Does She Not Know Angle 02

AUTHOR'S NOTE

This is a 3 part story written in an experimental style.

If you are not starting with part 1, it is HIGHLY recommended that you read all three parts IN ORDER.

This is important to understanding the story itself and what I was hoping to accomplish.

I hope you enjoy the story, and I would be grateful for feedback regarding it and the style that I chose.

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It was over a year ago, but it's like he's reading from a page. He's staring at nothing. Completely absorbed in his memory.

I don't want to mess this up. I better stay quiet and hidden.

Yes, I did change my style. I wanted to start being noticed. I wanted to draw someone's eye. I wanted to be considered attractive to someone, but not just anyone. It had to be someone who meant something to me. Someone whose opinion mattered, and you were the only one.

He did notice when I stopped wearing a bra. I always wondered when that first happened.

You're close, but, yeah, you're no authority on cup sizes. I wore double-A cups, and they weren't doing me any favors in school, but I tried to not let that bother me, since I was not interested in anyone, anyway.

Heh heh heh. "Suspiciously loose." I bought those exactly because of how loose they were. I wanted you to see me. I wanted you to want to see me.

Everything I needed was at home. You understood, even if you didn't know exactly what I thought.

I don't think I'd call it careless. When it was just the two of us, I often resisted the urge to make sure I wasn't exposed. I wanted you to see. But I appreciate your doubt.

I did consider exercising with you, but because I wanted to be around you more. Not because I wanted to exercise. But you wanted to get stronger, and I wanted to see you get stronger. I wanted you to feel stronger. I wanted to help you become better.

Laying on your back felt surprisingly good. "Perfect fit", indeed. I was entirely comfortable.

Trust me, I was equally aware that I was against a man's body.

I climbed onto your back on a whim, but I think I just wanted to feel you against me again. It was a good excuse to hug you.

I did relish my breasts pressing against you.

I thought the arm wrestling idea was silly at first, but it let me hold your hand, at least for a short time.

I wasn't even trying to flash you, then.

I was ambiguous because I was afraid of looking desperate and slutty to you. I knew you didn't like those kinds of girls.

I had to tease you a little to keep my feelings in check. I was starting to fall for you, and I hadn't quite realized it, yet.

Mom and dad coming home always ruined the atmosphere. I wanted it to be just the two of us all the time.

There was never a need to ask me to be against you. I was happy for the excuse.

It's so funny that I was genuinely accidentally flashing him during the arm wrestling.

"In just the right position," with some effort- You mean, that was...? That night? The same..."

A sleeping fantasy. How ironic.

You'll never know how much I appreciate the fact that you love my breasts so much.

You came that quickly thinking of them? Am I blushing?

Oh, my god. You had just finished jacking off when that happened? I wish I had known. You accidentally seeing me in just my panties made me so horny. If I had known you looked back at me and known you'd just jacked off, I would have fingered myself so much harder that night.

We masturbated to each other for the first time on the same night. That's so wonderful. I love that.

I know my ass is nothing extraordinary, but you never made me feel like it wasn't good enough. God, I'm gonna start crying if I'm not careful.

You don't know how much I was resisting. I wanted to touch you so much more than that. I didn't want to come on too strong.

"Would it become odd..." I wanted it badly, but I expected nothing. I couldn't help but notice.

I felt shivers every time your hand touched me.

"Normal human contact." We were both starved for it.

Oh, the day of the oscillating fan. I'll never forget that day. I was genuinely trying to cool off, but I was also waiting for you. I would have laid there all day if I'd needed to. Or at least until mom and dad came home.

I was very aware of how exposed I was. I wish you had reached in and touched them.

I appreciate your self-control. I never doubted you cared, but your self-control only reaffirmed it for me, even though it was frustrating at times.

Beneath my armpit? Interesting.

I had to work up some nerve to lie down and do that, but I wanted to show you more. I wanted to make sure you saw me.

Yeah, my arm got tired and my top not cooperating almost got me flustered, but I was so relieved when it worked.

Oh, my dear. I would have been quite pleased to have you jerk off right there. I would have stayed as I was and let you. I would have let you do so much more.

Even after all we've done, hearing how good he thought I looked still makes me blush. I'm so hopeless.

