pair of drunkenly confused and dull eyes.
I speculate without malice that perhaps this indulgent life is what she always wanted. She now had a noticeable baby bump on her stomach, which I hoped was just from gaining weight because just then she happily downed another beer. She turned her head and saw me.
“Hey ！！！！！！！ !!!Kevin !!!” She screamed.
“Hi…” I responded a little awkwardly, “It’s nice to see you again, Elena.”
“Sorry buddy,” my friend said as he peeked over the side, “I forgot to tell you she’s coming too.”
“It’s okay,” I told him, “nothing to worry about.”
I turned my head and suddenly saw a huge, hairy guy pushing his tongue hard into Elena’s throat. I recoiled in my head.
Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice say.
“Woah! When did your ex get laid by a big grizzly bear?”
This is Alison, the Bodhisattva of Mercy, and she looks very proper! Regular! She’s wearing a form-fitting, sleeveless purple dress that shows a little cleavage and is cut to fit her all over, subtly showing off her curves and causing all the heads in the room to twist in all sorts of normal and abnormal ways. I never remembered ever seeing her cleavage, even at last year’s prom.
Instead of the familiar ponytail, her hair was parted in the center and fell naturally to the sides, slightly past her shoulders. She looked taller than normal, as a pair of boots with a heel added about 3 inches to her. Mr. Rogue James greeted her and attempted to kiss her, but she turned her head to let the kiss land on her cheek.
I greeted her with a squeeze of my eyes – no, not the “Hey, baby” squeeze, but the “Are you kidding me? Baby~” squeeze, but “Are you kidding me? Him?”
“What?” She said. “Okay, I know you’re studying art at Columbia, and that crowd probably does seem “hip”. But, no? Him?” I asked incredulously.
“Since when did you become so protective of your food?”
“Hey, you’ve made comments about my dates, and as your best friend, shouldn’t I have the same right?”
“We’re not dating,” she explained, “I’m just here for his party.”
“This is so much more than just a Party dress,” I said, looking her up and down.
Gradually more guests arrived, Alison and I were separated, and the party began. I’d been trying to enjoy the party, but wherever I went, Elaine and her “man-bear” boyfriend kept popping up and doing mouth jobs. They both reeked of stale alcohol, and the guy’s sweat glands were so sensitive, he desperately needed a shower. I figured since I kept bumping into them, I should try to have a chat.
“So, when did you guys start?”
“Almost two months ago,” Elena said vaguely. “It was a rough time for me, I was out of love, grieving, thinking about suicide. And then Kiss Pauly baby came along, he was so gentlemanly and elegant, almost like a knight. And he was big, if you know what I’m talking about.”
This “Pauly baby,” who is a real piece of work, interjects with a bloody mouth, “Oh yeah, she’s got the tightest fucking asshole. Uh-huh!”
Simply awesome, I thought. Two years ago I was deeply in love with her while she still had an okay body and I got nothing. Now this shaggy fucker hadn’t been together long and she was already spraying all kinds of shit on his bear cock.
“Pauly, baby,” he then asked me, “so how do you know Elaine?”
I simply didn’t know how to respond to that question. So I got up and said, “I’ll go get some drinks.”
“Mind bringing us some each?” Pauly asked.
Before I agreed to the request I suddenly had the audacity to ask offhand, “Elena, you’re not pregnant, are you?”
“HOW!!!” Pauly snaps, “I pull it out every time.”
I stood up a little dazed, accompanied by a roar in my head, and turned into the kitchen. alison and the roommate were sitting in there. From the way she was looking at me, I understood that she had clearly seen the whole thing.
“Are you okay?” She asked.
“I’m okay…” and I’m not okay at all, she can tell.
“Shall we go?” She suggested. “No no, that’s not necessary, I’m fine.” I told her.
“Hey man, if you’re good then please stretch your arms and legs, dance and sing your ass off, just stay away from the two of us,” Mr. I’m a Hooligan snapped.
“James , shut up!” Alison shouted.
“No, he’s right. I shouldn’t have bothered you guys.” I told her.
“Don’t mind me. Take care of yourself and I’m here if you need me.” She said, while putting her hand around my shoulder to give me a hug.
When she let go, I said with a grimace, “So Elaine will hopefully have a baby with that man-bear in six months.”
“Really?!!!?!?!?!” Alison asked “Well, can’t be absolutely sure,” I replied, “but judging by their lack of knowledge of effective birth control methods and that disgusting baby bump it seems highly likely. Of course if she does get pregnant and still drinks like she does she’ll either have a miscarriage or give birth to a monkey.”
Alison was amused and giggled. I didn’t look too amused, so she paused as she watched my face. But her champagne-like personality was really like a contagious disease, and I couldn’t help myself from pursing my lips and laughing too.
I pulled a can of beer out of the fridge and just as I took a sip, I heard Elaine throw up all over Mr. Auly Baby. I almost spit my drink out, and Alison looked so happy to see her so miserable.
“Man, you ever date that shit?” , said Mr. I’m-a-Rascal-James, “Guess I shouldn’t hold out any hope for your fashion sense.”
“Oh, no one could have a more beautiful goatee than you!” I said sarcastically, eyeing his face as it deteriorated, and Alison took great pleasure in his embarrassment.
