Pure Fiction
I have written so many stories for this Forum, and all of them have been true. I have always wanted to write a piece of sexy fiction – just an imaginary tale that would explore some deeply seated desire in me – something that just turns me on and might also arouse you, the Forum reader. So I have decided to just give it a shot. My characters here are purely imaginary, and only exist in my fantasies.
Joseph was a nextdoor neighbor of mine and his bedroom window faced mine. We were in the same grade and we saw each other everyday in school, and occasionally through each others bedroom windows. We were only 15, and both of us were quite shy, but he was the cutest boy I had ever known, and I just loved the way he always looked at me and I always noticed the occasional bulge in his jeans. I never saw him naked, but once in a while I caught a glimpse of him through the window and in his underwear, and he had really cute buns. He was slim, muscular and must have also been attracted to me because he was constantly looking my way. I loved to flirt with him and every once-in-a-while, I would flash him a leg shot whenever I had on a short skirt. He never seemed to tire of looking up my skirt. I noticed that he was always more interested when my panties slid up into my crotch and I never knew how to pull them back out without being very obvious about it, so many times I just left my panty crotch wedged up inside of me. Most of the time it felt kind of nice to have that fabric tight up against my clit, especially when I knew that Joseph was noticing. It was that spring when we began walking home from school together, and Joseph helped me pump up the tires on my bicycle. We began riding bikes together, almost everyday that spring. Mine was an older one and seemed to constantly need some fixing or adjusting. Joseph always had the right tool to help me tighten up something.
One day, we rode out into the countryside and parked our bikes along the edge of a beautiful, open field. Just sun and warm sweet-smelling grass, and we ran out into the field, laughing and holding hands – just running and soon just stopped and collapsed on the ground. We rolled over onto our backs and just talked. We spotted a few large rocks and sat up on them, facing each other. I had on a pair of jean capris that were old, and my favorite after-school pants. They were tight on me and hugged my vagina and butt in very graphic ways. I always felt incredibly feminine in these pants, and Joseph always paid a great deal of attention to me when I wore these. Sitting on that rock, with gravity working in my favor, these pants slid very tightly up into my crotch. My body weight would not let the material release, so I intentionally opened my legs a bit and knew that both my panty and my capris were wedged sharply into my slit. I didn’t have the descriptive word for this back then, but now I would definitely call this a cameltoe of the highest order. As we talked, Joseph ‘s eyes kept gravitating toward my crotch and I knew he not only noticed my cameltoed crotch, but was also thoroughly enjoying looking at it. His cock was hard and I could see that it was uncomfortable for him. Joseph’s jeans were also tight and hugged his body beautifully. Even though I was only 15, I thought about his firm butt, tight crotch, and fantasized about what he had inside those pants. I knew what a penis and scrotum were supposed to look like on a boy, but I hadn’t yet really seen a boy naked, except in pictures. In my fantasies, I always dreamed of Joseph - Joseph standing up directly in front of me and me with my face looking directly into his Jeans zipper. Joseph – standing there with his cock erect and hanging to the side. Joseph – contained in his jeans and the crotch seam of his jeans would be running tightly right through his scrotum. Joseph - with a testicle hanging on each side of this tight denim seam. I would imagine Joseph accidentally falling forward and his beautiful cock “accidentally” brushing up against my face. All I wanted to do was touch him here – feel both his warmth and his hardness through that soft denim. I didn’t know if there was something wrong with me, or if these feelings were normal for a girl of my age. When I look back at this, my hormones must have been racing. I would often fantasize about Joseph – kissing me – pressing his hardness into my tight jeans - sliding his face down to my crotch and kissing and smelling me through my jeans. That spring day, sitting on that rock in the field, I wanted Joseph to be doing more than just looking at my cameltoe. I wanted him touching me and kissing it. I wanted to feel his fingers run through my cameltoe. I wanted to be standing in front of HIM, with HIS face at my zipper and his nose in my crotch! I wanted his hands holding my buttocks, pulling me into his face and holding my deep cameltoed clit tight against his mouth and nose.
Joseph and I were such good friends and were so strongly attracted to each other, but we never became physically intimate with each other – only fantasized about it. I can recall repeatedly masturbating as a young girl, thinking about Joseph and fantasizing about how he would touch me and slide his fingers and tongue into me. I wish I could find him someday and ask him if he ever felt the same way about me.
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05-12-2008, 10:45 AM
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