KillerMuffin
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L_A_M is new to us this past week and he brings us an interesting story for our consideration. Let's give him some help!
From the Author
The story I am including was written about an actual event, the day after it happened. It feels a little repetitive and constipated to me, so I was wondering what readers not involved in the situation would think of the story.
I don't even know if it's something that people would actually want to read, since no sex takes place.
I guess I'm just wondering if it's worth considering for submission, and if so, what should be done to it before it's submitted?
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"Dang, it won't fit," I said, referring to the outlet, and spinning my power cord.
"Why not?" Dave looked at me quizzically. "Oh, I see," he nodded at the three pronged power cord, looking down the hall to see if any of the other outlets were three pronged.
"Don't worry about it, it's got about 3 hours of battery life, and I'll plug it in later," We both pulled up stools at one of the desks, and I flipped open my computer. I didn't really have anything to do on my computer; it was just something to do while we waited. Dave and I had gone out for lunch since I was only home from college for a week. He was dropping me off at the library because I was supposed to meet a friend to hang out. She was just a friend, and though I wanted more to happen, I didn't think anything ever would. She was my ex-girlfriend's best friend, and I wasn't well liked by my ex. I had left her for another girl when I went to college, one of the stupider things I have ever done. I'm not the best when it comes to relationships, but I try, and I think – or hope – that my heart is in the right place.
We'd only been waiting for Asha for about five minutes, but I was already wondering if she would show. In all the time I had known her, which, admittedly, wasn't all that long, I had never known Asha to be late. She just didn't seem like the type. We had been talking for a couple days about doing something, ever since I had gotten home from college, but when we finally made plans to meet, we made them at 10:30 at night. It may not seem that late, but Asha isn't very coherent late at night, and her usual bedtime is 10:00. So I was sitting there talking to Dave, screwing around on my computer, hoping Asha had remembered – and that she hadn't suddenly decided I wasn't worth her time.
But I didn't have to wait too long. As I was just starting up AIM (this is usually the first thing I do when I pop open my computer) I saw Asha walking up the sidewalk towards the library. At first she looked a little weird. Her hair was quite a bit different than the last time I had seen her. I wasn't sure if I liked the new hair-do, but when she stepped through the door and smiled at me, I had to stop myself from staring. She was just as beautiful as I had remembered. And I was just in love as I had always been.
I said, "Hey," quickly turning back to my computer so that she couldn't see my face. I needed at least a second to collect my thoughts, remind myself that she was nothing but a friend, and her best friend hated my guts. I quit the programs I was running and closed my computer.
"So someone else is joining us," Asha said matter-of-factly. Great, so now I knew she had meant it to be nothing but a friendly meeting. Oh well, I could still enjoy her company. And at least I could make her feel a little guilty – hopefully.
"Oh great, I meant that much to you, huh?"
"Well that's what you get for calling me after 10:00." Oh snap, she was quick. I didn't know what to say without sounding whiney, so I said nothing at all as I grabbed my bag and slipped my computer in.
"So now that your company has arrived, I'm gonna take off," Dave slipped in.
"Ok, thanks for lunch, I'll catch you later," I slapped him five, and he walked out. "So who's coming?"
"Remember Hannah?" I guess she saw the confused look on my face, "The one from that party."
"Oh yeah, I remember her." I didn't really know what else to say. I was trying to keep my disappointment from showing. "So what are we going to be doing?"
"I don't know, it's up to you. Hannah should be here soon. She shouldn't be too hard to spot, what with the pink hair and all."
"Ok, we'll wait for her to get here, and see what she wants to do," No sooner had I spoken than Hannah came walking up the path, "There she is now," Asha and I sort of stood and stared at each other, waiting for Hannah to come inside and break the tension.
She did just this, and without a greeting or anything, promptly asked "Hey, do you have any change?" I didn't respond, being a broke college student and all, but Asha took a handful of quarters out of her pocket and handed them to Hannah.
"Yeah, I've got this. For the meter?"
"Um, yeah, I've got to walk back down there and around the building–"
"Why don't you just go out that way?" I smirked, pointing vaguely towards the side exit behind us. She replied something that I didn't catch, as I was trying not to stare at Asha again. I tried to quickly stop gawking, covering myself by spouting some useless drivel that I hoped was funny. She smiled, but it was probably just to humor me. I was pretty uncomfortable, not knowing what to do as we stood around nervously. We had had a pretty tumultuous relationship over the years. I had a crush on her when I had first started dating Alicia, Asha's best friend, but Asha had been occupied, and things had started with Alicia. After Alicia and I broke up, a pretty bad breakup if I haven't mentioned it yet, Asha and I started talking. She felt like she was betraying her best friend, who completely hated my guts. But we had talked, nonetheless, and had enjoyed each other's company, even if it was only online.
So we hadn't actually seen each other in the flesh since the summer time, a few months ago. And we hadn't really gotten a chance to talk in person for about a year. I knew what I wanted to happen between us, but I was pretty sure it wouldn't happen, and I had no idea what she wanted. She broke the silence by mentioning something about her CD drive on her computer being on the fritz, and I made what I hoped was a cute comment. We were both really big computer nerds, and we both had our laptops with us. Not knowing what else to do, we had decided on bringing our computers. She wanted to see if she could beat me at some games she had, since she had never been able to beat her ex.
"Here's your change," Hannah declared. I was surprised as she walked up behind us, breaking the awkward silence. I didn't want her to be there in the first place, but if she had to come, she had come at a good time.
"Well, what do you want to do?" I asked, turning to face Hannah.
"I don't make decisions," She replied smoothly, with a slightly embarrassed quirk in her lips, making little dimples on her cheeks. I had just gotten out of a relationship, so I was pretty much noticing every woman between 14 and 40, but when I took a sec to think about what I was doing, all I really wanted was Asha.
"Oh, you neither?" I smiled at Asha, joking a little about the fact that she hadn't really made a decision since I met her. "So what's the scoop then?"
"We could just wander around." Asha said, with a shrug. That was the best she could come up with.
"Well, there's not much to do around here," I sighed, waving my hand towards the window, at the small college town.
"Wandering sounds good to me," Hannah said with that cute dimpled smile. I grabbed my computer case and slung it around my shoulder, picking up my book and my power cable. We started wandering slowly towards the exit, Hannah and Asha chatting about who knows what; I wasn't really listening. I was staring at Asha's hand, really wanting to take it in mine, but thinking she'd probably slap me – or Hannah would.
