Out on a Limb

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I was partially hidden among the leaves of the mulberry tree, with one arm wrapped around the trunk and the other stretched over my head. My fingers grasped for the sweetest berries, which tended to be among the higher branches.
"Sophie! I thought I'd find you here," a voice said from below, making me jump.
Glancing down, I spotted Troy looking up at me with a grin. I let out a squeal of excitement, then quickly feigned a stern expression. "You shouldn't sneak up on a girl like that," I scolded him. "You could have made me fall!"
Though I wasn't very high off the ground, it still would have made for a hard landing.
"I figured you saw me coming," he said, his playful smile never faltering. "I knocked on your door, and your mom told me you were out back."
"I didn't think you'd be here so soon," I said. I started to make my way down the tree, then hesitated as my eyes locked with Troy's.
It had been only a few months since I'd last seen him during his spring break, but it seemed as though we had to get used to each other all over again after being apart for any length of time. He still looked the same: tall and thin to the point of lankiness. I figured if either one of us looked different, it was me. I'd been working at the factory for almost a year now, and the job felt soul-draining at times.
Troy and I were both nineteen, but our lives had taken different paths. I told myself I was glad that he'd decided to get out of this town and make something of himself, even if I'd chosen to stay behind.
Yet I missed him terribly sometimes. The letters we wrote while he was away at college never came close to making up for the times we used to spend taking walks through the woods, talking about anything and everything.
Troy and I had grown up as neighbors; our houses were the only ones on this rural road out in the country. While my daily drive to my job in town was a drag, I loved living out in the woods, surrounded by wildness and beauty. It was one of the reasons I'd chosen to stay in this place after I graduated high school. The lack of money was the other reason.
Now Troy slid his hands in his jeans pockets and rocked back on his heels. "Are you going to stay up in that tree all day?" he asked.
"Maybe," I replied, keeping one arm wrapped tight around the tree trunk. "The best berries are up here."
Troy grimaced. "Too tart for my taste, but I remember how much you always loved them. Good thing you're dressed in old clothes." He tilted his head to the side, as if studying me, and his grin returned. "In fact, those shorts are a bit loose on you. I can see right up them."
A blush heated my cheeks. "Liar," I said, resisting the urge to cross my legs tightly together. That would be a good way to lose my balance while standing on this limb!
"Honest to God, I can," he said. "My, my, and you're wearing pink panties, too. I never would have guessed you to be the girly type."
"I didn't choose them; Mom bought me underwear as a stocking stuffer for Christmas," I retorted. "And stop looking, you pervert!" I climbed down the tree as quickly as I could, scraping my calf in the process.
As soon as I stood before Troy, he threw his head back and laughed. "You are a sight for sore eyes, Sophie! You have berry juice all over you."
I grinned in spite of myself and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. "I couldn't very well carry them down with me, so I had to eat them while I was up there," I pointed out. I figured my mouth was stained, and one glance downward revealed that my old white t-shirt was also spotted. I wasn't sure how many washings it would take to get the stains off my fingertips.
"Come here, you," Troy said, drawing me into a hug.
I let him embrace me but held my hands away from his shirt. "I don't want to stain your clothes," I said. Still, I couldn't resist nuzzling his neck and breathing in his scent.
After we slowly withdrew, I stared up at him. His eyes were a dazzling blue; they were almost the same color as the chicory flowers that grew beside the road. His dark hair was thick and a little wavy. I noticed he'd nicked himself shaving that morning.
Though his freshman year of college had ended back in the spring, he'd initially traveled halfway across the country to spend some time with his grandparents on his mom's side. His last letter told me he'd be coming home for the summer this weekend, but I'd counted on him arriving later today, closer to evening.
Troy gave my auburn ponytail a playful tug as he smiled at me affectionately. Then his gaze softened, and he appeared almost worried. "You look tired. What kind of hours do they have you working at the factory?" he asked.
"Long ones," I replied, looking away so he wouldn't see just how much I hated the job. "The pay's not bad, though."
Troy took my hands in his and ran his thumbs over my knuckles. "That place will wear you down really fast," he said quietly. "You know that."
I pulled away from him and forced a smile. isvecbahis yeni giriş (http://serieztv.com/bahis/isvecbahis/) "Not all of us can afford to go to college," I said, trying to keep my tone light.
While Troy and I were neighbors, his parents were wealthier than mine. His father had built on land out here that Troy's grandfather had given him. While my dad worked a blue-collar job and my mom was a housewife, Troy's parents had their own business in town.
