Message-ID: <24050asstr$957863406@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "John P. Fault" X-Original-Message-ID: <8f7lss$gfc$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Tue May 09 00:25:16 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Learning From Allison (m/F) part 1/2 Date: Tue, 9 May 2000 05:10:06 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates Learning from Allison John P. Fault 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 under age, 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: I think I like writing the author's note as much as the story itself. I'm obviously not a well person. At any rate, this story is set a number of years ago when I was 16. These are my experiences from long ago. I do not necessarily suggest that you take them to heart. I only offer them up as entertainment. Times, places, and people have all been changed a bit to protect the, um, not quite so innocent, as well as to enhance the story a bit. I hope you enjoy it.] The first time I met her was when I was in fourth grade. She was a friend of my big sister's. She was tall (to me), thin, kind of gawky, with a mouthful of braces. She also had a very shrill voice that stood out in a crowd. She and her mom lived right around the corner from us, so she was over at our house a lot. I guess the reason she really stood out in my mind back then was because she was always really nice to me and made sure that I was included in the goings on. That was really nice of her considering that she was 13 or 14 and I was about 10. It was like having a big sister that was actually nice to me. She always seemed a little manic and high-strung. It never really occurred to me then, but it did later. I was just happy that one of my sister's friends actually wanted me around. It was nice. It made me feel a bond with her. About a year later, her mom got a job a couple of counties over where they had relatives. She moved away that year and I didn't hear from her for a long time. I had actually sort of forgotten about her. Every now and then my sister would mention that she'd heard from Allison, we'd reminisce a bit, then life would continue like always. One day, my sophomore year in high school, a friend (more like a friendly acquaintance, I guess), Billy, asked me if I remembered Allison Williams. That took me by surprise. I asked if it was the Allison Williams that used to live on McClellan Avenue about six years ago. He said, "Yep. She's my step-sister now. She was asking if you or your sister were still around. She's in school in Whitesburg, at the college there, but she's back in town for the summer and wanted to find some of her old friends." I was amused and definitely surprised. I really wanted to see her because like I said, we had some sort of bond going on.I found out that Billy only lived about two blocks from me, on the other end of McClellan Avenue. Now that was weird. She moved from McClellan, disappeared for years, and now her mom lives roughly three blocks from their old house. Strange coincidence, it would seem. I gave Billy a lift home after school so I'd have an excuse to stop by and see Allison. We went in to his house and he ran upstairs, yelling for her to come down, that she had guests. She came downstairs and I did a double, then a triple take. This was most definitely not the same girl I had known. The thin, gawky girl of the past was no longer. She no longer seemed quite so tall, about 5'4", a little shorter than I was. Her short pony tail was gone, replaced with rather thick blonde hair. Her thin frame had ripened into a very (*very*!) well proportioned body...nice medium sized breasts, broad hips, shapely legs...and as I panned back up to take in her smile, the braces were gone. I guess that shouldn't be all that surprising. It just seemed so weird that the last time I had seen her she looked so much different and now she was absolutely gorgeous. The age difference that had seemed so huge before now seemed a bit lessened. Though there was an air about her that spoke of maturity and experience that I, as a young buck of 16, just didn't have. Her smile was broad and her eyes twinkled a bit. She spoke first, "Wow! Look at you! You've really grown up! I guess last time I saw you, you were about 10." I grinned a bit and said, "Looks like I'm not the only one who did some growing up. You look great !" She grinned and stepped towards me and gave me a hug. I was so taken aback by the proximity of such an amazing woman so suddenly that I was completely speechless. Somehow I managed to not embarrass myself (or her). Billy had since deserted us. I hadn't noticed since I was so focused on Allison. We went into the living room and sat down and just talked for a bit. We caught up a little on what had happened between moving and coming back. We talked a little about fond memories from years before. She even dug up some pictures from a Halloween party she had had the last year she lived in town. There was a group shot with me, my sister, Allison, and Natalie (another of my sister's friends). Talk about a group that had changed ! It was like we had never been apart. We were having a great time strolling down memory lane.I was enjoying the talk, but kept sneaking downward glances at her smooth, tan legs. She caught me doing it finally and just grinned at me. It was a look that said "I know what you're doing, but it's okay." I blushed anyway because that's my nature. It was nearing 5pm and I needed to get home and get some stuff done. She walked me to the door and said that she was going to be in through the end of the summer, when she was going back to school, and that she didn't really know anyone here anymore. She said that we should hang out a bit and really catch up because it had really been a long time. I agreed, said farewell, and went out to my car. In the days that followed, I found myself thinking about her an awful lot. Well, to be truthful, there was some thinking and a