Playing with Heartstringsby treetoptrooperChaptersSeeing HerMeeting HerHelping HerSeeing HerBEEP – BEEP – BE- Your hand slaps down onto the clock just before it finishes its third beep, somehow making a feeling of accomplishment wash over you. You slowly drag your thin blanket off of yourself as you sit up in bed, staring into the darkness of your room for a while before turning to look at the time. The LED lights on your nightstand read 5:12, your most dreaded time of day – mainly because it’s too early, but also because you’ve been waking up at that time for at least a week now. By half past seven you need to be at your first class of the morning, meaning that your cruel clock was set at least two hours before it needed to ring. Further evidence gives you a clear culprit in the form of a simple note on your snooze button. Rise and shine, Benjamin. Hope you liked the wake-up call. Sincerely, Cole. Ah the college days; usually one of the hardest parts of a person’s life. It could be because of the ruthless classes or early mornings, but most of the time it was also because of your roommates. In this case it was the latter, and non-plural at that. Cole Gaterson is his name, and he’s pretty much one of the sickest people you know. He’s currently going to a dental doctoring school just a few blocks down the road and just to shove it in your face that he’s probably going to end up with a better life than you he’s always enforcing toothpaste, floss, and other cleaning utilities onto you whenever he can. Besides this he’s quite a prankster, as demonstrated by the clock. You appreciate him as a good friend, but sometimes he can really get on your nerves. Despite the early time you decide to get up and maybe go down to the café for breakfast, a luxury that you’re usually too late for classes to have. You slip into a dark beige hoodie and light blue jeans before heading towards the door, stopping at the mirror in the hall to fix up your hair. One of Cole’s pranks involved giving you big purple streaks, but you’re too lazy to wash them out yet. Besides, they don’t actually look half-bad. As you leave you hope to yourself that Cole enjoys the little packing tape present you put in his doorway. Hopefully he’ll have a nice trip. You step out into the dark autumn streets you feel the refreshing air blow in your face. It chills you to the bone so you put up your hood and start walking down to Sugarcubes, the only café open at this time of day. As you walk the streets are quiet; a few joggers run past you and some lonely cars drive down the road, but other than that you seem to be alone. You pop in some ear buds and flick on your MP3 player, but can’t seem to choose what song you want to listen to. You scroll past a certain song that grabs your attention, but after contemplating it you decide that you’re not really in the mood. It was by a new indie punk band called the Pony Boys, even though all six of the band members are female. Time goes on and you just can’t seem to choose a song, so you give up and keep the ear buds in. Within a couple minutes you reach a thin brown building with a familiar neon sign on the front. Sugarcubes is the café’s name and you step into the warm yellow glow coming from inside, finding the place to be nearly deserted. It’s not usually packed; just the odd senior citizen, failing art student, or trashy bachelor, and that was just the way that you like it. On one side of the room is an elderly couple having coffee and in another seat is a man in a dirty brown coat. Behind the counter stands a girl about your age wearing a pink sweater and strangely bright pink hair that curls all around her head. She smiles and welcomes you in, her liveliness at this time of morning surprising. “Hey there! What’d you like to spruce up your day?” she asks, leaning over the desk as you approach. You take a seat at the bar in front of the counter. “Just some coffee, thanks. Dark please.” You recognize her as Pinkie, a member of the said band from earlier. Seeing her around isn’t much of a surprise to anyone, really - she’s the kind of person who wants to make friends with every stranger she sees on the street. No one knows her real name, but rumor has it that she absolutely despises it and that’s why she goes by Pinkie. The pink-clad employee swings around the kitchen behind the counter and quickly returns with your coffee, her speed and skill impressive. When you look down at the order placed in front of you you notice that you’ve also got a chocolate donut sitting beside your coffee mug. “You looked like you need a donut. This one’s on the house, a’ight?” she explains with a grin. You slowly nod and take a sip of your coffee. “Thanks, I guess.” Your time in the café is relatively quiet. The people who enter the place never stay very long, but you seem to be there forever. Life in schooling is hard for you right now; like most people your age you have no idea what you’re going to do in your life, so you’re just taking some random arithmetic and sciences to open up some good opportunities. You’re not sure if everything’s going to turn out, which results in some pretty cheesy moments when you’re just alone and thinking to yourself. You come from a long line of “candy makers” who all wanted you to take up the tradition, but instead you decided to go to college and learn a real occupation. Nothing really amazing happens at the café. Pinkie tries to get talking to you with no real luck, and other than that everything’s normal as it usually is. You do however get a text from Cole eventually. It reads… ben your such a dick now i have 2 go 2 school with a big bruise on my face >:( You simply smile and put your phone away, satisfied with the results of your little prank. Although your mood is lightened up a bit you’re still feeling tired and stay at the café for quite a while longer. Your empty stare into your near-empty coffee mug is interrupted when a voice attracts your attention and you look up. Unlike most of the people in Sugarcube who were either old guys out for their morning coffee or unemployed losers wallowing in their failure, this one was a bit more chipper and surprisingly female. You eye a young girl maybe a bit younger than yourself now sitting at the counter with a bright smile on her face conversing with Pinkie, but not about an order – this time the two are conversing about how each other’s days are and are being relatively friendly. From a glance she’s normal, but eventually you can’t help but stare at her and really start to take in her details. For starters, her hair is green. Not the sickly green color of when you go swimming with blue dye in your hair, but a bright minty green that catches your eye quite exceptionally. She’s wearing an unzipped hoodie that’s the same color as her hair and a white shirt underneath, the outfit completed by dark green short shorts that barely reaches over half of her thighs. It surprises you that she doesn’t wear something warmer for the chilly weather, but what really was the catch of it all is that she has a small yellow harp tattooed on her leg that is just a bit covered by her shorts. Aside from that she’s so skinny that it seems unhealthy, and all in all she’s a bit of a strange sight to behold. Even stranger is how she just orders five donuts with no drink or anything. All of the donuts are the same glazed flavor and she eats them surprisingly quickly. Within at least a single minute all five of them are gone and she swiftly tosses a few dollars of cash onto the counter and steps out to leave – however, she stops just as she’s about to open the door and turns around. It’s relatively quiet for a moment until you decide to turn to look. Unfortunately, you catch her just as she opens her mouth as though she was about to begin talking to you. She takes a hasty step backwards and smiles nervously at you, chuckling a bit to herself as she did. You wait in awkward silence for her to say something, but it seems like nothing can come out of her mouth as she struggles to speak. Eventually she does manage to talk, but just briefly. “Sorry for bothering you, man. I’ll just leave now,” is all she says before rushing out the door. You turn to Pinkie and she gives you a simple shrug, so you slap some cash onto the counter and begin to exit the café. “Thanks for the donut,” you say as you leave. The strange encounter with the girl at the café sticks in your mind all day, making it hard to focus on any of your classes. She just looked so different from everyone else around you – the tattoo, the clothing, the hair, everything. And what was she going to say to you before she chickened out? Everything about the meeting bugs you until your walk back home. You don’t want to go right back to your pad just yet so you take a detour through the local park. It’s relatively peaceful there and no one’s around as you walk, your pace slowed down so you can enjoy the quiet atmosphere. You don’t normally come through here without being in hurry and it’s nice to finally be able to appreciate it all, to get away from the terrors of real life. It’s good to sometimes just be able to escape. As you walk through the near silent park you start to hear something that’s definitely not of nature drifting through the air. It sounds like music on some form of strings instrument, but you can’t put your finger on just what it is. The very sound of it is quite alluring and puts your mind right at peace, so you start to look for the source of it. Who’s playing that music? What’s that instrument? As you walk down the path you start to hear it getting louder and louder as you get closer and closer. Soon you can even hear quiet singing, but it’s in a foreign language that you can’t seem to decipher. Eventually you find where the music is coming from and are surprised by who it is. Sitting on a high branch in a big oak tree is a girl – specifically the same girl