In the corner of my room

[chopstix]

In the corner of my room, there's this old photo of my youth's best friend and me. Julia has always been my companion, and it took quite a while until I realized that I loved her. Of course this was after she married Peter, and I still can't tell why I didn't tell her before she knew him.

Back in the days when we were strolling through the meadows and bushes around our hometown, we used to built huts in the grass and houses in the trees. We always shared the work, as well as the time of relaxing and dozing in the warm sun afterwards. We had fireplaces to bake potatoes, and we had fun, sometimes with other kids of the neighborhood.

Julia wore jeans most of the time, and she wore tight jeans. Sometimes, when it was all too hot, she wore her shorts, and those shorts would have made Daisy Duke jealous! I always had a good peek at her cleft when we were working on a house in the trees. She used to play the role of the chief designer and as such had to be on top of things - right above me, sometimes giving me insight into the secrets of a woman's body.

Even if she didn't wear her pair of cutoffs, she liked to squat down with her pussy right onto a log or bar. I guess she liked it herself and was aware of what she was doing to me, because she smiled whenever she caught me staring at her best parts. It was no secret, and still it wasn't anything to mention other than through knowing, shared looks.

We never talked about love or even sex. We were companions, almost like two boys. We had, however, some close encounters when we laid side by side in a hut or in the grass and stroked each others arms, backs or buttocks. Yes, we did that without any idea of going further than just that.

When I look back at those times, I feel a longing to relive her touches and to let her feel mine. We could have done such wonderful things, if only we knew. I would have told her how much I loved her wearing the tight jeans that showed every wrinkle of her folds, and how much I wanted to gently stroke and caress her. Today I'm sure I would have convinced her in one of those moments.

I hope that Peter knows what a wonderful woman he had the luck to marry, and I hope that Julia is happy with him. She doesn't live here anymore and I only hear from her through neighbors who visited her or her city in the south, Mobile, Alabama.

That photo in the corner will always keep me confident that some day I will find me my Julia, too.

[mallory]

A beautiful love story - a story of what could have been. You are such a romantic.
I loved this one!
Mal

[puisis]

yes I liked this story too. It is little bit sad. You not recognized in time You happiness.

[Mysecret]

Now that is a sweet story. It brings back my memories...

But guess what? The secrets don't stop there! A woman who's secure in her sexiness could show you many many many more and it's different for each woman too... nearly infinite possibilities.

But it only takes one secret at a time, no?