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A story of the past.

Aug. 6th, 2007 | 05:09 pm
posted by: himedori_miyako in cuteanimegirls

She's waited for me after track club in our classroom. She was the silent girl who sat staring out of the window of the classroom, but her grades were as good as mine. I envied her to be honest, I had wished throughout high school to sit near the window.

"Miya-san..." she called me, when I walked into our deserted classroom.
"Oh... I didn't expect anyone to still be here." I said, surprised at her presence.
"Normally I'd have left already, but I noticed you had left your bookbag and waited for you." she admitted to me.
"Oh... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make anyone wait." I said, blushing that she'd waited cause she wanted to "protect" my belongings.
"No... no..." she said, interupting me as I tried to bow. "I wanted to see you...."
"Why me?" I asked aloud, knowing we'd barely interacted all year and feeling somewhat guilty about it.
"Miya-san... I..." she started, her eyes downcast. She worked up her courage, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "I... really like you." she said.
I was stunned by her confession, and more stunned by her next move. She stepped into me, pressing against me and desperately pressing her lips to mine.
I didn't know what to do. My body tried to react, to step back or oddly, to step into her kiss. Her lips were soft and moist, her hands gentle against my back. Her tongue parted my lips and slipped inside my mouth. I found myself kissing her back, enjoying the kiss, excited by it. She oomphed into me as I pulled her tight against me. "Haaaa." Her voice made the smallest sound, my fingers sliding over her top, then finding the button on the side of her skirt. We danced through the rows of desks until we were hidden by the teacher's podion. Her skirt fell down her legs, and my hands slid over the smooth fabric of her panties. My fingers had a life of their own, caressing her body, the movements not conscious but rather following the flow of her body. We became lovers and when graduation came, we parted friends. I loved her, she loved me, but life didn't keep us together. I still hear from her today, and sometimes when she is in town she visits. Those nights are good, the two of us sharing each other's warmth in my futon but we're no longer together, our bodies just call to each other. Her name still comes unbidden in the nighttime and my heart aches for her during the long winter nights.

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