who you met at the café, the one who almost talked to you. Her minty green hair is lightly blowing in the wind and she’s still wearing those chilly-looking clothes, but she’s also got some sort of golden harp in her lap that she’s slowly strumming. Turns out she’s the one playing the music, but she’s also the one singing in the other language. Her back is turned to you so she doesn’t see you take a seat at a nearby bench as you listen to her music. It’s a bit unbelievable how calming the combination of the harp’s strings and her melodious voice is to your ears and soon you space out as you listen. For several minutes you sit in silence and listen to her songs, enjoying the escape from reality for the moment. You’re awoken from your zen state when she ceases her playing and lets out a deep sigh. She takes you by surprise when she starts to talk to you. “Did you like the performance?” she asks without turning around. You hesitate before answering her sudden question. “Definitely. Your musical talent is amazing.” “Thanks, I try.” She places her harp into a satchel over her shoulder and elegantly slides down the side of the tree. When she finally turns around to face you she freezes in mid-step, again struggling to get the words out of her mouth. “Y-you’re the guy from Sugarcubes… right?” she asks, her voice shaky. You simply nod to save her the trouble of having to talk much more, but she still speaks to you. Her voice is adamant and she seems like she’s trying to be brave. “M-My name’s Lyra - Lyra Heartstrings. What’s your name?” “I’m Benjamin Dropp. Nice to actually meet you,” you stand up from your seat and begin to approach her, but she turns away and grips her satchel tightly for comfort. It takes her a while to respond, but eventually she does. “I’m sorry Benjamin… you just remind me of someone I once knew, back where I used to live.” You can’t help but raise an eyebrow and get a bit more curious on the subject. “Who is it? We might be related somehow.” “You’re not – you’ve got different last names, and you live pretty far away from where they lived.” She seems to be rushing the conversation. “Are you sure? My family’s pretty big, you know.” Lyra spins around and almost yells at you. “Yes! I’m sure of it!” Her sudden burst of anger takes you by surprise and you take a step backwards. What’s wrong with her? An awkward silence follows her response, then she quickly begins to storm off. “See you later, Benjamin.” Her voice returns to being calm again as she leaves. You find yourself suddenly calling out to her, even though you didn’t really want to. “Hey Lyra!” She turns around to look at you. “What is it, Mr. Dropp?” Unsure of what to say, you decide to go back into the music. “I’d like to hear some more of that harp some time.” “I come here every day around this time to play. If you want to hear just come back tomorrow; it’d be nice to have an audience anyways,” Lyra explains, her voice piping up a bit with hope. With that she gives you a smug smirk and continues to walk away. You watch her go down the path in silence, waiting for her to fully disappear from view before departing. For some reason your most recent encounter with her has plastered an unwanted smile on your face. It doesn’t leave until you finally get home, and you have no idea why. Whatever the reason, you feel like this isn’t the last that you’ll see of Ms. Heartstrings and you begin to look forward to tomorrow. Meeting HerWARNING: SAUCINESS STARTS HERE, GOES ON INTO CHAPTER THREE SPLOOSH! “I gotcha, Ben! That one always works on you!” You lift the bucket off of your head with a frown plastered on your face and toss it to the ground, wet hair dripping water all over the linoleum floor. “Shut up, Cole.” Your encounters with Lyra made you naïve and simple-minded, making you the perfect target for one of Cole’s imminent pranks. Today he pulled a classic on you – leave a bucket of water on a partially open door, then wait for your target to open the door and watch as they get drenched. Ever since he changed your clock’s alarm timing and you laid out that scotch tape trap for him you and Cole have been at each other’s necks with pranks. Some days its bugs in the cereal, and others its corn starch on the showerhead, but it seems like you’ve stumbled right into a prank war. You walk into your room calmly, but instantly slip on some well-placed ceram wrap and crash onto the floor. Through the wall you hear Cole burst into laughter and plop down onto the couch, so you angrily claw at the shiny wrapping on the floor until it tears away. After that’s taken care of you change into some dry clothes, all the while having your mind being taken apart by two puzzling thoughts. One, the more cheery one, is about Lyra and if you should go look for her the next day. The other, the darker one, is about what other traps Cole set up all around your pad. Cole suddenly walks into the frame of your door, causing you to initially panic. He chuckles at your paranoia. “You’re getting off lucky for a while, Ben. I’m going on vacation to my folks’ house for a few weeks and you’ll be perfectly safe on your own. Use this time to plan some pranks; it’s the only way you’ll ever get back at me,” he explains as he pops some gum into his mouth. “You’re leaving at the beginning of the semester? It’s been only a month.” you ask. Your roommate shrugs at you with a bright white smile on his face. “That’s right! I’m sure I’ll be able to catch up on what I miss.” Inside your head you know that he won’t, but don’t say anything and just watch him walk away. You flop down onto your bed, exhausted from the day both physically and mentally, then quickly fall asleep. The days go by, feeling like they’ve been going faster and faster ever since you first met Lyra. Your meetings in the park have become part of your regular schedule and she’s even started to warm up to you a bit – that is, if warming up to someone means finally being able to form sentences when talking with them. At first she was quite bitter to you and didn’t really enjoy your company, but over time she started to appreciate your company when she was playing on her harp. She’s nice to you once you got to know her, but she has turned out to be a bit tough and feministic. In turn you also get to learn a bit about her background. You two never really delve into the deeper subjects about your relation with Lyra’s old friend that you remind her of, but instead go into the present and start to get to know each other better. Lyra is of Greek descent, her father being pure Greek and her mother being from Canada. Her father taught her the language when she was young, and this is the language that she speaks when she is singing. For most of her life she lived out in the rural areas of Alberta, but never really got a taste for the farm-life. One thing about the country that she does obsess about is equines, namely horses. She’s super into them and owned at least seven horses back in the day, and as a result she’s become a vegetarian. She also claims that she’s colorblind to certain shades of red. All of this leads to you becoming good friends with Lyra, your evening meetings going on for at least an entire month before the next step was taken. As per usual, you and Lyra meet up in the park after your daily classes to talk. However, something else appeared to be on her mind when you met up. “Hey Ben!” she calls as you she enters your view. “I’ve got somewhere I wanna go!” You quickly catch up with her to hear the rest. “Where is it?” “There’s this old cinema out by my pad that’s super cheap and almost always empty. They just play older movies over and over, but today they’re showing one of my favorite movies!” When she sees your dull expression she lightly chuckles. “Don’t worry; it’s not a chick-flick. It’s one of those inspirational sports movies that you always hear about – y’know, like ‘Rocky’ and ‘Chariots of Fire’ and stuff. Do you wanna come with?” After rolling the proposal over in your mind for a while you accept and the both of you walk off to exit the park and head to the theatre. You’ve never really gone anywhere with Lyra before, it’s mainly just been meeting in the park and talking for a while. However, you’ve got a feeling that this is gonna be worth it. It turns out that said cinema truly is pretty old and worn out, and the guy who runs it just does it for some extra cash alongside his full-time job. Just as Lyra said the place is empty and dirty, but it’s nice and quiet – no kids screaming at their parents to get them snacks or teenage girls freaking out about seeing the next vampire movie. The whole place actually seems warm and friendly, sort of giving you the feeling you get when you head over to an old friend’s house for the afternoon. As you enter the theatre with your amazingly fresh popcorn Lyra explains that the guy who runs the cinema doesn’t even advertise the place at all. She found it because the owner is actually a good friend of her mom’s from high school and he phones her up regularly just for updates on what movies he can show for her and any friends that she might bring by. The projector above your heads works surprisingly well for such a low-budget cinema and the movie is up faster than any official theatre you’ve ever been to has been. Not to mention that both the film and sound quality is crisp and clear with no cutting out, making you glad that you came to the movies at all. Lyra’s relatively silent for most of the movie, actually enjoying the cheesy story and easily recognizable actors. You don’t mind it that much, but the whole concept of a runner who needs to overcome his family’s challenges to win the big race is a bit overdone. Despite this you enjoy the time that you spend with Lyra. About half-way through the movie you drop a piece of popcorn in mid-bite by accident. As you look down to see it fall you notice something that you should have