Date: Sun, 10 Dec 2000 16:43:24 +0000 (GMT)
From: R S <shewhowrites@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Fours Years On

	Usual ramble: the following story is sexually explicit and
describes an encounter between two women. If this offends you or is illegal
where you are, or you are but a child (don't think I don't know you teenage
boys are reading this) then please read no further. I have warned you, so
if this does upset you in any way - it ain't my fault!
	Now the good bit: this was written by a woman (me) for other women
(you) and I hope you enjoy it. As ever I welcome your comments and will
reply to all. Please email me at shewhowrite@yahoo.co.uk

	Finally: Are you sitting comfortably? Then I shall begin...

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			       Four Years On
				    by
			       SheWhoWrites


	At the time, it mattered to me more than anything else in the
world. Of course, deep down I knew that there was no way she would ever
reciprocate my feelings, but that was beside the point. And, of course, I
didn't know any better.
	I was fifteen and obsessive. I was in the process of realising that
these pathetic attempts to go out with boys didn't excite me half as much
as it did for my friends when they had new boyfriends. More to the point, I
was more interested in being the boyfriend. Don't get me wrong, I have
never had any desire to be male, but I was starting to realise that dating
for me was not as straightforward (no pun intended) as it was for my
mates. I would feign interest in this boy-band or that actor, but all I
really wanted was a girl.
	To say this was a difficult time would be an understatement. When
it started to dawn on me that I was gay, I felt isolated, confused, at
times even disgusted with myself. What I needed more than anything was for
someone to tell me that it was okay and I wasn't alone, yet I kept my cards
so close to my chest that no-one ever had the chance.
	She was in the upper sixth and I couldn't take my eyes off her. She
was three years above me and was no doubt unaware of my existence. Yet I
was very very aware of hers. Her name was Alex, and she struck me every
time I saw her. She had the most gorgeous figure, toned without being too
skinny, with long dark hair and brown eyes that I could have drowned in -
that is, had I ever got her to look my way. She was also one of the stars
of her year - captain of the hockey team, off to Oxford next year, lead
roll in the plays, prefect... she was exactly the type who would never look
twice at me.
	I obsessed over her for most of my fourth year, but never received
a hint of acknowledgement. And why should I have done? I was nobody in her
world, yet she took up a huge chunk of mine. Of course she took her
A-Levels and left, while I remained, and life had to go on.
	I came out just over a year after she left, a couple of months into
my lower sixth. And despite a bit of aggravation, mainly from people lower
down in the school, I received no real hassle, which was a Godsend. So I
was finally able to live the life I had wanted without having to lie and
hide myself away. I had the odd relationship, a couple of flings, and
managed to do pretty well in my sixth form myself. Alex, meanwhile, seemed
like a distant memory, although occasionally I did stop to wonder what
might have been.
	Finally I left school, got the results I wanted and headed off to
university. And there my life continued, but involving larger quantities of
alcohol that before. A few more little relationships, but nothing of much
note. It wasn't that I wasn't looking for anything more, I just couldn't
find anyone who seemed to match up sufficiently. When this happened,
though, I did find myself thinking back to Alex and wondering whether she
would have filled the gap.

	At the end of my first year I came home for the summer. Of course I
did some work, both academic and financially beneficial. Most evenings,
though were spent in the local gay pub with friends, complaining about
this, that or the other and generally drinking ourselves silly. But not me,
no no, I was driving.
	One evening, as I argued a point during a game of pool, I noticed
one girl in particular come into the pub and go up to the bar. I hadn't
seen her here before, and I was regular enough to know most of the
regulars, but there was something about her that I couldn't put my finger
on, she seemed somehow familiar to me. She was well dressed in a fitted
shirt that showed off her figure, and trousers that accentuated her long
legs. She had quite short dark brown hair, and she was in a group of three
people. I watched her for a moment, and then it hit me.
	"Alex," I said out loud.
	"What?" said Heather, my friend, who was lining up to take her
shot.
	I stood there, transfixed, a million things going around in my
head. What was she doing here? Was she gay? I'd never had an inkling of
that when we were at school. Should I talk to her? Would she remember me?
What if I'd got it wrong? No, it was definitely she; I'd held her face in
my head for the last four years. What if she's with someone? Should I pick
my jaw up from the floor?
	Heather broke my train of thought. "Jess, are you there?"
	"Yes," I said, spinning around.
	"What's up with you?" asked Caroline, another of my posse.
	"You see that girl at the bar in the green," I said to both of
them, "well, I went to school with her and had the biggest crush on her
when I was fifteen."
