The One That Never Was.

Lucy….OH. MY GOD. "ittle Lucy! Piercing green eyes, black hair and holy shit…did I have the most immense teenage crush on her! The number of times I watched her in the showers. The times I smelled her panties, and the times my clit got sore from rubbing off over her! But it was never to be. Not even during sleepovers during sexual dares. Spin the fucking bottle never conspired to put me and her in the closet even for five minutes of snogging. Never did it make us feel one another’s boobs….or anywhere else for that matter. Fucking bottle! 

But when I met her in the village the other day for the first time since we left school, at least I got a hug. And that was a damn sight more than anything I’d had before! 

I drove her back to my home, and she remarked on how well I’m doing. Then we sat in my den opposite one another and chatted, like only old friends can, about school. As she gabbled on, mentioning other girls, and Sisters of the Order (some of whom I’ve tried very hard to forget), she settled back into the leather armchair just enough for me to see up her dress. Oh... I didn’t get a panty flash…at least, not quite. Another couple of millimeters and…well..who knows?

“…….the most immense crush on you.” Huh? What? What did she say? 

“I said--and don’t laugh--I had the most immense crush on you when I was 15.” (Ffffuuuuuuuuuck! Fucking arseholinghairyfuckingbollocks!) 

“Er….oh! Really? Crush as in…?” I find girls excel at the half-finished, open-ended question that allows the responder to take it any way they want.

“As in I’d wank myself to death thinking about you! I just wanted to hold you…touch you…kiss you…and more. A lot more.” 

(Aaaaaahhhhhhg! Fucking aaaaaaagggghhhh!) 

“But you never …that is, you never gave me the slightest impression that you thought of me like that.”

“Well….fuck no! I mean... what if you hadn’t been interested? Worse still…what if you started the rumour that I was a fucking lez? I mean…I’m not a lez…but well, girls go through a phase, right? And you …..you... were definitely... my phase.” 

(Well, I had to try, didn’t I?) “Maybe you’re bi? Maybe you’re still bi? Or at least, still bi...curious?” (Oh please please please fucking please!) 

“Nah. It was just a phase. I’m 100% cock-mad now. I’ve had opportunities to see if I am bi, or even bi curious, but I’m definitely not.” 

And then God played his little joker card, and caused Lucy to describe, in lurid detail, what she used to imagine us doing, and all the while, I sat there in my ever-dampening panties, trying not to get my skirt wet as well. I swear, by the time she had finished, my clit was rock-solid and buzzing like fuck! I could even feel myself contracting and relaxing inside. Then she took a quick look at her watch and exclaime ,“Oh fuck! Look at the time. I’ve got to run. No, don’t get up…I’ll find my own way out."

'Don’t get up?' I couldn’t walk if I tried! The only thing I could do was spread my legs and jam my hand inside my panties to finish myself off, while Miss Brain played a rather delicious compilation video of me watching Lucy in the showers while smelling her panties at the same time. It wasn’t a long mental video..but then, it didn’t need to be! 

What a blast of an orgasm though. It shook me, and the chair I was sitting on! 

Oh well…ships that pass in the night and all that! 

...shows the value of communication and living in the ‘now’ though, doesn’t it...?