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Down Memory Lane
John P. Fault <pagefault@my-deja.com>

Copyright 1999, John P. Fault. Feel free to distribute, but please
leave the entire story intact, as-is. This is a story containing
somewhat graphic sexual activity. If you're underage, then you
probably shouldn't read this. If you're a consenting adult then read
away. Remember, be responsible for your actions and yourself because
no one else will. I'm certainly not responsible for you, what you
think, or what you do, and I wouldn't want to be even if I
could. Ultimately, whatever comes around goes around, so play nice.

[Author's Note: This is part fantasy, part reality. It's still even
hard for me to distinguish what really happened with what I
imagined. At any rate, I hope you like it. I'd like to thank Michael
K. Smith for writing so many excellent stories. I think his wonderful
tales probably had a hand in making me think about trying to write
something myself.

I'm not sure exactly where the inspiration to write this came
from. Perhaps it's nostalgia. Perhaps it's the longing for simpler
days when the "real world" waited several years down the road. Perhaps
it's just that I miss a really wonderful friendship. B., wherever you
are, this one's for you.]

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I had a dream about her last night. Not that there's anything
monumental or foreboding about that. It was just odd because I hadn't
really thought of her in a quite a while. I'd never, ever forget
her. She gave me too many good memories. In sitting here thinking
about her, I find that I really do miss her.

We started off just as friends. Well, less then that for quite
awhile. She worked in the building that I was working in. She was the
"bouncer" for the backdoor to the stage area. I worked upstairs in the
crew areas. Since we couldn't smoke in the building, I had to trudge
down 4 flights of stairs on my breaks to go grab a smoke. She was a
fairly heavy smoker, so the odds were good that we'd be outside at the
same time.

The first dozen or so times that I encountered her, I was too shy to
even really talk to her, other than the standard pleasantries. Pathetic,
isn't it? Besides, she's a very beautiful woman. I'm a shy, awkward guy.
I was never terribly outgoing anyway, let alone brave enough to really
strike up a conversation with her.

It got so that I'd take more breaks just to see her, be near
her. Hell, I even came to the Hall when I wasn't scheduled to work,
just on the off chance that she'd be there. And yet, I still didn't
have the nerve to ask her out. Often, sitting on the back wall by the
door while we were smoking, I'd study her out of the corner of my
eye. She was exquisite, an absolute beauty. She had medium length dark
brown hair, an incredibly attractive face, very smooth skin, long legs
that flared into such lovely hips, a tiny waist, small breasts, but
there were two things that really made her stand out: her eyes and her
laugh. Sounds cornball, doesn't it? Her eyes were ice blue. They were
absolutely stunning, amazing, beautiful. In listening to her talk to
other people in the Theater, I'd hear her joke and laugh. It was such
an attractive, sexy sound. There really aren't words to describe it.

I kept imagining myself with her. My fantasies knew no bounds. In my
mind we kissed, caressed, explored each other, and had sex in almost
every place in the theater and beyond. My favorite recurring fantasy
was that I duck into the booth where she's stationed and pull the
blinds. Our eyes lock and then we kiss. I feel her soft lips against
my lips and feel her tongue slowly touch mine. I slide my hands up her
back and into her soft, dark hair, letting it run through my fingers.
She pulls free of me and works her hand down to the snap on my jeans.

With a mischievous smile on her face, she unfastens my pants and pulls
out my cock, holding it in her hand. She slowly kneeled down in front
of my, taking my cock into her mouth, moving her tongue around in an
amazing, maddening way. Softly and slowly she worked on me, expertly
caressing me with her tongue. Just as I was about to come, she
stopped, still giving me that same mischievous smile. Not to be
outdone, I maneuvered her to the little table in the office, and eased
her up onto it. As we kissed, I unbuttoned her sweater, and undid her
bra, exposing her small, perfect breasts with their tiny pink nipples.

I kissed my way down her neck and to her breasts, slowly working my
way to her nipples. As I took a nipple into my mouth, slowly using my
tongue to swirl around it, I heard her moan slightly. I continued
down her flat stomach to the waistband of her skirt. I eased her
skirt up and started ever so slowly kissing my way up her taut
thighs. I could feel the warmth radiating from her pussy. I gently
eased her panties down and the leaned in and blew across her clit. I
followed that by slowly licking her from the bottom of her slit to
the top, letting my tongue work softly against her clit a little
more. As I continued to caress her with my tongue, I could feel her
pulse speed up, her breathing get faster, and her hands working
through my hair. She moaned and came, almost breaking my neck with
the intensity that she pulled me to her.