Yet Troy had never made me feel inferior in any way. No, that was all my doing, and only since he'd left for college. I feared his fondness for me would diminish over time as his world expanded and mine stayed the same.
Troy sighed and slung an arm around my shoulders. "You know we've talked about this," he said as we strolled toward the woods and the usual path we took. "You and I can share an apartment while I'm at school. I've already decided not to live in the dorm for another year, and I know the exact place I'm going to rent. You don't have to go to college, Sophie, but I'm sure you can find a far less back-breaking job than the one you have now if you leave this town and live with me."
Just hearing him say the words made me shiver despite the summer heat. His suggestion filled me with longing and trepidation at the same time. "And I told you," I said, leaning against him, "that it wouldn't be fair to you. You're making a new life for yourself, and I would have to rely on you way too much at first, since I'd be in a completely unfamiliar place." I gave him a playful nudge. "I would totally cramp your style."
"That's bullshit," Troy shot back, and his tone bordered on exasperated. He stopped and turned to me. "Did you even bother to read all those letters I sent you?"
"Every single one," I said, my voice wavering with sudden emotion I couldn't hide.
"So you should know how much I've missed you, and how much I've wished we could be together," he went on. His words, and the intensity of his stare, made me avert my eyes. "We've been friends forever, and I hope that never changes, regardless of what happens in our lives."
I didn't trust myself to speak; I wasn't sure how my voice would sound, or exactly what I would say. Troy seemed to understand, for he grabbed my hand.
"Let's head into the woods," he said. "Looks like you've already gotten too much sun on your face."
With my fair skin, I was nearly always at risk of burning, but I figured hanging out in the mulberry tree would have protected me from the sun.
As we moved deeper into the woods, following the worn path we knew like the lines in our palms, we kept the conversation light. I asked him how his visit with his grandparents went, and what classes he would be taking for his sophomore year. Then I couldn't resist bringing up his love life.
"You kept your letters to me mostly PG-rated, but you did happen to mention a girl named Deb a few times," I said. "What's that all about?"
Troy smiled and shook his head. "Nothing serious. Deb's a lot of fun."
"Oh, is that so?" I hooted with laughter. "You're actually blushing right now, so she must be a hell of a lot of fun!"
"She taught me a few things, that's for sure," he admitted.
"So I guess it's safe to assume you're not a virgin anymore," I said, linking my arm in his. "I know you were when you left this town."
"Only because I told you I was," Troy said, then gave me a helpless shrug. "Come on, Sophie. It's college. Of course I'm going to try to get laid."
I rolled my eyes at his evasiveness. "But did you succeed?" I wanted to know.
"Yes!" he practically shouted through his own laughter. "Are you happy now?"
I jumped onto his back, the way I used to, and he carried me a bit, grumbling all the while. "I am happy for you," I lied through my teeth. The truth was, it bothered me to think of him with another girl, though our relationship had always been strictly platonic. Maybe I just didn't want someone else stealing away all his attention. "And I hope you're happy for me," I went on, my lips close to his ear. "Because I'm not a virgin anymore, either."
Troy almost dropped me, and I found myself clinging to him in fear as I let out a shriek. "What the hell, Sophie? You didn't tell me any of this!"
He set me back down on my feet and turned to me, all the amusement having vanished from his face.
I felt like I was being reamed out for doing something wrong. "It only happened a couple months ago, after I last saw you in the spring," I said. "I certainly wasn't going to describe it in a letter. What did you want me to write? 'Hey, Troy, someone finally popped my cherry!'"
I hoped to make him laugh, but instead, he gently grasped my arm, his eyes never leaving mine. "Who was he?" he asked. Troy knew I'd never had a serious boyfriend.
"Some older guy I met through a co-worker," I said, feeling my face grow hot. "He doesn't live around here; he was just visiting for a week or so. Anyway, we went out on a couple of dates, and..." I held isvecbahis giriş (http://serieztv.com/bahis/isvecbahis/) up my hands. "I figured it was time, you know? I wanted to see what all the fuss was about. And he was nice. Gentle and respectful, and he didn't freak out when he found out it would be my first time."
Troy ran a hand through his hair. "I guess a lot has changed, huh?"
"I guess it has," I replied.
He gave me a sidelong glance. "And did you enjoy it... with this older guy?"
My eyes widened, and I couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Probably as much as you enjoyed doing it with Deb," I told him.
"Well..." He drew the word out slowly. "Deb certainly made me come. Did this guy make you come?"
I swallowed hard, feeling my pulse quicken. Troy and I had always been open and honest with each other, but we tended to skirt around the topic of sex, only brushing over it. Now it seemed he wanted to know intimate details.