It scared me for a moment when you left. I feared you might not come back. I was afraid I might have repulsed you somehow. Then I thought you might have been just being courteous of me, which wasn't much better. Your return made me happy.

Heh heh. If you were a perv, then what did that make me?

I actually did doze off briefly, but you asking if I wanted to play a game roused me. I just ignored you. I was already enjoying a game, after all.

Silly boys, thinking they can play such things off convincingly. So cute.

So much effort for something ultimately so unnecessary.

Your poke startled me, but I didn't outwardly react, thankfully.

I needed to change positions and it seemed more realistic that I would have made at least some kind of reaction. My breast ending up exposed was fortunate. I didn't know what to expect with the fan blowing so much.

"Cute and sexy." I love you so much.

Oh, my heart aches for you, but I was grateful for every moment of that. It wasn't awful or disgusting to me. It was a fantasy come true.

That touch was unexpected, but it was what made that day one of the best of my life. My body was electric. Such a tiny thing, but it made me immediately wet for you. Not moving was torture.

"Thing of perfect beauty." Don't start crying. Keep it together.

I had such mixed feelings when you covered me back up. I wanted you to see me and enjoy me, but your compassion warmed my heart. I couldn't fault you for it.

I had dozed off again while you played the game.

"Seeming to be none the wiser." I was very convincing then, but we both know better now, don't we?

I loved you holding my feet. Warming my toes in your hands. So considerate.

Of course, I wanted to play another movie. It meant spending more time with you. Touching you. I wanted you to hold me in your arms but I didn't know if that would have been going too far. If I knew then what I know now...

But I made sure I got those arms before the night was over. Something else to think about while I touched myself before falling asleep.

Oh, my god. He thought about it, too. Oh, no. I'm tearing up. Stop.

"The kind you wanted to get from a girl." You're killing me. Damn it.

I guess you didn't catch on to my double meaning in saying that. I didn't want what was happening between us to plateau, and I wanted you to be bolder. I wanted you to take more initiative.

Yes, I was cheering you on. You were becoming more muscular. Sexier. I wanted more of that in my life. And, yes, I wanted it pressed tight against me. I wanted to feel your body move across mine, and I wanted you to want it.

You felt my heartbeat, but you didn't feel how wet I was.

"Up your game."

I absolutely noticed your nipple. I deliberately brushed over it. Just a pity I couldn't do more.

Oh, yes. Shopping day. Another of my favorite days.

Heh heh. "Fear." What would you have had to fear from me?

I wanted to get a new outfit, but I was getting it for you. I wanted it to be one you liked.

I do enjoy biting you. ... Having you in my mouth... Okay, focus.

I didn't want your fashion advice. I wanted you to pick something you liked.

Sweet boy. I heard what you said quite clearly. I just didn't want to give up my excuse to keep biting you.

Oh. He knew they were Keds. Interesting.

That is when I looked in his phone. I was so shocked to see those pictures of me. I flushed warm and my heart raced.

That's what he was doing while my eyes were shut. I had no idea at the time.

I emailed them to myself and then erased all evidence of it. It was the most nervous I'd ever been up to that point. I had no idea if you might walk in on me.

Wanting you to drive. Seems like such a little thing, but we were on a date, as far as I was concerned, and I wanted my man to drive.

I really did want to help you become a better man. Not just for me...

I wanted to feel like a girl. It was silly, I guess, in retrospect, but I wanted a skirt. Something girly.

I wasn't sure if I would still see you once the year was over. I didn't know if you would leave for college or even if I would.

I wanted to change my relationship with you while I still could. I wanted to make some dreams come true before leaving, so I wouldn't regret it.

I knew you would not try to put me in anything slutty. Although, that tartan did make me question it for a few seconds. Heh heh. But I knew you were joking, in the end.

Boys will be boys. To be fair, I thought almost exactly the same thing. I fully intended to "accidentally" flash you in that skirt.

I still don't know what "Talia" meant. I was going to look it up, but I completely forgot.

I had hoped you saw my shorts drop. It was a little thrilling to be in my panties with you just on the other side of that curtain. Nothing stopping you from being able to pull it aside and look in. I decided that would be a fantasy for bedtime later that night.

