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Subject: {ASSM} Where The River Bends (ff, rom, 1st)
Date: Wed, 25 Sep 2002 07:10:02 -0400
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Where The River Bends (ff, rom, 1st) by MNStephenson

We sat under that small tree, where the river meanders sharply, turning 
almost back on itself. As if we were nearly on an island. It was hot, 
summer, the only movement the lazy running of the stream. Susie wore 
cut-offs and a T, like she always did on August days, and I wore my summer 
dress, the one with the help-me-tan straps.

We sat, and we talked, of everything and anything, as only close friends 
can. We had been here, under that small tree - it never seemed to grow - so 
many summers, so many conversations, but for the first time something else 
was in the air, and it was change.

We never said it, but the question was there, why, when we loved each other 
so dearly, as friends, had we chosen to study at colleges so far apart? Or 
why had we never sat down, compared choices, and agreed we wouldn't be 
separated? But now, as the summer burned to its climax, it was too late, and 
in just a few weeks Susie's life would take her one way, mine another.

Susie rolled onto her front. I loved the way she was careless of the dust - 
it'll brush off! I was so careful, always checking to see my hem wasn't 
brushing the ground. She rested her chin on her hands, looked me directly 
with those blue eyes, and brushed away a strand of sandy hair that was 
tickling her cheek. "Do you think we'll be here next year?" she asked, her 
expression simple but intense.

I was sitting with my back to the tree, worrying that ants were climbing 
inside my dress. "Of course," I said, far too glib.

Susie pouted, unconvinced. "You might fall in love with your English 
professor."

"Wouldn't stop me being here," I retorted. "Anyway, you might fall in love 
with your French tutor."

Susie pulled a face, and rolled onto her back, gathering more dust. "I don't 
think so. I expect them all to be hairy and beardy." She giggled. "It would 
scratch!"

I laughed too. One of the main things we shared was our lack of experience 
with boys. "There'll be the other students, of course," I offered, inviting 
the inevitable response.

"I have no expectations in that direction," Susie said confidently. Now she 
was chewing thoughtfully on the end of a piece of grass. "They'll all be 
missing their mummies far too much. Or doing sports. I don't know. That 
aspect doesn't appeal much, does it?"

"No, maybe not."

Susie rolled over again. Her T was now brown with dust. Dried shards of 
leaves clung to the dirty cotton. She looked a mess, but her face was 
serious again. "How long have we been coming here?"

I counted. "Seven years."

"Ever wanted to be anywhere else?" she asked.

I thought carefully. "Never." It was the truth. It was always the best being 
with Susie.

"Me too," she said. "But now..." She trailed off.

"You want to be somewhere else?" It was meant as a joke.

Susie looked hurt. "No! I...the opposite. Now...I never want to be anywhere 
else."

I smiled, although I felt sad. "It's only term time."

She shook her head. "It won't be the same."

"We'll write, phone, e-mail." It was a familiar role, Susie down, me trying 
to pick her up, but the strength of our feelings was new.

"It won't be the same." She looked at me so seriously, and then her gaze 
dropped, still intense, to my breasts, down further, over my tummy, to my 
waist and below. It had never occurred to me that from her position Susie 
could see up my dress, because it had never mattered before. Instinctively I 
snapped my legs shut. What was she doing? She looked away, her face flushed. 
"I wonder..." she said, not looking at me.

I was so confused, my heart beating. Why had she looked at me like that? She 
was inviting me to ask - did I dare find out?

"Wonder what?" I felt timid asking.

She still wouldn't, or couldn't, look at me. "I wonder," she said slowly, 
"what all our love is for?" When I didn't answer she continued "You do love 
me, don't you?"

"Yes," I said. "Apart from my family, you're the dearest person in the world 
to me. If it isn't love, I don't know what is."

"And is it all for this, to go away and forget about each other?"

"We won't forget."

"It seems to me," again she was choosing her words carefully, "that a love 
that feels...so strong...is more than that." She looked at me again, blinking. 
Another strand of hair had fallen, but she let it be.

I said nothing.