noticed a lot earlier; Lyra’s hand is placed right on your thigh, not moving at all. You wonder to yourself if it had been an accident and how long it had been there, but then decide not to embarrass her by saying anything. However, the more you think about it all your mind drifts to you and Lyra’s relationship. Are you just friends? You have never really thought of it that way before – but does she want something more from you? The thoughts gnaw at your brain and you soon turn to look at Lyra, who is engrossed in the movie and staring intently at the projection. Even though you don’t want to you find yourself looking up and down her body, taking in almost every detail that you can – her hair, her eyes, but most notably her shape. She’s got all the right curves in all the right places, making her quite a catch. She appears to be a bit flat-chested to you, but that’s never really been your thing anyways. She’s got cute thighs that come out from under her revealing shorts, causing you to begin thinking about how her ass is. You’ve seen it before over all the time that you’ve hung out with her, but now it’s really starting to become a prominent thought. All of these perverted mental notes get you to feel a bit uneasy, hoping to yourself that you don’t do anything stupid around her. A burning feeling ignites in your chest, and before you know it you realise that you’re coming on to Lyra. You’ve started to get a thing for her, even though you didn’t really want to. “Hey Ben.” You’re taken out of your thoughts by her voice and you quickly turn to her, slightly surprising her. “Y-yeah? What’s up?” Lyra opens her mouth to say something, but stops before she does and gives you a snide look. “You know Ben,” she gives you a playful elbow. “You’ve got a nice bod. Just saying.” Her remark takes you back and you feel blood rush into your cheeks. “Erm, thanks... what made you say that all of the sudden?” “Oh, just the fact that we’re watching a movie about a muscular runner dude. I’m not really into the buff guy that badly, I just feel like they’d push me around too much,” she grabs your relatively skinny arm and gives it a squeeze. “I feel more adequate around thinner guys like you – no offence.” The way that Lyra’s suddenly gotten so intimate all of the sudden is a bit weird, but your inner self is telling you to go on and play with it. You listen to it and in turn give her a smug smirk. “You’ve got a pretty face yourself.” “Don’t try flattering me so much, man,” You get a bit offended by her statement. Does she think that she’s not good-looking? “Lyra, I’m being serious. You’re a really pretty girl.” Once it sinks in she seems to be affected by your statement – positively or negatively is a mystery. She shrinks away from you in what appears to be flattery, but her eyes show shock. “I, uh... you really think that, Ben?” She sure is acting weird. “Yeah, Lyra. You’re pretty,” you say again. Her face is getting pale now. “Oh gosh…” she says, twirling some hair around her finger. “Sorry if I’m acting weird, it’s just that…” Something seems to click in her head and her nervous expression turns into a little smile. You feel Lyra’s hand begin to run along your thigh, causing you to clench up all of your muscles. She laughs at your reaction. “I want you…” she whispers. Strangely enough, you don’t feel the slightest bit uncomfortable. In fact, your mind starts racing as you feel Lyra’s hand moving up towards your fly. You feel an erection building inside of your pants, and at a time like this that his fine. Quick and nimble fingers undo your fly and reach into your boxers, lightly touching your balls all the while. In response you find your own hand moving along Lyra’s leg and towards her shorts. “Lyra… I want you too…” you whisper back, your feral instincts having taken over what cheesy lines you say now. Your hand cups around the base of her shorts and you slowly begin to rub, causing Lyra to gasp out loud in pleasure. You play with her through the green denim for a while before starting to actual pull her fly down to go inside. Meanwhile Lyra has been playing around with your rock hard cock and has been lightly running her fingers around the base of it. It feels ridiculously good and you begin to appreciate having ever gone to the movie with her. Your own fingers are lightly squelching on her wet vag, slowly running around the soft flesh. The sound of Lyra’s erotic whimpering is driving you crazy inside, and soon you find it impossible to not grab her head and bring it to yours in a kiss. She seemed a bit surprised at first, but in a matter of seconds she’s got her free hand running along your face and playing with your shaggy head of hair. Your other hand is also running through her hair, caressing her pale green locks and taking in just how nice they feel. A few minutes later you change tactics, pulling your hand out of her shorts and up through her white tank top. Under her shirt you manage to get her bra to move aside and grip around her tits, noticing that they feel a lot bigger than they appear. You squish them around and play with her nipples, the sensations seeming to drive her crazy. Now instead of just rubbing your dick she’s gotten a bit more into it, gripping the entire width of it in her hand and jerking you off. Above it all you’re still both kissing, tongues lashing at each other and eyes closed. Your intimate moment goes on for what seems like eternity, but without warning Lyra suddenly moans loudly into your kisses, trying desperately to tell you something. She reluctantly takes your hand away from her boobs and lets go of your cock, shaking her head and looking deep into your eyes. “This doesn’t feel right,” she explains as she starts fixing her ruffled clothing. You’re not sure if it’s either your common sense or your horny inner self talking, but you speak up against her. “What do you mean? No one’s here, Lyra. We’re alone.” “That’s not it. I just… I can’t…” Lyra turns away from you as she tries to spit out the last bits of her statement. The two of you sit in an awkward silence as you wait for her to finish her sentence, and it lasts for basically the rest of the movie. Once it is over you leave the cinema together, albeit not talking, and after a few seconds of walking down the cool evening road Lyra stops walking and turns to look at you, apparently ready to finally talk. “Ben, the reason I was acting so strange back in the theatre was that… I once…” she stutters and stares at the ground as she speaks. “I once kinda had a… girlfriend…” At the last word your eyes unintentionally widen and it seems like she notices, so she stands up straight and hurriedly begins to explain herself. “Back in Canada I had a really close friend who I always hung out with named Bonne. She was my only friend up there and I spent most of my time at her house; I went there for rides to school in the morning, I came back to mess around after school, and sometimes I even stayed over for a night or two. Most of the other kids at our school started to notice our frequent meet-ups and came to the conclusion that we were a thing.” “Being the immature middle school kids we were, my friend and I were constantly teased and made fun of just because we were good friends. We both saw nothing of ourselves as lesbians, but the teasing did start to wear on us and our hanging out slowly dropped over time. Eventually one of the times I was at Bonne’s house she finally explained to me that the peer pressure had gotten to her and she had decided that she really was going to be lesbian. When she asked me if I would actually start going out with her I said no, and that’s where our relationship really fell apart. We parted ways almost instantly, both of us crying; I was crying over having to lose my only friend to some dumb teasing, and she was crying for being turned down. I felt bad about what I had done to her and tried to avoid seeing her at all costs – haven’t seen her ever since high school grad night.” But her story wasn’t done there. “Here’s the catch; the reason I first approached you at Sugarcubes is because you looked way too much like Bonne to be true. You dressed the same way, your hair was almost the same as hers, and even your names were similar, so something in the back of my head made me feel inclined to talk to you. Too bad my mouth didn’t work and just made everything awkward...” “Once we started to see each other in the park more and more I decided that it was time to try this friendship thing again with hopefully no mess-ups – from the looks of it that’s gone smoothly. But the most important part of it all was just to see if I would be attracted to you. I wanted to see if I really was lesbian and just didn’t know it at the time; then I would know if I made the right choice leaving my old friend in the dust. I’m almost using you, Ben. When I seduced you in the theatre I was trying to get myself to be aroused while around a guy, and it seems like it worked. I’m a bit sorry for it, but I’m using you as a test.” By the end of her story you can hear Lyra’s voice trembling and see her eyes start to moisten up, and you almost felt the same way. She was really looking sad now and you felt incredibly bad for her, even if she did just apologize. You place a hand on her shoulder to try comforting her. “Don’t worry Lyra, you don’t need to say sorry. I don’t even feel that used, and you’ve been a great friend so far. And I’m sorry that things didn’t work out with you and Bonne, but I think it’s time to move on. That’s the far past, long gone, and now you’ve gotta look to the future.” Lyra looks up at you hopefully, rubbing the tears out of the corners of her eyes. Then her eyes soften and she smiles, playfully punching you in the ribs. “Thanks Ben. You can be a real sap some times.” You laugh out loud at her sudden change of emotions. “Look who’s talking, Ms. Melancholy!” The two of you begin