“Really, and what’s with the glasses?” She asked, “We’re indoors!!!”
Her shining light poured over me, and after that I no longer found it difficult.
Near the end of the evening, I was visiting my friend’s room when Alison slipped in to escape the noise outside. I admired the graduation, awards, plaques, and prom pictures on the wall.
“I can’t believe it’s been a year, can’t it?” She said, “Yeah, it seems like yesterday.” I reminisced, “Any regrets?” she asked. She asked “No,” I said, “I had a lot of good memories in high school, went through a lot of things, managed to survive, and got into a great college. And my best friend is still my best friend. What more could I ask for?”
She took a few steps closer and leaned into me allowing me to reach around her. I obediently pulled her closer in order to rest my head on hers. We stared at the wall, letting the pictures on the wall drown us in memories.
I poked her in the waist and she popped up with a squeal.
I laughed out loud.
“It definitely works!!!” I laughed “It’s not funny!” She said, trying to act angry to scare me, but it only seemed funnier because she was really only a tiny bit. Seriously, if Alison tried to try and fight me she would win-because I would die laughing first.
“Do you have any regrets?” I asked her “I wouldn’t have minded doing a little better at the dance,” she said, “My partner didn’t stay for the last tune because he had to leave. And that happened to be my favorite tune!”
I grunted through my nose while she annoyingly elbowed me in the waist.
“At least you’re dating your boyfriend.”
“It’s a good thing that dirty bastard dumped you.”
Suddenly, all that loud hip-hop music stopped and a soft round dance tune came on. Maybe the owner of that iPod had set the wrong playlist, or maybe some kind god in the sky had mercy on me, because this music happened to be the last song Alison had missed at prom, YouandMe from Lifehouse.
I removed my hands from around Alison and stepped back with my feet together, making a gentlemanly inviting gesture with one hand behind my back and one hand forward, “Care to dance with me, beautiful lady?”
She looked at me a little confused, so I said, “I may not be wearing a tuxedo, but at least you’re in a nice shiny evening gown.”
She smiled and gracefully reached out, wrapping her hand around me. She rested her head on my shoulder, thanks to her high heels, helping her to barely reach it. We slowly twirled in circles to Jason Wade’s deep, magnetic voice, and without saying much, we worked together seamlessly. It’s like knowing that no matter what happens, we’ll always be there for each other. Her body was hot and I could feel her heart beating faster and faster, almost as if it was going to pop out of her swollen breasts in the next moment.
Gently I planted a kiss on her forehead. How I wished this moment would never end but, Alas, the music was rudely interrupted by certain hip-hoppers noisily making noise in the living room, once again switching to earth-shattering mindless heavy metal. And just as I was about to stop and let go of her, Alison snuggled up even tighter, so we continued to slowly twirl around in circles there, lost in our world and oblivious to what was going on around us.
At about eleven o’clock I decided to call it a day and leave, and Alison decided to join me. “What about James?” I asked. “Aha, I think he’ll be fine” she said. I didn’t even see him in the room, so I said hi to my friend and left.
It must have just rained outside and the streets were muddy. We sauntered along and drove Alison home.
“I’m sorry, but I still have to say I have no feelings for James,” I told her, “and not just because of his stupid goatee.”
“Good analysis,” she said, “I was less sensitive before.”
“It looks like you mean it.”
“Why do you think that?”
“Well, I’ve never seen you dressed like that before.”
“Who says I’m dressed like this for him?” She said with a sly grin.
“Aha, if your aim is to make Elaine crazy with jealousy I think I’m gonna love you,” I teased her and she laughed out loud “Someone always needs to make that bitch see herself,” she said and I laughed “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…I mean, things didn’t exactly go the way you thought they would but I know you still ……”
“No,” I said, “it’s nothing, you’re right. Someone does need to rip that ridiculous arrogance out of her.”
“By the way, I still can’t believe you told me that she was actually jealous of me in high school?”
“Why not?”
“Well, I do think that she’s the hot modeling lady and I’m just …… me”
“So what if it’s you?”
“Probably not much. But it’s true that I’m not a hot modeling girl. She has a bunch of admirers, extreme popularity, and a downright unforgivable aura of foxiness, but of course, no one ever mentions it, that’s all. And what could I possibly care about her?”
I thought a little before answering, “An air that makes you feel at home.”
She looked at me with curiosity about what my answer really meant.
“Yes, she’s really special. But come on, openly, a lot of the time she’s really difficult. She’s always been compared to you at that point. My guess is that the high school years are over now, so she doesn’t need to struggle just to face you anymore. Maybe that drunken, puking pile of who knows what all over the place earlier was the real Elena, finally released after all those years of high pressure.” Then I made a ballsy conclusion while trying not to be too arbitrary, “Plus, if you look at it really objectively, you’re really quite attractive, compared to most of the girls at school. And she’s annoyed as hell about it.”
“Haha! If I’m so charming, why haven’t you ever asked me out?”
A wave of embarrassment washed over us, and suddenly the rain came pouring down and Alison gave a little scream. We raced to her house at the end of the street and fumbled around in the rain to find the keys. When we finally got inside, she started whining about us being soaked.
“Keep your voice down,” I told her, “you’ll wake your family up like that.”
