THAT
THURSDAY AFTERNOON
By
Mavis Applewater
August
2001
Disclaimers: Better know
as sex,violence and roadtrips. If you
are looking for a story without sexual situations between two consenting adult
women, you've come to the wrong place bucko.
I suggest that you look else where for your entertainment. If for any reason it is illegal for you to
view this material, you must leave now.
The characters and story belong to little old me and can not be
reproduced without my consent. Anyone
know where I can find a Xena lunchbox?
Nothing to do with the story just curious?
Thanks
to my beta reader Joanne.
As
Always For Heather
PART
ONE
Gelya jumped when the tall form
stepped into her office.
"Brenna?" she choked out.
She hadn’t seen the taller woman since they graduated from St. Mark’s
over ten years ago. St. Mark’s, the
private Catholic high school locked away in the small town where the two women
had grown up.
Gelya was an outsider there and most
of her classmates let her know it.
There was one notable exception - Brenna. The tall dark haired senior was different. Brenna always treated Gelya in a friendly
manner, even though the two were as different as night and day. Brenna came from one of the wealthiest
families in town while smaller fair-haired Gelya’s family came from the wrong
side of the tracks. The only reason the
two girls attended the same high school was due to a scholarship earned by
Gelya’s hard work.
For almost four years their paths
crossed occasionally. When this happened their exchanges had always been warm
and friendly, even though it was clear that they weren't friends. One of them was a studious loner while the
other was constantly surrounded by the best and brightest. Perhaps that was why the events of that
Thursday afternoon were so unexpected.
PART
TWO
The school day was over and Gelya
was in no hurry to head home. Her
parents were gone for the night and she didn't have to work. Gelya decided to relax for a minute and
enjoy the warm weather. She plopped
herself down under a tree on the school's front lawn. Once seated, she tugged at her pleated skirt, wondering once
again why the uptight school insisted on girls wearing such revealing
skirts. Pulling her notebook from her
backpack, she decided to get a head start on her homework.
As she studied her math problems a
shadow crept across her textbook.
Annoyed, she flashed her green eyes up.
The first sight she could see clearly was the pair of long firm legs
standing before her. "Hey," a
deep voice addressed her. Gelya snapped
out of her admiration of the pair of legs, thinking that perhaps there was
something good about the school's dress code after all. She found herself staring into the crystal
blue eyes that she knew were waiting for her.
It wasn't a lucky guess. Gelya was well aquainted with the sight of
Brenna's legs. The young blonde had
stolen enough glances at the endless gams over the past four years to commit
them to memory. "Hi," Gelya
answered brightly as a silly lopsided grin sprung out before she could stop it.
PART
THREE
Gelya was sitting on Brenna's bed,
her heart beating wildly. She was not
only in the house of the most popular girl in school but she was sitting on her
bed. The afternoon had started out
innocently enough. Brenna had sat down
next to her on the lawn and they began to chat. It was a rare occurrence but not unheard of. As they discussed the heavy course load they
were facing in their last year, Gelya felt on top of the world. Brenna was the one who brought up the math
homework and somehow they decided to study together that day.
As they studied, Gelya found herself
very distracted by the sight of Brenna sitting cross-legged across from her on
the queen-sized bed. Brenna's thin
black necktie was undone and the standard white cotton dress shirt was unbuttoned
a little too far, letting her white lacy bra peek out. The short pleated skirt was hiked up,
revealing the edge of her panties.
Gelya had long ago accepted her
crush on this beautiful girl. She knew
that Brenna probably didn't share her feelings and so she kept them safely
locked away in her heart. Gelya would
only reveal them to herself in daydreams that revolved around kissing those
rich full lips. There were times at
night where she would lay alone in her bed and indulge her fantasies further.
At those times she had no problem
dealing with her feelings - she knew what she was. But at this moment in time her emerging sexuality was a big
problem. The object of her desire was
so close to her and was showing way too much skin for Gelya's comfort. Gelya tried to concentrate on their homework
as she felt her cotton panties becoming damper by the minute.
"Whew,"
Brenna blew out as she tossed her notes and textbook aside. "That was exhausting," she
exclaimed as she fell back slightly on the pillows piled up behind her. "If this class is any indication, our
senior year is going to be a real bugger."
"Tell
me about it," Gelya agreed as she watched the rise and fall of Brenna's
breasts.
"Thanks
for helping me with this today," Brenna said as she sat up slightly,
seemingly unaware that Gelya was peeking at her cleavage.
