Our Secret Place
"Frederick Skyler Wentworth is a big pansy!" a bully's voice called out after him. "Are you afraid to fight, you wuss?"
Skyler ran, keeping just ahead of the larger man. After crossing the clearing he entered the woods. Charles usually never ventured beyond the clearing, except on this occasion. When Skyler heard the sound of crunching twigs from behind, he knew the bully was still in pursuit.
That was when he noticed an exceptionally dense wall of trees and brush. As Charles tripped and lost his footing, Skyler quickly moved into a kneeling position and crawled through the heavy foliage. Branches scratched at every inch of exposed skin. Charles didn't follow.
"You can run, but you can't hide!" Charles taunted the smaller man. "I'll get you later, you'll see!"
Once beyond the natural barrier was a small clearing, and at its center a most spectacular find; a natural, crystal clear pool of water no larger than the top of a round table much like those found in the chow hall. He was struck by its odd yet serene presence. Overhead the branches of the trees opened up to the sunny blue sky above. A sense of peace and tranquility overcame Skyler that was most rejuvenating.
He sat on the grass at the water's edge and watched, mesmerized, as a colorful dragonfly flitted from point to point along the calm surface. His heavy breathing soon returned to normal and the sweat that moistened his brow evaporated.
When he heard movement in the brush coming from the direction opposite where he'd entered, Skyler assumed Charles had circled around in search of an easier path to enter by. Finding none, the large man was still attempting to maintain the dogged pursuit by crawling through.
"Fine, let's fight," Skyler whispered to himself in surrender.
On second thought he quietly backed into the woods. Skyler remained at the edge, his kneeling form camouflaged by foliage while he still kept the area in his field of view. And that was when his eyes first beheld Alice. Not that he knew her name then, of course, but soon would. When her slender form emerged from the lush green thicket he beheld the sight of a lovely young woman with long, golden hair. She had a kind face, with compassionate, bright blue eyes the color of the sky above.
The woman was dressed simply, in sneakers, denim jeans, and a long-sleeved shirt. Although most of her body was concealed, the clothing could not hide her feminine shape.
She felt Skyler staring and looked in his direction. Her head cocked slightly to one side, as if her curiosity was piqued.
"Is someone there?" she called out.
Fearing he may have stumbled onto someone's private property and could potentially be in trouble, Skyler didn't answer.
"I know you're there," she spoke up. "It's a pleasing spot, don't you think? I come here when my parents fight. It's so peaceful and reassuring to me. Very few people know about it so I'm always alone when I'm here, even when I don't care to be; like now."
She settled into a sitting position on the ground with her legs folded underneath. After hesitating, as if waiting for a response and receiving none, her monologue continued.
"I hate it when they fight. Do your parents do that?"
Skyler was tempted to answer yet remained reluctant. His voice kept silent.
"My name is Alice. My mother loved Alice in Wonderland when she was younger and named me after the story's character. What's your name?"
A twig snapped as Skyler shifted position. After thinking it through he emerged from the foliage.
"Frederick Skyler Wentworth, if you must know. But everybody calls me Skyler. Well, not everybody. Charles doesn't, but my friends and teachers do."
Alice seemed interested by his comment. "Why not Charles too, then?"
Skyler sat down near the water but a short distance from her. "He's a bully and chases me. In fact he's why I'm here."
She smiled warmly. "I shall have to thank him. Are you from that boarding school across the way? Wester, or something..."
"Webster," he corrected. "Yes, that's right."
"Do women attend?"
"No, it's an all-male school."
Alice giggled. "How utterly boring!"
Skyler hid his face in both hands but couldn't disguise his laughter.
"What?" she questioned, confronting him. "What do you find so incredibly funny?"
He didn't, and couldn't, look her in the eyes. Skyler had noticed the British accent from the very start and now found it hilarious. "You talk funny!"
Although he couldn't see, she turned defensive. "You'd be talking like this too if it weren't for the French. You'd still be a colony, or so I'm told. Besides... is it not attractive in the slightest way?"
Skyler was confused. "...the French?"
It was Alice's turn to laugh. "Have you not been told? God, perhaps my parents were right. They said money can't buy enlightenment. And here I'd thought they'd been lying all along just to make me feel that being poor was not so bad. As it turns out, such is not the case."
He quickly found himself on the outside looking in. Skyler wasn't an aggressive man to begin with, and her forward style quickly had him reeling. Her harshness eventually softened.
Alice explained, "Sorry, my dad's blood runs through me. He's an opinionated bloke with a lot of Irish in him. Maybe that's why they always fight, which would explain so much. So why are you here? And I don't mean on account of Charles."
He sighed as if relegated to a difficult post. "My mother passed away when I was young. I wish I could remember her, but I can't. I'm sure she was a great mom, because heaven only accepts the best, right?"
Alice was affected, although only slightly. "Yes, even in the colonies!"