	"Wow," said Heather, "I can see why..."
	"Hands off," I said.
	"What are you going to do?" asked Caroline, "Are you going to go
and talk to her?"
	"I can't do that!" I exclaimed, "She didn't even know I
existed. Anyway, she's probably taken."
	"You won't know unless you try," said Caroline, "just buy her a
drink or something."
	"Caroline...," I began lamely, but she cut me off.
	"You know I'm right," she said, giving me a little push in Alex's
direction.
	I nodded, and drained my glass. Caroline and Heather seemed to be
egging me on, so I took a deep breath and went to the bar. My heart was
thumping, I was terrified that I was being too hasty - four years is a lot
of time and she probably wouldn't remember me.
	"Excuse me," I said, tapping her on the shoulder, "but are you
Alex?"
	She turned around to look at me. The moment I saw her face I knew I
was right: the eyes were there, and finally they were focused on me. She
looked puzzled and I started to get an awful sinking feeling that I was
about to make a huge fool out of myself.
	"Yes," she said slowly, "I'm sorry, have we met?"
	"You probably don't remember me," I stammered, "I'm Jess, we were
at school together. I was three years below you."
	She thought for a moment, then, to my astonishment, remembered.
"Did you play hockey?"
	"Right wing," I answered.
	"Yeah, I remember you," she said, smiling, "Wow, how long has it
been?"
	"Four years, I think," I said, "I'm nineteen now. I guess you've
graduated."
	"I have."
	"Nice one. Can I buy you a drink?"
	"That's kind of you. Thankyou. Pint, please."
	Next thing I knew, we were sitting at a table in the beer garden
(oh, these long summer days) talking as though we had been friends for
years, which I found a little odd seeing as we had never exchanged a word
before that evening. I found out that she'd been living back here for a
year following graduation, was working and had a flat on the other side of
town. I also discovered that she was single, which set off mad rejoicing in
my head. I didn't tell her about how I'd felt all those years ago, best not
to scare her off so soon.
	About an hour and a half later, one of the two people she had been
with came out and said that the other girl was ill (too much tequila) and
she was taking her home.
	"That's my lift," said Alex, looking like she was about to get up
and leave.
	Without thinking I burst out, "I can give you a lift."
	"No, I can't ask that," said Alex.
	"It's no trouble," I said earnestly, "I'd be happy to."
	"Well, if you're sure..."
	"Think nothing of it."
	The friend went away, and we stayed until last orders, moving
inside after the sun set. Shortly after eleven o'clock, we were leaving and
I showed her to my car (not technically mine, but now was not the time to
say I borrowed my mother's car for my nights out). Ten minutes later, we
arrived at her building.
	"Come in if you like," she said.
	"I'd probably best be getting back," I explained.
	"Oh, go on," she said.
	"Anyone could take that the wrong way."
	"And what is the wrong way?" she said, cheekily.
	"Er..." I stopped, not sure of how to proceed, then went on,
"...you should probably know that when we were at school I had a major
crush on you." I knew it was likely to be a silly thing to say, but it left
my lips before I had a chance to think about it.
	She paused for a second. "What about now?" she asked, eventually.
	"Nothing's changed," I muttered.
	"Well that's just as well then," she replied, "so come in."
	My eyes widened when she said this, and the look on her face told
me that she meant it. She got out of the car and I, after pinching myself,
followed. I locked the car and followed her up the stairs of her building
to her flat. She opened the door to let us in, and switched on the lights.
	The moment the door was closed behind us I pushed her up against
the wall and kissed her, deeply and strongly, in the way that I had never
stopped wanting to kiss her. Much to my endless delight she clung to me and
pulled me closer to her, as we plunged our tongues into one another's
mouths. The fire emanating from within me was incredible, and it was
manifesting itself in a passion so great, I was surprising even myself. I
kissed and kissed and kissed her, and felt her wrap one leg around my
waist. Seeing this as an invitation (as I was prone to) I lifted me leg and
pushed the thigh up against her pussy, which was met with a deep throated
groan from her.
	I hurriedly undid the buttons of her shirt and let it fall open,
giving me access to her still bra-clad breasts. I was kissing my way down
her body, and though tempted, did not stop to linger at her breasts because
I could feel how much she needed urgent satisfaction. Instead I undid her
trousers and, with her thong (always pleased to see that) pushed them down
to the floor, exposing her pussy. It was covered with a fine layer of dark
hair like that on her head, and was very obviously wet already. Alex was
still standing up against the wall as I knelt down between her legs.