"No
problem," Gelya answered quickly as she moved her focus up to Brenna's
electrifying gaze. She instantly
regretted her choice as she felt her breathing catch. Quickly she turned away, pretending to look around Brenna's
bedroom while her breathing returned to normal. "Nice room," she complimented her hostess.
"Thanks." Brenna shrugged uncaringly. "Have you thought about what colleges
you’re going to apply for?"
"That's
all I've been thinking about," Gelya answered thoughtfully =as she
returned her focus to Brenna.
"With
your grades you should be able to get in anywhere you want," Brenna
pointed out. "I'm seriously
thinking about Stanford or Yale."
"Can't
decide which coast you want to be on?"
Gelya laughed.
"Not
really." Brenna sighed. "I prefer Stanford but the folks are
Yale alums and aren’t thrilled with their little girl moving to the other side
of the county, yada yada yada."
"Oh,"
was all Gelya could manage to say. It
was at times like this she realized what a huge gap existed between her world
and Brenna's.
"Why
so quiet Gelya?" Brenna asked her voice thick with concern.
"Nothing,"
Gelya answered quickly. "I should
get going."
"Bummer,"
Brenna sighed. "I'll get my
keys."
"That's
okay," Gelya declined the offer, suddenly feeling awkward. Brenna's stately home was within walking
distance of their school so they had simply walked from there. Now Brenna's offer to drive her to her own
home was making her uncomfortable.
Their house was a run down apartment building. She wasn't ashamed of where she lived because her parents
provided what they could. She just
wasn't overly happy with the thought of Brenna seeing where she lived. It was the same as the discussion about
where to go to school. Gelya didn't
feel comfortable telling Brenna that she’d end up going to State unless she
could get a full scholarship.
"Gelya?"
Brenna began in a serious tone.
"Did I do something wrong?"
"No,"
Gelya lied.
"So
why the sudden hurry to leave?" Brenna asked in a lighter tone. "Hot date?" She inquired as her left foot reached out to
poke the smaller woman in the ribs.
"No." Gelya giggled as she tried to push away the
offending appendage.
Brenna laughed as she kept up the
tickle fest. "So why are you in
such a hurry to ditch me?" she asked as she tickled the girl harder. "Am I boring you?"
"Stop
it," Gelya said with a mock growl as she finally snagged Brenna's
foot. An evil smile emerged as she held
the foot captive and began her own attack.
Brenna squirmed, trying to free herself from Gelya's assault.
The taller girl laughed wildly as
she yanked her foot free and lunged after Gelya. The blonde found herself squealing as she tried to evade Brenna's
attack. "Oh no," Gelya gasped
as she felt Brenna wrapping her arms around her.
"I
think you have some explaining to do," Brenna said in a mock growl as her
fingers began a slow torture of Gelya's rib cage.
Gelya laughed uncontrollably as
Brenna tickled her ribs unmercifully.
Gelya felt like her lungs would explode as she found herself caught
between hysterical laughter and an overheated libido. She found herself unable to fight back as her senses went into
overload.
Gelya could feel Brenna's breasts
pressed against her back. As the
tickling escalated, Gelya delighted in the feel of Brenna's body pressing even
closer to her. Gelya fought to suppress
the moan that was building up inside of her.
Brenna's hands roamed her body, occasionally slipping higher or lower
than her ribs.
Her body arched of it's own volition
as strong fingers accidentally brushed the swell of her breast and the curve of
her hips. Gelya knew that she needed to
put a stop to her companion’s innocent antics but she couldn't bring herself to
say anything. Brenna's touch felt too
good. It was intoxicating the way
Brenna's hands just seemed to know where to touch her.
Unexpectedly, large hands slid
around and cupped her breasts. Gelya
could feel her body heat rising as her breathing became erratic. Feeling the warm breath caressing her ear,
she couldn’t fight the overwhelming sense of need that was now pulsating
through her body. Uncertain, Gelya
simply tried to relax, knowing that whatever was happening felt good.
Her nipples became hard as Brenna
began to rub and squeeze Gelya's breasts.
As Brenna continued playing with the sensitive nubs, Gelya felt Brenna's
pelvis grinding into her backside. The
laughter had ceased and was replaced by heavy breathing.
Gelya licked her lips as she felt
Brenna's hands begin to slowly unbutton her white cotton blouse. She didn't know what to say or do. Brenna remained behind the smaller woman as
she tugged the blouse out of Gelya's skirt.
Gelya shivered as she felt the tiny kisses trailing a blaze down her
neck as her blouse was removed.