Skyler dabbed at the corner of his eyes. "Starting with my great-grandfather, the Wentworths have always been lawyers. I try and explain to my father how I want to write, but he says how a natural writing ability is an asset because a good lawyer writes arguments and briefs, and such. There's no way out of it for me, it seems."
Far off, in the distance, shouts of "Alice" sounded.
"How old are you, anyway?"
"Eighteen," Skyler answered.
She arose. "Me too. Well, I have to go. But I'd love if you came back at this same time tomorrow, Skyler-who-runs-from-Charles."
And so he had a new name born of that meeting; Skyler-who-runs-from-Charles. It reminded him of that movie, "Dances with Wolves", as he was sure it was intended to. Skyler actually felt proud; he hated to see her go, but as that lithe figure pushed through the greenery he knew it was not the last time they'd meet. He suddenly felt better about Charles as well, and was a bit less frightened of the towering menace.
* * * * *
She was already there when he returned. Her face turned toward him and brightened considerably. He could see her cheeks were wet and her eyes rimmed with redness from crying. His excitement waned, replaced by concern. He quickly approached and sat down on her left side. She leaned toward him, resting her shoulder against his. He tentatively moved his right arm around her slender waist. When she appeared to welcome the advance he tightened his hold.
"Are you okay?" Skyler cautiously asked.
She didn't respond immediately. The fingers of her right hand dabbed at the wetness, and then she leaned her head on his shoulder.
"I'm fine, but my mum... It was really bad this time. He came home drunk, and had spent most of his paycheck. When she started shouting at him he hit..."
He felt her entire body shudder as she recalled the violence. "I'm so sorry, Alice. It must have been terrible. Is your mother alright?"
"She's got a bloody nose and a fat lip, but nothing that hasn't happened before. When he starts swinging she taunts him by calling him a Nancy-boy. He'll wake up tomorrow morning wondering what happened and be sorry. When he drinks like that he blacks out and can't remember the things he's done."
Skyler felt at a loss for words. He couldn't imagine the horror of seeing his parents fighting like that, if his mother was still alive. His right arm squeezed her waist hard, like a hug. After a few moments her shaking eased.
"Tell me something funny. I want to smile, not cry. Can you do that for me, Skyler-who-runs-from-Charles?"
He chuckled softly. Skyler liked it when she called him that. "I thought of a name for you last night while I was lying in bed; Alice-who-hides-from-parents."
"Alice-who-hides-from-parents," she repeated in a whimsical tone. "I like that you have given me a special name. What else do you do at that place when you're not making up names? What do you and the others do for entertainment? "
"We talk about girls and pass around dirty magazines," he honestly admitted. "All of us are curious about sex, and being cooped up with other males makes it even worse. After lights-out several of us hide under the covers of a bed with flashlights and we look at the pictures."
Alice wrinkled her nose as her mind painted a mental picture of three horny guys breathing hard with excitement while huddled under blankets, all of them fighting to get the best look of a nude model splayed out in various poses as their erections grew. She softly giggled in response to the vision.
"How sad that the best you can manage is a small color picture," she decided. "Have you ever actually kissed a girl?"
Skyler squirmed uncomfortably for several moments before answering. "Just a picture of one; I kissed her on the lips and tried to pretend she was real."
"Do you think about kissing me?" Alice wondered.
Skyler grew embarrassed. He felt his face getting hot. Unable to find his voice, he silently nodded his head up and down.
Her head lifted off his shoulder and she looked directly at him. "Would you like to now?"
Their eyes met in a deep gaze. Skyler tried leaning forward a few times, but never got close enough to touch their lips together. In the end Alice took the initiative and kissed him. She sensed his left hand reaching out and soon felt it on the back of her neck. Their initially timid embrace evolved into something quite different and very nice as his soft lips repeatedly met hers. They were soon breathing hard as their passion grew.
When Skyler opened his mouth and hesitantly pressed the tip of his tongue at the seam defined by her upper and lower lips, they opened and welcomed him inside. In the tree-lined sanctuary, beside the clear water of a unique pool, the unlikely couple enjoyed the intimate warmth of one another. His tongue pushed gently into Alice's mouth and entwined with hers.
For Alice, it was a wonderful escape from the harsh realities of a life she had not chosen but was forced to endure. Thoughts of her parents faded away as did all of her troubles. She focused on the taste and texture of his mouth, the tingling heat that was forming in her lower belly, and the throbbing of her swollen nipples. Her body was shaking again, but for quite different reasons. Her voice softly moaned as the kissing continued for several minutes.
Skyler had thought of this moment since their first meeting yesterday. Kissing a real person was more wonderful than he ever could have imagined. He hungered for her deeply. That sweet mouth felt and tasted so delicious. How he loved the texture of her tongue as they anxiously rubbed together. The excitement of the moment had hardened his cock. He silently hoped that it would quickly get smaller before she noticed and began laughing.
