The Cruel Intentions (A Short Romantic Story)

Sarah is an old friend of mine. She is a neighbour and I've known her forever. We've been friends, enemies, strangers and friends, depending on our ages and the different stages of our life. Not boyfriend and girlfriend, but just a friend of the opposite sex. Someone who's just there and you talk to them.

We are both nineteen now and currently good friends. We had gone out on dates together but it was always as a group and Sarah and I were just loosely paired the way people do in groups. No assurance, and no guarantee we would leave the party or whatever together. There had been occasions when we didn't and it didn't bother either of us. Just friends, as I said.

It was a Monday and it had been a warm day. My parents had gone away for the weekend and I knew Sarah was home alone. Rather than both of us hang around our respective houses I walked over to her place and asked if she would like to stroll down to the shopping mall and look around.

She agred, but glanced down at herself and told me to come on in and wait while she got a different top. Not that I had any objection to the top she was wearing. Like I said, it had been a hot day and Sarah was wearing jeans (tight) and a tank top. I could, however, understand her not wanting to parade around the mall in a tank top.

I wandered down to her room with her, expecting her to just grab a shirt or blouse. To my surprise, with a casual warning for me not to look, she half turned away and took off the tank top. ‘Don't look’. Fuck that. She had a wonderful set of boobs and I was looking good and hard.

"Um, Sarah, did I ever tell you I was gay?" I calmly asked.

She turned around to look at me, her mouth open in surprise. I nearly had a heart attack at the full view I now had, breasts bouncing nicely with the force of her turn.

"No. I had no idea. How long have you known?" She sounded quite surprised.

"I probably never told you that because I'm not, so I was thinking what gave you the idea that I was."

She blinked, looking confused.

"Why would you think that I thought you were gay?" she asked.

"Because," I said, reaching out and lightly touching one of those lovely boobs, "when a lovely young lady, such as yourself, starts undressing in front of a young man, such as myself, it's for one of three reasons. She thinks he's gay and safe, she's an innocent idiot, or she wants him to fuck her.

Now you don't think I'm gay, and I've never thought that you were an idiot. Innocent maybe, but not an idiot. That leaves option three. You want me to fuck you."

"What! You have got to be joking. I don't, that is I wouldn't, I mean, you wouldn't, you're just a friend. You shouldn't be thinking things like that."

"I know I'm a friend. Can you think of a friendlier thing to do? You have to know that you're a very attractive young woman. Why the hell wouldn't I want to fuck you?"

Sarah was now smiling, suddenly aware of her half naked state, and her arms were folded across her breasts, trying to hide them.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled. "It didn't even occur to me that you would want to, ah, I mean, I didn't think you were the type, oh, I'm not putting this very well, am I?"

"No, you're not," I agreed, letting my amusement show. "Are you trying to say that you didn't think I would be attracted to you that way?"

She nodded anxiously.

"Then you're underrating yourself," I said. "Any man I know would be happy to seduce you. Why on earth would I be different?"

"Anyway, it was only my top I took off," she said protectively. "It's not as though I really stripped."

"I know," I said amiably. "That's why I thought I would give you fair warning before you took your jeans off."

"I wasn't going to take them off," Sarah stated determinedly.

"Oh. I know. But what are your plans now?"

I reached over and opened the button at her waist. A little yank released the zip a few inches, but that was all I did.

"What are you doing? You're not taking them off," she complained.

"Again, I know. I'm just making it easier for you to take them off. All you have to do is wriggle out of them." I was all innocent smiles.

"Eh. You just indicated that if I did that sort of thing you'd, ah, you'd um. . ." Her voice paused and she smiled awkwardly.

"True. If you do continue to take them down I will indeed 'ah, um' as you put it. So are they coming down or not?"

"You're asking me to let you fuck me?" she said tenderly, sounding stunned and a little scared. "But I've never, ah, I mean I've never thought of you like that oh."

