This story is very dear to me, I have finally found the courage to share it, enjoy, and please share your thoughts and comments...
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This story does not contain sex (yet), so look elsewhere if you want a quick fix, otherwise, enjoy...
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Jane waited on the corner; the bright, early summer sun warmed the stone column beside her. Her feet moved unconsciously, shuffling a bit nervously, waiting to see Colt after the entire school year apart.
She was worried he would look different, would act different, would have somehow changed after their time apart. She didn't want him to change, he was her best friend, someone she was comfortable around, and it would be horrible to lose that.
Colt made his way across the parking lot to their normal meeting spot, tension gathering in his body. He spotted Jane standing by their stone column and had to grin at her glazed expression. She was staring fixedly at the park bench several feet in front of her, obviously lost in thought.
He took a moment to study her. She looked like she hadn't changed a bit, though she had cut her hair shorter than the last time he had seen her. She wore a long, flowing skirt and a simple tank top, clothes that didn't draw attention to her almost perfect body.
He knew that there would not be a speck of make up on her face when he saw it, but to him she was the most beautiful girl in the world. His grin widened as he crossed the remaining distance between them, eager to see her.
Jane was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn't notice when Colt leaned against the stone next to her until he playfully jabbed her in side.
"Off in your own world again?" He asked teasingly, "Do I get a hug?" He added, holding open his arms.
"Colt!" Jane exclaimed, throwing her arms around his neck. "Hey you!"
"Hey." He replied, hugging her back tightly, face buried in the top of her sweet smelling hair, glad to see her again after so many months apart.
He inhaled that smell, exhaling deeply, taking in that scent so long missed and felt the heat surge through his body, quickly trying to suppress it.
Jane looked up into his face at the sound of his sighing breath and their eyes met for a long moment. She realized how close they still were and pulled back hastily, feeling a bit awkward and embarrassed.
What was the matter with her? This was Colt, they were the best of friends, everything was ok with him.
"How was the drive?" She asked to cover her awkward moment, confused by her reaction.
"Long." He replied, missing the warmth of her in his arms, and trying not to show it. She laughed, he smiled in reply. "I missed your laugh." he confessed, "E-mail just isn't the same as talking to you in person."
"I know what you mean; I missed you making me laugh."
"So what are we up to?"
"That's a good question..." She replied, teasing. He groaned.
"I always have to choose what we do."
"So? You should be used to it by now then."
"You're horrible..."
"I know, but you love me anyway... Now common, what are we doing?"
He stopped for a moment at her playful answer, and she froze at the look in his eyes before he quickly smoothed his face,
"Let's grab something to eat, I'm kind of hungry." He replied and started leading the way.
Jane realized her breathing had sped up slightly and quickly followed after him before she could examine why.
They ate at one of their favorite restaurants, a little family owned taco shop whose service was quick, and the food was cheap, but good. They caught up on how finals had gone and the havoc of packing up all of their stuff from their dorms to move back home for the summer.
When they had finished their food they made their way to the nearby park, still chatting cheerfully. The sun was still hot in the sky, though it had begun to make its sinking journey into the west.
As they made their way down the path next to the river Colt paused in their conversation to rub his neck hard, then tweaking his head from one side to the other to pop it.
"Sore?" Jane asked.
"Yeah," he admitted, "stiff from the drive still."
"Well, here, let me get at it."
"Nah, that's ok."
He tried to act nonchalant, but he felt himself tense at the idea of her soft, warm hands kneading over his flesh. Tensing made his neck muscles twinge in pain and he winced involuntarily; Jane noticed.
"Common you, I don't like you in pain, not when I can fix it."
She plunked herself down on one of the benches near the water with a stubborn look on her face and beckoned for him to do the same.
Colt sighed and sat beside her, there was no use in arguing further, Jane was probably the most stubborn person he had ever met.
She faced him away from her so that he straddled the bench and then got her knees up under her to lean into his neck and upper shoulders, kneading with her fingers and palms. Colt relaxed into her touch, feeling the knots begin to loose in the muscles of his neck, he closed his eyes and groaned low in his throat.
His mind suddenly presented him with the image of those soft, warm hands stroking over his body, running her fingers through his short, dark hair, straddling his lap, her hand slowly moving down to reach between their bodies...