Gelya moaned, unable to stop it from
escaping this time. It felt so good
being touched by this woman. Their hips
had begun dancing together in a steady rhythm.
Brenna wasted no time removing Gelya's bra. Now naked from the waist up, Gelya felt the excitement
growing. Hands groped, feeling their
way across her bare abdomen to grasp her hips as she thrust backwards into the
touch.
Gelya was becoming dizzy as she felt
long strong fingers feeling their way underneath her skirt. The moans deepened although Gelya was
uncertain if it was Brenna or herself.
The only thing she knew was Brenna's hands sliding up her skirt to
caress her backside as their bodies moved together in a sensual rhythm.
Brenna slowly lowered Gelya's
panties down her thighs and then guided her back gently. Gelya found herself lying on her back as
Brenna straddled her hips. Neither of
them spoke as their eyes locked in an intense gaze. Gelya's heart raced as
she watched Brenna unbutton her own blouse.
She swallowed hard as she watched Brenna reveal herself.
Gelya found herself mesmerized by
Brenna's exposed breasts as the brunette removed her blouse and bra. Gelya thought that her heart would explode
as Brenna lowered herself to her.
Their breasts brushed against one another; nipples hardened from the
touch.
Gelya felt Brenna's body pressed
against her own and Brenna’s warm lips tasted her neck. Gelya's smaller hands felt their way down
Brenna's back and her fingers felt alive as they tingled from the
energy generated by Brenna's exposed flesh.
Feeling her way up and down the strong back, Gelya's mind struggled with
the burning need to kiss Brenna. She
had a deep-seated need to feel their lips melt together.
Brenna pulled
away from her slightly, her long raven tresses falling down across her bronze
skin. Gelya reached up to touch the two
nipples lightly. The two rose-colored
buds became erect from her touch and Brenna's crystal blue orbs fluttered shut
as Gelya increased her touch.
She could feel
Brenna shudder as her tongue snaked out and flicked across one nipple, while
she captured the other breast with the palm of her hand. Brenna ran her hand through Gelya's long blonde
hair, moaning as Gelya treated herself to a more in depth exploration of
Brenna's breast.
Brenna gently
lowered Gelya back onto the bedding.
She ran her hands over Gelya's body caressing every inch of exposed
flesh. Her hands slipped down to feel
their way to the cotton panties that were still resting on Gelya's firm
thighs. Her fingers paused briefly at
the elastic waistband. Her crystal blue
orbs flashed brilliantly as she looked down into Gelya's emerald green eyes.
Gelya’s eyes
flashed their acceptance as she slipped her hands under Brenna's pleated
skirt. Their eyes locked in a steady
gaze as they removed each other’s panties.
Clad only in their skirts and white bobby socks, they found themselves
locked in a passionate kiss. Gelya felt
Brenna's tongue brush against her lower lip.
Gelya invited
Brenna in by opening her lips and her thighs.
Brenna pressed against the small blonde as her tongue entered Gelya's
mouth. Her fingers began a sweet exploration of Gelya's damp golden curls. Long fingers slid into the wetness that
awaited her touch. Gelya lost herself
in the passionate kiss, aware only of the beating of her heart and Brenna
gently stroking her clit.
Gelya’s legs
opened further, silently inviting Brenna to take whatever she wanted. Brenna snuggled her long form between Gelya's
thighs. Her heart was racing as Brenna
lifted her skirt higher. A pleading
groan sprang from deep within her. She
could feel a finger teasing her just outside of her opening. Her hips arched eagerly as Brenna entered
her carefully.
There seemed to
be a certain shyness surrounding her actions.
Gelya winced slightly as she felt a second finger join the first. "Are you . . . ," Brenna started
to ask in a trembling tone.
"I haven't . . . ," she tried to explain as she wondered
why she was just giving away her virginity so easily. The question quickly vanished as she felt Brenna's fingers
sliding gently in and out of her.
"Neither have I," Brenna said as she leaned forward and
captured Gelya's lips.
Brenna's rhythm
increased as Gelya found herself grabbing at the taller girl's backside. They found themselves melting together. Gelya needed more. She needed to feel and taste more; she needed to experience
everything that Brenna had to offer.
She carefully moved one of her hands between the legs of the woman on
top of her. Feeling the wetness that
instantly coated her fingers, she didn't hesitate to begin her own exploration
as Brenna continued to plunge in and out of her.