When the kissing stopped their faces remained close, the tips of their noses barely touching.
"I liked that," Alice whispered, her warm, humid breath massaging his skin.
"It was nice," he agreed. His expelled breath impossibly rushed down the front of her shirt and through the valley between her aroused breasts.
"Do you want to feel what it did to me?"
He was confused by her question. "What it did?"
She reached for his left hand and guided it to her chest. She pressed it against her right breast and encouraged him to touch it. His palm cupped the perky swell as his fingers squeezed on the soft mound. The erect nipple pulsated under the clothing, further stimulated by his tender caresses.
"Your hand feels nice on me."
Her left hand lowered. Skyler flinched when he felt her rubbing on his crotch. Her fingertips traced the outline of the swollen shaft and then began squeezing on the bulge.
A wide smile formed on her lips. "You feel good, too."
Her mouth covered his. Their tongues quickly resumed the heated kissing. She shuddered as he squeezed on the firm swell, thumb fondling the erect tip. The tingly sensation in her lower belly steadily intensified. She was drawn to the pulsating bulge in his pants, and continued touching it. A part of her wanted desperately to unzip his pants and feel a man for her first time, but was equally frightened.
Alice pulled away. "Maybe we should stop for a bit. But I don't mean for you to go. I enjoy your company."
She leaned back on both elbows while looking up at the clear blue sky. Skyler couldn't help but admire the perky boobs. The swollen nipples were quite obviously poking through the fabric.
"What's it like being rich and not having anything to worry about?" Alice questioned.
"It's my father that's rich. He sticks me in this place and leaves me here to rot. He promises to visit, but then never does. He rarely even bothers to call. Not a worry, you think? I worry if he even loves me. My mother did, I felt it, but not him. What about you? What do you worry about?"
"What do I not worry about?" Alice sighed. "When will their next fight be? Is there enough of his paycheck left to cover rent and groceries, or will we be going hungry again? How much longer must I live like this?"
Skyler felt badly upon discovering how things were going for her. "I'm sorry, I had no idea."
She shrugged her shoulders and looked up. "At least I'm loved. My mum and I are very close. I'm sorry you lost yours so early. It makes me sad."
The subject was depressing so she changed it. "I like coming here at night and staring up at the stars. Seeing all those other planets out there makes my life feel so insignificant. It helps, sometimes."
He lay down beside her. Skyler wanted nothing more than to kiss and feel her body again, but was nervous about how Alice might react. He thought it odd when he discovered she was thinking of the very same thing.
"Did you like kissing me, Skyler-who-runs-from-Charles?"
"Very much, Alice-who-hides-from-parents."
They both broke out into laughter as they were struck by the humorous sound of their new names. Skyler was tempted to admit he liked touching her, too, but when his face turned hot from embarrassment he kept quiet.
"Maybe next time you come I'll let you kiss me again."
He grinned. "I'd like that. Will you be my girlfriend?"
She rolled onto her side, placing her elbow on the ground while resting her head on the hand. "Would you really like me to be?"
Skyler nodded. "I wouldn't have asked if I hadn't of meant it. I've never had a girlfriend before, and I'd like you to be my first."
Alice returned to her back and looked up. A whimsical expression surfaced on her cute face. "I've never had a real boyfriend, either. I've kissed guys before, but it seemed different with you. It felt special in some way."
He admitted in an excited tone, "Yes, it did for me too!"
She hid her face in both hands and erupted in laughter, much like the way Skyler had the previous day. He felt left out of the joke, if there had been one.
He grew curious. "What?"
After a few moments her chuckling tapered off. "It just struck me as funny is all. I said that kissing with you seemed different than the other times. And you agreed. But you have only kissed pictures before me, so of course it would seem special with a real girl!"
"Alice!" a woman's voice called out in the distance.
She stood up and brushed a few twigs and blades of grass off her clothing. "Will you keep coming back?"
"I will," he promised.
Skyler watched as she turned and headed off toward home.
He stood and shouted after her, "You never answered my question!"
Alice turned and flashed him a coy smile. "I know."
She turned back around and stepped into the dense thicket of shrubbery where she quickly disappeared. He kept watching, hoping that she'd just been teasing and might emerge long enough to give him a delayed "yes" or "no". But such was not the case. Skyler waited for as long as he dared and then hurried back toward the only place he knew to call home.
* * * * *
His frustration at not receiving an answer continued to grow. Skyler desperately wanted for her to say "yes", but she claimed to still be considering the question. And that was how the next two weeks progressed; with Skyler pestering her, and Alice being playfully evasive, at least between the kissing and touching.
And then it stormed. He'd never seen such brilliant, bright flashes or felt such window-rattling concussions of thunder. And when it rained it did so in blinding, deafening sheets. And for one long, miserable, lonely week the inclement weather forced them apart.
