Written
By:
Julie
She
had
always
wanted
him.
Ever
since
they
were
thirteen,
and
that
first
time
she
had
wanted
to
reach
out,
touch
his
smooth
dark
skin
and
melt
in
his
eyes.
They
had
been
friends
since
around
about
this
age.
To
Duane,
though,
she
was
just
one
of
the
lads.
Out
on
the
field,
mucking
about,
aggressive
as
the
others
-
or
in
each
other’s
houses,
spending
hours
upon
hours
playing
fighting
games,
alien
games,
car
racing
games.
How
could
she
ever
tell
him
that
it
wasn’t
the
games
she
was
there
for?
And
she
knew
he
didn’t
fancy
her.
He
went
with
girls
with
names
like
Jenny
or
Kelly,
or
some
other
conquest,
while
Paula
could
only
applaud
him,
pat
him
on
the
back,
and
bury
her
lust
deep
inside.
Of
course
they
were
older
by
this
time;
both
19
by
December.
It
wasn’t
that
she
had
followed
him
to
University,
exactly,
but
it
was
convenient
that
it
was
near
to
her
home
in
Aberystwyth
and
it
offered
her
the
course
that
she
wanted.
They
had
remained
good
friends
throughout
their
first
year.
However,
she
had
gotten
tired
of
her
meaningless
conquests,
just
as
she
had
gotten
tired
of
seeing
Duane
with
his.
There
was
just
so
much
chemistry
between
her
and
Duane
-
she
just
had
to
make
him
see
it.
And
tonight,
she
decided,
she
would
try
for
one
last
time.
Looking
back,
it
was
during
university
that
she
had
started
to
give
up
waiting
for
him.
She
had
barely
even
kissed
another
boy
in
her
school
years
in
the
hope
that
he
would
come
to
her,
but
in
time
she
had
come
to
realise
that
this
might
never
happen.
But
one
last
try
wouldn’t
hurt…
He
was
coming
around
to
her
dorm
later
on
this
evening
to
watch
a
DVD.
It
made
a
change
from
most
Saturday
nights
where
they
would
traipse
the
streets
of
the
town
centre,
flittering
from
pub
to
club.
Last
week
they
had
found
an
exit
to
the
roof
where
Jim
had
leant
over
to
be
sick,
only
to
find
himself
too
drunk
to
support
his
own
weight
and
his
body
threatened
to
topple
over
the
edge.
He
had
had
to
be
pulled
back,
spluttering
nonsense,
by
his
just
as
drunk
friends.
Despite
this
scare,
she
had
had
a
good
time,
a
very
good
time,
toppling
into
her
dorm
at
6am,
conquest
in
tow.
She
had
dragged
him
towards
the
bed
and
fucked
him
royally.
But
now
it
was
thoughts
of
somebody
else
that
made
her
nipples
erect
with
desire.
Lying
on
the
couch,
Paula
slid
her
hands
under
her
top
and
stroked
them,
imagining
that
these
were
Duane’s
large,
solid
hands
on
her
tits.
She
fluffed
her
deep
red
hair
over
her
shoulder
and
slid
down
further
into
the
couch.
Still
tweaking
one
nipple,
she
let
her
other
hand
softly
trace
down
to
her
navel,
down
past
her
pubic
hair,
until
it
was
slowly
massaging
her
clitoris.
She
closed
her
eyes
and
imagined
these
were
Duane’s
fingers
at
work.
Just
the
thought
of
it
made
her
womb
churn
with
desire
and
she
let
a
soft
moan
escape
her
lips.
She
let
one
finger
slide
slowly
into
her
pussy,
then
two,
moving
her
fingers
in
and
out,
sending
shoots
of
desire
up
within
her.
She
badly
wanted
Duane
to
be
here
now,
fucking
her,
making
all
the
desire
she
had
kept
inside
her
for
so
many
years
explode.
She
was
squirming
now,
hot
with
anticipation,
jolting
her
fingers
in
and
out
of
her
wet
pussy
with
one
hand,
tugging
at
her
clit
hard
with
the
other.
She
so
desperately
wanted
her
fingers
to
be
his
cock,
slamming
it
in
and
out
of
her
until
she
came.
She
moved
her
fingers
harder
and
faster
still,
until
the
familiar
jolts
of
pleasure
shot
up
from
out
of
her
womb
as
her
juices
pulsated
out
of
her
lips
in
a
satisfying
rhythm.
Walking
slowly,
gathering
his
thoughts,
Duane
approached
the
turning
of
Paula’s
road.
His
dick
was
hard
just
thinking
about
her,
but
then,
that
was
nothing
new.
He
was
surprised
when
in
university
she
started
going
with
men.
She
was
a
tomboy,
and
had
never
even
kissed
anybody
before
as
far
as
he
knew.
He
couldn’t
put
it
down
to
being
short
on
offers
-
she
was
the
most
beautiful
girl
in
the
school,
with
her
long,
sexy
red-brown
hair,
slim
frame
and
glistening
emerald
eyes
-
and
had
therefore
come
to
the
conclusion
that
she
must
be
gay.
That
was
when
he
gave
up
on
having
her
himself;
what
was
the
point
of
trying
to
pull
a
lesbian?
And
then,
on
one
of
their
first
nights
out
with
uni,
she
had
started
dancing
with
this
guy,
her
arms
and
lips
all
over
him.
She
told
him
the
next
day
that
she
had
gone
to
his
dorm
later
that
night
and
fucked
his
brains
out!
Paula
had
been
carrying
on
like
this
ever
since,
and
so
Duane
followed
suite,
trying
his
best
to
make
her
jealous
but
seemingly
to
no
avail.
He
knew
in
his
heart
that
he
should
just
stop
trying
and
start
living
for
himself,
as
he
had
had
tried
his
hardest
for
six
years
now
and
she
was
either
deaf
to
his
signals
or
just
not
interested.
With
a
sigh,
he
crossed
the
road
over
to
her
small
house,
willing
his
dick
to
go
down,
and
tried
to
smooth
over
the
disappointment
in
his
heart.
To
his
surprise,
a
half-naked
Paula
opened
the
door
when
he
rang
the
bell.
Duane
could
tell
that
she
wasn’t
wearing
any
underwear
underneath
her
thin
cotton
dress,
which
he
could
see
was
cut
to
reveal
the
top
of
her
curvaceous
breasts
and
her
long,
golden
thighs.
He
could
see
the
shadow
of
her
nipples
and
to
his
cock’s
delight,
he
could
quite
clearly
see
them
protruding
through
the
material.
This
was
a
side
to
Paula
that
he
had
not
seen
before.
He
cleared
his
throat.
“I,
er…”
Paula
looked
at
this
man,
looked
squarely
into
his
deep,
flustered
eyes.
To
her
amusement
she
could
see
that
he
was
turning
pink.
Maybe
I
might
just
have
a
chance
after
all,
she
thought
to
herself.
“Come
in,”
she
said,
with
elusive
intent.
She
was
lying
on
the
sofa
next
to
him,
watching
his
eyes
watching
the
movie
absorbedly.
She
so
desperately
wanted
those
eyes
to
be
looking
at
her,
filled
to
burst
with
lust,
rocking
on
top
of
her
in
and
out
of
her
field
of
vision.
“Duane.”
“Hmmm?”
He
asked,
trying
to
sound
casual,
concealing
his
shyness.
Bravely,
Paula
turned
over
and
straddled
him,
her
face
close
to
his.
“You
know…”
she
whispered.
“We
haven’t
yet
talked
about
what
we’re
both
thinking.
But
I