Nudging Brenna's
legs apart with her thigh, Gelya quickly slipped deeply into the wet passion
that seemed to be calling her. She felt
the resistance and understood completely as she slowed her movements. She looked up at the beautiful woman poised
above her. Brenna’s soft long hair
gently tickled her skin as she felt her breathing catch. As she looked into Brenna's eyes, she felt
lost. They remained locked in a heated
gaze as their hands simply acted on pure instinct.
Their wetness
grew as their fingers plunged in and out; the pace growing wild as moans
floated through the thick afternoon air.
Each felt their thighs trembling as their bodies arched. They were thrusting against each other in a
frantic need to give and receive as much pleasure as possible. Their voices rang out as each climaxed. They found themselves trembling as half
naked bodies collapsed together, clinging to one another.
Brenna began to
kiss the nape of Gelya's neck, tasting her way down the blonde's body. Brenna guided her to lie on her
stomach. Once again she felt Brenna's
hands lifting her skirt and her buttocks rose in response. She felt Brenna's wetness pressing into her,
Brenna's breasts grazing against her back, her hands feeling between Gelya
legs. Brenna kissed her way down
Gelya's back, her tongue feeling it's way down to a firm ass.
Gelya’s body
thrust back, offering itself up.
Brenna's tongue dipped in, tasting everywhere until she found herself
sampling Gelya's throbbing wetness from behind. Gelya rocked, thrilled to know that Brenna was below her, tasting
what she was doing to her. She felt
Brenna gripping her cheeks firmly as her tongue plunged into her deeply. Gelya bucked furiously as Brenna's mouth
took her deeply, driving her over the edge.
Her thighs trembled as she cried out.
She started to collapse onto the bed, only to be held in place by
Brenna. She smiled and trembled as she
felt the sweet swirling of Brenna's tongue.
Brenna's tongue
teased her stopping suddenly as she lifted herself and moved behind the small
blonde. Her fingers slipped between
Gelya's trembling thighs. Gelya was
panting uncontrollably as the long fingers felt their way across her swollen
lips. She tried to hold on as the
teasing commenced again.
"Please," she finally begged.
Brenna entered her, taking her quickly.
Gelya pressed her face into the mattress as her fists clenched the
comforter. Brenna was riding her from
behind, her groans driving Gelya further over the edge.
Once again they
climaxed together and collapsed onto the bed.
Their bodies were covered in sweat as they clung to each other. Gelya's fingers began to trace a slow path
along the swell of Brenna's breast. A
moan escaped from the taller girl.
Gelya lowered her head, her tongue circled the tantilizing rose colored
nipple. Needing more she captured the
erect nipple in her mouth and began to suckle it. She felt Brenna's hand clasping the back of her head. Urging her on she greedly took the breast
into her mouth savouring the taste.
She felt her own
passion growing as she shifted her body on top of Brenna's. Settling herself between those long legs she
pressed her stomach into Brenna's wetness.
Knowing what she wanted, what she needed she began to kiss her way down
Brenna's body. When she reached the
waistband of Brenna's skirt, she lifted her own body slightly. Looking down she
drank in the look of pure desire in Brenna's eyes.
She lifted
Brenna's skirt and lowered herself between Brenna's powerfull thighs. Brenna wrapped her legs around Gelya's back
as the smaller girl inhaled the intoxicating aroma that was Brenna. She gently kissed the inside of Brenna's
trembling thighs. Then she ran her
fingers thru the dark curly hair.
Spreading her lips apart she dipped her tongue into the sweet nectar and
began to drink. Eagerly she suckled her
clit as Brenna thrust her wetness up to greet her. With her face pressing deeply into Brenna's center she licked her
clit in a steady maddening rhythm. She
held on tightly as Brenna climaxed arching against her as she screamed out.
Gelya tasted her
quickly before climbing up to be captured in Brenna's warm embrace. Their hearts still racing as they once again
held each other tightly.
They heard a
noise off in the distance. "My
parents," Brenna informed her grimly as she reached for their discarded
clothing. Gelya touched Brenna gently
on the shoulder.
"Brenna?" she began slowly. "What does this mean?"
"I don't know," Brenna confessed as they began to
dress. Her face was clouded in deep
thought. "But I really want to
find out," she concluded as a smile broke out. Gelya couldn't help but smile in return.
And find out they
did. In fact, their exploration
continued on the drive home. Much to
Gelya's surprise and pleasure, she learned that Brenna maintain her focus on
driving while she slipped a hand up her skirt and play with her clit until she
climaxed and begged the taller girl to pull off of the road. Gelya got home very late that night.
Now all these
years later Gelya found herself smiling at her first love as the stirring of
long forgotten feelings threatened to overwhelm her.
THE END (Not A Chance)
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