whole lot of fantasizing. Hell, I was 16 with the hormones to prove it. The weekend rolled around and my Saturday night plans had fallen through. I called Allison and asked her if she wanted to come over and watch a movie. She said sure. I told her I'd come pick her up and we could go pick something out. At dinner I told my parents that Allison was coming by to watch a movie they were less than thrilled. Mom said what they were both thinking, "She's 21 or almost 21, why is she hanging around with a 16 year old high school boy." My sister came to my defense. (Which surprised the hell out me...) and said, "Look, she doesn't really have any friends here anymore. It's no big deal. You're making something out of nothing. She's just trying to hang out with friends from the old days. She and John were like brother and sister even back then...only they fought less." She flashed me a grin with that last bit. Gotta love my sis. I had to admit that even though I'd been having all sorts of erotic fantasies about Allison that I would never expect for any of them to happen. For starters, she *was* 21 and I was 16. That just doesn't happen. The other thing was that we were good friends in the past and could be again. I didn't want to jeopardize that. Hormones be damned, I did value friendship. The other thing was that I was somewhat shy and not terribly aggressive. So, the sum here was that this really was a friendly thing, nothing more. Or so I thought. I picked Allison up at her place and off we went to rent a movie. I can't remember what we finally ended up picking out, but it was some sort of horror/suspense type movie. We headed back to my house (okay, my parent's house) to watch the movie. We popped some popcorn, grabbed a couple of cokes, and headed down to the basement. The basement was pretty much my domain. My parents were pretty cool about me having friends over, so they put some foam furniture and a decent TV and VCR down there. I put everything down, popped the tape in, and settled myself down on one of the foam couches. Allison sat down at the other end of the couch, with the popcorn between us. As the movie got going, she got scared (so she said) and scooted closer to me. I can't say that I minded at all. Her hair smelled so good and her body felt so warm and soft against me. I had to remind myself that this was all innocent and that I shouldn't read more into it than was there. The movie continued on. I guess we both dozed off toward the end. I missed the ending entirely. I opened my eyes and found myself with Allison's head on my shoulder and sort of halfway draped over me. It was definitely nice. Her eyelids fluttered and she looked at me, a slow smile creeping over her face. She sighed and murmured something incomprehensible and cuddled up a bit closer. At this point I had to have a stern conversation with my libido. On one hand, here was an attractive girl (woman!) laying on me. On the other hand, I've known her forever and she was like a sister to me not so long ago. On the other, other hand, being 16, one of my prime goals was to be this close to attractive females. On the last hand, she did initiate and perpetuate the contact. So, having felt good about reasoning with myself, I let things sort of ride on as they were. The fact that my argument used four hands didn't bother me in the least. The problem now was that while I was talking to myself, Allison shifted a bit which brought her breasts in full contact with my rib cage. I felt myself getting hard. I tried to think of just about everything but the situation to get things under control. I looked down and Allison opened her eyes and looked at me. She slid up my body, bringing an even more delicious contact with her as she did so. When her face was even with mine, she looked at me, then leaned in and kissed me. It was rather electrifying. I felt it in my toes. She rolled off of me, onto her side and pulled me so I was facing her. She slid her hand up my back, over my neck, and into my hair, pulling my face gently to hers. The feeling of her hands caressing my face and neck as we kissed just added to the sensory overload I was feeling. I pulled in closer, feeling her lush body against me. The sheer amount of heat coming of her body was amazing. I eased a wayward strand of her long blonde hair out of her face. We looked at each other and smiled a bit. I said to her, "I can't believe what we're doing. It seems like it should be really wrong, but it feels right...comfortable...amazing." She just gave me a soft smile and ran her fingers through my hair again which sent jolts of electricity up my spine. She pulled me in again and we kissed for what seemed like hours. I was rock hard by this point and the way we were pressed together there was no way for her not to know. As we kissed, I snaked a hand under her sweatshirt, up her back, slowly sliding my nails lightly up her spine. She moaned softly and arched her back, pushing her soft breasts into my chest. I worked my hand around her side a bit, inching my way toward a breast. My index finger had just reached a bare (bare!) breast under her shirt. I should have realized from my meanderings up her back that she was braless, but it had taken touching the gentle swell to come to that realization. She stopped me and said, "Let's not start what we can't finish." I guess the disappointment showed. She said to me, "There will be other times and places, well, that is if you're creative. Can you find us a place where we can be alone for a while and not have to worry about anyone walking in on us ?" I didn't know of any place off the top of my head, but I'd damn sure find one ! We kissed awhile more and then she said she needed to get home because she had some things to do early the next day. I walked her to her car and went back inside. My balls were aching, but the only joy they would get for now was a little solo action. Sigh. [cont.in part 2] -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+