We made our way out of the library and continued to wander down the path. Asha and Hannah were talking about, of all things, shoes. I wasn't really interested in what they were talking about, but I wanted to at least pretend to care so that I wouldn't get left behind – in the conversation, or literally. My mind kept rolling over the fact that Asha didn't want anything to happen between us, but I was still going to spend the afternoon flirting a little, enjoying her company.
We ended up wandering to the corner of the sidewalk, talking about nothing in particular, not really sure where we were going. When we got there, we stopped and stared at each other.
"Well, which way?"
"I don't know, it's up to you."
"Nah, you decide." We bantered back and forth like this for a little while. I laid out the options, giving about four different ways we could go. Asha seemed to have it in her mind to drunkenly continue to walk straight forward, right into the road, but we laughingly convinced her not to.
"Ok, let's go this way," Hannah finally decided.
"One way's as good as another," I quirked as we began to walk. We talked about some pretty random stuff, everything from the useless fence that had been donated by some 1800's class, and repaired in 19-something and then again in the 40s, all the way to an analysis of ice cream flavors and the importance of sprinkles. Struck with another big decision, we neared the intersection and the end of this particular sidewalk. My back was starting to hurt from the pressure my computer was exerting, and I said as much, cutely bumping my shoulder into Asha's, relishing in the contact. Not wanting to argue some more; no one wanting to make the decision, I simply said, "I'll be sitting on the grass here, you can join me if you want to."
"Ok, sounds good," Asha replied quietly as she followed, Hannah close in tow. I sat down on the grass and tossed my computer next to me. Asha and Hannah sat down, and it quickly turned into another one of those awkward moments. I stared at Asha, Asha stared at me, Hannah looked back and forth. After sitting there for a few minutes, I pulled Asha's bag over and took out her computer, joking about whatever sensitive materials she had in her bag, knowing how girls loved to throw all kinds of stuff in their purses. But luckily this wasn't a purse, and Asha didn't have much in it.
I sat around for a while on her computer, obeying her stern warnings not to be looking at any private files. Finding some stuff I needed, I popped out my computer, and we copied some files back and forth. You know, basic teenage wasting-of-time. After a while Hannah said something about being really bored, and Asha apologized. Not wanting to be uncomfortable, I just sat and dicked around on my computer, saying nothing. A little while later, I wasn't paying much attention, Hannah's sister came over with some ice cream from a local coffee shop. Pretty soon all three of the girls had decided to go get more ice cream, and they left me with the computers. I had to make sure nothing happened to our machines, so, much as I wanted to, I couldn't go along.
They came back ten minutes later or so, and I was playing a game I had just copied from Asha's computer. She laughed at me, asking if I was just going to sit around and play the game, not pay any attention to her. I quickly realized what I was doing and quit the game, giving us another chance to stare at each other for a while. They all finished their ice cream, and Hannah and her sister decided to go. I was ecstatic, hoping maybe now something could happen between Asha and me, knowing really that nothing would.
"Hey, it was fun. See you later," I input, wanting to say at least something so they didn't think I was completely ignoring them. Asha and Hannah and Hannah's little sister exchanged goodbyes, I packed up the two computers, and Asha and I started walking. Once again it was pretty aimless, but now it was just Asha and me. I found myself staring at her hand again, really wanting to take hold of it, but also not wanting to scare her away. We meandered across the green, and eventually ended up at the other side, sitting on a bench.
The next half hour pretty much consisted of a whole lot of awkward flirting, me wanting Asha and she purposefully – at least I'm pretty sure it was purposeful – not showing whether she wanted me or not, but steadily rejecting my advances. She threatened to go to sleep, and I said that'd be fine, I'd just have to wake her up, smiling as I said it. Asha is just about the most ticklish person in the world, so when we got really bored and began staring at each other, I tickled her relentlessly. This resulted in her punching me repeatedly, and I took the opportunity to sulk on the grass, hoping she would come over to console me. It didn't work, but she did apologize, and we sat there staring at each other for a while.
We were doing absolutely nothing. I was pretty sure she was completely bored, but I loved just being with her. There was nowhere I would rather be in the world then there on the green with her. Ok, that's a lie, I'd rather be cuddling her in a chair, or lying next to her in bed, but it was just the fact that we were together. It made me happier than I had been in a long, long time.
But at the same time it made me unbearably sad. I knew that she was fiercely loyal to Alicia, and there was no way in hell that anything would happen between us. And that killed me. But I pushed that out of my mind, and let myself pretend I was flirting with someone who really wanted me. I told myself she was flirting back, and smiled a little at the thought.
It was this very idea – the face that she was fiercely loyal to her best friend – that made us decide to leave the green. There was just too great a chance for Alicia to drive by and see Asha sitting around with me. That wouldn't be good. So we grabbed our stuff again and started walking. It began aimlessly once again, but we ended up walking back towards the library.
"We've already been here," Asha stated the obvious.
"So," I said with a shrug. "Not much else to do around here."
"Ok, so what are we going to do once we get in there?" She fired back.
"Oh, I'm not sure, we'll figure it out when we get there," which didn't take too long. As we walked into the hall, she took a right, and I took a left. "I'm going this way," I threw out, wondering what she'd put up with.
"Ok, where are we going?" She answered smoothly.
"I'm not sure, but we haven't been this way yet. I figure we'll just wander through here."
"Wander to where?" she inquired whimsically. At this point we were walking through a lounge area just before getting into the library proper.
"Oh, I'm not sure. Wherever this leads? Out the other exit?" I giggled, continuing into the library.
"You know the library's a very romantic place," I mentioned, half-sarcastically. It was a stab in the dark, probing, trying to get something out of her. I'm not exactly sure what.
"Hey, don't knock it."
"I'm not. I was just saying." We continued to wander into the library. Asha looked at some statues that I thought were pretty pointless. They were just big stacks of bronze. As I looked at them a little more, I guess they weren't too bad, but they still seemed a little bit useless. Not that all art isn't useless. But I guess that's debatable, and it was an excuse to take a second from our wandering.
"So where are we going?" I'm not sure who asked it. It doesn't really matter, neither of us wanted to make any decisions, so we just sort of kept walking. "Well, we could plug in our computers here, use the fast connection to download random games," I joked.
"What makes you think I would want to do that?" she quickly snapped back.
"Hey, hey, I was just saying. That's what I usually do around here. Just trying to throw out some suggestions. Trying to be helpful." I looked over at her and smiled cutely.
"Do you think we can get into that room?" She pointed to a little hallway with two armchairs facing each other.
"Um, Asha, that's a hallway,"
"Yeah, I think you're right." She said, slightly embarrassed. "Yeah, so I guess we can just sit here for a while."