“They’re not home, little twerp,” she told me, “they’re on vacation on the West Coast.”
Together we rushed upstairs into her room where she turned out one of her dad’s tight sweatshirts for me. Her dad is tiny so when I saw what she wanted me to wear I said, “You’ve got to be kidding right?”
“That’s all I have!” She said “Don’t you have a shirt?” I asked her “I don’t have anything here that you can really slip into. Unless you want to try on my corset?”
“Besides, you’re a guy! I haven’t seen you topless much before. Now get in the shower before you catch a cold and get something. The bathroom is just down the hall there. You can put your dirty clothes in the clothes basket and I’ll return them to you when I’m clean.”
I got into the bathroom and shoved all my clothes into the basket under the sink then got into the shower. The feeling of the warm water rushing over me was just wonderful and gradually I felt soothed all over. After ten minutes of enjoying myself like this, I dried myself off and pulled on a pair of tight khaki pants she had given me then walked back to her room to wait for her to come out. I carefully sat down on her bed, which was full of bras. She was a 34C , bigger than I thought. I always thought she would be no bigger than a B. at most.
Curiosity got the better of me and I looked around, my main eyes resting on the school photos of Alison that covered the table and walls from when she was a little girl all the way up to the present day. The photos instantly opened a floodgate of memories, reminding me of the first time she said Hello to me, how she was the first one in fifth grade to want to sit with me at lunch, and how she taught me all sorts of American customs I didn’t have back home, such as the Halloween trick-or-treat.
I also remembered the time I was suspended from school for knocking a classmate down and twisting his knee because the boy knocked the ice cream out of Alison’s hand. I took a good beating that time, but I didn’t regret it at all, I felt like the king of the world, like the prince who protected a beautiful princess and fought the forces of evil to the death.
Then I turned my attention to the photos of her slowly growing up until the prom, the graduation ceremony, and in that moment the thought that suddenly lingered in my head was that my best friend turned out to really be the most beautiful and gorgeous person I had ever seen. Never just because of her moving body, but the sum of the whole person in every way, all the sparkles in her body coming together to make her such a perfect girl. I was very surprised that she managed to stay single even after entering college.
I heard the water turn off, and after a few minutes she stepped out wrapped in a towel.
“Jesus Christ, why aren’t you dressed in there?” I asked her “I’m sorry ~ habit makes me ~ ~ after all, hmmm, this is my room.” She said
I turned around so she could get dressed.
“No peeking oh little pervert.” She joked. I distracted myself with a picture on the wall, which happened to reflect Alison’s naked body in the mirror of the frame. I felt the urge to think of something else to keep the bad thoughts at bay.
After a while, she told me it was okay. I turned around and noticed she was wearing a baggy t-shirt and a pair of shorts. I’m pretty sure he wasn’t wearing a bra because her nipples were pushing against the shirt as if they were trying to come out of it.
“Still catching up?” She asked “Nope, just admiring your beautiful face.” I replied. She smiled lightly. Was I flirting?
“Do you want to?” She asked “A little. Everything felt so much simpler then. But college is still so much better than high school.” I told her.
“Do you miss her?” She looked at me, waiting for an answer.
“I thought about it,” I began, “and I’m not going to lie, there were times when I really thought about if I could have made some other choices, if I could have kept her from changing her mind about me, if I could have chosen not to leave. Did I do something wrong? What was it that caused us to break up? All these various questions I wrestled with myself for weeks.”
“You don’t have to change anything,” she told me. “Especially don’t need to change anything for someone like her. She’s the idiot who’s doing something wrong. Make sure you don’t doubt yourself.”
“I know that now,” I told her, “after seeing him at the party today, I’m sure of it. We belong to different worlds. (Elena and I are not meant to be together)”
She rested her head on my shoulder and hugged me. A burst of thunder erupted outside the window. “Looks like you’re going to be stuck here for a while?” She said “I don’t want to annoy you,” I told her, “You have an umbrella, right?”
“You’re walking home half-naked,” she said, “plus, it’s a thunderstorm. It can be dangerous sometimes in a place as empty as New Jersey.”
“Are you sure I won’t disturb you?” I asked.
“Don’t worry, it’s Saturday night,” she said, “I don’t have to do anything in the morning.”
Just as I was getting ready to sit down on her bed again, I realized the pile of lingerie on top of that.
“Oops!” she laughed softly, “Sorry about the mess.” She grabbed them all and threw them on a chair by the closet.
“They’re very ……… colorful,” I said dryly “You pervert,” she said mischievously
We lay side by side to either side of the bed, our feet dangling off of it, and talked and laughed to the sound of the falling rain and occasional thunder. Our conversation centered on our shared high school years, and then she brought up that kiss we had on that Truth or Dare.
“I couldn’t believe you just did that,” I told her, “I was worried and scared for ages because I kept thinking you were going to say I had cooties or something and then no girl would ever dare come near me again!”
“First of all, we’re in ninth grade,” she said, “long past the point of scaring people with lice. Secondly, I’m glad it was you that time and not, like, puss-faced Brian. Oh gosh, imagine if some pus suddenly broke out while we were doing that!”
We burst out laughing without restraint thinking about that scene.
