The far away scent always reminds me of her. Cigarettes, coffee, maybe a little bit of perfume. Yep, my darling was a little rough around the edges. She wasn't your conventional blonde-haired Barbie- not that there's anything wrong with that, mind you, but there was just one Talia for me. The fact that we grew up together was also a big factor in our would-be relationship. But it's not as simple as you'd imagine.
Even when we were in elementary school she had that mysterious quality, many kids were put off by her sharp blue eyes and dark burgundy hair, with her pale skin she looked a bit wayward, maybe even sickly. She had an attitude too, a very inquisitive girl even at her age, asking questions with a perception that no girl her age should have. Junior high came along and naturally our group separated, as many elementary cliques inevitably do, but we stayed close when schedules would allow. I became immersed in this position that people said I should be in. I've always been a big guy, broad shoulders, kinda heavy, it's natural that I'd be on the defensive line of a football team. Well, life hit us, my parents got divorced and I had to move away. I don't even remember saying goodbye to her to be honest.
I started high school in a big city, everything that came before in that town was suddenly insignificant compared to the adventures and endeavors I'd find myself in during the alleged 'best years of my life'. Everything which had been my fond memories, those familiar faces, my past hobbies, my passions now nothing more than a fleeting memory. It's sad, and the most poignant part of that was due to the fact that I didn't realize it was happening to me.
Not until graduation...
I moved back to my hometown, to attend a local college in spite of my parents wishes for me to attend some university that I really had no interest in attending. That's right, I was that introverted and repressed fish you see on campus with something to prove, the kid who's gonna change the world someday and had no idea how. And I probably would've been an insolent townie if not for my humbling experiences in high school trying to be something I wasn't. Also, it was home. I mean, it was literally my home turf. Everything was familiar, I knew this town like the back of my hand, the world was in the palm of my hands.
Orientation came and went, I got a job at my favorite family-owned bookstore I'd frequent as a junior high student, got acquainted with my roommates, it was pretty sweet. I also had home field advantage, if anyone had anywhere they needed to go, I was the one to show them. While some people were begrudgingly admitting that they were homesick- I was right at home and there as an anchor.
By the time my first day of class came, I was well-established and past my high school persona. No longer did I have that chip on my shoulder, I felt I'd proven myself to myself enough that I didn't care what others thought. It was extremely liberating and I strolled around campus without a care in the world. The first week of classes went by and it was required by my sociology professor to get an online study group to prepare for an exam the following month. So there I was, looking through the directory of all of his students in his beginning class. The benefit here was that I didn't have to correspond with people who were already in my class- which was cool because surprisingly, I was the youngest in my class and I felt out of place.
So I was looking around and I noticed the name, Talia M.
The name struck a chord with me and I struggled to remember, I clicked on her profile and she hadn't posted a picture yet, but her major was listed as "art and figure drawing". Suddenly it hit me and I sent a private message.
Turns out, this was my former friend from elementary and junior high. She was commuting from a ranch outside of town, it was about 15 minutes away, but she had to take night classes because she worked during the day, yet I went to class during the day and worked at night. Because of our clashing schedules it took a month before we could get on the same page to meet to catch up. Because of this, we had an opportune time to catch up.
Turns out she had a couple boyfriends over the past few years. The last one was in her sophomore year and had been very physical with her, busting her lip and slapping her now and then. Her parents divorced as well and she moved into her older sisters' house where they began to share expenses and at the legal age of 18 she became a partial owner to the ranch. This was the happiest she'd been in awhile and my heart went out to her. I couldn't believe that I had seemingly forgotten about her over the years, especially since she was so loyal to me in our younger days.
Fortunately, she had grown into a strong young woman and didn't let her past hinder her present, though there was always a hint of trauma there at one time that I wish I could take away, and I had a suspicion that her boyfriend may have even raped her from the way she talked about him. Our conversations went on and became more intimate as the week turned to months. Being that we had known each other since we were kids, there was no feeling of awkward silence or a need to break the ice, we just picked up where we left off. Strangely enough, our conversations slowly began to become more sexual. Even though she hadn't seen me and I hadn't seen her, we could still portray ourselves genuinely. Apparently she had "grown" a lot since we last met and was quite sexually liberated and bi-sexual. I myself had lost my virginity when I was 15, and the action between then and now was far and few between so I was at a loss, but she didn't mind, in fact, she admired that about me. She made it very clear that she wasn't easy, and that the only reason she was so open with me is that I was like family, but it was obvious that we both were enamored with one another.
For the most part though, she was still my friend that I learned my ABC's with and although the thought of how she had turned out over the years was the subject of many of my fantasies, I tried to stay realistic. But even if those fantasies did get the best of me, I could never act upon them because I had roommates and the dormitories weren't so keen on intimate privacy. I was quite repressed in all sorts of ways and Talia knew this, she would tease me playfully but said as soon as we got the chance we'd get together and we'd go out on a date.