"Sounds good." We put our stuff next to the chairs and sat down. I won't really go into what we said; it was kind of boring. Well, it wasn't boring for us, I guess, but it was personal stuff, about how the guy she liked didn't like her, and the girl I liked, who was sitting right across from me, was my ex-girlfriend's best friend. I continued to flirt, half-jokingly, half-seriously. She kept asking the time because she didn't have a watch, and my mother had just given me one. She was supposed to call her father at 5:30, which left us only about an hour longer.
Our talk got a little depressive at one point, and I comforted her, giving her a hug. She stared at the wall a little, and then mentioned how tired she was, joking about going to sleep.
"That's fine, I'll just have to wake you up," I continued the joke from earlier on the green, hoping she really would let me ‘wake her up.'
"How are you going to wake me up?" She asked sweetly.
"Well, you'll just have to fall asleep and find out," I smiled mischievously.
"I don't know if I want to let you wake me up unless I know how it's going to happen." She disclosed.
"Oh, I can't tell you, that'd take away all the fun. I'll just have to show you. So if you want to take the chance, we'll see what happens," I really, really hoped she would want me to wake her up, even though I had no idea whether I would go through with it or not. She curled up in her chair, resting her head on the back of the chair, closing her eyes. "Is that an offer?" I'm not very subtle.
"I don't know, but I think I really might fall asleep," As she talked, she opened her eyes, and my heart jumped. I loved staring into her eyes, but for the first time since we had met for the day, I hoped she would keep them closed. I wouldn't be able to ‘wake her up' if she never at least pretended to sleep.
I tried not to stare at her too much, knowing that she found that disconcerting. For a couple of minutes she just lay there with her eyes closed, and I tried to work up my courage. I figured if she was at least pretending to be asleep, then she wanted to find out what I would do to wake her up. I had absolutely no idea what was going to happen, and as I stood up, I had the sinking feeling that she was going to slap me. It was pretty much too late to turn back, and I didn't really want to anyway. I stood above her and leaned down, kissing her softly on the lips, hoping that she wouldn't bite me.
I was so happy when she opened her mouth and her tongue slipped between my lips. She lightly bit my lip, and I was amazed at how great a kisser she was. After a few more seconds of kissing, we pulled away. "This is a pretty upside down kiss," she giggled.
"Is that a problem?" I smiled, at that moment content with my entire life.
"Not at all," she smiled back. I leaned back down and kissed her again, this time not upside down, before sitting back into my chair. She got a worried look on her face, and this is when I knew it was going to come. At least she had kissed me before telling me she'd never talk to me again. She sat forward in her chair, "I can't offer you a relationship. I can't even offer you an online relationship. I just think I'll hurt you too much." She wasn't saying no. She was just confused.
"Shh, it's ok. Don't worry about that. I know. I don't care." But I really did care. I cared so much. I wanted her to be a part of my life forever. But if I couldn't have her forever, at least I could have her for the next twenty minutes.
"I'm just being logical. I don't want to hurt you." She spoke with a sad undertone.
"Don't be logical. There's a time for logic, but sometimes you've just gotta leave it behind."
"Why?"
"Because if I was being logical, I wouldn't do this." I leaned forward and took her face in my hands, kissing her softly on the lips. I wasn't prepared for the hunger I found. She grabbed my bottom lip in hers teeth, and bit down softly. Our tongues curled around in each other's mouths, and my hands moved around her face and her neck. I ran my fingers through her hair and kissed her with just as much hunger as she was showing. If it were up to me I would have kissed her forever, but eventually we pulled away.
"How long have you been thinking up that line?" She giggled, her face right next to mine, our noses touching. I breathed in deeply, relishing in the closeness, the smells, the sight, the sounds. Nothing else mattered but her.
"Actually, I haven't been thinking of it at all. I just came up with it." That was the truth, but I don't think she believed it. I tried not to think about what she had said, about her not being able to offer me a relationship. I had kissed her impulsively, and I just wanted to continue the impulsiveness. I didn't want to think about the consequences, and I hoped she didn't think about them either.
"There are lots of people staring at us," she looked around at the library. Glass windows surrounded us, and she was right about everyone being able to see us. But I didn't really care. I wanted her as much as I had ever wanted anything. I told her as much, and leaned forward, caressing her face and kissing her. She pushed me away softly and said, "Well, I do care."
"Ok, so let's go somewhere else." I suggested softly. It took a little convincing, but eventually she asked where we were going. I said I didn't know, but it really didn't matter. We ended up getting on the elevator and going up to the top floor of the library. I figured we could find a study room or something, not too many people hung out on the top floor.
Once the elevator door closed I turned around and put my arms around her waist, pulling her close. I kissed her softly, and she kissed back. This time there wasn't as much hunger, but it was amazingly sweet. That little voice in the back of my head that kept telling me this wouldn't last was quickly being drowned out. I slid my hands along her back, up to the clasp of her bra. "Do you want me to stop," I whispered in her ear.
"No, don't stop," she whispered back softly. "But what are we going to do when we get there?"
"Jeez, we'll stop before the door opens," I smiled.
"Oh, that's no fun." She smiled back, that amazingly radiant smile that melted my heart.
"Well, I could just…" I leaned forward and she moved in to kiss me, but I moved slightly sideways, kissing her softly on the cheek; kissing down to her neck. I bit her neck softly before continuing down to her shoulder. I held her warmly around the waist as I nibbled softly on her skin. All too soon we reached the fourth floor and I had to pull away. I took her hand softly in mine as we walked out of the elevator, my hand gently rubbing and caressing hers.
We walked past a guy using the computer terminal, and continued on towards the stacks. There was another student in one of the study carols, so I lead her back into the stacks some more. We came to the end and I turned around and surprised her with a kiss. The passion I felt was astounding. She continued to bite my lip softly, and I ran my hands along her back. I stepped away just a little and slid the computer off her shoulder. She put her bag on the floor, and I did the same.
Once we were unhindered, I quickly moved back into her grasp and kissed her hard. My hands continued to explore her back, and I once again ran into her bra strap. I kissed her cheek softly and whispered into her ear, asking if she wanted me to stop. When she responded that she didn't, I let my hands move forward. I slid them ever so slowly around to her front, cupping her breasts softly. It was the most exquisite thing I had ever felt. I almost couldn't handle the way I was feeling, it was like my heart was bursting and melting at the same time.
I continued to stare into her eyes as I softly played with her nipples. She kissed my nose, and it was the cutest thing anyone had ever done. I moved my hands slowly down to her side, caressing her stomach. Leaning in, I kissed her again softly, but she didn't seem to want softness. She continued to bite my lip and run her hands over me. I couldn't get enough of her as I kept kissing her, my mouth completely encompassing hers. I didn't stop, softly biting her lip, letting her do the same. I had never kissed anyone like this before. It was so amazing. The fact that it was forbidden made it that much better. I just wanted this to last forever.