On one dark but temporarily rain-free afternoon the students were herded onto busses and taken to an indoor shopping mall. It was such a relief to get away from the school, even if for only a few hours. Skyler luckily had the foresight to empty his locker of all the money his father had sent over the past seven months out of guilt for canceling promised visits. He had little need for it, but an idea formed as how to best spend it.
* * * * *
The day the clouds broke and the sunshine returned was the happiest of his life. How his heart yearned for Alice-who-hides-from-parents. It was the closest thing to love he'd ever felt for a girl; or anyone, for that matter. And all that school day the lump in his left pants pocket served as a reminder of his intentions that afternoon. Today Skyler just knew he'd get his long-awaited answer.
When school let out Skyler ran across the field for their secret place. This time he wasn't being chased, but rather drawn to the object of his affection. His pace slowed considerably once he reached the woods. He stepped carefully so as not to get hurt. When he wiggled his way through that dense wall, there was no sign of Alice. It was still early, he reassured himself, and he sat down and waited.
While subconsciously pulling at a blade of lush green grass he thought of the future. He'd wanted graduation day to come all his life. He hated the schools where he'd lived, with a headmaster for a father and no mother to love. How Skyler dreamed of finally being free! Yet now as it loomed less than two months away he wanted nothing more than for graduation day to stop approaching. Because with graduation came leaving, and the thought of not having Alice to cheer up his days was deeply troubling.
Alice... Dear, sweet Alice. How his heart ached for her. Why would she not answer the question? Didn't she like him enough? Or was she toying with him like a cat with a mouse? Maybe today instead of pestering her he'd ignore the subject entirely. That seemed logical to him. When one tactic failed, change tactics! They taught them that in the Military History lessons.
He'd about given up when he heard movement in the brush. And then his sweetly smiling angel appeared. His heart fluttered and pulse raced with unbridled attraction. All of his worries left him as he set eyes on his beautiful princess.
The blue jeans and shirt were replaced by a lovely blue and white dress. Her silky blonde hair was nicely styled, with a clip on top holding it in place. And her face appeared to radiate with delight. When he saw that the dress left much of her slender legs and arms exposed he worried that she may have scratched her skin while crawling through the thicket
"I've missed you terribly!" he stood and greeted his absent best friend. He walked to her with open arms.
They hugged and briefly kissed.
"And I've missed you as well," she admitted.
They both sat down, with her on his right side. "I never thought the rain would stop. At least it kept my Dad out of the pub, so I suppose it was somehow worth it. But he'll be back at it again today, I'm sure"
He looked over at her sheepishly. "You look beautiful."
Alice smiled. "I did this for you. That's why I was late getting here. I hope you don't mind."
"Mind? No, not at all; I'm so glad you came."
"So, do tell, how did you manage at the boarding school for all that time?"
Skyler frowned just thinking about it. "That place got so stale and boring. I even got tired of the dirty books."
She giggled. "Now that is boring!"
They both laughed. And when they stopped their eyes met in a deep, loving gaze. The emotions they felt could no longer be contained.
"I have your answer."
He feigned ignorance as earlier decided. "What answer?"
The look of emotional injury in her eyes quickly had him reeling. "I was kidding! I've been pestering you endlessly for two weeks with no result. So I thought I'd pretend to have forgotten. I'm so sorry!"
Still feeling the pain of rejection, she remained skeptical. "How can I be sure? For all I know you've changed your mind!"
Skyler was desperate to convince her. "Being apart all last week has only made me more certain! Why did you have to wait so long to tell me?"
Her fingers dabbed away a single tear. "Because I had to be certain too; being apart made up my mind as well. I want you to keep coming back, Skyler. And if that makes me your girlfriend, then that's what I want more than anything else."
They leaned toward one another and their mouths locked in a hard, passionate kiss. Warm tongues extended, entwining in an embrace long overdue. They ached for the company of the other. Their muscles feverishly rubbed, renewing the sweet taste of their shared desire.
After a few moments Skyler pulled away. "I have something for you."
He reached into his pants pocket and produced a small gold box. She looked down uncertainly. "What is this?"
He was as proud as he was nervous. "It's a gift for my new girlfriend."
Her eyes welled up with tears of joyful happiness. "Then you were only kidding about forgetting!"
Skyler was fighting back his own tears. He could only nod his head and silently watch as she first opened the outer cardboard box, and then extracted the red velvet hinged box inside. Alice recognized the emblem printed on top as one of the most prestigious and respected jewelry stores in the region. She glanced up at him before returning her gaze to the gift he had brought. Her fingers were visibly shaking.
"What have you done, Skyler? I can't accept something like this."
He struggled to find his voice while teetering on the brink of crying. He emphatically cupped her hands in his. "I want you to, Alice. For the first time in my miserable, lonely life I know what it's like to feel cared for. Please, you must, I insist!"