He thought it looked that good on me? How sweet. I wish he'd told me.

Believe me, if I hadn't planned to try on clothes, I would have left the bra at home. Actually, I probably wouldn't have. I was still not very comfortable being braless in public while wearing certain things. I still had some hangups about my breast size.

Yes, I got dressed up for you, so now it was the part of the date where we went out to eat. I'm happy you were so considerate of my finances, even though I was hoping for a restaurant.

Heh heh. Of course, I wanted your attention. I always wanted your attention.

He read me exactly. Ha. "Game on."

Aw, he was taking care not to hurt me. I don't know why I'm so surprised by that.

"Half-heartedly." Yeah, I was torn. I wanted to play, but I also wanted you to hold my foot again. I loved letting you do things to me. I wished you'd done more.

I did feel you get hard against my foot. It made my heart flutter. It wasn't weird at all. I loved it, and I wanted you to know I was okay with it. That's why I left my foot there after you moved back. I'm sad that you didn't recognize that.

Oh, not as clever as you thought you were. I knew exactly what I was doing. I just didn't want you to know it.

I wanted you to do more than just see my ass, but I knew that was hoping for too much.

I was so preoccupied with thoughts of you seeing my ass, I didn't even think about you being able to see my pussy, as well. Lucky bonus, I guess.

I noticed you adjusting yourself. You guys aren't as discreet as you think. We just don't say anything.

I wasn't hiding from you. I just wanted to cozy up on your lap. Or as close to that as I could get.

I needed to change positions, but I also wanted to give you more to look at.

It really took you that long to notice I wasn't wearing a bra anymore? I'd feel crushed if I didn't know any better.

Oh, to have reached up to have grabbed that boner. The things we would have done...

I did catch you staring at my tits. Very careless of you, but what a serendipitous eyelash that was.

So many missed opportunities to grab your boners.

Mom and dad ruining the mood, again. What could we do?

Little did I know that I had just shoulder-bumped someone who had just finished masturbating to my pictures.

I always wanted more of your attention.

That's why you mowed the lawn? What were you taking a precaution against?

Yes, I was watching you through the window. You were shirtless in the sun. Working up a sweat. I wanted you inside with me, but I was enjoying the view.

"Ogling mishap." Missed opportunity.

Not gross at all. I couldn't help but touch you. Your muscles were getting bigger and you were just so... masculine at that moment. You didn't see me taste your sweat.

For the briefest of moments, I imagined us married while I cooked. I imagined it was our house, with no one else. And then I was a little sad because it wasn't true.

Ha ha. By design. I wanted you to see my ass and crotch.

Technically true. I was happy to let you see me, but I knew I'd have to do things differently when wearing it around other people.

No. I wasn't insinuating that I knew you peeked. Just making conversation.

A ticking time bomb is exactly how it felt for me. I still had no idea what I would do, because I didn't know what you were going to do. It felt like I would never be ready and everything was going to suddenly explode into chaos at the end of the year.

You don't know how much I loved that Freudian slip. My heart lept. It was a spark of joy. A ray of sunshine.

I almost couldn't contain myself knowing you also wanted us to live together.

I definitely noticed the "with you." It echoed through my soul.

I wished you could have been the responsible one from the beginning, but we both knew that was not going to work, but I was happy you took over as soon as you could. I'm glad you were so eager to. Becoming more of the man I wanted.

I felt the same every time you touched me.

Oh, my god. That night. I was startled by the door opening, but the sight of you... My first time seeing you in your underwear. Fitting your form. So clearly showing me the bulge of your dick.

My brain short circuited. I'd completely forgotten what I was going to say. I still don't remember. All I remember is masturbating that night. Fantasizing that you pulled me into your room and...

I knew I had to be bolder. Flashing and teasing were not going to cut it anymore.

I was moving slower because I was working up the courage to take that next step. I was finally going to start letting you know how I felt, but I still didn't feel right just blurting it out. I wasn't prepared to take that risk. The risk of you rejecting me. Even if it was a ridiculous fear.

I was kneeling on top of you completely naked. It was so invigorating knowing you didn't know it. I was immediately wet. I was so ready, but I had to keep control.