to walk again down the chilly autumn road and back to the park. As you walk your hand accidentally knocks into Lyra’s, but she doesn’t mind. In fact, she reaches over and grabs your hand back again, holding onto it with a lovingly hard grip. Her touch feels almost electric and you grasp her hand back to reassure her that you’re good with it all. To put a cherry on the cake the sun’s setting too, so you feel like you’re in some kind of cheesy movie – luckily for you, that cheesy movie just happens to be a blockbuster. Helping HerIt’s been a just single night since the drama at the cinema and you’ve already gone to meet up with Lyra at the park again. When you reach your usual spot you see her sitting up in the big oak tree that she always sits in, waving down to you with a smile. You clumsily try to climb up to see her and it takes you a few tries before you pull it off. “I never knew you were such an ape, Ben!” she laughs sarcastically as you pull yourself up beside her. “I’d never be able to get up here as fast as you can!” You settle down beside her and chuckle at your own low dexterity. “There’s absolutely no way,” you play along with a smile. Up on the tree branch your talking is limited, but the time there is nice. Now that you’re almost officially together being around Lyra fills you with a warm sensation that she didn’t have when you were just friends and not much is to be said about it. It’s peaceful and simple – until Lyra goes into something deep. “I’ve made a decision, Ben,” she says. “I’m 50% sure that I’m not lesbian.” You cock an eyebrow and look at her. “What about the other 50% then?” “Well, I’d like to try something out – like an experiment. I really big experiment.” “How big of an experiment?” Lyra pauses, pondering her approach at telling you what she wants to. “Alright, so…” she takes a deep breath. “I’ve felt strong attraction to you, and that’s the first 50%. For the last 50%, I’d like to see if we can have any real… intimacy.” You’re confused by her statement. “Wait, are you telling me that what we just did at the theatre yesterday isn’t your definition of intimate? I’d love to see what is in that case.” With a growl Lyra swings her head dramatically, obviously annoyed. “I wanna try having real sex… with you. Like, right now.” Your heart almost stops beating when she says it. “You do?” You’re not that hopeful or shocked or nervous – no, inside you feel a deep burning that’s beginning to grow. You hope she’s being serious about this, but not to the point that you’re pleading. “Yeah man. I really want to try it,” she says. After a light pause you find yourself pushed out of the tree, landing on your knees with a grunt. Soon Lyra jumps down beside you. You stand up and take her hand, starting to run towards the park exit with her. “Let’s go to my place.” The two of you stumble into your room, Lyra somehow having been able to take already her shorts off and she’s moving much faster than you are. You’re still kissing her as you sit down on the side of your bed while at the same time undressing, and it’s a bit difficult to pull off. Once you’re both down to your undergarments Lyra instantly takes the initiative, somehow strong enough to shove you down onto your back. It seems like the attitude isn’t the only tough part about her, and that’s something that you really admire in people. She’s on top of you now, still giving you wet and passionate kisses and her breasts squished against your chest. The feeling of her smooth body on your own is heavenly, and soon you can’t resist any more and slowly unhook her bra. Her forest green lingerie hits the floor and so does your jaw when you see the perfection that lay underneath – her tits are around the size of oranges, maybe bigger, and pale white like marble. She’s a bit embarrassed by how much you’re staring, smiling uneasily at you. You just couldn’t help it. Usually Lyra seemed frankly a bit flat-chested and gangly, but when undressed she had the body of a model. You begin to grope one of her perfect boobs, causing her to coo approval into your ear. It seems as though she only wants fair play, as soon you feel her hand worm inside of your boxers and wrap around your rock hard cock. Most of the time she’s just rubbing around the end of it, but every now and then she plays around a bit with your balls. She’s jerking you off pretty slowly, trying to keep in time with how much you’re working with her. The slow pace she’s doing it at is driving you crazy, so you decide to quicken your hands on her. Focusing on giving Lyra a good time really is a challenge now and you begin to lose grip on reality, closing your eyes and just feeling the pleasure. Once again Lyra takes control and a few seconds later you feel your erection be engulfed by a new, warm sensation. You open your eyes and see she’s got her mouth wrapped around you, golden hazel eyes staring up into your own. You’re not sure if she really wants to do this, but as she said before, she’s determined to get all of this stuff done. Her tongue slides along your length and her lips rub around you; everything about this is great. When you hear a quiet, unnatural moan you realize that her other hand has reached inside of her panties and she’s rubbing herself, wincing at the euphoric feelings. You smile at her and begin to run your hand through her bright green hair, somehow reassuring her into doing a better job on both herself and on you. Through all of the hair her eyes look hungry and lustful, and more than just a blowjob seems to be what she needs. You ask if she wants you to try eating her out or anything like that but she hastily declines, explaining that it sounds strange and she doesn’t like the idea of having someone’s mouth on her privates. Whatever she thinks is okay is okay by you. When you do decide to change things up you find your back against the wall with Lyra in front of you, readying herself for the next big step in the process. As your manhood slips inside of her she almost starts crying at the feeling, wrapping her arms around your neck and resting her head on your shoulder. She’s really tight on your cock and it feels insanely good, so you begin to pump into her over and over again. Whether she’s in pain or pure bliss is a mystery, but she’s prompting you to keep doing what you’re doing. It’s quite nice to finally see her in such a primal and weak state – it makes you feel like you’ve overcome an obstacle, that of lowering her down to your level. Normally she’s on top of things and a bit bossy, but now she’s clinging to you for support and gasping your name. You feel like you’re in power over her, something that you don’t usually feel. She’s really getting into it now, trying to move her hips down to meet yours as you pump into her. Her forehead is pressed against your own, and for now all you can do to communicate is gaze deep into each other’s eyes. You feel lost in those beautiful hazel eyes of hers and she seems just as entranced in your hardy blue eyes. Lyra’s eyes have always caught you, mainly because of how bright they are. Their shade of brown is a mysterious golden color that is almost yellow, and you just can’t seem to get enough of them. You’ve also got a tight grip on her voluptuous ass, another thing you’ve always admired about her. The sneak previews you’ve gotten at it in the past were nice, but now that your hand is really rubbing on its bare skin you really know what it’s like. Placed right below your hand is that cool tattoo of a golden harp that you’ve always kept an eye on as well. This girl really is something special. Lyra’s breathing suddenly starts to intensify, a sign that she’s getting close to an orgasm. You aren’t very close to one of your own yet, but you decide to give her the pleasure she needs and start to speed up your thrusts. She’s holding tight onto your back and every now and again you start to think her fingernails have gotten a cut or two in. You notice her forehead leave yours and her eyes clench up, and soon she lets out a short scream as her body is rocked by a powerful orgasm. Seconds later she rests her head back onto your shoulder and you slow down your pace. She asks you for another go at it and you gladly accept. Your next position has her on her back this time, and now you’re doing most of the work. She’s massaging her own tits now as you work your still hard cock into her, the cheap bed below you creaking and shaking all the while. The gaze she’s giving you is hypnotic, prompting you to go as hard as you can. With every push she lets out some of the most erotic squeals you will probably ever hear in your life and they’re drowning out your own grunts of pleasure. Both of you are having the times of your lives, no doubt about it. It’s not long before you start to feel the familiar build of pressure in your lower body that tells you the end is near. From the sounds that Lyra’s starting to make now it’s evident that she’s coming close too, so you begin to intensify your thrusts for the final push before it’s over. Before you finish you find yourself leaning in towards her and plant your mouth onto hers, giving her one big kiss as both of your bodies are shaken by a shared climax. You unload your semen into her tight vag and she doesn’t even seem to mind it that much. Your cock is slick with bodily juices as you pull it out and sprawl across the bed beside her. For a while the only sound in the room is both of your deep breathing, but you soon notice Lyra swallow as she decides to start talking. She turns her head to face yours and begins to grasp your hand in her own. “Thanks man,” is all she manages, but her eyes want to say more. All you can do is nod breathlessly and clench down on her hand, giving her a reassuring smile as you do. With your free hand you pull Lyra towards you and kiss her one last time, sighing deeply at the same time she does. You’ve found some pretty damn good love now, and you hope that it’ll last.