“Plus, we’re best friends, so that’s not terribly surprising. Especially compared to those pus-filled horny guys. Ah, and not to forget the fact that you’re quite the kisser.” “Ha thanks,” she said, and I smiled smugly, “I always try to do my best.”
“Really,” she said, “you have to be in the top three.”
“Have you ever been attracted to me?” I joked.
She didn’t answer, maybe she thought I was just talking. It was quiet for a while then she asked, “Hey Kevin , Truth or Dare ?”
In order to avoid being ordered to wear a corset and maybe have my picture taken, I chose “Honestly.”
“You never answered my previous question …… Why have you never asked me out?” She asked.
I thought for a moment before answering. I looked at her, pondering if there could be some kind of trap hidden in that question.
“I’m a little worried,” I said, “I’m worried that if something happens…like you say NO or, heaven forbid, you say YES and then we break up over something, then I’ll lose you. I mean, you’re …… you’ve always been my best friend. You’ve made me whole in ways I’ve never experienced in anyone else. I can’t take that chance.”
“So …… you did think about it at one point?” She asked, “Yes.” I replied she rolled over to me and gave me a light kiss on the cheek. That felt quite nice. She didn’t move back and continued to huddle with me.
“Truth or Dare?” I asked her “Umm …… Dare!” She replied.
“Then I want you to refrain from screaming,” I tell her.
She looked at me a little confused until I poked her in the stomach and she squealed and jumped up all at once.
“EEEEIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEK ！！！！！！！！！！”
“I said no screaming!” I said laughing out loud she lunged over and hit my arm as hard as she could. And I laughed even more.
“You fight like a chipmunk,” I told her.
Fidgeting around trying to hammer me her slightly damp and scented hair from the shower hangs down to cover her face, I gently flick them out of the way to reveal the cutest face in the world, “Okay, since you didn’t get to finish it, I’ve got another chance. Truth or Dare?”
“Sincerely.” She said I decided to have some fun on this, “Do you masturbate?”
“Wow ! You’re sick!” She said. “So?” I asked.
“I won’t say anything!” She said. “Well then, I guess I’ll just have to find out for myself.” I told her.
I got up from the bed and started randomly looking through her drawers. “Let me guess, maybe I can find some special toys in here?” I said jokingly.
“Kevin , you’re so stupid,” she laughed maniacally.
“Does anyone think about ……James when they’re lonely ?” I continued to tease her “Oh God, that’s disgusting!” She blurted out.
She got herself out of bed and tried to stop me from continuing to go through her drawers. We ended up writhing as we tugged and laughed so hard our arms and legs went limp. She somehow managed to push me back onto the bed but was immediately yanked down by me as well. As she fell, her face landed right on mine and our lips met. Suddenly, the memory of that kiss from ninth grade rushed into my mind.
She lifted her head up in shock at what had just happened.
Suddenly, I made the stupid move. I ran my hand through the hair around her ear and raised my head to kiss her on the lips. It was a crazy and especially stupid impulse, because I was putting ten years of unparalleled friendship at risk. But what’s really crazy is that I didn’t feel the slightest bit of resistance. In fact. I realized that her arms were wrapped around my neck.
I wrapped my arms around her and pulled us both up, her hand leaning gently on my chest, my heart beating a frantic beat to the dance of our lips. I withdrew my head slightly to see if I was dreaming. I saw her bright eyes and she looked into mine. We just looked at each other in silence, my hand around her shoulder as the falling rain filled the sound space. Time seemed to grow unbearably long then finally, I broke the silence.
“Please say something,” I try to sound humorous.
“What took you so long?” She asked with a sweet smile. In that instant, her sweet dimples melted my heart.
“Me? Well…I have a feeling you’re trying to hide something from me,” I said “Kevin ……” she said softly, “I was beginning to think it was just a stupid obsession. I was starting to think it was just a stupid obsession. I even tried dating other guys but …… it never worked out. In the end, I think I actually knew all along that you were the one I wanted to be with.”
“How long have you been feeling this way?” I asked.
“Since I was 11 ……,” she replied.
“Eleven?!!!?!?!?!” I blurted out. She blushed then laughed.
I can’t believe it! For such a long time. Surrounded by so many suitors, she actually kept favoring me? With her looks and personality, she could have easily asked anyone out and all she wanted was me? Oh God, watching me with Elena must have been agonizing for her! How was I stupid enough to never realize in all this time!
“So …… if you ever do think about asking me out, like you said before, when would that be?” She asked.
“Possibly in ninth grade.” I told her, “I’ve noticed a change in the way I look at you since eighth grade. I saw you dancing in a dance recital that Miss Ramirez had lined up for a school assembly, and I noticed …… uh …… well, let’s put it this way, I found you fascinating.”
“Oh God, don’t tell me you’re a toddler girl control!” She said.
“No, no, it’s not that,” I said, “In fact, well …… let me get this straight, that tight dance dress of yours provides some …… form-fitting. ” I put my hands to my chest to make the appearance of cups.
“You can be a real pervert!!!” She giggled.
“Hey, give me a break, I was just a twelve year old boy,” I said, “I mean, at first it was really because of all that, but in the next I noticed how amazing you were. You were always so sunny and friendly to everyone. And no matter what happened, you were always there for me.”
“Ah! What a girl!” She laughed. “So you’re turning into lace for her?” I shot back.
