As we walked, we talked about the days we'd had at our school, and, as is the norm, the conversation turned to sex. She talked at length about her old boyfriend, a boy of the sixth form, with whom she had had a long and troubled relationship, punctuated by many break ups, rebounds and the like. She described in detail her various sexual encounters with the boy, she had very little in the way of sexual inhibitions, and I think it probable that she didn't see me as a sexual being... at least, not then.
Unfortunately her words, unbeknownst to her, were taking their toll, and my erection began to press noticeably against the thin, grey material of my school trousers. A large tent which, as quickly and subtly as I could, I adjusted into a more discreet position. Not subtly enough, however, as I caught, in the corner of my vision, her sight-line shift down a little, accompanied by a slight widening of her enthralling eyes.
We continued to walk, paused in our discussion, and I took this opportunity to take in her beauty once more. Lustrous, dark red hair, tapering to an intricate plait, which lay on her left shoulder. Deep, green eyes, framed by lashes, a fine touch of a little makeup highlighting her most captivating features. Her figure, also, was something to behold. A perfect apple bottom swung from side to side as she paced, leading up to her angular shoulders, perfectly sized, soft but firm breasts, and a face adorned with that confident, skeptical smile, and a touch of sexy mischievousness that I had come to know so well. At this point I knew that above all else, I had to have her.
And that, unfortunately, is always as far as I got, as far, and no further. I would walk home with the most beautiful girl in existence, and then, as our ways parted, say good-bye and head home. She was my friend, one of my best, having known each other for years on end, and I was horrified at the thought at our relationship being potentially destroyed because I just couldn't help myself. There must, I thought, be a solution... and now I had finally found one.
We continued walking our normal route, chatting away as if all was normal, all be it with a few more glances towards my crotch from her, until we finally came to a section of our journey that took us through a small, secluded park. The park contained only one bench, was surrounded and completely interlaced by bushes and trees, and, most importantly, was utterly deserted. Eventually, five meters from the bench, I made my move.
"Hang one", I called, as I bent down to tie a shoelace I had deliberately trodden on to undo, "give me a moment". She stopped, turned, and smiled. That smile was all the motivation I needed. It was time to use my newly acquired tools.