Despite her continuing reluctance, Alice complied with his wishes. She held the bottom in her left palm while, with trembling fingers, she raised the hinged top. A loud gasp sounded when she saw what was contained inside.
Her eyes beheld the most beautiful ring. Light refracted off a large diamond, which was mounted on a bright gold band. As a poor girl she couldn't possibly fathom ever wearing such a spectacular thing. The tears in Alice's eyes began rolling down her cheeks. She tried handing the magnificent gift back but he pressed her fingers around the box and pinned it against her palm. As she looked at him through wet eyes her head nodded in refusal.
He pulled her body into his arms and hugged her tightly. Skyler weakly whispered, "When we're here you're Alice-who-hides-from-parents, my very special girlfriend. And I love you."
Her body shook as she began crying uncontrollably. He held and gently rocked her as his hands tenderly caressed her back and shoulders.
"Dad says... I'm worthless... Never amount to anything... Always be poor..." Alice struggled to utter the words between body-wracking sobs. "Don't deserve a ring... or you."
Skyler choked down the threatening tears and emptied his heart. "It's your Dad that's worthless. Look at the way he treats you and your Mom. He doesn't deserve either of you. You're a special woman, Alice, the woman that I love. Don't let his mistakes keep you from being who you really are."
She pulled away from his embrace and looked at him with a tear-streaked face. Her head nodded up and down. Skyler wasn't sure what to make of the gesture, but he nodded as well.
Her gaze returned to his overwhelming gift. She carefully pulled the ring from its velvet cradle and pushed it on the middle finger of her left hand. "It's gorgeous!"
"You make it look that way."
"I'll wear it until you leave, and then give it back. It's just a loaner," Alice told him, justifying her acceptance conditionally.
Hearing the words 'until you leave' saddened him greatly. Knowing what they had would end dampened his otherwise jovial mood.
Alice looked so lovely at that moment, her pretty face and eyes widely smiling through the tears as she gazed down at the impressive ring upon her finger. Skyler wanted the moment to never end. To hell with Harvard, his father, the whole entire world! All he wanted was here, within the protective ring of dense foliage, to be with Alice.
"I love you, Skyler-who-runs-from-Charles."
At first he thought he'd imagined the words, but when he looked up and saw how she was looking at him, Skyler realized she'd spoken them. Alice loved him!
"So do tell, what does being your girlfriend mean?"
He thoughtfully replied, "I can kiss you whenever I like."
A long, awkward pause followed. "Well? Don't you fancy kissing me about now?"
Skyler was jarred from thought. He grinned, leaned towards her, and their lips met. The embrace was filled with enthused excitement. When his tongue licked her lips she giggled and opened them. Their warm, wet muscles hungrily intertwined as if two passionate snakes. Alice moaned into his mouth as their pulses and breathing quickened. His penis surged with life, urgently rising to the occasion. Her nipples swelled in arousal.
He jumped as her hand unexpectedly squeezed the bottom of his crotch where his scrotum was safely cradled. The shaft of his penis throbbed helplessly against the cloth enclosure. Inquisitive Alice had always wondered how a man felt. After fondling his scrotum, her fingers moved to the stiff shaft. How glorious! Her heart pounded as never before.
Her lips briefly separated from his. Alice whispered, "You can touch your girlfriend without asking, as well."
His right hand eagerly rose up and began squeezing her left breast. She wasn't wearing anything under the thin fabric of the dress and he could feel the soft warmth of her flesh. It felt so good as the firm, perky swell compressed between his fingers and the enlarged nub throbbed against his palm. Their breathing grew heavier as the excitement continued to build.
Alice could feel the growing heat in her loins. Her pussy pulsated with desire. She sensed her wetness was flowing and thought it might already be soaking into her thin panty crotch. The thought of him smelling her in such an aroused state was embarrassing.
As much as Alice hated the idea, she pulled away from him and lay down on her back. He joined her on the left as they both tried catching their breath.
She held up her hand and rotated it at various angles, watching as the sunlight reflected off the diamond in different directions. "Was it horribly expensive?"
"It doesn't matter."
"I thought you said your father was the rich one?" she persisted, wondering how he could afford to buy such an amazing gift.
"He makes a lot of promises that he never keeps," Skyler explained. "When he breaks them, he buys forgiveness with his money."
"Guilt is a profitable business," she commented with a chuckle.
The couple rested for several minutes in silence. Just knowing they were together again was all the reassurance they needed. He blindly reached his left hand down and found hers. Their fingers intertwined in an innocent display of affection.
"What's our name now?" she wondered out loud.
Skyler was confused. "Our name? What do you mean by that?"
"Well, if you're Skyler-who-runs-from-Charles, and I'm Alice-who-hides-from-parents, what is our name when we're together? What would we have Charles call us?"
He began thinking very hard. "Skyler-and-Alice..."
Alice already had a name picked out. "How about Skyler-and-Alice-in-love?"
"It has a nice ring to it."