"You mean you've never done it before," I said calmly. "We all have to start sometimes and who is better for a first time than a good friend who will be careful."

"How about a passionate lover who thinks the world of me," she retorted.

"No. You definitely don't want one of those for your first time. They'd be so anxious to take you that they would make a terrible mess of it, probably hurting you badly and going into a premature ejaculation leaving you disappointed. No, I'm a far better choice. We've got the house to ourselves, so why not?"

Sarah looked a little annoyed at my dismissal of a passionate lover.

"And what the hell makes you think you would be any better?" she barked.

"I may not be, but I'm willing to give it a try. Are you taking your jeans off?"

"I would be a fool to take my jeans off. I thought we were going to the mall?"

"We can do that afterwards, if you want. The jeans?"

"You've got a one dirty mind. How often do I need to say no?"

"Ah, you haven't actually said no yet," I pointed out. "Just blabbed while you're making up your mind. Take your time. I don't mind you arguing about it while you decide."

"By decide you mean do what you want," she retorted.

I didn't say anything, I just smiled at her. She had forgotten her boobs were still bare, swinging freely when she waved her arms about. She had also not zipped and buttoned her jeans. Hopeful signs as far as I was concerned.

She was staring at me, muttering under her breath. Something about freaks with egos so large they probably got boil trying to carry them. We seemed to have reached a stalemate. She wasn't taking the jeans off, but neither was she putting a top on. I can take a hint, even if she wasn't giving me one.

I gently cupped a breast, just holding it while my thumb traced little circles around her nipple. Sarah gave a little jolt and looked down at the hand cupping her breast, seeing the swollen nipple enjoying the attention. She was breathing a little heavily, but she didn't push my hand away.

Then she did, she slapped my hand away and stepped back, glared at me, and started wriggling out of her jeans. It was a joy to behold, watching her wriggle out of those tight jeans, and I almost laughed at her worried bid to make sure her panties didn't come down with the jeans. And all the time the jeans were coming down she was muttering about immoral beasts who took advantage of their friends, especially when the friends were helpless females.

Being the immoral beast in question I ignored the comments, stripping off my own clothes instead. Sarah was finally standing there in her little white panties, looking at me with eyes that seemed to be very wide, taking in both my nudity and what it showed, which was how much I wanted her.

"Panties," I murmured softly, and her fingers tugged at them nervously, making motions that she was going to remove them but still unwilling.

"Let me, please," I said, sinking to one knee in front of her. My fingers hooked over her panties and drew them slowly down. Sarah's fingers pulled at them for a few moments, trying to keep them, but then her hands fell away and so did her panties.

I ran my hand back up the way it had come, stroking along her long smooth legs, cupping her pussy for a moment, to the complement of a sudden intake of breath, and then continuing up to lightly brush across her boobs and then settle on the back of her neck.

I pulled her towards me and kissed her, easing her back towards the bed at the same time. Sarah kissed me back, shyly at first and then with meaning, responding with passion to my sensual assault on her mouth. We sank down onto the bed, lips locked. I'm not even sure that Sarah realised that we were now lying down, although I suppose it would have registered when my hands started wandering.

I stroked her boobs, lightly squeezing them, teasing them to life. Her nipples were hard and I could feel Sarah pressing her boobs against my hands, wanting a firmer touch, which I was quite happy to provide.

After a while my hands wandered deeper, finally closing over her pussy. Now I was starting to arouse her intensely, luring her passions to a blazing life. It may sound strange but you might say it was a wet and blazing life. I could feel the heat rising from deep within her, and when my fingers finally slipped between her pussy lips; her soft inner flesh was hot and wet. Her inner lips were swollen, expanded and budding, wanting more attention. Sarah was twisting under my touch, more than ready to progress to the next step.

I pushed her legs farther apart, moving between her thighs. My hard dick was swollen to bursting point, eager to dive into her passage and take possession. Sarah was pale and staring at me. And I mean me, not my dick. Her eyes were locked on me, seeking encouragement, which she seemed to get. I could feel her relax just that little bit more, waiting for what was to come.