All of a sudden she lifted herself up, onto her knees, but in doing so she 
caught a small stone and a thin trickle of blood ran down her leg. "I'm 
sorry," she said, "please don't hate me for saying this, but...it seems to 
me," she was looking away again, "that our love is so strong it's...physical."

It can only have been half a second, then the penny dropped. It was like 
there was a roaring in my ears. Susie's face was still turned away, and I 
couldn't bear for her not to look at me, for her to think I might hate her 
for saying something so beautiful, however unexpected.

"Gosh," I said. Well, sometimes words fail us.

It caught her attention. She had looked around, before her discomfort could 
restrain her. "Gosh?" All of a sudden, we were still the same friends, but 
more.

"I'm sorry," I said, holding her gaze. "I'd never thought of us like that." 
She looked disappointed, rejected, and I knew I hated that. "Doesn't mean I 
couldn't..."

Her expression changed so quickly, like a young child's, from pain to 
pleasure. "No!"

I even smiled. "Yes! I mean, I've never thought of us...doing it...sorry, that 
sounds so adolescent. And I have felt...the way I love you...I couldn't express 
it before. Maybe that's the way."

"But you're not turned on?" Susie asked, almost incredulous. I shook my 
head. "Because I am so turned on." She tried one more time. "I want to make 
love to you, and that doesn't turn you on?" I thought carefully, as I always 
did when Susie asked a question. No.

Then she reached to hold my arms, and quickly, fearing any pause would give 
me time to run away, pressed her lips against mine.

Oh, I had kissed boys before, but all they could think was "get my tongue 
inside, give it ten seconds and I can feel her tits." Pure pointless lust. 
But Susie's kiss, she was so tender, so warm, so passionate, her lips were 
speaking to me silently with their caress, that she loved me always.

Now I was turned on. I had no doubts about my own kiss, how to respond, what 
to do, because my love for Susie was communicating with her love for me. I 
gently stroked her hair, for her to know there was no doubt.

There was no question of stopping, or breathing, only moving closer, feeling 
the press of our breasts against each other, the give, the swell, her 
nipples poking hard against my soft flesh. As close as we got all we could 
want was to be closer still.

She was a tiger, mind. Once her initial surprise at my response was over, 
Susie's hands were up my dress, inside my knickers, pawing my ass cheeks, 
rubbing and squeezing them. No boy had ever treated my backside with so 
little respect, or such wonderful exciting passion. I responded, happy to 
follow Susie's lead, stroking and teasing the denim of her cut-offs.

I was pressed back, hard against the bark of that small tree, my hem line 
safe from dirt because it was up around my waist. I could pull Susie in 
between my legs and I did, drawing our bodies together all the way down, 
exchanging the heat we both felt between our legs.

I wanted to be closer, closer still, and I struggled with the button of her 
shorts, I couldn't undo them, and Susie helped, laughing, and I realised 
that yes, you can have fun during sex. Before she had time to lie back down 
against me I slipped my fingers inside her knickers, brushing them 
impatiently through the springy resistance of her bush to feel the slickness 
of her slit.

I was not a great teenage frigger, but I knew how wet I normally got, and if 
that was a stream then Susie was an ocean in flood. As I moved my fingers up 
to lightly caress her pearl she groaned, although her mouth was pressed 
tight against mine.

I needed touching too, I drew my mouth away for long enough to beg "Please..." 
and my lover obliged, knowing my desire, reaching under my knickers from the 
side to tease my pussy with the tips of her fingers.

Although I could feel we were both close to coming I wanted to know Susie 
better and I tugged at her t-shirt and bra, my passion again getting the 
better of my dexterity. Helping my struggling fingers she laughed as she had 
before, and I wondered how anyone could enjoy sex that wasn't so happy. The 
vision of Susie's soft pale breasts blew my musing out of my mind.

We were in a natural momentum, our fingers working each other's cunts so 
softly but with such passion, our lips had only parted the once, then I 
could feel my climax coming, as my frigging of Susie's clit became more 
spasmodic she responded in kind, two volcanoes, perhaps, blowing together 
beneath that small tree where the river bends.

I never went to college, never wanted to or needed to after that.

{If you enjoyed my story, would you please let me know? MNStephenson}




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