Unfortunately, just as I was leaning in to kiss her again, I heard the guy from the study carol getting up and walking over. I quickly sat down and began to look at the books. I had been too absorbed in Asha to notice where we were, but it was pretty funny to note that we were in the government section. We were surrounded by the journals of the British Parliament. I watched our interrupter walk over to the window, but after looking out the window, he went back to his seat.
This allowed me to focus my attention once again on Asha, who was now sitting on the floor with me. Moving forward a little to be closer to her, I took her into my arms and continued to kiss her. She giggled a little and kissed me back. It felt like I was floating, and I never wanted to come back down. It was almost painful how much I cared about her.
Trying to find a better position, I pushed myself away, leaning up against the bookshelf, and pulled her to me. She was facing away, and I took her in my arms and held her close. I kissed her softly on the neck and began to breath into her ear, occasionally biting on it, eliciting a few moans.
I reached around slowly and cupped her breasts lovingly. I moved my hands down to her stomach and caressed it, tickling her a little. Slowly moving my hands upwards, I continued to caress her breasts, now beneath her shit. I was shaking as I slowly moved her bra and lightly pinched her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I leaned forward and whispered softly into her ear, asking her if she wanted me to stop. I kept asking because I didn't want her to regret anything that happened between us. She moaned softly and pushed back into me, so I assumed it was okay for me to continue. My legs were lying next to hers, and she began to rub them.
"So you're not ticklish at all, huh?" She asked, as she ran her nails along my leg.
"I don't know, you'll just have to find out," I lightly tickled her stomach.
"Hey, you know I don't like that!" She squirmed under my touch.
"Ok, ok. Well, there is one place I know that I'm ticklish," I said slyly.
"Where's that?" She asked shyly.
"Well, I can't tell you, but I could show you. Do you want me to show you?" My breathing almost stopped as I wondered if I would really go through with what I was contemplating.
"I don't make decisions, remember?" Her voice was almost inaudible. That I could cause her so much pleasure made me happier than anything.
"So should I take your lack of response as a yes?" It was weird logic, but it worked, and she didn't seem to be complaining.
"I don't know; if you want." I slid my hand slowly under her belt, down her pants, and began to gently run my nails right along the edge of her pubic hair. With a sharp intake of breath, she melted in my hands.
"Right here. Tickle a little?"
"Not tickle…" she said softly. I took that to mean she wanted me to continue, and as I moved my hand slowly towards her wetness, her quiet moan told me that I was correct. I began to softly rub her clit, kissing her neck, biting softly. As she quivered against me, I sped up the motion, working furiously back and forth. She slid slightly forward on the floor, resting more fully onto me. I continued to work my magic, and didn't want this moment to ever end.
I bit her ear softly, whispered, "Asha?"
"Yes?"
"I think I love you, Asha." There. I said it.
"You're thinking?"
"Yeah, I'm thinking"
"I can't think right now." And that was ok with me. She didn't need to think, just enjoy herself for what short time we had together.
But she had to call her father at 5:30 or he'd get worried. And it was just about 5:30 now. I leaned back down and stuck my tongue in her ear. "What are you doing?" She asked, as I giggled back and pulled my hand out of her pants. I told her the time, and she tried to get up, but I wouldn't let her.
"Just stay with me forever," I pleaded, knowing it would never happen. I knew that now she would leave, and I might never see her again. She'd feel too guilty about what was happening, and never talk to me again. I tickled her side a little, extending our time just a few more minutes. "I can't go through all this and not see Asha's bra, now can I?" I giggled softly, lifting her shirt up over her breasts. "Oh look, it's black. And so are these," I pulled her pants away from her waist a little so that I could see her black panties.
"Of course, I always wear matching bra and panties."
"Cute. Well now whenever I think about this, I can picture your bra." I smiled, kissing her head, and finally letting her up. I stood up and we gathered our things. "Don't go. Just stay here forever."
"Don't do this. We both knew that nothing more could happen."
"I know, I know. I just wish." I kissed her once more. I didn't want to let her go, but I knew I had to. She told me she had to go outside to get cell reception, and she quickly slipped out of my grasp. "Hey, come back here," I smiled, knowing she wouldn't really leave without me. I was right; I found her in the next row. I put my arm around her, pulling her close, just for a second.
We walked down the aisles, Asha leading the way. She walked slowly, looking at the books, I guess pretending that we were just there to read the government manifestos, as if I cared what the anonymous student in the study carols though. I had just made out with the girl I had been in love with for months. I couldn't contain my happiness, and couldn't fight off the sorrow at knowing she was leaving. Probably for good.
We went back to the elevator and waited for it to come up. I played with her fingers, trying to be as intimate as possible in the last minutes that I knew we would be able to spend together. We stepped into the elevator, and I put my hands to her waist, pushing her back to the wall, kissing her passionately. I knew that was the last kiss I would get. We were going back to the world. It had to end here. "So now I've seen Asha's bra. Next time I'll get to see what's under the bra," I joked.
"Next time, huh?" She teased, stepping around me to exit the elevator. I followed closely, not letting her get away that easily.
"Of course next time," I poked her side, "You know you can't give me up that easily."
"I'll have a boyfriend before then," She spoke, grinning evilly.
"No you won't," I smiled sadly, knowing that what she said was true.
"How can you be so sure?" She wondered aloud.
"I'll beat up anyone who wants you," I suggested jokingly. She brought up her ex boyfriend, a guy who was a bit bigger than me, who I was aware that she still loved very much. I laughed, saying I'd get a friend to beat him up for me, and she said that didn't count. I told her I was just joking, and I wouldn't really want anyone to get hurt. He could just move away or something. I was just grasping for straws, knowing that nothing was ever going to happen between us again, but not letting myself believe it. I loved her. I truly did, and I didn't want to let it go.
But I knew it couldn't happen. We went outside, and she called her father. I called my sister, and my father, but couldn't reach anyone. It didn't matter much, I'd just hang out in town. Asha gave me a hug before her father got there, because her father pretty much hated me. When I had broken up with Alicia, she had stayed at Asha's house for a couple days. So pretty much everyone involved hated me, and I'm not sure why Asha didn't. I'm glad she didn't though, because I loved her.
Who knew what would happen now? Her father pulled up in his Porsche, and I left, still keeping the hope that maybe something could happen between the two of us. After all, love conquers all, and I was definitely in love.