“You’re a dumbass for not asking me out back then.” She said.
“I can make it up to you now.” I said with a smile.
We kissed again, with the joy of a dream finally coming true. I never, ever thought this could be true. There was no impediment to the passion that passed between us, it was so natural, as if we were born to it. I stroked her silky hair with one hand while my other hand gently explored her back. Our tongues tangled and danced between our lips, inseparable, each touch bringing a shiver throughout our bodies. It was like a dream.
Then she climbed up my neck along my face and caught my earlobe with her cherry mouth. She nibbled lightly while at the same time I slowly pulled the collar of her shirt away, revealing her perfectly shaped shoulders and sexy collarbone. The skin underneath was as lubricated as the finest cream. My lips and tongue greedily explored her neck and shoulders while suddenly, she bit my earlobe hard.
“AHHHH!!!” I screamed, “What is this for?”
“So you’ll know if this is a dream.” She looked like a smug little rooster. To get back at her, I lifted her off the bed in one fell swoop and she squealed in terror. I pinned her to the bed, grabbed her wrists, pecked the tip of her nose then started kissing her scented neck extensively.
I dropped kisses everywhere on her neck until I touched a spot just a little below her jaw when her whole body shook and tried to break free from my grip. So I rhythmically sucked on that spot with increased pressure and swept my tongue over it from time to time, and she visibly increased her breathing. A purple hickey surfaced there after I released her. I sat down on top of her.
“How do you feel about this?” I tease her.
“Not bad,” she said, “but I’ve got better.”
She sat up, her legs still pinned under me. She reached up and caressed me and brought her face close to my chest and stuck out a small nub of her tongue. She then touched my breast with the tip of her tongue and swirled it around the nipple. She was right-it did feel better! Between each wet swirl she would suck on it a little and it was driving me crazy.
Meanwhile, she played with my other nipple with her hand. I could feel my cock fighting to show off against the tight pants that trapped it. Each of her teases of gripping or sucking or licking or biting made me breathe a minute harder. My cock was throbbing with excitement.
“Looks like my magic worked,” she said. “But that really doesn’t say it’s fair-I’m the only one here who’s still properly dressed.”
With a swift and complete movement, she removed her t-shirt , unveiling the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen. They were as beautifully shaped as a tear drop, pointing divinely straight at you, and topped with a slightly swollen, maddening pink bud. They bring out a ripple with each of her movements, the bud swaying gently.
I had only imagined them in my dreams, and the real scene was a million times better. I couldn’t take my eyes off of them at all, I couldn’t move my body. Even though we had only just had intimate contact, all I could do was stand there dumbfounded like a dork, not knowing how to take the keto she was presenting to me.
“May I?” I asked
“Of course, why else do you think I put them out.” She said.
I carefully reached out and began to feel the unrivaled fullness of the pair with my fingertips, a touch that sent a jolt of electricity through her body. Then I opened my hand as wide as I could and gathered them together, while using my thumbs to give her nipples a curved massage, which made her grow into them.
I pulled her close and kissed her deeply while fondling her breasts. Then I reached behind her with my left arm and wrapped her around me, lowered my head to find the best angle and height, and began to kiss her cleavage and gradually shifted to her right breast, forgetting every corner, following the rise and fall of every curve, outlining the beauty of this earthly scene.
Slowly I began to approach her nipples, I circled the tip of my tongue around the equally tantalizingly pink areola, favoring the firming buds each time, and she kept letting out sighs, while each time she was about to reach the top and then inexorably stopped, she was about to be driven crazy.
“Stop being a jerk and suck it!”
How could I refuse such a request? I took a deep breath and wet her bud with my tongue then gently blew on it, the effect was immediate, it stood straight up and seemed about to break out. Then I took it deep into my mouth, mixing it with wet saliva and teasing every sensitive nerve end with my tongue. Still holding the nipple in my mouth, I gently let her fall back onto the bed and swept my index finger back and forth over the other nipple.
Alison began to moan lowly. Once again, I sucked the entire breast into my mouth as hard as I could. For about ten minutes, I was lost in the overwhelming beauty and tongue-tingling deliciousness, while she squirmed and clawed at my hair, back, and sheets, trying to slow down the bone-crushing sensation of the sweet and astringent mix.
I put a pink stamen between my upper and lower teeth and gently bit it, and she immediately let out a sheepish sound, “Ah~~ yes, bite it, bite …… bite ……” Her nipples were really very sensitive, and every touch brought her sensitive nerves to the brink of collapse. The scene was mesmerizing and overwhelming, so much so that in all these years I never thought I might be able to do with Alison what we are doing now.
I finally stopped this torture so she could catch her breath a little, then pulled her up to cover her lips with my mouth. Our hands caressed each other’s bodies lovingly as I savored her upper lip and she licked and tweaked my lower lip. My hand slid down to her shorts and pulled them down, revealing a pair of completely soaked black cotton panties. I placed one finger on the highest point of the damp range, applying slight pressure and sweeping the slit of her back and forth.
“Wow ……” she gasps “Oh not yet, I didn’t say I was going to let you go.” I told her.