	I wanted to savour the sight and scent of her for a moment or two,
but she was having none of it. She grabbed my head and held me right up to
her pussy, giving me no choice but to lick her. She tasted amazing, and as
I ran my tongue in a figure of eight around her clit and her opening I
thought she was intoxicating me. She was already wet, but once I began I
could feel her pussy releasing more of its precious juices. She was
grinding herself into my face, and still gripped my head so that I couldn't
escape. I slipped my tongue inside her as far as I could, and was greeted
by yet more of the wonderful liquid, before I slipped two fingers inside
her and searched for her G-spot. It took me a short while to find, during
which time I ran my tongue all over her pussy and sucked on her huge clit,
but once I did I knew about it. Alex started to thrust onto my face harder
and harder, and was getting quite vocal about how good she was feeling.
This inspired me to work her harder, both from the outside and the inside,
and before long she was starting to climax. She was gushing her cum all
over my face, and I loved it. She was getting louder and louder, and I
placed my free hand on her hip and pulled her pussy even closer into me.
	Finally with one last thrust her orgasm subsided and I felt her
body go limp, held up only by me. I extracted myself from her pussy and
kissed her gently on the navel, my face smeared with her delicious cum.
Then I looked up and saw her smiling back down at me. I got back onto my
feet and held her for a few minutes, trying to comprehend the whole barrage
of emotions within me. The only one that was clear was an undeniable state
of bliss.
	After a while, and without a word, Alex took me by the hand and led
me into her bedroom. She put on a small lamp in the corner, which provided
just the right level of lighting. Then she stepped over to me and put one
hand on the back of my head before drawing my mouth to hers and kissing me
once more.
	When she pulled away she spoke at last.
	"What you just did was amazing, I have not felt so good for a very
long time."
	"What can I say?" I replied, blushing slightly, "You must have
inspired me."
	She smiled. Then, without warning, she pushed me, and I lost my
balance and found myself on my back on the bed. The next thing I knew, she
was above me, kissing me again, and I brought up my arms to pull her down
on top of me. We were necking like teenagers (well, I suppose I still was
one technically) and rolling about on the bed, I thought my lips would go
numb. My tongue was exploring her mouth and I could not get enough. During
all of this we were tugging at each others clothes (I never had got as far
as removing her shirt and bra) until we were both totally naked. At this
point I pulled back, simply to admire her, as this was the first time I had
been able to see her in all her glory. And, my God, she was beautiful. Her
body was in perfect proportion, she looked athletic without being scarily
muscular, and I wanted to devour all of her there and then.
	I could also feel the way her eyes were inspecting me, and next to
her I was feeling rather self-conscious (I was sure I didn't get as much
time to work out as she did). I needn't have worried though, as she mouthed
'wow' and pulled me back closer to her again. Her lips blazed a trail down
my neck and to my breasts, and she began to play my already hard nipples
with her tongue. It felt like heaven, and I could feel myself becoming
progressively turned on. When she had satisfied herself with my breasts, I
could have sworn that each nipple was twice the size it was when she
started.
	Leaning over my body, I could feel her hand brushing down my torso
and towards my waiting pussy. My legs unconsciously opened further, and
when I first felt her fingers part my lips and stroke my clit I could have
died. However my initial pleasure was to be short lived as she quickly
brought her hand away, and on its way up I could see that her fingers was
absolutely coated with my juice. Just the sight of that was hugely
arousing, and when she put those fingers in her mouth and sucked them
clean, making very appreciative noises, I knew that I needed her
desperately. I pushed her onto her back on the bed, and hauled myself into
a kneeling position. Then I straddled her face, but hovered for a second or
two, to allow her to get a good look at what she would soon be getting. I
was sure I must be dripping on her, but I figured she wouldn't mind if I
was. The expression on her face said to me that she was eager for what was
to come, so I slowly lowered myself down, onto her waiting mouth.
	The first stroke of her tongue along the whole length of my pussy
made me shudder, it was the purest, most unadulterated pleasure I could
remember having for a long time, yet I knew that this was just the
beginning. I could feel her running along the valleys between my lips and
climbing the mountain of my clit, which felt so large. She clearly had an
expert tongue, and I was only too pleased that I was getting to experience
it. Her hands were on the back of my hips, and she set in motion a slow
rocking rhythm that increased all the sensations I was having.  When she
started to probe my opening I thought my knees would go. Her tongue was so
soft and gentle yet hard and precise at the same time, and she seemed to
know exactly what I enjoyed the most. She was making me feel amazing, and
when she added her fingers to the mix I wondered how much longer I could
hold out. She was licking and sucking my clit as she plunged her fingers in
and out of me, it must have been four fingers, as I felt so full.