As Skyler rolled onto his right side, he could feel his soft penis shifting inside his underpants. Upon sensing the wetness of his leaking semen he cringed and silently hoped it wouldn't soak through the front of his pants. He wondered if Alice was experiencing similar sensations.
They gazed into one another's excited eyes. Their lips were smiling, revealing the happiness in their young hearts at having found each other. The bed of grass was soft beneath them; nearby birds were joyously chirping. His left hand reached around Alice's shoulder, pulling her closer. Skyler was acutely aware of her breasts as they pressed against his chest. How his hands yearned to touch them again.
The kiss began as soft and gentle. His heart fluttered as her warm breath rushed over his face. Skyler kissed her harder, eager for the sweet taste of her lips. He kissed her top lip first, and then the bottom. The wet tip of her tongue licked his before venturing inside his mouth. When they entwined a tingling rushed through his body that stiffened his limp penis. The wet muscles lazily rubbed back and forth, savoring their growing closeness.
But as the gentle kissing continued, their desire intensified. The arm around her shoulder retreated, its hand filling with her right breast. She moaned and leaned into him. His fingers squeezed through her dress as their pulses raced. His thumb found the swollen tip and fondled the nipple shaft.
A hand was rubbing on his lower stomach before moving lower. Soon Alice was squeezing his crotch, encouraging his penis to swell, which it did. She temptingly toyed with the hardened cock. Skyler wanted so badly to tell her she could unzip his pants. How he longed for the feel of her soft fingers around him. But fear silenced his passion, just as it prevented him from reaching between her legs. He cared for her too much to advance beyond the boundary he imagined was in place.
Her fingers delicately traced down one side of his erect shaft, and then the other. When Alice was sure she'd located the rounded tip her fingers pressed down. She smiled inside as he groaned. His body twitched and shuddered. Her fingers repeated the teasing process. How she loved the way it pulsated. Her sensitized body shuddered in delight, even more so as Alice imagined him pushing it into her incredibly wet pussy.
The hand on her breast moved away. Skyler caressed her flat belly all the way down to the waistband of her panties that he could feel through the thin dress. Her body shifted slightly, pressing her crotch toward the fingers. Or had he just imagined that? Could she possibly allow him to touch her in that most intimate area a woman possessed? His logical mind conflicted with his heightening desire. How he longed to feel her there!
Alice was more aroused than ever. Her heart was pounding with excitement. She'd never allowed a man to touch her before, yet she wanted nothing but that with Skyler. Even as hopeless as their budding romance was, the rising passion that filled her flesh was irresistible. But why would his hand not feel her wet crotch? Her body was desperate for that. The tingling heat in her loins demanded nothing less.
Her hand squeezed his bulge harder. She drew her right leg up, bending it at the knee and resting the thigh on his waist. The action pushed the dress up her thigh and left her crotch easily accessible. Alice was sorely tempted to guide his hand down there as she had to her breast, but could not bring herself to do it. Her eagerness must have been obvious to him. Was she not pretty enough? Or was she too poor to deserve his affection?
Skyler's cock was impossibly large and throbbing so hard that it physically hurt. His tightened balls were filled with tingling pleasure as they leaked their load of seed. They kissed faster, tongues hungrily devouring one another.
Turning frantic from the sexual stimulations, Skyler's hand crept down and cupped Alice's crotch. Her loud groan, although muffled, was audible. Those slender hips urgently pressed her pussy against the welcome pressure. As his fingers felt the moist heat of her awakened sex his heart soared!
Their mouths separated as the need for oxygen drove them apart. Both sucked in air and released it as frantic moans. Her fingers grasped the tab of his zipper and worked it down the track. His bulge pushed outside as much as the stretch of his underpants allowed. He could feel the gooey mess along the front panel of fabric. She reached inside the opening and tugged the front down, finally unleashing his organ.
Alice tentatively cupped and fondled his scrotum, rubbing on the two round, hairy balls. They felt odd to her, leaving her mind wondering why such things were held in high regard. Her soft fingers then shifted to the long, pulsating cock. It was delightfully warm and wet in places where the oozing semen had smeared. Her skin became moistened with the thick cum as well.
Skyler twitched and groaned aloud as her thumb caressed the leaking tip. The tingling pressure in his balls suddenly intensified. His fingers responded. He pushed harder upon her pussy, and could even discern the shape of her cunt through wet layer of fabric. Alice writhed faster while anxiously pumping her pelvis; emboldened by Alice's advances, his entire hand ventured down the front of her panties.
The pads of his fingers were greeted by feather-soft curls of pubic hair. The back of his hand was smeared by wetness that had soaked into her panty crotch. It was so wonderfully warm and humid. Skyler could scarcely believe he was touching a real woman's bare pussy.
When venturing further he passed over the vertical crease of her slit. Although quite unsure what he was doing Skyler pushed his fingers at the crease while sliding them up and down. When they pushed to the bottom of that glorious juice-slick valley Alice groaned as her body twitched.