I pulled a condom out of my wallet and looked at her. She took it out
of my hand, ripped it open and started rolling it down over my
rock-hard dick. With her sitting on the table and me standing, I eased
forward and into her. I felt her walls grip me with intense
force. Between that and the heat of her, I was fighting hard to keep
from coming instantly. I looked at her beautiful face, her eyes
penetrating mine. We moved easily and slowly together, working toward
an amazing high. I could feel her hands on my back, digging her nails
in slightly. The urgency for release was felt by both of us. We eased
the pace up a little, her pussy caressing me, working me to an even
higher level. She whispered "I'm going to come," in my ear. She pulled
my mouth to hers and kissed me hard and deep. She grabbed me with both
hands and pulled my body against hers, driving my cock in to the
hilt. Her muscles inside contracted as she came, pulling me over the
point of no return. I worked out a bit and slammed back in, coming
hard in her, which took her orgasm a little further. Spent, we sighed
and kissed slowly, savoring the moment. We kissed again, then pulled
apart, talking some.

That's just sort of where the fantasy ended.

Just to look at her was to feel a passion, a lust, and such an
incredible desire for her. And yet, I still couldn't work up the nerve
to ask her out. I guess I just figured that any woman that incredible
has to be dating someone.

Here's the part where I'm supposed to ask her out and where things are
supposed to go my way. Perhaps in the fantasy world I'd like to live
in, it would have worked that way. Sorry to say that they did not. I
overheard her talking to someone in the Theater department about her
boyfriend Andy. "Well," I thought, "that figures." I mean it makes
sense. In the real world, guys like me do not ever get girls like
her. It defies some sacred law or something.

I had just resigned myself to admiring her from afar. Hell, it
wouldn't really be any different then the previous months. It wasn't
like I had no prospects for a dating life. I was just so struck by
her, by her beauty. By the cynic in her that showed up when I heard
her talking with people outside the theater.

I still liked to hang out where she worked. Just because she wasn't
destined to be mine didn't mean I couldn't admire her. I guess since
the world balance had shown that she was out of reach, I decided to
talk to her one night...more than just boring, "nice weather"
chitchat. Nothing magical happened, but it was the start of a
friendship.

To tell you the truth, I can't even remember what we talked about. I'm
sure it was something completely banal, and probably uninteresting to
most people. I guess we probably talked about how our jobs sucked. I'm
sure we talked about college and majors because that's the standard
college small talk. (So, what's your major? Yeesh. It's almost as
trite and cheesy as "Say, baby, what's your sign?")  Whenever there
was a show at the theater, there would be a Friday night dress
rehearsal that was open to students, opening night Saturday, and then
performances the next Friday and Saturday, closing night the following
Saturday. Basically, whenever there was a show, I'd get to see her
there. I kept signing up to work these horrible shows on the chance of
spending perhaps 20 minutes or so a night talking to her. Pathetic?
Yeah, it probably is and was. Nonetheless, come weekends on my breaks
I'd come downstairs and have a smoke and talk to her, learning more
about her with each passing week.  She never really talked about her
boyfriend. I guess she just didn't want to discuss it. I did overhear
her talking to a friend of hers about a fight she had with Andy. It
sounded pretty bad. She still never mentioned him. It seemed a bit
strange. I didn't ask and she didn't talk. Seemed reasonable enough to
me. After all, it wasn't really my business.

About three months after meeting her, I was sitting on back wall
outside the theater grabbing a smoke. She walked up to the door with a
friend, taking a final drag off of her cigarette before going
inside. I heard her say that she had moved out of the apartment she
shared with Andy and gotten her own place and that it was over for
good. I thought to myself that only a complete jerk would be happy
that things went badly for her. Of course, I'm far from perfect, so of
course I thought that, at least to some degree. Hey, I'm only human.

The following weekend while we were outside talking and grabbing a
smoke, I decided to ask her out. Well, it didn't quite work that
way. I think what really happened is that I said "Do you want to go
out for coffee after the show?" Not quite asking her on a date, but it
was still leaps and bounds for a shy person, right? Right. She looked
a bit surprised, but it only took her a couple of seconds to say no,
that she already had plans.

 [Author's note: You were expecting the "yes" there, I
 know. Sorry. Stay tuned and please be patient...this is more of a
 personal story than a lot of the other things that might find their
 way around here.]

I hoped I masked the disappointment on my face. I'm not sure that I
did. I think she saw that working my way up to even asking her out to
coffee was tough for me to do. I got the consolation prize,
though. She gave me her phone number and got mine, as well.

I guess that might have been the end of it if I hadn't been signed up
for three more performance nights. I knew that I probably would never
build up the nerve to pursue her further. I was working on the
computer in my dorm room when the phone rang one Sunday. My roommate
Tom answered and handed me the phone, saying, "It's some girl for
you." For the life of me, I couldn't think of who it would be. I was
between girlfriends and hadn't really met anyone in awhile that would
call me. I grabbed the phone and said hello. It was she! (You knew it
would be, it just had to be.) She asked if I was busy and if I wanted
to go out to grab some coffee. She gave me directions to her apartment
and said to pick her up in an hour.