I pulled down both her inner and outer pants in one fell swoop, revealing a pink slit uncovered by any hair and dotted with a shiny pearl. Her scent was so tantalizing that I could not resist the desire to taste her at all. I rolled her over onto her knees and had her get down on her shoulders in order to arch her lovely arse, then sat down next to her and put my hands behind her back.
I warmed her up, gently massaging her clitoris with my thumb, before my middle and ring fingers were inserted into the opening of her very wet but very tight vagina. I wiggled my fingers very rapidly inside and instantly I felt the place completely filled with fluid.
“Kevin , you were great!” She shouted.
Fingers still working their magic, I leaned down to kiss her spine. She tried to twist her head around and started kissing me from my stomach up to my left nipple and then clutched it with her mouth. She kept letting out moans of pleasure while my erection was on the verge of exploding.
I felt more and more liquid dripping from my hand, as if every inch of pink flesh inside her vagina was desperately trying to release the spring. Then suddenly, she shook violently as if she had been suddenly stabbed with a needle. I withdrew my fingers while Alison collapsed onto the bed.
“You wet the bed,” I laughed and joked “You’re such a douche,” she blushed back, “Oh my God, this is so embarrassing!”
“There’s no shame in that at all,” I told her, “you’re gorgeous.” I gave her a nose touching kiss and then couldn’t resist tasting her lips again.
“Why am I the only one here without clothes?” She asked.
“Good question,” I said, “these shorts have taken me to the limit of my endurance, especially with something so hard in them.”
“Well ……… did I cause this?” She teased, “I’m so sorry that life has been so hard on you.”
I poked her in the belly causing her to scream and jump again.
“This is for your crude witticisms.”
“So, if it’s really hard to wear those pants ……” I stared at her and held up a threatening finger. “Pure coincidence!” She shouted. “But seriously, why don’t you take them off?”
I figured there was no point in being shy and hesitant now. So I pulled down my pants, and the stiff rod that had been held back for so long immediately swished out, straight up into the sky, flaunting his glorious freedom.
“My God!” She yelled, “What?”
“Why it’s so big!”
“I’m not going to lie, I would have thought it would be almost like 4 inches or so…because you’re …… you know.”
“Alison, I’m not a Dwarf. Why would you think that?”
“Uh, you’re Asian ……”
“That’s an extremely bad misconception and prejudice and you should be ashamed to think that.” I told her then poked her in the stomach again causing her to scream and jump.
“I apologize, I apologize, I sincerely admit my mistake!”
She stared at him with a mixture of surprised curiosity and appreciation. I let him wave it off and looked up at Alison. “Oh my god Kevin!” She exclaimed and I laughed “You’re acting like you’ve never seen a meat stick before.” I told her.
“Well, haven’t seen anything like this ……”
“What do you mean?” I asked, “I thought you and Daniel ……?”
“No, Daniel has never managed to get it up,” she told me, “He’s the worst example of a premature ejaculator, plus he’s the kind of guy who doesn’t show his physique until he has an erection …… so in reality I’ve never even seen a ball.”
“Are you saying I’m your first ……?”
“Well …… yes!”
“What a poor girl.”
“Shut up!” She shouted in exasperation, “Wait, you and Elena…?”
“No!” I said offhandedly, “No, absolutely never, no!”
“That’s good, because I don’t want to pick up her leftovers.” She joked.
I pulled her to me and kissed her. We held each other and kissed indulgently until my hard little brother poked her stomach making her jump again.
“Oh, wow! This is great!” I said. “You’ve played on my ticklish constitution enough!!!” She shouted. She looked at my penis again and was surprised again, “Can I touch him?”
“Of course, what else would I be doing with it out?” I mouthed back, using the exact same tone of voice she had used earlier when talking about her breasts. She encircled my protuberance with her soft right hand, held it that way for a moment, and then began to carefully lasso it. Then she brought her mouth up to my right nipple and began nibbling it wetly as the lapping accelerated. The combination of her flavored tongue around the nipple plus her soft little hand on my cock was so intense that I had to forcefully push her away. “What’s wrong?” She asked.
“I’m just going to take a little breather,” I said, “Unlike you, boys need time to recharge their batteries after every session, and I’m far from wanting to just let you go.”
I laid her down on the bed and kissed her, then began to slowly work my way down. Gently sucking on her neck, nibbling on her swollen nipples, running my wet tongue across her stomach to reach her full pearl on her tight cleft. I lifted her right leg, nibbling and kissing from the crystalline foot until I reached the base of her thigh, and then I began to suck out a purple lipstick mark as hard as I had done earlier on her neck, which made her shiver.
I flicked my tongue across the bottom half of her slit, sweeping the inside of the sweet labia, and then licked down the slit to the clit. I sucked and nibbled on it, which caused her to stiffen up a bit and let out an “Ahhhh! …” sound. Then I sucked the whole pussy into my mouth and started sucking, focusing on the fuller pearl.
“Oh God,” she moaned into the
I swallowed her sweet ganja with ecstasy, and every now and then I even traced over her tightly closed beautiful asshole, not missing a single drop of the liquid that flowed out of her. Her musky body drove me nearly crazy, constantly milking every drop of the oozing manna, and from time to time I pushed my tongue deep inside her pussy to scour around. Then I sucked on her clit again and kneaded her breasts and her swollen pink nipples harder and harder with both hands, making them change shape and occasionally pinching and rotating her nipples to give her the ultimate in slightly painful stimulation.