The hand on his cock began squeezing harder. She pumped his shaft faster. Thick semen oozed from the tip and over her fingers as his excitement continued growing. His thoughts turned to sex. Real sex, like in the pictures, of him laying between her splayed legs and thrusting his penis inside her belly. He'd seen such things, the guys always talked of it, and now he wanted to, quite badly in fact.
He rolled onto his back, pulling her with him. Alice found herself straddling his waist and lying on his chest. His cock had gone up the back of her dress and it throbbed against her backside. They gazed deeply into each other's eyes. Each knew what they so desperately yearned for. They were both extremely aroused and breathless.
Skyler reached down under her body and hooked a finger around the crotch of her panties, shifting the fabric to one side. Her right hand encircled the base of his shaft. Pivoting at the knees, she raised up and inched back until her pussy hovered just above his anxiously throbbing penis. He didn't know what to do, and desperately hoped that she did. Skyler knew what he wanted, but was ignorant of the precise mechanics of the act other than pushing with his hips.
Alice hesitated, knowing what the moment involved. She'd no longer be a virgin. But the tingling heat in her loins and Alice's love of the man beneath her was all the motivation she required. Her nervously trembling body lowered. She moved his cock up and down as it pressed against the lips. As she allowed more of her weight to settle on the moist tip, it slipped between and into her slit.
She teased the full length of the juicy valley with his bulbous head. Her sweet, delicate voice moaned from the pleasure of his penis invading her most secret place of all. Skyler looked up at her in amazed delight as warm wetness coated the sensitized head. His body shuddered as his cock traveled up and down the smooth petals of flesh.
Denying herself no longer, she shifted the stiff organ to her innocent opening.
"I love you, Skyler-who-runs-from-Charles."
He looked up into those gorgeous sky-blue eyes and smiled warmly, replying, "And I love you, Alice-who-hides-from-parents."
And then, in the most intimate and beautiful moment of their young lives, Alice placed all of her slight weight on his penis. His hands simultaneously clutched her hips and pulled down as his hips thrust upward. The combined pressure forced her virgin portal to widen. He groaned and she cried out as the rounded tip penetrated.
Nothing else existed at that moment except for him and her, and the tremendous tingling heat rippling through their joining bodies. Skyler kept pushing, moving slightly deeper. Her body suddenly tensed as a sharp cry sounded. He wasn't entirely sure but he thought, correctly, that he just broke through her cherry. That was what the other guys, and even the dirty books, called it.
He felt horrible when he saw her face was contorted in pain. Skyler loved Alice and had never wanted to harm her. Perhaps she sensed his dilemma, for her eyes opened and she smiled down at him.
"It hurts at first for a girl," she explained in a caring whisper. "But I want this, too."
And so Skyler continued burrowing his penis into Alice's most delightful pussy. Her pelvis rotated forward and back, and side to side as his hands pulled down on those hips. He groaned in amazed joy as more and more of his pulsating length was tightly surrounded by wet heat and pressure. Powerful tingling sensations jolted through him as the head glided back and forth along the velvet-smooth walls.
"Oh, Alice, you feel incredible," he whispered.
"Keep pushing, I want all of you inside me."
They slowly and gently expressed their growing love for one another. He pulled back before penetrating, advancing deeper than before. Her ample juice bathed his throbbing hardness and clung to the curls of hair covering his scrotum. His entire body shuddered when he buried his full length in her.
"Wait," she requested, stopping his motion.
He opened his eyes and looked up, wondering why she had wanted him to stop. That was when Skyler noticed how her face was radiating with affection. She slipped the straps of her dress off the shoulders and pushed it down around her waist. And as his cock was embraced by her wondrous cunt his eyes beheld the natural beauty of her perky, upright breasts and the swollen pink tips.
"You're so beautiful," Skyler stammered in disbelief. His princess was truly an angel.
His hands reached up and cupped both soft swells. He lovingly squeezed the luscious mounds, savoring the silky smoothness of the flesh. Alice moaned and leaned forward. As he fondled her supple breasts her hips resumed moving, pushing and pulling his swollen organ in and out of her pussy. Skyler's motions matched hers as they enjoyed the union of their bodies and souls.
After several minutes the tingling pressure in his balls intensified. His scrotum tightened as climax approached. Skyler's hands released the breasts and grasped her hips. They were both growing increasingly anxious as their sensitized bodies continued building with excitement. His started loving her faster and harder.
"Skyler... Oh, my God.. Yes, harder!" her angelic voice weakly cried out.
He pulled down and thrust upward, slamming his cock fully inside her hot, juicy, leaking cunt. Sweat formed on their skin and rolled off. Their tightly meshing bodies frantically quaked as her tight walls squeezed around his penetrating mass.
