Memory Lane - Part I

They were neighbours and wonderful friends. They also attended the same school. She was one year his senior.

One day as they were sitting and talking, after school hours, he could not help but notice how exceptionally erotic she looked that day.

She's continuous erotica, he thought to himself, as they continued their conversation. She was telling him what someone at school had said to her, but he could barely focus on what she was saying. His mind was saturated. Obsessed.

He'd been madly in lust with her for three years now. But he never mentioned it to her. Felt pretty awkward. He didn't want to come across as stupid. Or some desperate freak.

He was sure she had noticed his feelings, but pretended as if she had no clue.

Their talk very rarely involved comments of a personal nature. Their talk revolved around events at school. Things going on in the neighbourhood, etc.

So she never saw it coming.

Suddenly he said, "Listen, there's something I want to say...but...am afraid that if I do, you might never want to speak to me again."

"What?! Don't Understand!" , She said.

He looked straight at her for a couple of seconds, almost staring.

"Not really easy to say what I want to."

"Why?" She asked. He could see that her expression was serious. Dead serious.

"Let it be. I changed my mind. I gotta go, see you later." He said.

And he left. And as he walked way, he was wondering what she was thinking about. He knew her mind had hit 'Red Alert' instantly....and that made him nervous.

He knew she knew he was in lust with her. Over the years, he had done many strange things in her presence, without wanting to. Like stare at her breasts. Her legs. Her arms...lips..On many occasions he had ended up trying to look up her skirt. Or down her blouse.

So he was sure she knew. But she never let it show. She never made him feel uncomfortable. Never ignored him, was never rude. Suddenly he felt grateful for the way she had been treating him. Because he felt vulnerable. His lust for her made him vulnerable.

And as he walked, he started fantasising about a situation in which he walks up to her and just blurts it out. No bullshit. No vague, cute things. Just blurts it out....'I WANT TO FUCK YOUR BRAINS OUT.'

"What if I did it?" He asked himself. "We have been friends for many years. If she hates me for expressing my lust for her openly, I'll apologise. She might not break the friendship. She likes my company."

But he wasn't ready yet. It was so damn awkward..... :-/

CHAPTER 2 --

School was off for summer, and he was glad. Because he just didn't want to run into her, not for a long time.

But since she lived in the neighbourhood, it was going to be difficult to not run into her.

He was afraid he might blurt it all out prematurely...because offlate he had been spending hours and hours every day, fantasising about her. Sometimes in her school skirt, sometimes in her tennis skirt. Sometimes in her tight jeans, heels, and the sheer, almost see-thru, sleeveless tops that she used to wear, in summer.

To be continued....