From the Author
The story I am including was written about an actual event, the day after it happened. It feels a little repetitive and constipated to me, so I was wondering what readers not involved in the situation would think of the story.
I don't even know if it's something that people would actually want to read, since no sex takes place.
I guess I'm just wondering if it's worth considering for submission, and if so, what should be done to it before it's submitted?
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"Dang, it won't fit," I said, referring to the outlet, and spinning my power cord.
"Why not?" Dave looked at me quizzically. "Oh, I see," he nodded at the three pronged power cord, looking down the hall to see if any of the other outlets were three pronged.
"Don't worry about it, it's got about 3 hours of battery life, and I'll plug it in later," We both pulled up stools at one of the desks, and I flipped open my computer. I didn't really have anything to do on my computer; it was just something to do while we waited. Dave and I had gone out for lunch since I was only home from college for a week. He was dropping me off at the library because I was supposed to meet a friend to hang out. She was just a friend, and though I wanted more to happen, I didn't think anything ever would. She was my ex-girlfriend's best friend, and I wasn't well liked by my ex. I had left her for another girl when I went to college, one of the stupider things I have ever done. I'm not the best when it comes to relationships, but I try, and I think – or hope – that my heart is in the right place.
We'd only been waiting for Asha for about five minutes, but I was already wondering if she would show. In all the time I had known her, which, admittedly, wasn't all that long, I had never known Asha to be late. She just didn't seem like the type. We had been talking for a couple days about doing something, ever since I had gotten home from college, but when we finally made plans to meet, we made them at 10:30 at night. It may not seem that late, but Asha isn't very coherent late at night, and her usual bedtime is 10:00. So I was sitting there talking to Dave, screwing around on my computer, hoping Asha had remembered – and that she hadn't suddenly decided I wasn't worth her time.
But I didn't have to wait too long. As I was just starting up AIM (this is usually the first thing I do when I pop open my computer) I saw Asha walking up the sidewalk towards the library. At first she looked a little weird. Her hair was quite a bit different than the last time I had seen her. I wasn't sure if I liked the new hair-do, but when she stepped through the door and smiled at me, I had to stop myself from staring. She was just as beautiful as I had remembered. And I was just in love as I had always been.
I said, "Hey," quickly turning back to my computer so that she couldn't see my face. I needed at least a second to collect my thoughts, remind myself that she was nothing but a friend, and her best friend hated my guts. I quit the programs I was running and closed my computer.
"So someone else is joining us," Asha said matter-of-factly. Great, so now I knew she had meant it to be nothing but a friendly meeting. Oh well, I could still enjoy her company. And at least I could make her feel a little guilty – hopefully.
"Oh great, I meant that much to you, huh?"
"Well that's what you get for calling me after 10:00." Oh snap, she was quick. I didn't know what to say without sounding whiney, so I said nothing at all as I grabbed my bag and slipped my computer in.
"So now that your company has arrived, I'm gonna take off," Dave slipped in.
"Ok, thanks for lunch, I'll catch you later," I slapped him five, and he walked out. "So who's coming?"
"Remember Hannah?" I guess she saw the confused look on my face, "The one from that party."
"Oh yeah, I remember her." I didn't really know what else to say. I was trying to keep my disappointment from showing. "So what are we going to be doing?"
"I don't know, it's up to you. Hannah should be here soon. She shouldn't be too hard to spot, what with the pink hair and all."
"Ok, we'll wait for her to get here, and see what she wants to do," No sooner had I spoken than Hannah came walking up the path, "There she is now," Asha and I sort of stood and stared at each other, waiting for Hannah to come inside and break the tension.
She did just this, and without a greeting or anything, promptly asked "Hey, do you have any change?" I didn't respond, being a broke college student and all, but Asha took a handful of quarters out of her pocket and handed them to Hannah.
"Yeah, I've got this. For the meter?"
"Um, yeah, I've got to walk back down there and around the building–"
"Why don't you just go out that way?" I smirked, pointing vaguely towards the side exit behind us. She replied something that I didn't catch, as I was trying not to stare at Asha again. I tried to quickly stop gawking, covering myself by spouting some useless drivel that I hoped was funny. She smiled, but it was probably just to humor me. I was pretty uncomfortable, not knowing what to do as we stood around nervously. We had had a pretty tumultuous relationship over the years. I had a crush on her when I had first started dating Alicia, Asha's best friend, but Asha had been occupied, and things had started with Alicia. After Alicia and I broke up, a pretty bad breakup if I haven't mentioned it yet, Asha and I started talking. She felt like she was betraying her best friend, who completely hated my guts. But we had talked, nonetheless, and had enjoyed each other's company, even if it was only online.
So we hadn't actually seen each other in the flesh since the summer time, a few months ago. And we hadn't really gotten a chance to talk in person for about a year. I knew what I wanted to happen between us, but I was pretty sure it wouldn't happen, and I had no idea what she wanted. She broke the silence by mentioning something about her CD drive on her computer being on the fritz, and I made what I hoped was a cute comment. We were both really big computer nerds, and we both had our laptops with us. Not knowing what else to do, we had decided on bringing our computers. She wanted to see if she could beat me at some games she had, since she had never been able to beat her ex.
"Here's your change," Hannah declared. I was surprised as she walked up behind us, breaking the awkward silence. I didn't want her to be there in the first place, but if she had to come, she had come at a good time.
"Well, what do you want to do?" I asked, turning to face Hannah.
"I don't make decisions," She replied smoothly, with a slightly embarrassed quirk in her lips, making little dimples on her cheeks. I had just gotten out of a relationship, so I was pretty much noticing every woman between 14 and 40, but when I took a sec to think about what I was doing, all I really wanted was Asha.
"Oh, you neither?" I smiled at Asha, joking a little about the fact that she hadn't really made a decision since I met her. "So what's the scoop then?"
"We could just wander around." Asha said, with a shrug. That was the best she could come up with.
"Well, there's not much to do around here," I sighed, waving my hand towards the window, at the small college town.
"Wandering sounds good to me," Hannah said with that cute dimpled smile. I grabbed my computer case and slung it around my shoulder, picking up my book and my power cable. We started wandering slowly towards the exit, Hannah and Asha chatting about who knows what; I wasn't really listening. I was staring at Asha's hand, really wanting to take it in mine, but thinking she'd probably slap me – or Hannah would.
We made our way out of the library and continued to wander down the path. Asha and Hannah were talking about, of all things, shoes. I wasn't really interested in what they were talking about, but I wanted to at least pretend to care so that I wouldn't get left behind – in the conversation, or literally. My mind kept rolling over the fact that Asha didn't want anything to happen between us, but I was still going to spend the afternoon flirting a little, enjoying her company.