"Uh! Uhhh!" he grunted loudly as the pleasurable tingling intensified. Skyler could feel his semen rising, and for once it was not destined to be caught in a stained cloth.
With his penis fully extended he stiffened at once while ejaculating a strong stream of cum. They maintained the frantic pace as his cock dispensed several more squirts of semen. It felt so wonderful as he climaxed inside of the woman he loved. When it was evident he had finished, Alice slid off him and lay down at his side.
His arms lovingly embraced her half-dressed body. "Oh, Alice, that was so amazing!"
She smiled. "It was delightful, wasn't it."
"I love you so much, dear girl." A few minutes later shouts of "Alice" sounded, but she pretended not to hear.
Skyler heard them as well. "Should you be going?"
"I don't want to leave. Keep holding me."
He grinned and kissed her mouth. "Don't worry, I'll never let go."
* * * * *
In the last few weeks that remained they met at their secret place and shared the love they felt in that most beautiful, physical way. Yet the last few meetings were dampened by the knowledge that the end was quickly approaching.
"Will you come to Harvard? They say it's a good college." Skyler questioned.
"College? Not everyone gets to go to such places, myself included," Alice responded. "I'll start looking for a job, maybe at the market as a checker, or at the clothing store. Perhaps I'll one day be able to afford to leave home."
"Come with me. You can live in my apartment! On, Alice, how wonderful would that be?"
But she knew better than to buy into the fantasy. Poverty was cruel in its crushing class distinction. Alice knew her place in life, and could see his as well. Beyond the tranquility of that special spot, they were like oil and water. She loved Skyler-who-runs-from-Charles, but beyond the trees he was Skyler, aspiring law student, and destined for greatness. And to him she was Alice-who-hides-from-parents, but out in the real world she was just a sad, lost, poor girl whose future was bleak.
"Will you let me write you?" he asked hopefully.
She smiled uncertainly. "Yes, you may."
On the last day Skyler approached their secret spot with a heavy heart. He knew it would be incredibly painful to say goodbye. He was already on the verge of crying. As he crawled through the foliage he discovered Alice-who-hides-from-parents was not there.
In her stead, resting upon the grass that had served as their loving bed, was a hand-written note with a red velvet box resting on top. The note simply said, "Farewell, my love, and best of luck in all you do." At the bottom was her address.
* * * * *
"Hey, Frederick Skyler Wentworth, are you ready to get your ass kicked?"
Skyler stopped running that day. His hands balled into tight fists at his side.
"Fuck you, fat-face!" the slight opponent challenged Goliath, reinforced by the knowledge that a woman could have such a life-changing effect.
And that lard-ass Charles charged. But Skyler stood his ground. He almost ran a few times, but chased the rising fear away with thoughts of Alice. He waited until Charles was just about to tackle him and turned away at the last possible second, sticking a leg out as he did. Skyler watched Charles' considerable weight strike the hard ground with a loud thud; it was almost a bone-jarring impact.
Skyler pressed his right foot victoriously on the back of Charles' skull, rubbing his face in the grass.
Charles swung his arms blindly at the pressure. After swatting the foot away the bully sat up.
Sensing the threat had diminished, Skyler sat beside him. "Why have you chased me these past three years?"
"Because you're different."
Skyler sighed. "I don't feel any different."
Charles looked down at the carefully manicured grass and plucked several blades. "You have three names, and you're a Wentworth. The only reason I'm here is my father's a professor and teaches classes. But you're rich."
"My father's rich. He sticks me in these schools and forgets where I am. Your father's a caring professor and he loves you. Maybe I should be chasing you."
Charles considered his words for a time.
"Did you ever want to beat me up?" Skyler wondered aloud.
"I just liked to see you scared. It made me feel like more of a man in some way."
They both stood up and brushed their clothes. Skyler extended his right hand. Charles was suspicious at first, but eventually shook it in an act of friendship.
"Thank you, Charles."
He appeared confused. "For what?"
"For helping me become the man that I am."
* * * * *
They wrote to each other all summer, sometimes several letters a day. It took painfully long for them to find his father's mail box in Paris where they vacationed for the summer. Alice wrote that she'd started working at the grocery store, stocking shelves in the evenings, but hoped to become a cashier as soon as a position opened up. Skyler whiled away the long days dreaming of that secret spot where life seemed so very serene, and recalled how well they had loved one another.
When college started he was immediately inundated with work. The frequency of the letters slowed to a trickle. And then one day they stopped coming. Alice had stopped writing. Skyler was emotionally crushed by the cessation of his only simple pleasure; that of reading her words.
And this is where the story ends. I didn't understand why she stopped writing until years later. The fact that she'd written at all was to ease my pain of having to leave her. Alice's letters got me through a difficult and lonely summer, and saw me through the hardships of college those first two semesters; but once she sensed that I was well on my way to a new life Alice, out of love, severed the last thread that connected our souls and allowed mine to soar high away.