**This happened about a week ago and I haven't been able to sleep much, so I wrote it down to get my head cleared and figured I'd post it. By the way, I recommend you listen to the songs I mention, because I think they'll add more to the story and your understanding of my feelings at that time.
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I'll start back in September, when school started. First period, 7am, I walked groggily into chem class and sat in my assigned seat and rested my head on my backpack. Seats were sorted alphabetically, of course, which I usually despise. Can't say the same for this time though because that's how I met her.
She walked into class a little bouncy as the tardy bell rang. I was kinda confused about how someone could be energetic at that hour on the first day of school, but quickly got rid of that thought as I sat up and realized how…hot, she was. I'm straight (or at least I think so), but I definitely noticed how attractive she was. Stood about 5'8", slim but nice curves, I'd say she's probably a C or at least nearly C. And her ass, wow. I'm guessing her being half Mexican helped in that area; it definitely wasn't the normal skinny white girl flat butt, but it wasn't huge like most of the black girls I've seen -- it was the perfect balance. She had light brown hair, smooth caramel skin, and the most entrancing green eyes I'd ever seen, with a hint of hazel around the pupil when the light hit it at a certain angle.
Thank God she didn't notice I had stared at her since she walked through the door. She plopped down in the seat next to me and smiled politely.
"Hi, I'm Alayna." Instantly the song Alayna by LFO popped into my head (which is where the title of this story came from; you'll come to learn that I'm a big music person) and I was drawn to her, in a straight way though; aside from her obviously good looks she had this vitality about her.
"Jolene," I smiled back. I didn't really know what to say and there was a bit of an awkward pause, so I looked away.
Say something idiot!
I told myself. She began to get some basic supplies out, making a little rustle, so I looked over and said, "how is it that you are so awake right now??" She just giggled and my heart jumped; I smiled instantly.
I guess I'll take the time to describe myself now. Back then when we met, honestly, I was fat. I mean, my 100% Filipino background gave me the right curves, but I always had trouble w/ my stomach. Right around the start of school, though, I decided to stop being the funny fatty and by the end of winter break I had lost all of that and I got that sexy line down the middle of my abs. Needless to say I think I'm hella good looking now.
I'm about 5'6 1/2", slender, with pretty nice boobs -- BB -- not as big as hers, but they're nicely rounded and a decent handful. My ass is a little bigger than hers, probably by a few inches, but well shaped and toned. I have long straight black hair, layered though, the longest of which goes down to about mid-breast, and brown eyes and skin to match.
Graduation wasn't as big and dramatic as most people play it out to be, but I did feel freer, at 18 I had the "the world is my oyster" feeling. And I knew I'd see the people I cared about over summer, even though I really only cared about her.Alayna and I had become pretty close by then; she helped me w/ the weight thing and we helped each other through a lot of family troubles. I remember one big fight between my father and me and my siblings got me so upset I snuck out my window after I locked my door and ran about a mile and a half to her house, in my pjs. I think I was kinda smelly and sweaty but she didn't care, she just hugged me and held me, not saying anything, not expecting anything; just holding and listening to me.
One day, my dad was out of town, so my sister was spending the night at her boyfriend's and my brother was out partying, and he wasn't the designated driver so I had the house to myself. I called up Alayna. Her aunt was out of town visiting other family with her cousins and they wouldn't be back until around noon the next day. I picked her up and we drove around for a little bit, catching up. I found myself stealing every glance at her I could. She wouldn't be looking at me though, I guess she didn't see the point since I was driving, but I didn't mind, I'd just look at her eyes staring out onto the road.
We stopped at the park (because there isn't much else to do in our city), and as we were walking to the playground area I just kept my eyes on her, and several times I had to stop myself from putting my hands on her; the small of her back was so tempting. Don't get me wrong, we weren't restricted to our own little personal space bubble; we always played around with each other, hitting and slapping and such, and she was a little touchy, but I just wasn't that way. I thought I was straight as an arrow anyway, even though I'd never had a boyfriend or kissed a boy for that matter; and I thought this sort of attraction to her was just me thinking my friend was really pretty.
Since both of our folks were out of town, we decided she'd spend the night at my place. We watched tv for a while, just sitting on my unusually proportioned couch. It's just really wide, if I stretch my legs out there's still about a foot of couch left, and it runs the length of the short wall, so you could fit about one and a half of me laying down on it. I sat at the end, sort of snuggling up to the arm of the couch and she sat in the middle, propping her elbow up on the back rest.