Seeing HerBEEP – BEEP – BE- Your hand slaps down onto the clock just before it finishes its third beep, somehow making a feeling of accomplishment wash over you. You slowly drag your thin blanket off of yourself as you sit up in bed, staring into the darkness of your room for a while before turning to look at the time. The LED lights on your nightstand read 5:12, your most dreaded time of day – mainly because it’s too early, but also because you’ve been waking up at that time for at least a week now. By half past seven you need to be at your first class of the morning, meaning that your cruel clock was set at least two hours before it needed to ring. Further evidence gives you a clear culprit in the form of a simple note on your snooze button. Rise and shine, Benjamin. Hope you liked the wake-up call. Sincerely, Cole. Ah the college days; usually one of the hardest parts of a person’s life. It could be because of the ruthless classes or early mornings, but most of the time it was also because of your roommates. In this case it was the latter, and non-plural at that. Cole Gaterson is his name, and he’s pretty much one of the sickest people you know. He’s currently going to a dental doctoring school just a few blocks down the road and just to shove it in your face that he’s probably going to end up with a better life than you he’s always enforcing toothpaste, floss, and other cleaning utilities onto you whenever he can. Besides this he’s quite a prankster, as demonstrated by the clock. You appreciate him as a good friend, but sometimes he can really get on your nerves. Despite the early time you decide to get up and maybe go down to the café for breakfast, a luxury that you’re usually too late for classes to have. You slip into a dark beige hoodie and light blue jeans before heading towards the door, stopping at the mirror in the hall to fix up your hair. One of Cole’s pranks involved giving you big purple streaks, but you’re too lazy to wash them out yet. Besides, they don’t actually look half-bad. As you leave you hope to yourself that Cole enjoys the little packing tape present you put in his doorway. Hopefully he’ll have a nice trip. You step out into the dark autumn streets you feel the refreshing air blow in your face. It chills you to the bone so you put up your hood and start walking down to Sugarcubes, the only café open at this time of day. As you walk the streets are quiet; a few joggers run past you and some lonely cars drive down the road, but other than that you seem to be alone. You pop in some ear buds and flick on your MP3 player, but can’t seem to choose what song you want to listen to. You scroll past a certain song that grabs your attention, but after contemplating it you decide that you’re not really in the mood. It was by a new indie punk band called the Pony Boys, even though all six of the band members are female. Time goes on and you just can’t seem to choose a song, so you give up and keep the ear buds in. Within a couple minutes you reach a thin brown building with a familiar neon sign on the front. Sugarcubes is the café’s name and you step into the warm yellow glow coming from inside, finding the place to be nearly deserted. It’s not usually packed; just the odd senior citizen, failing art student, or trashy bachelor, and that was just the way that you like it. On one side of the room is an elderly couple having coffee and in another seat is a man in a dirty brown coat. Behind the counter stands a girl about your age wearing a pink sweater and strangely bright pink hair that curls all around her head. She smiles and welcomes you in, her liveliness at this time of morning surprising. “Hey there! What’d you like to spruce up your day?” she asks, leaning over the desk as you approach. You take a seat at the bar in front of the counter. “Just some coffee, thanks. Dark please.” You recognize her as Pinkie, a member of the said band from earlier. Seeing her around isn’t much of a surprise to anyone, really - she’s the kind of person who wants to make friends with every stranger she sees on the street. No one knows her real name, but rumor has it that she absolutely despises it and that’s why she goes by Pinkie. The pink-clad employee swings around the kitchen behind the counter and quickly returns with your coffee, her speed and skill impressive. When you look down at the order placed in front of you you notice that you’ve also got a chocolate donut sitting beside your coffee mug. “You looked like you need a donut. This one’s on the house, a’ight?” she explains with a grin. You slowly nod and take a sip of your coffee. “Thanks, I guess.” Your time in the café is relatively quiet. The people who enter the place never stay very long, but you seem to be there forever. Life in schooling is hard for you right now; like most people your age you have no idea what you’re going to do in your life, so you’re just taking some random arithmetic and sciences to open up some good opportunities. You’re not sure if everything’s going to turn out, which results in some pretty cheesy moments when you’re just alone and thinking to yourself. You come from a long line of “candy makers” who all wanted you to take up the tradition, but instead you decided to go to college and learn a real occupation. Nothing really amazing happens at the café. Pinkie tries to get talking to you with no real luck, and other than that everything’s normal as it usually is. You do however get a text from Cole eventually. It reads… ben your such a dick now i have 2 go 2 school with a big bruise on my face >:( You simply smile and put your phone away, satisfied with the results of your little prank. Although your mood is lightened up a bit you’re still feeling tired and stay at the café for quite a while longer. Your empty stare into your near-empty coffee mug is interrupted when a voice attracts your attention and you look up. Unlike most of the people in Sugarcube who were either old guys out for their morning coffee or unemployed losers wallowing in their failure, this one was a bit more chipper and surprisingly female. You eye a young girl maybe a bit younger than yourself now sitting at the counter with a bright smile on her face conversing with Pinkie, but not about an order – this time the two are conversing about how each other’s days are and are being relatively friendly. From a glance she’s normal, but eventually you can’t help but stare at her and really start to take in her details. For starters, her hair is green. Not the sickly green color of when you go swimming with blue dye in your hair, but a bright minty green that catches your eye quite exceptionally. She’s wearing an unzipped hoodie that’s the same color as her hair and a white shirt underneath, the outfit completed by dark green short shorts that barely reaches over half of her thighs. It surprises you that she doesn’t wear something warmer for the chilly weather, but what really was the catch of it all is that she has a small yellow harp tattooed on her leg that is just a bit covered by her shorts. Aside from that she’s so skinny that it seems unhealthy, and all in all she’s a bit of a strange sight to behold. Even stranger is how she just orders five donuts with no drink or anything. All of the donuts are the same glazed flavor and she eats them surprisingly quickly. Within at least a single minute all five of them are gone and she swiftly tosses a few dollars of cash onto the counter and steps out to leave – however, she stops just as she’s about to open the door and turns around. It’s relatively quiet for a moment until you decide to turn to look. Unfortunately, you catch her just as she opens her mouth as though she was about to begin talking to you. She takes a hasty step backwards and smiles nervously at you, chuckling a bit to herself as she did. You wait in awkward silence for her to say something, but it seems like nothing can come out of her mouth as she struggles to speak. Eventually she does manage to talk, but just briefly. “Sorry for bothering you, man. I’ll just leave now,” is all she says before rushing out the door. You turn to Pinkie and she gives you a simple shrug, so you slap some cash onto the counter and begin to exit the café. “Thanks for the donut,” you say as you leave. The strange encounter with the girl at the café sticks in your mind all day, making it hard to focus on any of your classes. She just looked so different from everyone else around you – the tattoo, the clothing, the hair, everything. And what was she going to say to you before she chickened out? Everything about the meeting bugs you until your walk back home. You don’t want to go right back to your pad just yet so you take a detour through the local park. It’s relatively peaceful there and no one’s around as you walk, your pace slowed down so you can enjoy the quiet atmosphere. You don’t normally come through here without being in hurry and it’s nice to finally be able to appreciate it all, to get away from the terrors of real life. It’s good to sometimes just be able to escape. As you walk through the near silent park you start to hear something that’s definitely not of nature drifting through the air. It sounds like music on some form of strings instrument, but you can’t put your finger on just what it is. The very sound of it is quite alluring and puts your mind right at peace, so you start to look for the source of it. Who’s playing that music? What’s that instrument? As you walk down the path you start to hear it getting louder and louder as you get closer and closer. Soon you can even hear quiet singing, but it’s in a foreign language that you can’t seem to decipher. Eventually you find where the music is coming from and are surprised by who it is. Sitting on a high branch in a big oak tree is a girl – specifically the same girl who you met at the café, the one who almost