Note: This is my first story ever. Any and all comments welcome. Thanks.
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I had my head down on the bench, eyes closed, stoned out of my mind. There were six of us at the bench and pretty much all of us were in a similar state of repose as I was. We'd been wandering around town and fields, smoking, drinking, laughing and enjoying the crisp Autumn day. Now it was evening, the light had faded and we found ourselves in the nature park, hardly talking, slumped together for warmth as the air grew cooler. Every now and then Katie would nudge me in the ribs and hand me a joint as it went on it's route around the table. My mind was elsewhere, though, lost in the kaleidoscope thoughts and images of my inebriated mind.
One of the guys got up, muttering something about going to the shops, asking if anyone wanted him to get them anything. Katie sat up from her kowtow on the bench and began to pat her pockets in the search for money. Nothing in her coat pockets so she checked her jeans, leaning against me and sliding her hand between us to reach the pocket. I didn't really notice, I was too far gone into my own world. I heard the vague sound of her voice cursing under her breath as she realised she had no money. Sighing she placed her hands in her lap to keep them warm and rested her head back on the table. The crunch of footsteps on frosty grass slowly faded, and then we were five.
Silent minutes passed, each lost in their own reverie, each with their head rested on the table top. It must've looked strange, as though we'd all been drugged and fallen down, slumped face first against the time-worn wood. We were just stoned, though. To the right of me I felt Katie shift around a bit, getting comfortable. Her leg pressed against mine and I enjoyed the extra warmth it gave to my cold limb. The wind breezed through the trees around us as the night grew darker, making it almost impossible to see the other side of the bench, let alone anything else.
I heard a faint rustle of Katie's coat next to me, then felt a warmth on my knee under the bench. I had no idea what it was until it began to move slowly up and down a few inches. It was her hand, stroking my leg. I wondered what she was doing, if she'd somehow mistaken my leg for her own. I felt embarrassed. What if the others realised what she was doing? They must be able to hear the faint crinkle of her coat as she moved her arm back and forth slowly, gently running her hand from my knee a few inches up my thigh and then back again. They'd make my life living hell if they clocked it. Katie wasn't well liked, just tolerated from time to time, seen as something of a moocher.
Still the hand stayed on my leg, tracing it's course up and down my thigh. I didn't know what to do. I'd always been a shy person and to speak up and out at anyone was alien to me. I felt I'd be laughed at, shunned. So I stayed still, my mind running a million miles an hour, focused completely on the sensation of that hand caressing my knee and thigh, wondering, hoping that any minute now Katie would realise that it was my leg, not hers. Now I'm not gay, but Katie was far from my type and I viewed her with distrust, almost distaste. She was flamboyant, sexually overt and passionate, prone to outbursts of anger. Not my type at all. I didn't know what to do so I froze, did nothing.
Her hand began to trace higher up my leg, her fingers curling around my inner thigh then sliding back down to my knee only to come up again, inching higher yet. Despite myself I felt my cock twitch and my cheeks burned as I blushed in the darkness. I felt stupid for blushing, knowing no one could see the redness of my cheeks, the hand stroking my thigh, and yet fearing that somehow they all could, they all knew. Try as I might to stop it, my cock was becoming fully erect now, pressing painfully against the fabric of my jeans as it swelled and grew, lying down the side of my leg. Any moment she would notice, couldn't fail to realise. No sooner had this thought arrived than her hand slid up my leg further still and her fingers brushed against the bulge that was forming down the side of my jeans.
I breathed in suddenly, the sound seeming harsh and overly loud in the darkness. I cut it off as quickly as I started it and my cheeks burned brighter, my stomach churning, hoping against hope that no one had heard it, least of all Katie. Her hand stopped for a moment, seemingly in surprise, then she gently squeezed my cock through the fabric and ran her hand back down my leg to my knee. My cock pushed even harder against my jeans and as if in reply her hand slid back up, running right over the length of my penis, all the way to the crotch, squeezing gently. I had to cough to stifle the moan that suddenly burst up to my mouth. Surely someone must've heard that. What was she doing? We were sitting at a bench with three other people, with a fourth on his way back at any moment. Surely she would stop as the situation dawned on her.
Her hand ran up and down the length of my leg a few more times, pressing her hand gently against my penis as she got to it, rubbing it through the fabric. Then she stopped, her hand cupping me, squeezing and rubbing. I felt as though I was going to explode. I didn't really understand what was going on here but I was too scared to do anything about it, trying hard not to enjoy the wicked sensations despite myself. Slowly she moved her hand fully on to my crotch, her fingers delving down between my legs and caressing my balls while her palm rubbed against my shaft. My cock was throbbing and my breathing had become ragged. I didn't dare lift my head up to see if the others were watching, convinced in my mind that they were, sneering and smirking at my helplessness in the face of Katie's onslaught.