We ended up wandering to the corner of the sidewalk, talking about nothing in particular, not really sure where we were going. When we got there, we stopped and stared at each other.
"Well, which way?"
"I don't know, it's up to you."
"Nah, you decide." We bantered back and forth like this for a little while. I laid out the options, giving about four different ways we could go. Asha seemed to have it in her mind to drunkenly continue to walk straight forward, right into the road, but we laughingly convinced her not to.
"Ok, let's go this way," Hannah finally decided.
"One way's as good as another," I quirked as we began to walk. We talked about some pretty random stuff, everything from the useless fence that had been donated by some 1800's class, and repaired in 19-something and then again in the 40s, all the way to an analysis of ice cream flavors and the importance of sprinkles. Struck with another big decision, we neared the intersection and the end of this particular sidewalk. My back was starting to hurt from the pressure my computer was exerting, and I said as much, cutely bumping my shoulder into Asha's, relishing in the contact. Not wanting to argue some more; no one wanting to make the decision, I simply said, "I'll be sitting on the grass here, you can join me if you want to."
"Ok, sounds good," Asha replied quietly as she followed, Hannah close in tow. I sat down on the grass and tossed my computer next to me. Asha and Hannah sat down, and it quickly turned into another one of those awkward moments. I stared at Asha, Asha stared at me, Hannah looked back and forth. After sitting there for a few minutes, I pulled Asha's bag over and took out her computer, joking about whatever sensitive materials she had in her bag, knowing how girls loved to throw all kinds of stuff in their purses. But luckily this wasn't a purse, and Asha didn't have much in it.
I sat around for a while on her computer, obeying her stern warnings not to be looking at any private files. Finding some stuff I needed, I popped out my computer, and we copied some files back and forth. You know, basic teenage wasting-of-time. After a while Hannah said something about being really bored, and Asha apologized. Not wanting to be uncomfortable, I just sat and dicked around on my computer, saying nothing. A little while later, I wasn't paying much attention, Hannah's sister came over with some ice cream from a local coffee shop. Pretty soon all three of the girls had decided to go get more ice cream, and they left me with the computers. I had to make sure nothing happened to our machines, so, much as I wanted to, I couldn't go along.
They came back ten minutes later or so, and I was playing a game I had just copied from Asha's computer. She laughed at me, asking if I was just going to sit around and play the game, not pay any attention to her. I quickly realized what I was doing and quit the game, giving us another chance to stare at each other for a while. They all finished their ice cream, and Hannah and her sister decided to go. I was ecstatic, hoping maybe now something could happen between Asha and me, knowing really that nothing would.
"Hey, it was fun. See you later," I input, wanting to say at least something so they didn't think I was completely ignoring them. Asha and Hannah and Hannah's little sister exchanged goodbyes, I packed up the two computers, and Asha and I started walking. Once again it was pretty aimless, but now it was just Asha and me. I found myself staring at her hand again, really wanting to take hold of it, but also not wanting to scare her away. We meandered across the green, and eventually ended up at the other side, sitting on a bench.
The next half hour pretty much consisted of a whole lot of awkward flirting, me wanting Asha and she purposefully – at least I'm pretty sure it was purposeful – not showing whether she wanted me or not, but steadily rejecting my advances. She threatened to go to sleep, and I said that'd be fine, I'd just have to wake her up, smiling as I said it. Asha is just about the most ticklish person in the world, so when we got really bored and began staring at each other, I tickled her relentlessly. This resulted in her punching me repeatedly, and I took the opportunity to sulk on the grass, hoping she would come over to console me. It didn't work, but she did apologize, and we sat there staring at each other for a while.
We were doing absolutely nothing. I was pretty sure she was completely bored, but I loved just being with her. There was nowhere I would rather be in the world then there on the green with her. Ok, that's a lie, I'd rather be cuddling her in a chair, or lying next to her in bed, but it was just the fact that we were together. It made me happier than I had been in a long, long time.
But at the same time it made me unbearably sad. I knew that she was fiercely loyal to Alicia, and there was no way in hell that anything would happen between us. And that killed me. But I pushed that out of my mind, and let myself pretend I was flirting with someone who really wanted me. I told myself she was flirting back, and smiled a little at the thought.
It was this very idea – the face that she was fiercely loyal to her best friend – that made us decide to leave the green. There was just too great a chance for Alicia to drive by and see Asha sitting around with me. That wouldn't be good. So we grabbed our stuff again and started walking. It began aimlessly once again, but we ended up walking back towards the library.
"We've already been here," Asha stated the obvious.
"So," I said with a shrug. "Not much else to do around here."
"Ok, so what are we going to do once we get in there?" She fired back.
"Oh, I'm not sure, we'll figure it out when we get there," which didn't take too long. As we walked into the hall, she took a right, and I took a left. "I'm going this way," I threw out, wondering what she'd put up with.
"Ok, where are we going?" She answered smoothly.
"I'm not sure, but we haven't been this way yet. I figure we'll just wander through here."
"Wander to where?" she inquired whimsically. At this point we were walking through a lounge area just before getting into the library proper.
"Oh, I'm not sure. Wherever this leads? Out the other exit?" I giggled, continuing into the library.
"You know the library's a very romantic place," I mentioned, half-sarcastically. It was a stab in the dark, probing, trying to get something out of her. I'm not exactly sure what.
"Hey, don't knock it."
"I'm not. I was just saying." We continued to wander into the library. Asha looked at some statues that I thought were pretty pointless. They were just big stacks of bronze. As I looked at them a little more, I guess they weren't too bad, but they still seemed a little bit useless. Not that all art isn't useless. But I guess that's debatable, and it was an excuse to take a second from our wandering.
"So where are we going?" I'm not sure who asked it. It doesn't really matter, neither of us wanted to make any decisions, so we just sort of kept walking. "Well, we could plug in our computers here, use the fast connection to download random games," I joked.
"What makes you think I would want to do that?" she quickly snapped back.
"Hey, hey, I was just saying. That's what I usually do around here. Just trying to throw out some suggestions. Trying to be helpful." I looked over at her and smiled cutely.
"Do you think we can get into that room?" She pointed to a little hallway with two armchairs facing each other.
"Um, Asha, that's a hallway,"
"Yeah, I think you're right." She said, slightly embarrassed. "Yeah, so I guess we can just sit here for a while."