talked to you. Her minty green hair is lightly blowing in the wind and she’s still wearing those chilly-looking clothes, but she’s also got some sort of golden harp in her lap that she’s slowly strumming. Turns out she’s the one playing the music, but she’s also the one singing in the other language. Her back is turned to you so she doesn’t see you take a seat at a nearby bench as you listen to her music. It’s a bit unbelievable how calming the combination of the harp’s strings and her melodious voice is to your ears and soon you space out as you listen. For several minutes you sit in silence and listen to her songs, enjoying the escape from reality for the moment. You’re awoken from your zen state when she ceases her playing and lets out a deep sigh. She takes you by surprise when she starts to talk to you. “Did you like the performance?” she asks without turning around. You hesitate before answering her sudden question. “Definitely. Your musical talent is amazing.” “Thanks, I try.” She places her harp into a satchel over her shoulder and elegantly slides down the side of the tree. When she finally turns around to face you she freezes in mid-step, again struggling to get the words out of her mouth. “Y-you’re the guy from Sugarcubes… right?” she asks, her voice shaky. You simply nod to save her the trouble of having to talk much more, but she still speaks to you. Her voice is adamant and she seems like she’s trying to be brave. “M-My name’s Lyra - Lyra Heartstrings. What’s your name?” “I’m Benjamin Dropp. Nice to actually meet you,” you stand up from your seat and begin to approach her, but she turns away and grips her satchel tightly for comfort. It takes her a while to respond, but eventually she does. “I’m sorry Benjamin… you just remind me of someone I once knew, back where I used to live.” You can’t help but raise an eyebrow and get a bit more curious on the subject. “Who is it? We might be related somehow.” “You’re not – you’ve got different last names, and you live pretty far away from where they lived.” She seems to be rushing the conversation. “Are you sure? My family’s pretty big, you know.” Lyra spins around and almost yells at you. “Yes! I’m sure of it!” Her sudden burst of anger takes you by surprise and you take a step backwards. What’s wrong with her? An awkward silence follows her response, then she quickly begins to storm off. “See you later, Benjamin.” Her voice returns to being calm again as she leaves. You find yourself suddenly calling out to her, even though you didn’t really want to. “Hey Lyra!” She turns around to look at you. “What is it, Mr. Dropp?” Unsure of what to say, you decide to go back into the music. “I’d like to hear some more of that harp some time.” “I come here every day around this time to play. If you want to hear just come back tomorrow; it’d be nice to have an audience anyways,” Lyra explains, her voice piping up a bit with hope. With that she gives you a smug smirk and continues to walk away. You watch her go down the path in silence, waiting for her to fully disappear from view before departing. For some reason your most recent encounter with her has plastered an unwanted smile on your face. It doesn’t leave until you finally get home, and you have no idea why. Whatever the reason, you feel like this isn’t the last that you’ll see of Ms. Heartstrings and you begin to look forward to tomorrow.
Meeting HerWARNING: SAUCINESS STARTS HERE, GOES ON INTO CHAPTER THREE SPLOOSH! “I gotcha, Ben! That one always works on you!” You lift the bucket off of your head with a frown plastered on your face and toss it to the ground, wet hair dripping water all over the linoleum floor. “Shut up, Cole.” Your encounters with Lyra made you naïve and simple-minded, making you the perfect target for one of Cole’s imminent pranks. Today he pulled a classic on you – leave a bucket of water on a partially open door, then wait for your target to open the door and watch as they get drenched. Ever since he changed your clock’s alarm timing and you laid out that scotch tape trap for him you and Cole have been at each other’s necks with pranks. Some days its bugs in the cereal, and others its corn starch on the showerhead, but it seems like you’ve stumbled right into a prank war. You walk into your room calmly, but instantly slip on some well-placed ceram wrap and crash onto the floor. Through the wall you hear Cole burst into laughter and plop down onto the couch, so you angrily claw at the shiny wrapping on the floor until it tears away. After that’s taken care of you change into some dry clothes, all the while having your mind being taken apart by two puzzling thoughts. One, the more cheery one, is about Lyra and if you should go look for her the next day. The other, the darker one, is about what other traps Cole set up all around your pad. Cole suddenly walks into the frame of your door, causing you to initially panic. He chuckles at your paranoia. “You’re getting off lucky for a while, Ben. I’m going on vacation to my folks’ house for a few weeks and you’ll be perfectly safe on your own. Use this time to plan some pranks; it’s the only way you’ll ever get back at me,” he explains as he pops some gum into his mouth. “You’re leaving at the beginning of the semester? It’s been only a month.” you ask. Your roommate shrugs at you with a bright white smile on his face. “That’s right! I’m sure I’ll be able to catch up on what I miss.” Inside your head you know that he won’t, but don’t say anything and just watch him walk away. You flop down onto your bed, exhausted from the day both physically and mentally, then quickly fall asleep. The days go by, feeling like they’ve been going faster and faster ever since you first met Lyra. Your meetings in the park have become part of your regular schedule and she’s even started to warm up to you a bit – that is, if warming up to someone means finally being able to form sentences when talking with them. At first she was quite bitter to you and didn’t really enjoy your company, but over time she started to appreciate your company when she was playing on her harp. She’s nice to you once you got to know her, but she has turned out to be a bit tough and feministic. In turn you also get to learn a bit about her background. You two never really delve into the deeper subjects about your relation with Lyra’s old friend that you remind her of, but instead go into the present and start to get to know each other better. Lyra is of Greek descent, her father being pure Greek and her mother being from Canada. Her father taught her the language when she was young, and this is the language that she speaks when she is singing. For most of her life she lived out in the rural areas of Alberta, but never really got a taste for the farm-life. One thing about the country that she does obsess about is equines, namely horses. She’s super into them and owned at least seven horses back in the day, and as a result she’s become a vegetarian. She also claims that she’s colorblind to certain shades of red. All of this leads to you becoming good friends with Lyra, your evening meetings going on for at least an entire month before the next step was taken. As per usual, you and Lyra meet up in the park after your daily classes to talk. However, something else appeared to be on her mind when you met up. “Hey Ben!” she calls as you she enters your view. “I’ve got somewhere I wanna go!” You quickly catch up with her to hear the rest. “Where is it?” “There’s this old cinema out by my pad that’s super cheap and almost always empty. They just play older movies over and over, but today they’re showing one of my favorite movies!” When she sees your dull expression she lightly chuckles. “Don’t worry; it’s not a chick-flick. It’s one of those inspirational sports movies that you always hear about – y’know, like ‘Rocky’ and ‘Chariots of Fire’ and stuff. Do you wanna come with?” After rolling the proposal over in your mind for a while you accept and the both of you walk off to exit the park and head to the theatre. You’ve never really gone anywhere with Lyra before, it’s mainly just been meeting in the park and talking for a while. However, you’ve got a feeling that this is gonna be worth it. It turns out that said cinema truly is pretty old and worn out, and the guy who runs it just does it for some extra cash alongside his full-time job. Just as Lyra said the place is empty and dirty, but it’s nice and quiet – no kids screaming at their parents to get them snacks or teenage girls freaking out about seeing the next vampire movie. The whole place actually seems warm and friendly, sort of giving you the feeling you get when you head over to an old friend’s house for the afternoon. As you enter the theatre with your amazingly fresh popcorn Lyra explains that the guy who runs the cinema doesn’t even advertise the place at all. She found it because the owner is actually a good friend of her mom’s from high school and he phones her up regularly just for updates on what movies he can show for her and any friends that she might bring by. The projector above your heads works surprisingly well for such a low-budget cinema and the movie is up faster than any official theatre you’ve ever been to has been. Not to mention that both the film and sound quality is crisp and clear with no cutting out, making you glad that you came to the movies at all. Lyra’s relatively silent for most of the movie, actually enjoying the cheesy story and easily recognizable actors. You don’t mind it that much, but the whole concept of a runner who needs to overcome his family’s challenges to win the big race is a bit overdone. Despite this you enjoy the time that you spend with Lyra. About half-way through the movie you drop a piece of popcorn in mid-bite by accident. As you look down to see it fall you notice something that you should have noticed a lot earlier; Lyra’s hand is placed