At the time, it mattered to me more than anything else in the world. Of course, deep down I know that there was no way she would ever reciprocate my feelings, but that was beside the point.
I was fifteen and obsessive. I was in the process of realizing that my 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. Now don’t get me wrong, I had no desire to be male, but I was starting to realize that dating for me was not as straightforward (no pun intended) as it was for my peers. I would feign interest in this boy band or that male actor, but all I really wanted was a girl—but not any girl.
She was a senior and I couldn’t stop looking at her. She was two years ahead of me and unaware of my existence. Yet I was very, very aware of hers. Her name was Alex, and I could not help but to notice her every time I saw her. She had the most gorgeous figure—toned without being skinny—and strawberry red hair. I could have drowned in her green eyes if she ever actually looked at me. She was captain of the debate team, class president and perfect. I obsessed over her my sophomore year, but never once received a hint of acknowledgement. And why should I? I was nobody in her world, even though she took up a huge chunk of mine.
She graduated in the spring of 1980 and headed down south to UCLA, while I remained in high school, and life had to go on. I graduated in 1982 and, having decided to remain close to home, attended San Francisco State University. Alex meanwhile seemed like a distant memory, although occasionally I did stop to wonder about her.
One evening, as I argued a point during a game of pool, I noticed a particular girl come into the club with a few friends and go up to the bar. I hadn’t seen her there before—and I was regular enough to know most of the regulars who frequented this gay club—but there was something about her 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 a miniskirt that accentuated her legs. She had short black hair, and was in a group with three other people. I watched her for a moment, and then it hit me.
“Alex,” I said out loud.
“What?” said my friend Rochelle, who was lining up to take another shot.
I stood transfixed, a million things going around in my head. What was she doing here? Was she gay? I’d never had an inkling of her being so when we were in high school. Should I talk to her? Would she remember me? What if I was wrong—what if it wasn’t her? No, it was definitely her; I’d held her face in my memory for the last four years.
Rochelle broke my train of thought. “Saundra, are you okay?”
“Yes,” I said, spinning around.
“What’s up with you?” asked Dee, another one of my posse.
“You see that girl at the bar in blue?” I said to both of them. “Well I went to high school with her and had the biggest crush on her when I was in the tenth grade.”
“Wow,” said Rochelle. “I can see why.”
“Hands off,” I said.
“What are you going to do?” asked Dee. “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 Dee. “Just buy her a drink or something.”
“Dee,” 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 of white wine. Rochelle and Dee kept 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 was 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 to look at me. The moment I saw her face I knew I was right: I could never forget those incredible green eyes and finally, for once, 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 said. “I’m Saundra, we went to high school together. I was two years behind you.”
She thought for a moment, then, to my astonishment, remembered. “Did you play basketball?”
“Forward,” I answered.
“Yeah, I remember you,” she said, smiling. “Wow, how long as it been?”
“Four years, I think,” I said. “I’m nineteen now. I guess you’ve graduated from UCLA.”
“I have.”
“Can I buy you a drink?”
“Yes, that’s sweet of you. Thank you. Tequila, please.”
Next thing I knew, we were sitting at a table outside on the patio 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 recently moved back to San Francisco, was working and had an apartment near the club. I also discovered that she was single, which set off mad rejoice.
About an hour and a half later, one of the three people she had been with came out and said that one of the other girls was ill (too much gin and juice I figured) and she was taking her home.
“That’s my ride,” said Alex, looking like she was about to get up and leave.
Without thinking I burst out, “I can give you a ride home.”
“No, I can’t ask that,” said Alex.
“It’s no trouble,” I said earnestly. “I’ll be happy to.”
“Well, if you’re sure.”
“Think nothing of it.”
The friend went away, and we stayed until last call. I showed her to my car (not technically mine, but now was not the time to tell her I borrowed my mother’s car for the night). Fifteen minutes later, we arrived at her building.
“Come on in if you like,” she said.
“I probably should go.”
“Oh, come on.”
“Someone could take that the wrong way,” I replied.
“And what is the wrong way,” she said, smiling.
“Er”—I stopped, not sure of how to proceed, then went on— “you should probably know that when we were in high school I had a major crush on you.” I knew it was likely to be a silly thing to say, but it slipped out before I had a chance to think about it.
She paused for a second. “What about now?” she asked.
“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 she meant it. She got out of the car and I followed her up the stairs to her apartment. She opened the door to let us in, and switched on the light. The moment the door was closed behind us I pushed her up against the wall and kissed her, deeply and strongly. Much to my delight she clung to me, pulling 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 as I kissed and kissed and kissed her; I felt her wrap one leg around my waist. Seeing this as an invitation (as I was prone to) I lifted my leg, pushing my 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 full access to her still bra-covered breasts. I was kissing my way down her body, and though tempted, did not stop to linger at breasts, instead raising her skirt and pushing her lace panties (always pleased to see those) to the floor, exposing her pussy. It was covered with a fine layer of hair and was obviously very wet already. Alex waited, still standing up against the wall as I knelt down between her legs.
I wanted to savor 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 under her pussy, givin
g me no choice but to lick her. She tasted amazing, and I ran my tongue in a figure eight around her clit. She was already wet, but once I began tasting her I could feel her pussy releasing more of its precious juices. She was grinding herself into my face, and still gripping 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 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 come 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 to my mouth.