"Sounds good." We put our stuff next to the chairs and sat down. I won't really go into what we said; it was kind of boring. Well, it wasn't boring for us, I guess, but it was personal stuff, about how the guy she liked didn't like her, and the girl I liked, who was sitting right across from me, was my ex-girlfriend's best friend. I continued to flirt, half-jokingly, half-seriously. She kept asking the time because she didn't have a watch, and my mother had just given me one. She was supposed to call her father at 5:30, which left us only about an hour longer.
Our talk got a little depressive at one point, and I comforted her, giving her a hug. She stared at the wall a little, and then mentioned how tired she was, joking about going to sleep.
"That's fine, I'll just have to wake you up," I continued the joke from earlier on the green, hoping she really would let me ‘wake her up.'
"How are you going to wake me up?" She asked sweetly.
"Well, you'll just have to fall asleep and find out," I smiled mischievously.
"I don't know if I want to let you wake me up unless I know how it's going to happen." She disclosed.
"Oh, I can't tell you, that'd take away all the fun. I'll just have to show you. So if you want to take the chance, we'll see what happens," I really, really hoped she would want me to wake her up, even though I had no idea whether I would go through with it or not. She curled up in her chair, resting her head on the back of the chair, closing her eyes. "Is that an offer?" I'm not very subtle.
"I don't know, but I think I really might fall asleep," As she talked, she opened her eyes, and my heart jumped. I loved staring into her eyes, but for the first time since we had met for the day, I hoped she would keep them closed. I wouldn't be able to ‘wake her up' if she never at least pretended to sleep.
I tried not to stare at her too much, knowing that she found that disconcerting. For a couple of minutes she just lay there with her eyes closed, and I tried to work up my courage. I figured if she was at least pretending to be asleep, then she wanted to find out what I would do to wake her up. I had absolutely no idea what was going to happen, and as I stood up, I had the sinking feeling that she was going to slap me. It was pretty much too late to turn back, and I didn't really want to anyway. I stood above her and leaned down, kissing her softly on the lips, hoping that she wouldn't bite me.
I was so happy when she opened her mouth and her tongue slipped between my lips. She lightly bit my lip, and I was amazed at how great a kisser she was. After a few more seconds of kissing, we pulled away. "This is a pretty upside down kiss," she giggled.
"Is that a problem?" I smiled, at that moment content with my entire life.
"Not at all," she smiled back. I leaned back down and kissed her again, this time not upside down, before sitting back into my chair. She got a worried look on her face, and this is when I knew it was going to come. At least she had kissed me before telling me she'd never talk to me again. She sat forward in her chair, "I can't offer you a relationship. I can't even offer you an online relationship. I just think I'll hurt you too much." She wasn't saying no. She was just confused.
"Shh, it's ok. Don't worry about that. I know. I don't care." But I really did care. I cared so much. I wanted her to be a part of my life forever. But if I couldn't have her forever, at least I could have her for the next twenty minutes.
"I'm just being logical. I don't want to hurt you." She spoke with a sad undertone.
"Don't be logical. There's a time for logic, but sometimes you've just gotta leave it behind."
"Why?"
"Because if I was being logical, I wouldn't do this." I leaned forward and took her face in my hands, kissing her softly on the lips. I wasn't prepared for the hunger I found. She grabbed my bottom lip in hers teeth, and bit down softly. Our tongues curled around in each other's mouths, and my hands moved around her face and her neck. I ran my fingers through her hair and kissed her with just as much hunger as she was showing. If it were up to me I would have kissed her forever, but eventually we pulled away.
"How long have you been thinking up that line?" She giggled, her face right next to mine, our noses touching. I breathed in deeply, relishing in the closeness, the smells, the sight, the sounds. Nothing else mattered but her.
"Actually, I haven't been thinking of it at all. I just came up with it." That was the truth, but I don't think she believed it. I tried not to think about what she had said, about her not being able to offer me a relationship. I had kissed her impulsively, and I just wanted to continue the impulsiveness. I didn't want to think about the consequences, and I hoped she didn't think about them either.
"There are lots of people staring at us," she looked around at the library. Glass windows surrounded us, and she was right about everyone being able to see us. But I didn't really care. I wanted her as much as I had ever wanted anything. I told her as much, and leaned forward, caressing her face and kissing her. She pushed me away softly and said, "Well, I do care."
"Ok, so let's go somewhere else." I suggested softly. It took a little convincing, but eventually she asked where we were going. I said I didn't know, but it really didn't matter. We ended up getting on the elevator and going up to the top floor of the library. I figured we could find a study room or something, not too many people hung out on the top floor.
Once the elevator door closed I turned around and put my arms around her waist, pulling her close. I kissed her softly, and she kissed back. This time there wasn't as much hunger, but it was amazingly sweet. That little voice in the back of my head that kept telling me this wouldn't last was quickly being drowned out. I slid my hands along her back, up to the clasp of her bra. "Do you want me to stop," I whispered in her ear.
"No, don't stop," she whispered back softly. "But what are we going to do when we get there?"
"Jeez, we'll stop before the door opens," I smiled.
"Oh, that's no fun." She smiled back, that amazingly radiant smile that melted my heart.
"Well, I could just…" I leaned forward and she moved in to kiss me, but I moved slightly sideways, kissing her softly on the cheek; kissing down to her neck. I bit her neck softly before continuing down to her shoulder. I held her warmly around the waist as I nibbled softly on her skin. All too soon we reached the fourth floor and I had to pull away. I took her hand softly in mine as we walked out of the elevator, my hand gently rubbing and caressing hers.
We walked past a guy using the computer terminal, and continued on towards the stacks. There was another student in one of the study carols, so I lead her back into the stacks some more. We came to the end and I turned around and surprised her with a kiss. The passion I felt was astounding. She continued to bite my lip softly, and I ran my hands along her back. I stepped away just a little and slid the computer off her shoulder. She put her bag on the floor, and I did the same.
Once we were unhindered, I quickly moved back into her grasp and kissed her hard. My hands continued to explore her back, and I once again ran into her bra strap. I kissed her cheek softly and whispered into her ear, asking if she wanted me to stop. When she responded that she didn't, I let my hands move forward. I slid them ever so slowly around to her front, cupping her breasts softly. It was the most exquisite thing I had ever felt. I almost couldn't handle the way I was feeling, it was like my heart was bursting and melting at the same time.
I continued to stare into her eyes as I softly played with her nipples. She kissed my nose, and it was the cutest thing anyone had ever done. I moved my hands slowly down to her side, caressing her stomach. Leaning in, I kissed her again softly, but she didn't seem to want softness. She continued to bite my lip and run her hands over me. I couldn't get enough of her as I kept kissing her, my mouth completely encompassing hers. I didn't stop, softly biting her lip, letting her do the same. I had never kissed anyone like this before. It was so amazing. The fact that it was forbidden made it that much better. I just wanted this to last forever.