right on your thigh, not moving at all. You wonder to yourself if it had been an accident and how long it had been there, but then decide not to embarrass her by saying anything. However, the more you think about it all your mind drifts to you and Lyra’s relationship. Are you just friends? You have never really thought of it that way before – but does she want something more from you? The thoughts gnaw at your brain and you soon turn to look at Lyra, who is engrossed in the movie and staring intently at the projection. Even though you don’t want to you find yourself looking up and down her body, taking in almost every detail that you can – her hair, her eyes, but most notably her shape. She’s got all the right curves in all the right places, making her quite a catch. She appears to be a bit flat-chested to you, but that’s never really been your thing anyways. She’s got cute thighs that come out from under her revealing shorts, causing you to begin thinking about how her ass is. You’ve seen it before over all the time that you’ve hung out with her, but now it’s really starting to become a prominent thought. All of these perverted mental notes get you to feel a bit uneasy, hoping to yourself that you don’t do anything stupid around her. A burning feeling ignites in your chest, and before you know it you realise that you’re coming on to Lyra. You’ve started to get a thing for her, even though you didn’t really want to. “Hey Ben.” You’re taken out of your thoughts by her voice and you quickly turn to her, slightly surprising her. “Y-yeah? What’s up?” Lyra opens her mouth to say something, but stops before she does and gives you a snide look. “You know Ben,” she gives you a playful elbow. “You’ve got a nice bod. Just saying.” Her remark takes you back and you feel blood rush into your cheeks. “Erm, thanks... what made you say that all of the sudden?” “Oh, just the fact that we’re watching a movie about a muscular runner dude. I’m not really into the buff guy that badly, I just feel like they’d push me around too much,” she grabs your relatively skinny arm and gives it a squeeze. “I feel more adequate around thinner guys like you – no offence.” The way that Lyra’s suddenly gotten so intimate all of the sudden is a bit weird, but your inner self is telling you to go on and play with it. You listen to it and in turn give her a smug smirk. “You’ve got a pretty face yourself.” “Don’t try flattering me so much, man,” You get a bit offended by her statement. Does she think that she’s not good-looking? “Lyra, I’m being serious. You’re a really pretty girl.” Once it sinks in she seems to be affected by your statement – positively or negatively is a mystery. She shrinks away from you in what appears to be flattery, but her eyes show shock. “I, uh... you really think that, Ben?” She sure is acting weird. “Yeah, Lyra. You’re pretty,” you say again. Her face is getting pale now. “Oh gosh…” she says, twirling some hair around her finger. “Sorry if I’m acting weird, it’s just that…” Something seems to click in her head and her nervous expression turns into a little smile. You feel Lyra’s hand begin to run along your thigh, causing you to clench up all of your muscles. She laughs at your reaction. “I want you…” she whispers. Strangely enough, you don’t feel the slightest bit uncomfortable. In fact, your mind starts racing as you feel Lyra’s hand moving up towards your fly. You feel an erection building inside of your pants, and at a time like this that his fine. Quick and nimble fingers undo your fly and reach into your boxers, lightly touching your balls all the while. In response you find your own hand moving along Lyra’s leg and towards her shorts. “Lyra… I want you too…” you whisper back, your feral instincts having taken over what cheesy lines you say now. Your hand cups around the base of her shorts and you slowly begin to rub, causing Lyra to gasp out loud in pleasure. You play with her through the green denim for a while before starting to actual pull her fly down to go inside. Meanwhile Lyra has been playing around with your rock hard cock and has been lightly running her fingers around the base of it. It feels ridiculously good and you begin to appreciate having ever gone to the movie with her. Your own fingers are lightly squelching on her wet vag, slowly running around the soft flesh. The sound of Lyra’s erotic whimpering is driving you crazy inside, and soon you find it impossible to not grab her head and bring it to yours in a kiss. She seemed a bit surprised at first, but in a matter of seconds she’s got her free hand running along your face and playing with your shaggy head of hair. Your other hand is also running through her hair, caressing her pale green locks and taking in just how nice they feel. A few minutes later you change tactics, pulling your hand out of her shorts and up through her white tank top. Under her shirt you manage to get her bra to move aside and grip around her tits, noticing that they feel a lot bigger than they appear. You squish them around and play with her nipples, the sensations seeming to drive her crazy. Now instead of just rubbing your dick she’s gotten a bit more into it, gripping the entire width of it in her hand and jerking you off. Above it all you’re still both kissing, tongues lashing at each other and eyes closed. Your intimate moment goes on for what seems like eternity, but without warning Lyra suddenly moans loudly into your kisses, trying desperately to tell you something. She reluctantly takes your hand away from her boobs and lets go of your cock, shaking her head and looking deep into your eyes. “This doesn’t feel right,” she explains as she starts fixing her ruffled clothing. You’re not sure if it’s either your common sense or your horny inner self talking, but you speak up against her. “What do you mean? No one’s here, Lyra. We’re alone.” “That’s not it. I just… I can’t…” Lyra turns away from you as she tries to spit out the last bits of her statement. The two of you sit in an awkward silence as you wait for her to finish her sentence, and it lasts for basically the rest of the movie. Once it is over you leave the cinema together, albeit not talking, and after a few seconds of walking down the cool evening road Lyra stops walking and turns to look at you, apparently ready to finally talk. “Ben, the reason I was acting so strange back in the theatre was that… I once…” she stutters and stares at the ground as she speaks. “I once kinda had a… girlfriend…” At the last word your eyes unintentionally widen and it seems like she notices, so she stands up straight and hurriedly begins to explain herself. “Back in Canada I had a really close friend who I always hung out with named Bonne. She was my only friend up there and I spent most of my time at her house; I went there for rides to school in the morning, I came back to mess around after school, and sometimes I even stayed over for a night or two. Most of the other kids at our school started to notice our frequent meet-ups and came to the conclusion that we were a thing.” “Being the immature middle school kids we were, my friend and I were constantly teased and made fun of just because we were good friends. We both saw nothing of ourselves as lesbians, but the teasing did start to wear on us and our hanging out slowly dropped over time. Eventually one of the times I was at Bonne’s house she finally explained to me that the peer pressure had gotten to her and she had decided that she really was going to be lesbian. When she asked me if I would actually start going out with her I said no, and that’s where our relationship really fell apart. We parted ways almost instantly, both of us crying; I was crying over having to lose my only friend to some dumb teasing, and she was crying for being turned down. I felt bad about what I had done to her and tried to avoid seeing her at all costs – haven’t seen her ever since high school grad night.” But her story wasn’t done there. “Here’s the catch; the reason I first approached you at Sugarcubes is because you looked way too much like Bonne to be true. You dressed the same way, your hair was almost the same as hers, and even your names were similar, so something in the back of my head made me feel inclined to talk to you. Too bad my mouth didn’t work and just made everything awkward...” “Once we started to see each other in the park more and more I decided that it was time to try this friendship thing again with hopefully no mess-ups – from the looks of it that’s gone smoothly. But the most important part of it all was just to see if I would be attracted to you. I wanted to see if I really was lesbian and just didn’t know it at the time; then I would know if I made the right choice leaving my old friend in the dust. I’m almost using you, Ben. When I seduced you in the theatre I was trying to get myself to be aroused while around a guy, and it seems like it worked. I’m a bit sorry for it, but I’m using you as a test.” By the end of her story you can hear Lyra’s voice trembling and see her eyes start to moisten up, and you almost felt the same way. She was really looking sad now and you felt incredibly bad for her, even if she did just apologize. You place a hand on her shoulder to try comforting her. “Don’t worry Lyra, you don’t need to say sorry. I don’t even feel that used, and you’ve been a great friend so far. And I’m sorry that things didn’t work out with you and Bonne, but I think it’s time to move on. That’s the far past, long gone, and now you’ve gotta look to the future.” Lyra looks up at you hopefully, rubbing the tears out of the corners of her eyes. Then her eyes soften and she smiles, playfully punching you in the ribs. “Thanks Ben. You can be a real sap some times.” You laugh out loud at her sudden change of emotions. “Look who’s talking, Ms. Melancholy!” The two of you begin to walk again down the chilly autumn road and back to the park. As you walk your hand accidentally knocks into Lyra’s, but she doesn’t mind. In fact, she reaches over and grabs your hand back again, holding onto it with a lovingly hard grip. Her touch feels almost electric and you grasp her hand back to reassure her that you’re good with it all. To put a cherry on the cake the sun’s setting too, so you feel like you’re in some kind of cheesy movie – luckily for you, that cheesy movie just happens to be a blockbuster.
