Message-ID: <1697eli$9706251139@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: waagh@aol.com (Waagh) Subject: 2nd attempt-Angie F/F 1/2 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: Angie (author unknown) Angie was my first friend away from home. We shared an apartment on the east side of campus. It was a dingy little one bedroom affair, with too little light to really grow house plants. But we made the best of it, my bed on one side of the room, hers on the other, and in the middle, two ragged looking dressers. Our bras and other unmentionables drying side by side over the tub in the bathroom. We got a bunch of fluorescent lamps to make the place brighter and managed to grow a hand full of homely looking green things that we called plants. The cats, we had two, would occasionally attack the stringy shoots, doing mild damage. Yet they grew anyway, sickly though they might seem. Angie was in the Chemistry program, I was in English literature. We shared few classes, and our schedules were different enough for the first three months we hardly tripped over each other running to and from lectures. It started out like that anyway. I met her when I was looking for apartments. We'd both showed up at the same place. Neither of us wanted it, even making the same disparaging remarks about the condition of the place. After we finished laughing at assessments we shared, we hit a local coffee shop. Angie is tall, well, taller than me. I'm only 5'2", and I feel short. She easily tops 5'10". She took up more of the table than I, but it didn't matter. We simply spread our notes out and started to talk about where we'd looked. By the time we finished discussing advantageous areas about campus, we concluded that together we could afford more than twice the apartment for the same amount, if we both lived there. Set about to find a place we could share. As I said, this worked for several months pretty well. We even started to go together to parties, and sometimes hit the bars in each other's company. We had one of those tacit little agreements college roomies make about bringing someone home, who would sleep where and when. Somehow it hadn't yet happened though. One day, everything changed. We'd been in studying for too long. The evening shadows had stretched into continuous darkness and we had skipped dinner. Suddenly Sambo, our gray stray, spent a period being sprayed with the kitty discipline bottle. I'd gotten him once, Angie got him once, then we both reached for the water at the same time. It caused a bit of a chuckle. "We should go do something," Angie told me. "Something to get out of the walled in mind set. "What did you have in mind?" "I'd like to raid one of the Frats..." "Raid? I don't know what you mean." "We'll break in and swipe something. Like their letters banner or something." "That's not such a great idea, Angie." "It's okay, we just won't get caught. Come on," and taking me by the hand, she hauled me away from my studies, Sambo, and any real social event we might have attended that night. Now I won't bore you with the details of how we got up to the Tau Delta Chi's banner, hanging over their front door. Suffice it to say we were on our way down, when one of the guys shouted about two girls stealing their flag. It was a bit of a fright, soon the entire frat was scrambling about the campus searching for us. Okay, it was a stupid stunt, and I was scared. What happened next is what really shocked me. And the shock, yes, even the surprise, was inside me. We ran in front of the administration building, down the steps towards the park behind. We saw a bunch of the frat hanging out in the open area ahead of us, and more in pursuit behind. The only hiding place we could find was amid the bushes behind Hickory's statue. Hickory was some kind of founding father, sitting atop a large horse with the feet firmly planted. I hadn't gotten the story yet about the purpose of this chunk of bronze, but the bushes had grown up against the pedestal, a perfect hiding place. Unfortunately, the frat search party thought so too. So to escape notice as they approached, we climbed the statue. Me first, then Angie. I know this doesn't sound too reasonable as a course of action. But over the years, the university had allowed the trees about Hickory to grow freely. Now the leaves and thin branches afforded a certain amount of concealment. We got up on good ol' Hickory's horse, me right behind him, and Angie clutching at me in turn directly behind. That's when it really started. The rustling in the bushes below soon subsided. "Hsst," Angie's warm breath whispered into my ear. "I'll try to stretch, see if I still see them in the field below." My view was obstructed both by tree and statue alike, so I simply nodded. She humped herself up a bit, her hands on my hips. She soon found a hole she could peek through, and dropped back down again. Her breath was hot, not warm, as she breathed against the back of my neck. I could feel the small hairs stiffen there in response. "They're still out there, Jane." She held on to my hips. I felt very unusual, trapped on top of a statue with my roomie, a stolen Frat banner in my hands. Fear had vanished, a certain conspiratorial sensation drew me closer to Angie in that moment. A sense of comradery, perhaps a sense of close affection. She started to pop up and down, peering out through the branches, pushing down on my hips. Every time she did this, I found myself being pushed into a ridge on the back of the horse statue, my crotch rubbing against the fabric of my jeans. After the first few times, her hot breath on my neck in combination with the rubbing, I was beginning to feel weak, I tucked my head against my chest while I held onto Hickory tightly. "I still see them," she whispered, her lips right up against my neck. Goose bumps shivered down my spine. I could feel her holding herself along the length of my back, her chest an interesting and soft pressure from behind. My breath caught once, a red haze of warmth flowing up my back, and down from my neck. A few more movements on her part and I was panting. I tried to cover it up, but I felt sure she must hear it. She must know, my body was adding it's own motions, grinding the statue against my crotch. But I bite down, suppressing the sounds trying to escape from my throat. I fought to hide, not only from the pursuing frat members, but from the girl who had quietly become my best friend. Her fingers rested on my waist, and moved to my hips as she continued to check for our victims. For myself, every touch she made brought more heat to my cheeks. I could even imagine feeling her nipples rubbing against my back. I prayed to myself for a soft gentle orgasm, that she not know how her body had aroused me. "I think they're gone, roomie." She quickly started to slide down the back of the horse, apparently unaware of the effect she'd had on me. I rejoiced I hadn't betrayed us with an orgasm while hiding out. I also rejoiced she hadn't found out she was arousing me. Our friendship would be over, and I wouldn't have that. I managed to settle myself down before dropping to the ground. It was good the darkness concealed my face. I had to have been flushed red from the excitement contact with Angie's body had given me. I felt my body calm itself, and Angie apparently believed my panting on the statue was from fear. She became very protective of me for the rest of our little jaunt, making me hide while she stood watch whenever she suspected the frat search parties were near. We slipped into the apartment an hour later, our trophy in our hands. Relief washed over us. I gave her a roomie hug, and dropped the trophy into her dresser drawer. It was really her prize. She should keep it to remember our fun. After that night though, my view of Angie changed. I knew she aroused me, even if she didn't. I could no longer look at her without seeing the tender fingers which had brought the tingling arousal through my hips, the breasts that rolled against my back, and the lips that had brushed so softly along my neck. Sometimes, just looking at her lovely face brought the goose bumps back. I longed to hold her close, the feeling was eating away at me so strongly. But I dared not say anything. She would turn on me immediately, I felt sure. The next week she went out with some guy she knew from Organic. A chemistry class of some sort. This brought the entire sensation into a sharper focus. I watched her dress, putting on a very sexy blouse I'd helped her pick out. I watched as she put on her makeup, a few simple touches to accent her already beautiful face. Then I saw her smile at him, hold his hand and leave. I sat and cried for an hour. I knew she wouldn't be mine. I wanted to hold her hand and have her smiling at me. I would have to settle on knowing she would be my friend, as long as she never learned how I really felt about her. I cleaned up, fed the cats, and went to bed. There wasn't anything else to do, no place to go, no way to fix it so I didn't feel this way. I hid it pretty well the next day, she couldn't know what I was looking for in her. Just one clue she'd return the feelings I had. 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