Never have I feared anything in my life, especially amongst friends. But one day something extraordinary happens, something I cannot explain or jots down on a piece of plan paper between two people with basically the same exact things in common.
Lesley is an exchange student from France that no one in school really enjoys being around, nor cares too much for because of her tom-boyish features and arrogant ways about this pretty girl.
In gym class I would find myself unconsciously preying Lesley's fascinating mind and body, excepting the thought that she was a loner, gifted tumbler and rope climber. Extraordinary biceps, leg muscles, and small chest size that could very easily fit inside my tiny hands.
Even after gym class I found myself admiring this French girls fine features down stairs in the locker room, gloating over the small patch of body hair of jet-black between her legs and tiny almond nipples centered perfectly atop her petite tiny breasts. Compared to my own, two sizes too small. But overall she is a perfect 10! Tossing and churning each and every night I lay my pretty head to rest I would think about Lesley, constantly figuring out in my head why I am so damn attracted to this powerful girl with not so much sex appeal or even a glimpse of smarts. Having being held back a year (12th grade) in France due to lack of concentration to details.
Sometimes I would awaken in a pool of sweat, dreaming about her with sexual pleasures in mind. Obeying her every wild thought and commanding voice during my nightly cravings that would always make me feel like I was, too, so gifted in many ways. Walking her to every class and in two of them I would sit directly behind Lesley to eyeball her naked spine bone. Glance down the opening of her loose jeans and discover that Lesley wore no undies, and the softness of her deep dark short hair I want desperately to touch and comb.
Never have I felt so spontaneous, so torn apart by her manly walk, her openly minded words even if they do hurt people that I once was so close too. Now more distant than ever.
Lesley was the type that would tell you what she thought, what she wants to do, and get inside your head with mixed emotions raging between her ears of what her desires are and how many of them she wants to share. But even as I leave for home I unconsciously vision her and me in the middle of a cornfield covered in dirt or in my bed where we play spin the bottle together, alone on my canopy bed wearing only our T-shirt and see-thru bikini underwear. Yearning to hear a bit more of that sexy accent of hers.
Her voice can be rough and dangerous at times and other times so delicately sweet and very possessive and deceiving. So deceiving that I find myself with one hand down the front of my tight pants when a teacher would call on her to answer a question and responding with an off the wall answer. Knowing now why I wasn't really attracted to boys like I thought I was.
Finely I broke down the barrier, internal walls of Lesley's mind, when we were all alone in the locker room after volleyball practice. Both hot and sweaty after the loss last night that Miss Smith wasn't appreciative of our performance with the team we should have scored more points against. But the only scoring I am able to concentrate on right now is with this lovely girl standing naked under the misty steamy water, with uncanny curves that she shouldn't have, but does. My body was feeling quite irritable, numb, quite obnoxious and stimulated by the way she was washing her breasts and small patch of hairs with the wet cloth in such a manner. Like she was inviting me in her own careful way for me to come and soothe her creamy soft flesh.
My body continues to absorb this creature from across the high sea. Witness the antics in her cluttered mind, and to desire the wholesome and innocent stares she sends to my visions as I undress myself from the tight shorts and soiled shirt without as much as a bat of my lovely eyes. Studying her all the more as my tan body works closer to her, trembling, of warm kind vibes that spreads to her as well. Viewing the weakness she yearns to shield from the world, shield from me right now. But the closer I become to this wonderful feline exposing herself to me, the more exceptable, more vondable she gets. Desiring my well-rounded bosoms with two rosy tips and fullness below my sunken navel, trimmed to perfection in a modest triangular style of dishwater blonde.
As my hands reacted to hers, I felt a sensation mounting. Kind that only two in love can enjoy. Wrapping my arm around her neck as I felt Lesley's hard nipples against mine, her fingers on my hips and working gingerly downward to my wet vagina as my lips casually connect with hers and pierce the tongue loosely inside my mouth with a tender bite. Bite not too hard or soft. Then touching each other all over under the hot water, both relishing the thought of each other's tongue working between our limber legs or nestling one another's bosoms to endure we both want to feel.
