Ok, this is a sort of message to those of u who have read any other story I have written: My friend and I wrote this together, so it's got a bit of a different styling to it. Oh, and it's from his point of view ;)
I had always really liked her, but we were just friends. She never sought after me since my friend suited her better (our friendship grew from their going out so it wasn't that she got me to get to him thing). Well I moved to the nest town over (11 miles) in the 7th grade and didn't hear from her.
Well like 5-6 years later I saw her in the skating rink and called to her. She and I talked all night and caught up with stuff. Our friend broke up with her, Mrs. I have a crap up my ass was still a bitch, etc, etc. I asked her but she refused me and I never really tried again. We kept in touch over the years, going places, calling, letters (she went on week-long vacations in the summer), and so on, but I had never been in her house, nor she in mine.
Well I get a call one day and she says "Taren I need you to come over here"
I said "Ok, I'll be there in about 15 minutes."
When I got there, she answered the door wearing really short shorts, showing off her tan legs (I have a leg fetish so that drove me wild seeing her like that), and a belly shirt showing her belly ring. I also noticed that her mom wasn't home. No one but her and no me.
She let me in, showed me around, and asked if I wanted something to drink, sure a pop. I sat on the couch and she popped in a tape and we started watching.