Unfortunately, just as I was leaning in to kiss her again, I heard the guy from the study carol getting up and walking over. I quickly sat down and began to look at the books. I had been too absorbed in Asha to notice where we were, but it was pretty funny to note that we were in the government section. We were surrounded by the journals of the British Parliament. I watched our interrupter walk over to the window, but after looking out the window, he went back to his seat.
This allowed me to focus my attention once again on Asha, who was now sitting on the floor with me. Moving forward a little to be closer to her, I took her into my arms and continued to kiss her. She giggled a little and kissed me back. It felt like I was floating, and I never wanted to come back down. It was almost painful how much I cared about her.
Trying to find a better position, I pushed myself away, leaning up against the bookshelf, and pulled her to me. She was facing away, and I took her in my arms and held her close. I kissed her softly on the neck and began to breath into her ear, occasionally biting on it, eliciting a few moans.
I reached around slowly and cupped her breasts lovingly. I moved my hands down to her stomach and caressed it, tickling her a little. Slowly moving my hands upwards, I continued to caress her breasts, now beneath her shit. I was shaking as I slowly moved her bra and lightly pinched her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I leaned forward and whispered softly into her ear, asking her if she wanted me to stop. I kept asking because I didn't want her to regret anything that happened between us. She moaned softly and pushed back into me, so I assumed it was okay for me to continue. My legs were lying next to hers, and she began to rub them.
"So you're not ticklish at all, huh?" She asked, as she ran her nails along my leg.
"I don't know, you'll just have to find out," I lightly tickled her stomach.
"Hey, you know I don't like that!" She squirmed under my touch.
"Ok, ok. Well, there is one place I know that I'm ticklish," I said slyly.
"Where's that?" She asked shyly.
"Well, I can't tell you, but I could show you. Do you want me to show you?" My breathing almost stopped as I wondered if I would really go through with what I was contemplating.
"I don't make decisions, remember?" Her voice was almost inaudible. That I could cause her so much pleasure made me happier than anything.
"So should I take your lack of response as a yes?" It was weird logic, but it worked, and she didn't seem to be complaining.
"I don't know; if you want." I slid my hand slowly under her belt, down her pants, and began to gently run my nails right along the edge of her pubic hair. With a sharp intake of breath, she melted in my hands.
"Right here. Tickle a little?"
"Not tickle…" she said softly. I took that to mean she wanted me to continue, and as I moved my hand slowly towards her wetness, her quiet moan told me that I was correct. I began to softly rub her clit, kissing her neck, biting softly. As she quivered against me, I sped up the motion, working furiously back and forth. She slid slightly forward on the floor, resting more fully onto me. I continued to work my magic, and didn't want this moment to ever end.
I bit her ear softly, whispered, "Asha?"
"Yes?"
"I think I love you, Asha." There. I said it.
"You're thinking?"
"Yeah, I'm thinking"
"I can't think right now." And that was ok with me. She didn't need to think, just enjoy herself for what short time we had together.
But she had to call her father at 5:30 or he'd get worried. And it was just about 5:30 now. I leaned back down and stuck my tongue in her ear. "What are you doing?" She asked, as I giggled back and pulled my hand out of her pants. I told her the time, and she tried to get up, but I wouldn't let her.
"Just stay with me forever," I pleaded, knowing it would never happen. I knew that now she would leave, and I might never see her again. She'd feel too guilty about what was happening, and never talk to me again. I tickled her side a little, extending our time just a few more minutes. "I can't go through all this and not see Asha's bra, now can I?" I giggled softly, lifting her shirt up over her breasts. "Oh look, it's black. And so are these," I pulled her pants away from her waist a little so that I could see her black panties.
"Of course, I always wear matching bra and panties."
"Cute. Well now whenever I think about this, I can picture your bra." I smiled, kissing her head, and finally letting her up. I stood up and we gathered our things. "Don't go. Just stay here forever."
"Don't do this. We both knew that nothing more could happen."
"I know, I know. I just wish." I kissed her once more. I didn't want to let her go, but I knew I had to. She told me she had to go outside to get cell reception, and she quickly slipped out of my grasp. "Hey, come back here," I smiled, knowing she wouldn't really leave without me. I was right; I found her in the next row. I put my arm around her, pulling her close, just for a second.
We walked down the aisles, Asha leading the way. She walked slowly, looking at the books, I guess pretending that we were just there to read the government manifestos, as if I cared what the anonymous student in the study carols though. I had just made out with the girl I had been in love with for months. I couldn't contain my happiness, and couldn't fight off the sorrow at knowing she was leaving. Probably for good.
We went back to the elevator and waited for it to come up. I played with her fingers, trying to be as intimate as possible in the last minutes that I knew we would be able to spend together. We stepped into the elevator, and I put my hands to her waist, pushing her back to the wall, kissing her passionately. I knew that was the last kiss I would get. We were going back to the world. It had to end here. "So now I've seen Asha's bra. Next time I'll get to see what's under the bra," I joked.
"Next time, huh?" She teased, stepping around me to exit the elevator. I followed closely, not letting her get away that easily.
"Of course next time," I poked her side, "You know you can't give me up that easily."
"I'll have a boyfriend before then," She spoke, grinning evilly.
"No you won't," I smiled sadly, knowing that what she said was true.
"How can you be so sure?" She wondered aloud.
"I'll beat up anyone who wants you," I suggested jokingly. She brought up her ex boyfriend, a guy who was a bit bigger than me, who I was aware that she still loved very much. I laughed, saying I'd get a friend to beat him up for me, and she said that didn't count. I told her I was just joking, and I wouldn't really want anyone to get hurt. He could just move away or something. I was just grasping for straws, knowing that nothing was ever going to happen between us again, but not letting myself believe it. I loved her. I truly did, and I didn't want to let it go.
But I knew it couldn't happen. We went outside, and she called her father. I called my sister, and my father, but couldn't reach anyone. It didn't matter much, I'd just hang out in town. Asha gave me a hug before her father got there, because her father pretty much hated me. When I had broken up with Alicia, she had stayed at Asha's house for a couple days. So pretty much everyone involved hated me, and I'm not sure why Asha didn't. I'm glad she didn't though, because I loved her.
Who knew what would happen now? Her father pulled up in his Porsche, and I left, still keeping the hope that maybe something could happen between the two of us. After all, love conquers all, and I was definitely in love.
And I've got to ask the questions, where had her breasts been before now? IMHO, as written, "now beneath her shi(r)t" modifies breasts, not hands.