What came was a shout.

"We're back, Sarah. Are you home?"

Fear gives a girl strength and haste I found. Sarah had pushed me off her and was almost fully dressed while I was still climbing off the bed. I never knew a girl could get dressed so fast, especially in such tight jeans.

I was still struggling into my own clothes, cursing to myself, as Sarah called back down to her parents.

"I'm up here, Mum. Edwin is here. You only just got here in time. We're about to go to the shopping mall."

Only just got here in time, liar. Sarah said that intentionally, grinning at me while she did so. We walked downstairs, Sarah all happy and laughing, me trying to hide a sudden case of painful erection.

"My parents are away for the weekend," I mumbled as we left.

"Maybe, but your house is that way and the shopping mall is that way. My parents might wonder if they saw us walking in the wrong direction."

Her parents wouldn't notice which way we went and we both knew it, but there was nothing I could do about it. I had my chance and now it was gone. Perhaps forever, I thought angrily.

We walked on down to the shopping mall, neither mentioning the topic we probably both wanted to mention. At least, I sure wanted to. The taste I had just wasn't enough. Sarah seemed quite happy that nothing had happened from our little bit of playing, but I couldn't really blame her for that. I kept my mouth shut and tried to be my normal friendly self.

As expected, we ran into others at the shopping mall. A couple of guys tried to cut in between Sarah and me but I subtly chase them off. Or maybe not so subtly, from the amused looks that Sarah gave me.

As we were leaving to head home Sarah gave me a look and giggled. I knew why she was giggling and gave her a dry look which just made her giggle all the more. We strolled along, friends walking together.

There are two way back to our places from the shopping mall. The long way, or take a short cut through the field. Being in a city, the field was quite safe, day and night, and neither of us thought twice of crossing it. We just automatically turned when we reached it and headed on.

The night was bright with a large moon and plenty of stars. No clouds, and the air was warm with a breeze, and even the breeze was warm.

In the middle of the field, there is this big baobab tree. Kids had been climbing that tree for the past hundred years, me among them. As we passed beneath it the night seemed to grow a little darker and Sarah pressed just a little closer to me.

I stopped, turned, took hold of her and kissed her. Sarah only paused for a moment and then she was kissing me back, quite willingly. Easier for her this time than earlier, I guess, because she had clothes on now.

Now it is only human nature to push your luck a little. I figured I had at least gotten a feel of Sarah's boobs. So I tugged the back of her shirt out from her jeans I slid my hands up her back, meaning to see how she would react if I unhooked her bra. The worst she could do was say no.

As my hands moved across her smooth skin Sarah pulled a little away from me. Not in rejection, but seeming to be waiting. I could have sworn I heard her giggle again. Anyway, my hands ran up her back, higher and higher until they were nearly at her shoulders. I blinked, lowered them and moved them round to the front where two lovely spheres were waiting, nipples already erect, I noticed.

"Um, you may have noticed that I had to get dressed in a hurry," Sarah said delicately.

That was an okay by me. Her boobs felt wonderful. I paid them the attention they deserved, even to the extent of lifting up her top so that I could kiss them. Finding the top kept falling back and getting in the way I finally removed it, leaving Sarah topless in my arms. She didn't complain, just cuddling close and returning my kisses.

Human nature, like I said, is never satisfied and always wanting more. Hands roamed down and open the button to her jeans for the second time that night. Pushing my hand a little further down and the zip eased open. It was my intention to tease Sarah a little when my hand pushed further down inside her jeans. I intended to reach her panties and play with the waistband, threatening to slip my hand under and touch her more intimately.

My hand sort of froze in place when I realise it had reached her pussy. I could already feel the heat coming from it.

"Dressed in a hurry, remember," murmured Sarah.

WTF. No bra or panties. No wonder she was dressed so fast. Sadly I withdrew my hand. It wouldn't be fair to push the caressing at this point.