	Finally I could not control myself anymore, and I started to tense
as the first waves of my orgasm hit me. I was screaming out her name as she
continued to pound into me so hard, and I had never felt so good. It was
relentless, she didn't stop sucking me and fucking me, and I felt like I
was coming for ages. I must have woken all the neighbours, but I didn't
care, I was in the midst of the climax of my life.
	Eventually, though, I could take no more, and she slowed down,
sensing this. I fell onto my side and rolled so that I was on my back,
panting hard. I was feeling euphoric and didn't know what to say. She
hauled herself up onto one elbow so that she was leaning above me, and she
looked very smug.
	"You know you're good," I gasped eventually.
	Alex smiled tenderly and kissed me gently on the lips. I could
taste my cum on her mouth, but somehow it suited her. I nuzzled against her
breasts and felt her kiss my hair and forehead. Her arm was around me and
she was stroking my back, and I felt so very content.
	I glance over at the clock and saw that it was one o'clock now -
later than I had thought. Alex must have seen me do this because at that
moment she said, "You are going to stay, aren't you?"
	"If you'll have me," came my reply.
	"Of course," she said.

	In the morning I was woken by the light coming into the room
through the curtains. I realised straight away that I was alone in the bed,
and wondered where Alex had got to. I heard sounds from outside the room,
and just as I was about to get up and investigate, she came in holding two
mugs of steaming coffee. She smiled when she saw I was awake and, greeting
me with a kiss, handed me one of the drinks.
	"You were sleeping so soundly, I didn't want to wake you," she
said.
	I sipped at my hot coffee and smiled. "Do you have to go to work?"
I asked.
	"I go in a bit later today," she said, much to my relief, "so
you've still got me for an hour."
	I smiled some more and looked at her. She was wearing a long silk
dressing gown and nothing else - though that was still one more garment
that me.
	"Do we have time to take a shower?" I asked.
	"I like your thinking," answered Alex, and she took me by the hand
and led me to her bathroom. The room was faintly green, with proper rugs on
the wooden floor, and I thought how at home I felt in her flat. She
switched on the shower and let it warm up for a moment, before pushing me
up against the wall. The tiles were cold to my body and it was a shock, but
this was eased when she kissed me. It was a kiss like the one we had shared
when we arrived here the night before, only this time I was the one pinned
against the wall. Then suddenly, she pulled away and stepped out of her
gown and into the shower, beckoning to me to follow her. I did and the
sensation of the water hit me immediately. It was hot, and that coupled
with the feeling of Alex's skin against mine was wonderfully erotic.
	I grabbed the bottle of shower gel from the stand and squeezed some
onto my palm, before rubbing it onto her body. I started at her bush,
working up a good lather, then her stomach, around her breast, then her
shoulders before turning her around and going down her back to her ass. She
then did the same to me, and our two bodies slid over each other as we
caressed and touched one another. I wanted her so badly, even more than the
previous night, and I couldn't stop myself from running my hand between her
thighs and touching her pussy once again. Although the environment we were
in wasn't exactly a dry one, I could feel that she was wet in her own
right, and when my fingers slid into her so easily, there was no going
back. I jammed as much of my hand as was possible into her and rubbed the
inside of her, feeling once again for her G-spot. This time it was easy to
find, having acquainted myself with it the night before. Alex's thighs went
hard as she contracted them in readiness for the orgasm that was beginning
inside her. Harder and harder I thrusted into her, and harder and harder
she came, screaming out my name and pushing down onto me. Her wild abandon
was amazing and I never wanted it to stop. Of course it had to in the end,
but not before my hand was coated in her juice and she was completely
spent.
	I held her after that, kissing her and stroking her as she came
back down to Earth. She put her arms around me too, and we stood there like
that for some time, not saying a word, yet communicating so much at the
same time. I knew I was onto a very good thing, and I didn't want to let go
ever.  We did get out of the shower in the end, and reluctantly dressed, as
I wouldn't make Alex late. It took time though, as we kept grabbing one
another for a kiss or similar. I was having a lot of trouble keeping me
hands off her, and she too seemed reluctant to go away from me.
	Finally, we made it out of the door. After exchanging numbers, I
walked to my car, before hearing her call me.
	"See you at seven then!"
	"What's happening at seven?" I asked, turning around.
	"You're coming over here again!" she called back.
	I grinned. "Of course I am."