Alicia and I had been friends since 9th grade. We had first met when I randomly sat next to her in history class. I remember catching a brief whiff of something floral, and looked over to my right to see her sitting there shyly, her red hair framing a little pixieish face lined with freckles.
Over the next 4 years of high school, we more or less became best friends, but never really got the timing right to be romantically involved. Looking back on it, it seems crazy that we weren't dating the whole time - but one of us always seemed to be dating someone else and the timing just never really worked out. There can be no doubt though that I had a pretty big crush on her for most of the time I was in High School.
A few words on me: I was never exactly in the cool crowd in school, but certainly had my own thing going on I guess. I'm short for a guy at about 5'5", but with an athletic build. I was into computers, music, and literature. I fancied myself a modern beatnik, reading Kerouac and Ginsberg - smoking clove cigarettes and almost never wearing jeans.
Alicia was your typical girl next door. Shy on the surface but with an evil streak that could surprise you. She was also short and very thin, dressing relatively conservatively and having some of the prettiest red hair I have ever seen. Not that fake dyed red, but rather that authentic orange red that real gingers have. I realize it might not be for everyone, but I have always had a thing for gingers.
During my senior year of school, things in our dynamic started to slowly change. The thing that really seemed to change things was when we both signed up for a 10 week introductory Yoga class together. Never having been much of a macho manly man, I really had no qualms at all about doing yoga. In fact, it sort of fit into my whole bohemian vibe. So there it was, I was committed to this. Fun fact, this was at a curves location - I'm sure you probably remember Curves, circuit training for women in the 90's? They were everywhere for a while.
Well, not too surprisingly as I pulled up to the Curves with Alicia for our first ever yoga class it quickly became fairly evident that I was the only male in the class. Not being sure what to wear, we both had on some light pajama pants and a t shirt. I think this was before Yoga pants were ubiquitous, as none of the women in the class seemed to be wearing them.
The instructor led us through a pretty basic yoga flow, teaching us all the usual postures that most will recognize; Warrior 1, Warrior 2, Downward facing dog, and on and on. Looking around the room at all the attractive female forms stretching and straining around me was hardly terrible. In fact, as I looked over at Alicia with her midriff starting to show as her shirt rode up in Downward dog I couldn't help but get a little turned on.
This went on for a few weeks. I would drive over to Alicia's house and pick her up, already dressed in our flimsy pajama pants and drive over to yoga. At this time, I was single and Alicia was dating this guy I couldn't stand. He probably wasn't really all that bad, but I was definitely jealous. He had this pretentious sort of way about him that just pissed me off. I just couldn't stand the idea of someone else kissing her, touching her body and doing all the things I wanted to do with her.
On the way home from Yoga class one week, Alicia seemed a little agitated. I could tell she was upset about something. I looked at her from where I was sitting in the driver's seat, and she was quiet - just staring ahead, her ice blue eyes unfocused and lips slightly parted.
"Everything all right? You seem a little spacier than usual." I asked her.
"Ugh! It's just that Mike is pissing me off so much anymore. He seems more interested in hanging out with my stupid brother than me."
Mike and Alicia's brother had started playing together in a rock band, and had been spending a lot of time practicing and rehearsing lately. The only problem with this was that the band was seeming to replace Alicia in Mike's life, and he wasn't making much time for her.
As I looked over at her, I could see that her eyes were a little red and I thought I might have seen the beginning of tears coming out of them.
"Hey, it's ok - he's crazy if he doesn't see how awesome and beautiful you are. He should want to spend every free moment with you."
Just then I pulled the car into her driveway and shifted to park.
"Aw, thanks Joe you're such a sweetheart! I'm so glad I have real friends like you to talk to and that actually want to spend time with me!"
She turned in the car seat to face me and gave me a hug. I reached around and gave her a good squeeze, my head on her shoulder I could smell something floral and delicious. I turned my head slightly and without either of us really meaning to, our lips met and we kissed.