Helping HerIt’s been a just single night since the drama at the cinema and you’ve already gone to meet up with Lyra at the park again. When you reach your usual spot you see her sitting up in the big oak tree that she always sits in, waving down to you with a smile. You clumsily try to climb up to see her and it takes you a few tries before you pull it off. “I never knew you were such an ape, Ben!” she laughs sarcastically as you pull yourself up beside her. “I’d never be able to get up here as fast as you can!” You settle down beside her and chuckle at your own low dexterity. “There’s absolutely no way,” you play along with a smile. Up on the tree branch your talking is limited, but the time there is nice. Now that you’re almost officially together being around Lyra fills you with a warm sensation that she didn’t have when you were just friends and not much is to be said about it. It’s peaceful and simple – until Lyra goes into something deep. “I’ve made a decision, Ben,” she says. “I’m 50% sure that I’m not lesbian.” You cock an eyebrow and look at her. “What about the other 50% then?” “Well, I’d like to try something out – like an experiment. I really big experiment.” “How big of an experiment?” Lyra pauses, pondering her approach at telling you what she wants to. “Alright, so…” she takes a deep breath. “I’ve felt strong attraction to you, and that’s the first 50%. For the last 50%, I’d like to see if we can have any real… intimacy.” You’re confused by her statement. “Wait, are you telling me that what we just did at the theatre yesterday isn’t your definition of intimate? I’d love to see what is in that case.” With a growl Lyra swings her head dramatically, obviously annoyed. “I wanna try having real sex… with you. Like, right now.” Your heart almost stops beating when she says it. “You do?” You’re not that hopeful or shocked or nervous – no, inside you feel a deep burning that’s beginning to grow. You hope she’s being serious about this, but not to the point that you’re pleading. “Yeah man. I really want to try it,” she says. After a light pause you find yourself pushed out of the tree, landing on your knees with a grunt. Soon Lyra jumps down beside you. You stand up and take her hand, starting to run towards the park exit with her. “Let’s go to my place.” The two of you stumble into your room, Lyra somehow having been able to take already her shorts off and she’s moving much faster than you are. You’re still kissing her as you sit down on the side of your bed while at the same time undressing, and it’s a bit difficult to pull off. Once you’re both down to your undergarments Lyra instantly takes the initiative, somehow strong enough to shove you down onto your back. It seems like the attitude isn’t the only tough part about her, and that’s something that you really admire in people. She’s on top of you now, still giving you wet and passionate kisses and her breasts squished against your chest. The feeling of her smooth body on your own is heavenly, and soon you can’t resist any more and slowly unhook her bra. Her forest green lingerie hits the floor and so does your jaw when you see the perfection that lay underneath – her tits are around the size of oranges, maybe bigger, and pale white like marble. She’s a bit embarrassed by how much you’re staring, smiling uneasily at you. You just couldn’t help it. Usually Lyra seemed frankly a bit flat-chested and gangly, but when undressed she had the body of a model. You begin to grope one of her perfect boobs, causing her to coo approval into your ear. It seems as though she only wants fair play, as soon you feel her hand worm inside of your boxers and wrap around your rock hard cock. Most of the time she’s just rubbing around the end of it, but every now and then she plays around a bit with your balls. She’s jerking you off pretty slowly, trying to keep in time with how much you’re working with her. The slow pace she’s doing it at is driving you crazy, so you decide to quicken your hands on her. Focusing on giving Lyra a good time really is a challenge now and you begin to lose grip on reality, closing your eyes and just feeling the pleasure. Once again Lyra takes control and a few seconds later you feel your erection be engulfed by a new, warm sensation. You open your eyes and see she’s got her mouth wrapped around you, golden hazel eyes staring up into your own. You’re not sure if she really wants to do this, but as she said before, she’s determined to get all of this stuff done. Her tongue slides along your length and her lips rub around you; everything about this is great. When you hear a quiet, unnatural moan you realize that her other hand has reached inside of her panties and she’s rubbing herself, wincing at the euphoric feelings. You smile at her and begin to run your hand through her bright green hair, somehow reassuring her into doing a better job on both herself and on you. Through all of the hair her eyes look hungry and lustful, and more than just a blowjob seems to be what she needs. You ask if she wants you to try eating her out or anything like that but she hastily declines, explaining that it sounds strange and she doesn’t like the idea of having someone’s mouth on her privates. Whatever she thinks is okay is okay by you. When you do decide to change things up you find your back against the wall with Lyra in front of you, readying herself for the next big step in the process. As your manhood slips inside of her she almost starts crying at the feeling, wrapping her arms around your neck and resting her head on your shoulder. She’s really tight on your cock and it feels insanely good, so you begin to pump into her over and over again. Whether she’s in pain or pure bliss is a mystery, but she’s prompting you to keep doing what you’re doing. It’s quite nice to finally see her in such a primal and weak state – it makes you feel like you’ve overcome an obstacle, that of lowering her down to your level. Normally she’s on top of things and a bit bossy, but now she’s clinging to you for support and gasping your name. You feel like you’re in power over her, something that you don’t usually feel. She’s really getting into it now, trying to move her hips down to meet yours as you pump into her. Her forehead is pressed against your own, and for now all you can do to communicate is gaze deep into each other’s eyes. You feel lost in those beautiful hazel eyes of hers and she seems just as entranced in your hardy blue eyes. Lyra’s eyes have always caught you, mainly because of how bright they are. Their shade of brown is a mysterious golden color that is almost yellow, and you just can’t seem to get enough of them. You’ve also got a tight grip on her voluptuous ass, another thing you’ve always admired about her. The sneak previews you’ve gotten at it in the past were nice, but now that your hand is really rubbing on its bare skin you really know what it’s like. Placed right below your hand is that cool tattoo of a golden harp that you’ve always kept an eye on as well. This girl really is something special. Lyra’s breathing suddenly starts to intensify, a sign that she’s getting close to an orgasm. You aren’t very close to one of your own yet, but you decide to give her the pleasure she needs and start to speed up your thrusts. She’s holding tight onto your back and every now and again you start to think her fingernails have gotten a cut or two in. You notice her forehead leave yours and her eyes clench up, and soon she lets out a short scream as her body is rocked by a powerful orgasm. Seconds later she rests her head back onto your shoulder and you slow down your pace. She asks you for another go at it and you gladly accept. Your next position has her on her back this time, and now you’re doing most of the work. She’s massaging her own tits now as you work your still hard cock into her, the cheap bed below you creaking and shaking all the while. The gaze she’s giving you is hypnotic, prompting you to go as hard as you can. With every push she lets out some of the most erotic squeals you will probably ever hear in your life and they’re drowning out your own grunts of pleasure. Both of you are having the times of your lives, no doubt about it. It’s not long before you start to feel the familiar build of pressure in your lower body that tells you the end is near. From the sounds that Lyra’s starting to make now it’s evident that she’s coming close too, so you begin to intensify your thrusts for the final push before it’s over. Before you finish you find yourself leaning in towards her and plant your mouth onto hers, giving her one big kiss as both of your bodies are shaken by a shared climax. You unload your semen into her tight vag and she doesn’t even seem to mind it that much. Your cock is slick with bodily juices as you pull it out and sprawl across the bed beside her. For a while the only sound in the room is both of your deep breathing, but you soon notice Lyra swallow as she decides to start talking. She turns her head to face yours and begins to grasp your hand in her own. “Thanks man,” is all she manages, but her eyes want to say more. All you can do is nod breathlessly and clench down on her hand, giving her a reassuring smile as you do. With your free hand you pull Lyra towards you and kiss her one last time, sighing deeply at the same time she does. You’ve found some pretty damn good love now, and you hope that it’ll last.