Yes, that was my bare skin. My head was foggy once I'd pressed my breasts against your back. I was excited and nervous. I was ready.

It's so true. The more I looked at that picture, the more I fell in love with it.

Oh, that touch.

"Subtly frightening." I mean it in only the best way, and I don't think I can ever forget that touch.

That's funny. I had no suspicion at all. I just wanted to know more about you.

It's still hard to believe I actually asked you that, but I was so high on the moment. I had imagined you stroking yourself while looking at those pictures, and I just had to know if you really did.

I know you'd never lie to me. I've never once doubted your honesty.

And I'd hoped the one I loved was your favorite.

That was a moan. It slipped out unexpectedly. My mind was in another fog, and I wanted what I imagined to be a reality. I wanted to see it with my own eyes. I wanted proof.

Seeing your cock for the first time... The way it sprung out, so strong and beautiful. I wanted to touch it so badly, but it wasn't time.

Oh, when you leaned back on me. Your weight pressing me. Forcing my body into the cushion.

I also wished you were turned around.

Your precum fascinated me.

Ever considerate.

The idea of you cumming into my panties turned me on. I'm such a pervert for you.

The moment you realized I was nude.

I couldn't take my eyes off your cock as you came. The way your hips bobbed slightly with each ejaculation.

Your grunting was unexpectedly satisfying.

It was another bold question, but I wanted to know your mind. Your deepest fantasies. I wanted to know your most depraved thoughts about me.

I did put them on, later. I was curious about how it would feel, but I didn't keep them on. I considered licking them, but I didn't want that to be the first time I tasted you.

I was so fucking horny for you. I wanted to hear every graphic detail. I masturbated so hard after that.

Oh, my god. How does he remember that, word for word? Is it really so burned into his memory?

I suppose I'm glad you didn't spend yourself. You saved it up just for me.

I walked back to my room naked. I wouldn't have minded if you'd looked, but I'm glad you didn't. I love your restraint.

I was almost dripping when I got back to my room. I had to bury my face in a pillow to make sure you didn't hear my crying out in orgasm.

I had to stay in my room because I wasn't sure if I could control myself if I saw you again. Plus I masturbated three more times before the night was over.

The day I touched your dick for the first time. Another day I'll never forget.

I wasn't trying to test your resolve. I just wanted to take my time. I was thinking about what I would do to you. Deciding how far I wanted to go.

It became very evident. I love seeing you become aroused for me. It makes me feel wonderful.

Of course, I noticed your hips rising, but I appreciated that you wanted to try to keep to my rules, even when it was necessary to break them.

I did inhale deeply. I wanted to experience you with all of my senses. It was a lovely mildly musky scent.

I was high on anticipation. I was about to touch your dick for the very first time, and I didn't want to rush into it.

I wanted to study it. I imagined the sensations you might have been experiencing. Trying to put myself in your position. If I had a dick, what might feel good to me?

I held it tight because I could feel your blood pulsing through, and it amazed me. It was your heartbeat but so far from your heart.

I love your scent.

My first taste of you. Finally having you in my mouth. I wasn't sure what to expect.

This silky, meaty, hot, rubbery thing in my mouth. It was so strange and pleasant. The way it filled my mouth. Fulfilling.

I could tell when you were about to come. I was paying close attention to every change you went through. Every breath. Every muscle twitch.

Oh, my god, the experience of you cumming in my mouth. On a certain level, it was like validation. A kind of approval. But you were also offering me a part of yourself. This gift of you that I could keep.

I didn't want to lose any of it.

Yeah. I was curious. I'd heard things about how guys felt about tasting their own cum. Not wanting to kiss a girl after a blowjob. I wanted to know how you felt. How far would you be willing to go for me?

But I wasn't about to give up what you gave me. That was mine. I wanted all of it.

"Willing?" My willingness was never a question in my mind. I wanted it. I wanted all of you. And I wanted you to know that.

"Ecstacy." Oh, I'm gonna tear up again.

I wanted that to be a special, isolated thing. A singular memory, so I tried to make the rest of the day normal.

Your admiration means so much to me.

My heart nearly stopped the first time you told me how much I was what you wanted in a girlfriend, but I didn't know you felt that way so soon. I'm sorry it made you worry, though.