The contact of her lips on mine felt like fire spreading through my body, and as we continued to kiss I pulled her in tighter. I felt her lips begin to part, and our tongues met in the middle, exploring and twirling around each other. Being 18 and a boiling cauldron of hormones, I was beginning to sport a pretty fierce erection in my thin pajama pants, tenting the fabric up obscenely.
I felt Alicia's hand drop to my inner thigh and it grazed against my erection as she broke off the kiss, looking down.
"Wow!" She said, "Did I make this happen?"
Her hand glided up and down my crotch, sliding the thin material over my straining member. It felt heavenly, and was exactly what I had wanted for about 4 years now. Ever the tease, she pulled away and looked toward her house.
"I should probably get inside before my mom wonders what I'm doing sitting in the driveway so long. See you tomorrow in school?"
"Sounds good" I said. "Try and relax, I'll see you tomorrow - call me if you need anything."
With that, she ran towards the house and opened the door smiling and waving as she entered the house.
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Over the course of the next week, Alicia pretended that nothing had really happened between us. This was pretty infuriating for me, since any time I was around her I was basically a walking hard on. She might not have been the prettiest or sexiest girl in school, but something about her just got my motor running.
I visited her ceramics class once while I had study hall, and as we sat next to each other working with clay she let her right hand dangle down below the table and tickle the inside of my thigh, teasing me terribly. When the bell finally rang, I had wait several minutes for my boner to deflate before leaving for my next class.
Soon it was that time of the week again, and I was getting ready to drive over to Alicia's house and pick her up for yoga.
As I sat in her driveway waiting for her to come out, it was hard not to feel some excitement tingling through my body, wondering if maybe what happened last week would repeat itself. I saw the door open, and she came out in her thin loose fitting pants and a tank top. She looked gorgeous I thought.
All through yoga class I was fighting arousal, all the women in compromising positions around me - and Alicia herself splayed out in various poses, her cute little ass in the air, and her shirt riding up as she bent over. A hint of her precious little breasts and nipples poking through the fabric of her tank top.
Thankfully, it's pretty hard to maintain an erection while you are doing yoga as you are also pretty distracted by holding all of these difficult poses. But at one point when I was failing to control it standing in mountain pose, my dick poking a tent in the fabric of my pants I looked over and made eye contact with Alicia and she looked down at my crotch, then back up to my eyes and winked.
As we were driving home she looked over to me and said "So what got you so hot and bothered in class back there? It looked like your little friend was getting excited."
"I know it's hard for you to believe Alicia, but seeing you and all those other women stretched out in class today just got my imagination running, thinking of all the nasty things I want to do."
"Nasty things you'd like to do huh? To who, me? You dirty boy!"
I swung the car onto her street and a few seconds later into her driveway.
"Do want to come in and hang out for a little while? My parents are gone for a few hours, and my brother is at band practice."
"Sure!" I said, opening my car door and walking up the driveway with her to her house. I won't lie, electricity was flooding my body with excitement. It wasn't very often that I'd gotten to hang out with Alicia (or almost any girl really at this point) alone in their room. That was always the problem with dating in High School, a total lack of privacy.
We went into her room, grabbing a glass of water on the way. When we got there, Alicia put some music on and we sat talking on her bed for a while. After a few minutes of conversation she said
"Ugh! My back and shoulders feel so tight from all those yoga poses, would you mind giving me back rub Joe?"
I've thankfully been blessed with the skill of gifted hands. Maybe because I'd always been a musician, but massage and touching always came easily to me, so of course I quickly agreed. I would take any excuse to lay hands on this beautiful angel!
"Um, sure Alicia - why don't you lay down on your stomach, and I can sit over you to give you a massage."
She got herself situated comfortably on the bed, and I straddled her butt with my weight on my knees.
"Comfortable?" I asked.
"Very! Start with my shoulders if you don't mind, they feel so tight!" She said.
So I started gliding my hands up and down the length of her back, with little pressure to start, and slowly worked up to the top of her shoulders where I began kneading the muscles there.
"Mmmmmmm, that feels so good!" She said as my hands continued to work the knots out of her shoulders. I moved a little lower to her shoulder blades and started putting some upwards pressure underneath them pushing on the fabric of her tank top.
