Andrew was one of her friends who was a little out of the ordinary. Melanie had started seeing him while she was in the sixth form before going on to university. Although he hadn't shown too much interest in any sexual activity, he was really nice and she liked him a lot. They went to the cinema a couple of times and often had coffee together in the local trendy café. She was attracted to him because of his quiet weirdness and the fact that he wasn't as grabby as other boys.
The holidays were already half over and the summer had been really good, hot and without any rain to speak of. She had met with a few of her old school friends in the new coffee shop that had recently opened on the High street. It wasn't that she had planned to meet him there but nevertheless, she was quite glad to see him as she caught sight of him opening the glass door and walking into the dark coolness of the shop. He nodded towards the group of eighteen year olds, just hanging out and enjoying the sophistication and maturity of an espresso coffee and walked over and joined them after he had chosen what he wanted from the counter.
The friends all sat and chatted for some while, mainly about the last days at school until when the group made a move to leave, he asked them if they all wanted to go back to his place which was not that far away. The others had plans however and went their separate ways but Melanie said she would join him and they walked hand in hand to his parent's house. Both his parents were at work and it was the first time she had seen where he lived. They didn't go inside the house but in the large garden he had a tree house that his father had built for him when he was much younger. It was quite large and he said he still used it when he wanted to be on his own.
They climbed the ladder and it was really a great little place to escape to. For a while, they sat together in the warmth of the late afternoon when suddenly, out of the blue, he asked to see her breasts. She wasn't surprised at the question as the boys normally wanted a feel but she was a bit surprised at the directness of it with no fumbling about beforehand.
"No touching then." Melanie said and when he agreed, she stood up and unbuttoned her shirt pulling up her bra so her breasts fell out of the bottom of the cups. He was sitting opposite and true to his word, he just looked or rather he stared at them. Melanie was more than a little flattered as his body language was that of appreciation as if he was looking at a marble statue in an art gallery.
After a little while, Andrew said "Lift your skirt up and take your panties down. I won't touch."
"You take your trousers off first." she replied.
He did just that and then she was standing with her bra under her chin looking at his hard little cock, standing proudly erect. Caught up in the mood of that beautiful warm sunny day, there didn't seem to be any threat, so entering into the spirit, she pulled up her skirt and dropped her panties down to her ankles. They stood like that for about ten minutes, both just looking at each other. No touching, no movement just looking. The noises of the summer afternoon were comforting, the hum of a bumble bee and the startled cheeping alarm noises of a blackbird that had caught sight of the black cat sitting in the shade lethargically cleaning his fur. Everything seemed so natural. They were alone in a small world of their own, cocooned in the afternoon warmth, not a breath of air to disturb them or to make those little goose bumps on their naked skin.
Melanie wanted to remove the pressure of her clothing which now seemed to be laying for some reason, heavy on her skin despite the fact that she was wearing light cottons. In a sort of dream, she started to remove her remaining clothes, slowly, but not in a way that would interrupt the moment.
