My limbs were splayed out on the luscious grass. I could feel little twigs poking into my back and the indentations of the earth being pressed into my skin.
"You comfortable down there?" Vallita loved to toy with me.
"Oh yeah, never been better!" My sarcastic tone could ring through despite the dwindling oxygen intake to my lungs. "Although...would you mind *not* sitting on the part of me that is vital for living? If you kill me now, I won't be able to serve your every whim in the future."
She laughed at this, causing me to begin laughing as well. "Fine, fine, I'll move."
She scooted down from the upper part of my torso so she was straddling the downward curve between my stomach and hips. "There. Now that I've let you live, what was that about serving my every whim?"
I drew a deep breath. "Yes, it's true. Here I am, your willing jester. What shall I do for you, m'lady?" I moved my hands so they were placed under my head; I wanted to see her better.
She wore a shredded black t-shirt that just screamed "rebellious". Her knee-high, brightly-striped socks and even the khaki of her shorts starkly contrasted in color to her porcelain-like skin. Her image, to me, was the pinnacle of teenage anarchy.
She was also, to me, in more recent days, the pinnacle of teenage sexuality. She was wonderfully small: about 5"3 in height, weighing 101 pounds. Not only was she thin, but she was lean, with slightest hint of musculature; to top everything off, two fine breasts that fit on her perfectly.
I gazed at her longingly- it had been only a few weeks since I had started viewing her in such a way. It was strange to think less than a year ago she and I were complete strangers; even more strange was that I had even disliked her for a time. After spending a few hours together on a sunny afternoon, however, we both came to a certain understanding of each other. It was from then on that we became very close.
But this feeling I felt for her...this was new. It was like a continuous quake throughout my whole body, with the epicenter placed in the very middle of me. I tried not to manifest these rumblings to her, and I succeeded. The only question was
How long would that last?
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