*March 2002*
If I was dreaming, I prayed to god that I didn't wake up. Here I was, Jeff Schmidt, average every day teenager, sitting on a bed in a Niagara Motel, with the most beautiful women in the world beside me, her head on my chest, one arm draped around me while we watched American Beauty. How did Erika and I end up in this position? It's a really long story, but to shorten it, I'll simply tell you the events of that fateful day.
At around 10 am, I got a phone call from Erika saying that she had gotten the bus to Niagara, and wanted me and my family to drop by and stay, then we could take her back her with us tomorrow. We loaded all the necessities in the car and took the 1 hour drive to Niagara. This would be the first time I would ever see Erika in person. I certainly wasn't disappointed.
When we pulled up to the hotel we could see several of the tenants were in the pool, it was a surprisingly warm March this year and everyone took advantage of it. While my mom and dad put stuff into the room I decided to look around for you, so I ventured out back to the pool just in time to see the greatest site of my life. There she was, Erika White, the very definition of beauty, her black skull and cross-bones bikini soaked with pool water, clinging to her body as to leave very little to the imagination. One of the things I'd made her promise to wear. She didn't like it of course, she was very self conscious and thought very little of herself, but that was fine. I thought enough of her for the both of us.
She hadn't seen me yet, as she was drying her hair from the swim, so I decided to have some fun. I crept up behind her while her head was still covered in the towel, put my arms around her waist and whispered "Guess who?" in her ear. HAHA! I never saw someone jump so much in my life! But once she got her bearings back and realized it was me she quieted down almost instantly. She stood there, unblinking, with a blank look on her face. At that moment I was sure she didn't recognize me, or she was disappointed in what she saw. But then her face lit up and she squealed and jumped on me knocking us both backwards into the pool. When I was finally able to get to the surface again she still had that huge smile on her face. God I love that smile. We stared at each other for a few more seconds then leapt at each other and hugged. I was never happier in my life let me tell you.
We spent the day together, shopping, swimming, watching movies, the like. After dinner we headed into her room, my parents and sister stayed in the other room, but just in case, we locked the doors. Hey, you have to have privacy right? Anyways, that's how we came to be in this position. And now my fingers are playing with her hair idly, while her finger traces small patterns on my stomach. Suddenly without warning she starts savagely tickling my stomach (and I am the world's most ticklish guy, so I was 2 feet off the bed kicking and screaming by now) she laughs her usual laugh and climbs on top of me to hold me down while she continues to tickle me senseless. Now the problem is, Erika isn't very ticklish, so I have no way of fighting back, so I take the first idea that pops into my head. I reach up, grab her by the head, pull her down and kiss her on the lips as hard as I can. This caught her even more off guard than the tickling caught me. But soon she begins kissing back, and we spend quite a few minutes, just wrestling with each other's tongues, with a few interruptions for tickles and giggles hehe. We finally come up for air, and I realize that I have a bit of a problem down below. Hell, I should have realized that if I get a hard on just looking at her, making out with her would make it a million times worse. Erika, realizing this got a devilish look on her face and started squirming around in my lap.
"Uh.... babe, I don't think that's very....." but she put her finger to my lips, smiled again, and leaned down to kiss me. This time while we were kissing I let my hands wonder around her back. I slowly made my way down towards her pants, slow enough to be able to stop on a dime, but fast enough so that she would know what I was doing. If she didn't want me doing anything she made no sign on if, so I let my hands wander down, under the waist of her pants and to her amazingly firm, round ass.
"Damn, all that working out sure did her some good, her ass is incredible." I thought to myself. I kept my hands rubbing all over her ass, until, 'accidentally' my middle finger found its way down and lightly brushed over the bottom of her pussy. At this her eyes went wide and she broke the kiss.
"I'm so sorry, I..." I started, but then I realized she wasn't mad. She was smiling, and breathing really fast.