One weekend, she finally had time off, and so I asked if she would mind coming to my bookstore. I was getting out a little late, but we could still hang out. She was delighted at the idea and thus began the longest week of my life. I didn't think Saturday would come! I was nervous, excited, and scared all at once.
Yet when I rolled up to the book store at 1 o'clock in the afternoon, I walked over the cashiers desk (which we humbly referred to as 'the post') and looked ahead to the front entrance. In about 8 hours she would step through those doors. I wondered what she looked like, how she had changed. She mentioned she was nervous- but excited- and it intrigued me. I mean, I'm not one to talk, I'm still a big guy and what do I have I'm proud of- but I'm not the shallow type. It was the curiosity that was killing me and I couldn't wait to lay my eyes on her...
Remarkably, the 8 hours flew by and the next thing I knew it was ten minutes til' closing. My boss was in his small office, backordering some texts books for a teacher while I was finishing my rounds on the shelves, straightening books and returning to the cashiers post to make sure everything was in order. That's when I heard the jingle of the door.
I look up and this redhead walks in, she's about 5'10", she's got this natural curve to her. She's not quite a BBW, but not a stick either, to sum it up in one word, she's voluptuous. Long red hair flows down her body framing not only her face but a pair of breasts that made my heart skip a beat, they weren't gigantic, but they were definitely a tad more than a handful. The white shirt she was wearing was thin so I could see the black lining of her bra, not to mention an intentional cut down the middle, emphasizing her generous cleavage along with a gothic cross that hung from her neck. Down her ample frame I could see, what I thought at the time, her best quality. These wide, child-baring thighs, thick and tightly encased in a part of blue jeans that I just wanted to rip off of this beautiful woman's body. I could feel myself stirring below, just at the sight of this woman, and I was elated that she was there for me. But then I calmed myself. I had to stay civil, I wasn't some animal.
As she approached, I could clearly see the soft features of her white face. She didn't look sickly anymore, she looked angelic, her skin reminded me of a dove, and in deep contrast was a dramatic eyeliner which made her best quality a focal point that eliminated all of the other superficial aspects that quarreled my lust.
Those enthralling blue eyes stared at me enigmatically.
My heart stopped.
"Paul?" She asked, he lush pink lips curling into a relieved smile.
"Nyugh?" I replied, forgetting to breathe, I finally choked, "Talia?"
"Hey!" She greeted with a smile, walking over to me, I met her after walking around the desk. To my surprise, she intrepidly leaned over and pecked me on the lips, "You've grown up..." I said, astonished at the woman she had become. Somehow, I still had the picture of the skinny, pale chick, "You look beautiful!" I blurted.
"You've grown up too," She said, rubbing my shoulders a bit. For some reason I always get that from family members when I see them after a long while, they always comment on my broad shoulders. Apparently she too was swept up in this strange trend as she added, "A lot..."
I quickly checked in with my boss and clocked out. Me and Talia jumped into my car and went for a ride, her blue eyes were on me for the whole duration of the ride, as though evaluating or studying my every movement. I didn't know where we were going so I just rode down the highway for a moment until she clicked off the radio and announced, "Let's go to my house."
"What?" I asked. Her change in tone was very shocking to me. Her voice was suddenly as dry as sandpaper and the way she leaned and appeared seemed to be deliberate and playful rather than innocent and a tad bit shy. Then again, we had known each other since grade school so I guess it was to be expected that formalities would be thrown aside. But that didn't ease my heart a bit.
Talia leaned over, I tried to keep my eyes on the road.
"Paul, we've known each other since we were little," She told me as though reading my mind , "The past few months we've gotten to know each other even further, and you are still the sweet guy I knew in high school, but now you're a very dashing young man and we're both adults in college. I know I've been teasing you incessantly, so..." Her hand immediately went to my growing hard-on, "Let's cut to the chase, I have the house to myself for the weekend and I thought it would be fun to get..." she kissed me on the cheek and purred, "reacquainted..." nuzzling her nose and lips across the side of my face and onto my ear, nibbling on my lobe lightly. The sensation of her hand on my clothed cock and hot breath in my ear almost made me lose control in more ways than one. I kept the car steady and considered what she had said.
I was nervous, so damn nervous, but she was confident, unashamed, and so damn sexy. She directed me to her house and I began a bee-line for it. All the while Talia would continue to whisper in my ear.
"I saw you stare at my tits, Paul," She breathed, for some reason the word 'tits' made my cock flex, she gave it a light squeeze as I let out a small groan, "You like them?"
I could only nod.