In no time at all, she couldn’t stand it any longer and a powerful spring of water erupted from her cunt, spraying me all over my face while I licked it off and gulped down all the visible liquid as if it were a treasure.
I sat up and asked, “Alison, do you have any condoms?”
“No, it’s okay,” she said, “I’ll use the pill. I don’t want our first time to be separated by a layer of rubber.”
I placed my cock at the opening of her vagina and slowly pushed in.
I felt the strong obstruction of her vaginal walls, she was very cooperative and relaxed a little, allowing me to enter smoothly. But when I had just inserted my entire glans, she reflexively contracted tightly to stop the intrusion of the foreign object, but ended up just clamping down on my huge glans, causing both of us to tremble as if we had been electrocuted. Then with a burst of energy, I fully penetrated her with a single thrust of my waist.
I began to pump slowly, kissing her lips with each in and out. Soon I began to speed up, her tight pussy clenching my cock hard, but it wasn’t a big problem as it was well lubricated by her rich juices. I lowered my head and sucked and tore at her breasts with harder pumping while she let out a loud moan of ecstasy.
Her extremely narrow tunnel clung to my swollen cock and rubbed against it, while our hands and lips became more and more frantic, exploring every unfulfilled spot on each other’s bodies, clawing and biting out countless marks. It was as if a spring had blossomed in her pink peach hole, smothering out a tantalizing rattle of splashing water with each of my thrusts.
After continuing this for a while, I picked her up and had her roll over onto her knees and enter from behind. She had the loveliest ass in the world, firm and plump and just right. With each impact, I kneaded her buttocks hard and swatted them down from time to time, sending up a mesmerizing wave and a whiny, uncontrollable whine. Our lower bodies soon fit into a perfect rhythm.
She did her best to lift her upper body up and wrap her arms around my neck, before lowering her head hopelessly with a loud moan. One of my hands ravaged her nipples while the other massaged her clit. “Ohhhhhhhhh …… God, I can’t feel my legs!” She screamed after a long scream, almost sobbing, and
“Alison, you’re so beautiful, you’re wonderful.” I told her.
“You too.” She said softly, still gurgling and whimpering in time with my rougher and rougher rhythms.
Warm juices continued to flow down her legs while I continued to thrust hard into her already muddy pink cunt. After a few minutes had passed, I was beginning to feel labored and ready to erupt, we were both soaked from the exercise. I would stop the urge to explode when she noticed my embarrassing predicament and thoughtfully tried to give me a break, so she climbed on top of me and started grinding herself up.
Her clit rubbed against my pubic bone and the lush hairs around my cock gave her great stimulation. Then she lifted her legs up and squatted down on the bed, still in a thrusting position, braced her hands behind her and began bouncing up and down like a motion, making my cock go straight up and down inside her. Each time I could feel it poking a slightly rough spot then rubbing and thrusting deeper, pulling out, hitting that spot again then rubbing and going deeper again.
Alison’s voice gradually changed from a shallow murmur to a guileless scream with each thrust, and the frequency got faster and faster, with each high “Aaahhhh!!!” was interrupted by an involuntary need for oxygen, followed by an even higher “Aaaaaah!!!” And then gasping for breath again
The screams were getting shorter and more urgent, I decided to give her a hand and put my hand on her clitoris in an attempt to give her more stimulation. She instantly realized what I was trying to do and roughly opened my hand screaming “Don’t …… ahhhhh! Don’t! I’ll …… not be able to stand …… ahhhhh!!!”
So I had to lie obediently, admiring the breasts that were fluttering up and down with each of her bounces, her body that was gradually turning red, and the beautiful face that was being shown a lost expression whether it was from extreme pain or extreme pleasure. Looking at this scene in front of me, I obviously felt my part become harder inside her. As she moved more and more intensely, her orgasm gradually approached, her body fluids flowed out without restraint, and my entire hip was soaked with her musky-scented juices.
Not a moment later, I felt my cock clench like a hoop, unable to move, while she burst out with a high pitched scream that had never been heard before, and then crunched to a halt as if she had been suddenly strangled, only to see her body become rigid all of a sudden, all of her muscles tangled up, her mouth growing extremely long as if she was trying her hardest to breathe but was unable to do so.
After a few seconds, she shook so erratically that she could see every smallest muscle quivering, and with a long sigh that sounded like she was shattering from a great height and gradually falling into a deep valley, she collapsed on top of me in a single bound, her eyes closed as she gasped raggedly for air.
“Honey, I’m still nursing a hard-on.”
I murmured into her ear with a full stomach, and while she was still looking at me with confused and bewildered eyes, I pressed down on her hips to bring her into better alignment with me, and at the same time my hips shot up in a sudden upward slam. This caused a muffled scream to erupt from her mouth, which was immediately interrupted by the marvelous experience of having her already aching pussy roughly rubbed again by the huge rod, and opening her mouth to speak without being able to make a sound.
She tried to raise her hips to avoid this torture, but I couldn’t let her get away with it, my left hand pressed down firmly on her tailbone so that she couldn’t get up, while my right hand reached into her ass crack to massage and shallowly penetrate her asshole from time to time. This made her frown, as if she was suffering great pain, while the hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth seemed to say that she was actually enjoying it very much.
