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NOTE TO READER: This is a mirror story to the non-fictional story: That Summer's Night (also in the First Time category).
Same story, different perspective. Still no penetration...
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As often we slept in the same bed.
The whole week was forecasted as a heatwave. She would be coming by that Wednesday. I always looked forward to seeing her. They announced temperatures that summer's day pushing 40 degrees Celsius. We had a practice night scheduled but I proposed she'd bring her swimwear as well. With such temperatures the water would be welcoming. It was indeed. When we came home we didn't feel like going out dancing any more. After a cooling shower we ended up just lounging on the couch.
We never went swimming together before. It was a nice relaxed day. We drove to the lake I visit more often on warmer days. This time the beach was literally packed with people; friends, families... children playing in the sand. Though crowded we found a spot for our stuff and immediately made our way to the water.
The water isn't deep here. We splashed around a bit, talked a while about nothing in particular and did some swimming. On the sandy beach I watched her put on some new sun lotion. Back at home she had asked me to do her back for her on the hard to reach places. As I'm familiar with seeing her in leotards, I had never seen her before in a bikini. As she handed me the bottle of sunblock I sniggered silently. Factor 50 made total sense... she was almost ghostly pale. She sure wasn't the sunbathing type.
We've know each other for quite some time now. We hung out before outside of dance, just the two of us. This day no differently. Only thing that changed recently is my relationship status. But then again, she was also there three breakups ago. So there in that fresh water or sitting on the sandy shore now, there was no premeditation to what would take place later that night.
After realising it was still way too hot out in the sun we made our way to the water again not long after we took place on our towels. As she walked in front of me I reminisced the moment she dropped her thin cardigan off her shoulders to expose her back for me to apply the sunscreen. My hands wanted to linger and massage her tenderly but I chose not to. Keeping contact to a minimum and indifferent. Seeing her that black bikini and the curve of her bare back already made me unexpectedly a bit hard.
She is tall and slender and downright gorgeous. Not your thirteen in a dozen model kind of way.
Her dark wavy hair framing her face which seems to always carry a beautiful smile. Her deep brown eyes seem to stare right into your soul. As she is a dancer she is very fit but not muscular. Her waist perfectly shaped, small breasts and just enough of a hint of an ass to look good in any pants, skirts and dresses.
I care deeply for her and I know she does for me. We have been friends forever. We often go out dancing together, you see. But we never ended up together. Did I hold back feelings because she has a long-term boyfriend or aren't we compatible as more than friends? On the dance floor we are a match made in heaven.
Not this evening. You probably are familiar with that buzz after being out in the sun for a day and feeling rosy. After dinner I wanted to arrange us leaving to the rehearsal space, but after that shower I felt lazy and landed on the couch for 'just a moment'. Before I knew it I heard the shower stop. Would she be disappointed I didn't yet prepare? The bathroom door opened. She wore an oversized green t-shirt, clearly worn and black yoga pants. Not her standard dance outfit. But I know that outfit, I have seen her often in her pyjamas. Her hair still wet. She slipped on the couch next to me without saying anything.
We did put on the playlist I prepared for practice earlier that week, but no dancing was involved that evening. Too warm and too tired to even move a finger. Although it was still a tropical summer afternoon we lay close to each other on the couch. Her head on my chest, listening to the music coming from the boombox. I smelled the shampoo in her damp hair. And felt her warm body against mine.
Our bodies are familiar to be close. As couple dancers we are used to each other's touch. There was a heat in the air and the familiar heat between us, this night was actually not that different than usual. We enjoyed each other's company as good friends in closeness.
The music played. I felt her sinking in more and more. First into me with every gentle stroke on her back and from that relaxed state, sinking into a light sleep. She didn't protest when I suggested we seek out the bed.
While I was still downstairs doing the dishes I heard her brush her teeth upstairs. She would stay the night as she had done multiple times before when I traveling south for her job. She's a consultant and as much as I love seeing her in lacy leotards it's maybe even more 'sexy' to see her in business casual. She looks as fierce as she is smart and professional. Abruptly I broke away from my train of thought as I remembered suddenly I didn't put down the mattress in my study. I didn't bother to dry the dishes and went quickly upstairs. I found her in my bed. We are used to sharing a room or mattress on our foreign travels often, as not always separate beds are provided. So still this night seemed no different.
As she lay beside me in my bed I couldn't sleep. I felt restless even though I was tired. My recent break-up was still fresh and I was confronted with my loneliness with her by my side. Thinking back to that moment in the kitchen earlier that day wasn't really helping my situation. Because not only did I feel lonely now I felt turned on as well. My dry spell was already lasting longer than me parting ways with my ex. Apparently she now identified herself a an asexual, after three years being together. Let's say that explained a lot.