He snapped his eyes open and focused on stopping his breathing from speeding up to match his heart rate, though he couldn't prevent the heat that had gathered in his body from shooting straight down to his cock, causing it to harden and grow down his pant leg uncomfortably.
"It's just a massage stupid!" He thought to himself, frustrated. "It means nothing; you know she just thinks of you as a 'big brother'." His mind gave the term some amount of scorn, "You will never be more than that."
Jane focused on working the muscles beneath Colt 's skin, losing herself in the motion and allowing her mind to wander.
She and Colt had been friends for a couple of years now, having met through a mutual friend at his birthday party. They didn't seem to have a lot in common, but they always seemed to have something to talk about, stories to share, and ideas to discuss. He was a firm and loyal friend, as well as simply a really good guy, she thought, better than almost any guy she'd ever known.
She felt Colt tense slightly under her hands and focused her attention back onto her task, kneading deeper into the muscles at the base of his neck, and then spreading her hands over his shoulders.
She had missed him when they had been at school this year, Colt was right, e-mail just wasn't the same. She missed seeing him, talking to him, spending time with him, going on these walks, joking and laughing with him. They hadn't even been able to see each other during breaks for various reasons.
She had been worried for awhile that she would lose his friendship, or at least that it would lessen, because of the distance, but if anything it had grown. Long talks online had led to some more personal topics, they had discussed their fears and dreams, and even their thoughts on love and sex. She had been surprised that they had had a lot of similar views on those things as well as the more innocent topics they had begun their friendship talking about.
She moved her hands down his back, massaging through his plain, white T-shirt, pressing her thumbs on either side of his spine as she moved further down until she could feel the waist of his blue jeans. She paused there for a moment, slowly massaging the muscles of his lower back, and then impulsively lifted the hem of his shirt and placed her hands on his bare skin.
She felt him tense again slightly and felt an answering tension gather in her belly. She had missed this too she realized, touching him, the hugs and casual touches that they shared. It felt good to touch him; she liked their skin together.
His was warm and surprisingly soft, slightly damp from the heat of the day. She splayed her fingers over it and moved them up his back slowly, bunching his T-shirt around her wrists.
Colt had begun to relax into the massage again, enjoying the feel of Jane's solid pressure against the middle and lower muscles of his back. He could feel her warm body close to his back, leaning over him to increase the pressure against his back. As always for him, having her touching him was sweet torture.
He loved having any excuse to put his arms around her, brush a hand down her shoulder, give her a massage when she was a bit sore, but her hands on him was something immeasurably better, and yet worse.
He knew she had no idea how much he wanted more, how much he wanted to touch her without having to try and make it seem only friendly, how much he wanted to taste her lips, pull her soft body against his and hold her tight and long.
He tried not to let these thoughts intrude too much on their time together, but there was really no way to stop them, all he could do was try his best to hide the raging hard on they usually left him with.
It wasn't so much that he was worried about ruining their friendship by trying something, he knew that they would be friends first and anything else second, but he had to admit it to himself, he was a bit of a coward.
He wanted her to make the first move; it wasn't enough for him just to want her and her to be accepting of it. He needed the reassurance that she wanted him as well; though after this long, he was beginning to doubt that anyone would ever want him, let alone the one he wanted.
He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't realize that his shirt had been pulled up until he felt Jane's hands smooth over the skin of his lower back.
He tensed again involuntarily, especially given the thoughts that had just been in his head, then consciously relaxed himself and deepened his breath. Jane felt his breath catch and then deepen and couldn't resist teasing him lightly.
"If I didn't know better mister, I would say that you're enjoying this more than you should be."
It was a challenge of a sort, a way to see if these stirrings she was feeling has any basis, or any answer in him.
Colt took a breath, then another, his mind in turmoil. Was she just being teasing and flirty as she often was? Or was this something more?
"Ah, to hell with it." He told himself, "You won't know until you try."
"What if I am...?" he replied softly, his deep voice reverberating in his chest.
"Why would that be?" she answered, equally soft.
Her hands had paused, her attention focused on their conversation. She could almost feel herself beginning to tremble slightly; this was new, this could change everything. She was a bit scared, but she realized there was excitement there too, she wanted this to happen.
"Because I like you touching me." He admitted.