Finally, with one last thrust, her orgasm subsided and I felt her body go limp, held up only by me. I extracted my fingers from her pussy and kissed her gently on the navel, my face smeared with her delicious come. 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 range of emotions I was feeling. 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 turned on a small lamp in the corner, which provided just the right amount of lighting. Then she stepped over to me and put her 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 haven’t 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 pulled 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 other’s clothes (I never had got as far as removing her shirt and bra) until we were both totally naked. At that 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 moaned “wow” and pulled me back to her again. Her lips blazed a trail from my neck to my breasts, and she began to play with my already hard nipples with her tongue. It felt like heaven, and I could feel myself becoming more and more turned on. When she was done with my breasts I could have sworn both my nipples were twice the size they were when she started.
She leaned over my body and I could feel her hand brushing down my thigh and toward my waiting pussy. My legs 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 were coated with my juices. Just the sight of them was hugely arousing, and when she put those fingers in her mouth and sucked them clean, making very appreciative noises, I knew I needed her desperately.
I pushed her onto her back on the bed and straddled her head. 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 had ever felt, and yet I knew that this was just the beginning. I could feel her tongue running along the valleys between my lips climbing to the mountain of my clit. 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 soft and gentle at times, hard and precise at others, and she seemed to know exactly what I enjoyed the most. She was making me feel amazing. 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.
Finally, I could not control myself anymore, and I started to tremble as the first waves of my orgasm hit me. I was screaming out her name as she continued to fuck me. I must have woken all the neighbors, but I didn’t care, I was in the midst of the greatest climax of my life.
Eventually, though, I could take no more, and sensing this, she slowed down. I fell onto my side and rolled so I was on my back, panting. I was feeling euphoric and didn’t know what to say. She hauled herself up onto one elbow so she was leaning above me. She looked very smug.
“You know you’re good,” I said eventually, gasping.
Alex smiled tenderly and kissed me gently on the lips. I could taste my come on her mouth. I nuzzled against her breasts and felt her kiss my forehead. Her arm was around me and she was stroking my back. I felt very content.
I glanced over at the clock and saw that it was four o’clock, 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,” I said.
“Of course,” she said.
In the morning, I was woken by light coming into the room through the curtains. I realized right away that I was alone in the bed and wondered where Alex had gone. I heard sounds from outside the room and, just as I was about to get up and investigate, she came in holding mugs of steaming coffee. She smiled when she saw I was awake, and greeted me with a kiss before handing me one of the mugs.
“You were sleeping so soundly, I didn’t want to wake you,” she said.
I sipped at my coffee, smiled, and looked at her. She was wearing a long, dark-green silk robe—though that was still one more garment than me.
“Want 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. She switched on the shower and let it warm up for a moment before pushing me up against the wall. The tiles were cold and were a shock, but I forgot all about it as soon as she kissed me. It was a kiss like the one we had shared when we arrived there the night before, only this time I was the one pinned against the wall. Then, suddenly, she pulled away, stepped out of her robe and into the shower, beckoning 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 bath gel from the stand and squeezed some onto my palm, before rubbing it onto her body. I started at her bush and across her shoulders before turning her around and going down her back to her ass. She 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 with arousal and my fingers slid into her easily. I slid as much of my hand as possible into her and rubbed 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. As Alex’s thighs thrust forward she began contracting them in readiness for the orgasm that was beginning inside her. Harder and harder I thrust into her, and harder and harder she came, screaming out my name and pushing down on
to 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. She put her arms around me, too, and we stood there like that for some time, not saying a word. I knew I was onto a very good thing, and didn’t want to leave, ever. It took some time for us to get out of the shower and dressed, as we kept grabbing one another for a kiss or similar. I was having a lot of trouble keeping my hands off her, and she too seemed reluctant to go away from me.
Finally, I made it out the front door. After exchanging numbers, I walked to my car and I heard her call to me. “See you at seven.”
“What’s happening at seven?” I called back, turning around.
“You’re coming back over here again!” she called back.
I grinned. “Of course I am.”
Hustler
Heidi Edwards
I was almost certain my mom could see the devious smile lurking behind my emotionless face when she told me to behave myself while she was at work. Every Saturday, I anticipated her departure and craved the beginning of a new month.
Once I saw the tail end of her rose-colored Buick take a right turn out of the driveway, my eager bare feet would slap furiously against the hardwood floors until I reached my destination. The top drawer of mom and dad’s dresser would always make an eerie creaking sound as I slowly pried it open. I would push aside the neatly woven together socks, grab it, and run back to my bedroom, slamming the door behind me.
It was against house rules for me to have a locked door, even at 17, so I made my hideaway in the empty right corner of my closet. The doors folded inward and created just enough space for me, my imagination and my Hustler.
I never told anyone how the naked bodies on each page excited me, or how the stories dampened my panties with desire. I was almost 18 and still couldn’t figure out my fascination with these naked lovelies.
I was glad that Terry, my boyfriend of over a year, chose skateboarding with the boys over me. It gave me time to sink into the pages of my bold curiosities. I had a lot of friends, but no one I could tell about my innate intrigue for pictures of naked girls.
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