After a couple hours we were getting a little tired and bored, and I was hugging a pillow, so she took it from under my arm and situated it and her head on my lap. My heart started beating faster and I adjusted underneath her to distract myself from it. She grabbed my phone off the floor and started flipping through stuff.
"What're you doing" I asked lazily, slurring a little bit cause I was tired.
"Nothing," she said in a tired but playful tone. I was aware of my increasing heart beat again.
I don't really like people sifting through my phone, just a quirk I guess. So I grabbed my phone through her hand and flipped it closed. She put the phone down next to her, but instead of letting go she weaved her fingers in between mine. We held there for what seemed like forever, my hand over hers, electricity pulsing through me, and I could feel my nipples hardening a little and I could feel a light throb in my clit. I had no idea how she felt, because like I said she was naturally touchy and playful, but my mind was racing.
What should I do? Does this even mean anything?
Quickly, but hating myself for it, I let go and grabbed the remote. I switched the input of the surround sound to the iPod, and I started playing a playlist I made for parties and dancing and whatnot. Some upbeat hiphop but mostly good slow grinding and R&Bsongs. We chatted through some songs, but then Get Low by Lil Jon n the East Side Boyz started, which brought us back to middle school dance days, and immediately we ditched our little "moment", got up and started dancing. Call it lame cause we were by ourselves, but for us it was being stupid and having fun.
We were dancing for a while, I'd say for 7 or 8 songs, getting closer at times but I'd pull away. I didn't really know how much space was right for friends …I'd always had crushes on boys, but I'd never been with one, and she had an on-again off-again but currently on-again boyfriend, but he lived in The Valley somewhere.
And then my song came on. Tell Me by Bobby Valentino always makes me want to get down, but for this situation, since it was just the two of us and we'd been dancing for a while, and it was such an intoxicating song, I argued with myself between getting closer and keep going or taking a break.
Suddenly she was getting closer to me, and turned around so her perfect ass was grinding on my frontside, her hand finding its way to the back of my neck and pulling me to her. I didn't know what she was thinking - if she was just into the song or if she was into me - but I didn't stop, only hesitated for a split second. I let myself get lost in the song, in her. We were grinding, feeling our bodies move on each other, hips in constant contact, my nipples rubbing on her shoulder blades when she arched her back. I was getting so wet I thought I felt it forming on my jeans. Something had come over me and I turned her around and our legs found their place between each other.
I thought the we'd been dancing for forever but the song was barely thru the first verse, as I stared at her, and I felt like I was looking at green fire, flames burning bright in my eyes, but I couldn't look away. I gained better control of myself but decided to make a bold move, and moved even closer to her, gently cupping the back of her neck and brought our faces closer, slightly sweaty, but damn it was so sexy. God, if I wasn't dancing I'd've been shaking from the excitement. Electricity pulsed through my finger tips grazing over my nipples and stabbing at my pussy,making me even more wet.
Our faces were forehead to forehead, still staring at each other, her eyes bore into my soul and thoughts of love filtered into my head. Our mouths were open, breathing heavily and lips grazing as we gyrated, trying to combine our bodies. Her hands heated my hips and thighs, traveling the length of my back. I moved my hand slightly, so it was on the side of her head, my left thumb on the back of her cheek by her ear, my index finger started lightly stroking the area behind her ear and she closed her eyes slightly, getting lost in my hands. My right hand outlined her body from the ass up; when I reached the side of her breast she opened her eyes wide, engulfing mine in a sea of green and she kissed me.
Those sultry soft lips locked onto mine and all my hesitation was gone. Damn were they soft. I focused both hands on her head, one grabbing her hair; I wanted to know I wasn't dreaming and that she was there, kissing me, me kissing her and -- wow she tasted so good.
My lips almost felt numb, they were tingling like when you sit on your leg for too long. I slipped my tongue in first, surprised by my authority. I think she was too, because she stopped for just a split second and then adjusted herself closer and moved her hands down my body. Trails of fire followed her fingertips as they wrapped around my hips, squeezing a little and then one traveling back up, over my shoulders and running through my hair.
Our tongues were dancing, exploring and devouring each other, I was trying to learn every crevice of her mouth. The hook of Tell Me rang in my head,