I saw the veins rippling in her hands as she gripped the sheets, and her legs involuntarily copied under mine, clamping me down desperately. I could feel the tender flesh inside her vagina begin to throb erratically once again, and her upper body gave off a surprising amount of strength, slowly arching even as I held it down.
Her locked brow grew tighter and tighter, the veins in her hands driving the muscles of her body to ripple and protrude, and with each breath she was enduring some great pain or pleasure, as if trying to add as much air as she could to her already overflowing lungs while attempting to give herself a release from the pressure by trying to hold her breath without success.
By this time, my left hand could no longer hold her down, so I reached into the gap caused by her arched body, and accurately found her already very swollen clitoris, slightly roughly clamped and rubbed. This instantly pierced her last line of defense, and she began to shake violently like a pendulum, her mouth wide open but unable to make any sound, and even her breathing seemed to stop after a very rapid intake of breath.
I continued to stimulate my clit and asshole with both hands, while thrusting my cock, which was also swollen to the brink of eruption again, nonchalantly and viciously into her cunt, which was once again tightening up and spasming, rubbing frantically against her cunt, which was trying its best to hold onto my cock. It was driving her completely over the edge.
Several seconds later, I felt the confinement on my cock loosen at once, while she finally screamed out in a piercing scream at a very high pitch, almost instantly expelling the gas from her lungs, and then her reddened keto body slapped heavily against mine, panting violently in low, deep breaths, with a teasing sound coming from her throat.
I was so close to ejaculating, so I was ready to continue the action. After realizing what I was trying to do, she summoned up all her strength to cover my face with her hands in one go, gasping for breath and saying.
“Don’t …… stop by ……”
This time I could feel that she was truly beyond the point of being whipped, and her beautiful face with the afterglow of her orgasm gave off an extremely seductive glow that made me not want to destroy her again, but instead I was filled with happiness and gratitude for the moment that had finally come after so many years. I gently stroked her soaked hair and pushed it behind her ear, cupped her sweet face in my hands, so tired and satisfied that she didn’t want to open her eyes, and planted a kiss where the dimple had been.
It opened her eyes, and what a pair of eyes they were! We looked into each other’s eyes and saw the fullness of infatuation, deep gratitude, & overwhelming love deep in each other’s eyes. I raised my head and gave her a peck on the mouth, then let her continue to rest her head on my chest, caressing her with my hand. Resting like this for a while, I forgot that my doppelganger was still standing up inside her until she moved slightly tugging at the muscles inside her vagina.
Her head stood on end for a moment, her fawn-like eyes staring nervously at me. Totally understanding her nervousness, I smiled and shook my head, gently patting her little arse to show that I was fine. She climbed off of me then told me to stand up.
I stood up from the bed while she sat on her knees. Our height just put her at a perfect angle to take my cock in her mouth. She looked up at me with a fond glance, while I watched in mild surprise as she opened her little mouth without hesitation and began to gulp. My already somewhat flaccid cock immediately stood up and reached a very swollen point as a result of the excitement.
My length made it impossible for her to swallow it all, so she worked the base of my prick up and down with one hand, holding my ass with the other, while her mouth sucked and teased the lower end of my extremely sensitive exit with her tongue. I could feel a heavy, surging torrent rushing toward my lower body. I tried to warn her.
“Alison …… I want ……”
As if she didn’t hear me, she regardless lashed and sucked harder on my glans at an even faster pace, as if she wanted to suck all my cum out of it. In a few moments, I shot a huge white torrent into her mouth, filling her entire mouth and throat with white cream while she swallowed all the cum.
But that wasn’t all. As soon as she yanked me to my knees before my rod became weak, she began to lick and fondle my nipples with her mouth while her hands worked my rod quickly. Then she used both hands to start working on both of my nipples and lowered her head to take my rod in her mouth again and I could feel another orgasm coming.
I grabbed her and laid her back down and put my hands on her extremely sexy breasts hanging in the air and kneaded them while she sucked on them faster and harder like she was trying to suck on a giant ice cream in a matter of seconds. I felt a shudder hit me and more cum spurted out, this time she didn’t catch all of it and was sprayed all over her face with the rest. We both went limp and lay there in silence, her still on top of me while my arms wrapped around her.
The rain outside the house was getting lighter, and the only thing that could be heard was the heavy breathing of the two of us.
“So …… I guess we’re not friends anymore.” She said mischievously.
“We’ve been more than just friends for a long time,” I told her, “and I think that somehow, deep down, we both know that very well. Like I said before, you’ve made me whole in a way that has never been unrivaled before.”
Hearing this, she gave me a kiss before resting her head back on my body and hugging me. I wrapped her still damp hair that hung in her face behind her ear while patting her arm gently one by one.
“I love you, Alison ……” I tell her.
She blushed a little, probed and kissed me on the cheek, then said, “I love you too, Kevin. always have.”
I gently guided her under the chin and kissed her passionately. We slept in each other’s arms all night that day. Since then, Alison and I have been dating and life has never been better.
I’ve always believed that Alison was so special and knew that no matter what happened, she would have a big place in my life. Two years after graduating from college, we got married, and after that the story was basically like a fairy tale: prince and princess lived happily ever after.
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