Woohoo! I was ecstatic. Hell, I was beyond ecstatic. I'm not sure why
I was so happy. It's not like it was a real date. In fact, she
probably just felt guilty about saying no to me before. I had to tell
Joel, my best friend at school and confidant. He was happy for me and
gave me that silly grin that he's got down to a science and asked if I
needed condoms. The guy thought that since he was a senior and I but a
poor frosh that I needed a father figure. I chuckled, said no, and was
on my way to the bathroom to get ready.

An hour later (almost to the second), I was at her door. She came to
the door and invited me in, apologizing for the place being messy. She
introduced me to Alex, her cat, and ran back to her bedroom to put on
her shoes. I got the nickel tour, then...and that's a fairly accurate
description, since her place couldn't have been more than about 500
square feet, most of it crammed with books. I think you can tell a lot
about a person by the books, or lack thereof, on their shelves. She
had a very broad range and taste in books. If she'd read even half of
them, I knew we'd probably never run out of things to talk about. I
knew she was intelligent, but I never realized what a voracious reader
she had to be to even read a small percentage of those titles.

So, off we went to go grab coffee. We talked for a long time over
coffee, staying in the restaurant for hours. She told me about her
parents, and where she was from, and how school was going and such. I
learned that she was about six months younger than I was. She seemed
so much worldlier than I did, though. Perhaps that's something that I
found so attractive about her.

My end of the conversation felt much less interesting, but I found
that she was really easy to talk to. Eventually, we left the
restaurant and headed back to her place. We continued talking late
into the night. I think I got back to the dorm around three or four in
the morning. I was running on an adrenaline high from just being with
her all evening.

Over the next few months there were many nights like
that. Conversations that started in mid-afternoon that would go on
until all hours of the night. Joel was convinced that she and I were
lovers. In truth, it was all very innocent. I was extremely attracted
to her, but it just never went anywhere. I know she knew it because as
we became more familiar with each other, bawdy comments would fly out
of my mouth before I could stop them. I'd like to think that she might
have even been flattered by my attention.

It got to a point that we became a sort of support system for each
other. When one of us was stressed out, we'd hang out, smoke, talk,
drink a bit, study, trade massages, etc. If one of us had a problem,
we could always talk to the other. In short, it was a beautiful
friendship. I've always had close female friends because I think it's
easier to open up to them for the most part. They tend not to expect
the macho bullshit, which is good, because I'm a fairly mild-mannered
type of person.

We got to a point where I really learned all about her. She had a past
that was not so pretty. Partly because of her, partly because of
growing up where she did, partly because of some bad decisions on her
part. It was strange for me to deal with. I come from a fairly
sheltered environment, never really experiencing terrible tragedies in
my life. I guess I can count my blessings on that account. At any
rate, I think that's where I learned one of the many definitions of a
true friend: "A true friend is someone who knows everything about
you...and likes you anyway." It rang true to some degree with her. I
think knowing all about her made me respect her more though.

Over Christmas Break we made plans to hang out some. I was going home
for a few days, but would coming back to town before the New Year. On
New Year's Eve, I went by to see her in the afternoon. It was almost
comical. She was in a tizzy because she was baking pies to take to a
friend's party. To watch her being domestic was definitely a twist
from her normal self. I had to leave a couple hours later to go to
Chris' place.

On my way out the door she hugged me and gave me a New Year's
kiss. What surprised me is that she wrapped her arms around me,
pulling me close. I could feel her breasts warm against my chest, her
hips pressing into me. She ran one hand up the back of my neck,
entwining her long fingers in my hair and used the other hand to hold
me against her. She leaned in to kiss me. As she kissed me, I guess I
just expected a chaste kiss, but I felt her lips brush mine, parting
slightly. I felt her tongue touch my lips. I opened my mouth kissed
her deeply, feeling the energy from her body, her tongue. There was so
much passion in that kiss that it made me instantly hard. That
embarrassed me a little, but as she pressed tighter and tighter
against me and kept right on kissing me, it just didn't matter.  A
minute or so later, she pulled back and said "Happy New Year." She had
such an impish grin on her face. I'm sure my chin was dropped to the
floor. It still hadn't quite sunk in that this gorgeous, intelligent
creature had just kissed me with so much intensity that my knees were
feeling a bit weak. The rest of that night was kind of a blur to
me. The party I went to was great, but I kept think about "The Kiss"
and how incredible it was.

[cont. in pt 2]

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