I folded my arms over my chest. "If I didn't know better, I would think that you're jealous, Troy," I said. I figured those words would make him scoff, and it would put an end to this strange conversation, which was both uncomfortable and titillating to me.
"Maybe I am," he said simply, giving me a long stare. "Maybe I wish I'd been your first."
"Well, you certainly didn't save yourself for me," I said with a smirk.
Troy took several slow steps toward me, backing me up against the trunk of a large oak. He was so close, his lips were just inches from mine. "But I would have," he whispered, "if you had wanted me to."
I couldn't look in his eyes; instead, I stared at the front of his shirt while I reeled from his revelation. "I never knew... you felt that way about me," I finally managed to say.
He ducked his head, catching my gaze. "Sophie, no matter who I slept with in college, I was always thinking of you."
I drew in a sharp breath, my eyes growing wide. The blood rushing through me sounded like a roar in my head, and I felt a surge of arousal between my thighs.
Leaning back against the tree, I closed my eyes, and a soft moan escaped me when I felt Troy's lips brush against my neck.
"Troy, I don't want to mess up our friendship." I forced myself to utter those words despite my desire for him, a desire he'd made me acknowledge.
"Then tell me you only think of me as a friend," he whispered in my ear.
Finally I opened my eyes and met his stare. "I can't," I said.
He lowered his mouth to mine, and as we shared our first kiss, Troy made a satisfied sound deep in his throat. His lips were so soft, so warm and inviting, before his kiss grew more demanding. His tongue touched mine, and I whimpered with a fierce longing. The crotch of my panties was growing wetter by the second.
Suddenly his hands were all over me, gently cupping my breasts through my shirt, and sliding lower to grip my ass. I realized I loved knowing how excited he was; my body completely yielded to his touch. And when he pressed me firmly against him, I could feel how hard he already was for me. All the while, his mouth hungrily claimed mine, and our tongues danced together between our lips.
When Troy finally broke the kiss, breathing heavily, his eyes held a question as he reached for the hem of my shirt. I quickly nodded, granting him permission.
He lifted up my shirt, revealing my plain white bra. For a moment, he simply stared at my breasts, and I found myself hoping the sight of them measured up to his fantasies.
Then Troy pulled up my bra, exposing me and making me gasp. I didn't have a chance to speak before he pressed his face into those mounds, releasing a sigh of pleasure. "I want to suck on these so bad," he murmured. "My mouth is literally watering."
I held up my shirt for him, freeing his hands. His words made my hips thrust forward just a little, but enough to make him notice. "Then do it," I said.
Troy looked up at me with a wicked grin. "Is that a dare, Sophie?"
I quickly nodded. "I dare you to suck on my tits, Troy." My breath was coming fast, as if I'd just finished running at a sprint. "And I dare you to take your cock out so I can stroke it."
He released a cry that betrayed his own longing, and I saw he was trembling. As he worked at the button and zipper of his jeans, my nipples grew even harder, practically begging to be taken between his lips.
My large areolae were a pale peach color, and Troy swirled the tip of his tongue all around my left one. Before he could latch on, I eased him back a bit so I could see his fully erect cock, which he now grasped. The sight of it made me ache deep in my core, and a kind of wild abandon took over me as I dared to massage the tip with my fingers. He had a beautiful mushroom head, and a girth to his shaft that made me think he might stretch me more than just a little.
I felt Troy pulse beneath my touch, and then his mouth sought my nipple, sucking hard. "Yes!" I cried, stroking his cock, fondling him with both hands. His moans, muffled isvecbahis güvenilirmi (http://serieztv.com/bahis/isvecbahis/) by my breast, grew louder when I simultaneously stroked his length and cupped his balls.
Gliding my thumb gently over his slit, I felt a little pre-cum there. Troy squeezed my left breast while turning his attention to my right, gently taking the nipple between his teeth. Then he began suckling once more, and each pull of his mouth caused a throb of need deep inside me.
I was ready to strip off my shorts and those pink panties right then and there, but a faint, familiar sound made me freeze.
Troy quickly lifted his head, then groaned in frustration. "Jesus Christ, your mother is calling for you, Sophie!"
"I'm sorry!" I said, then looked down again at his hard cock, which pulsed with his heartbeat. While I was soaking wet between my thighs, I figured Troy needed release even more than I did.
I went back to stroking him, ignoring my mother's distant voice.
Troy sucked in his breath through his teeth, staring down at my hand pleasuring him. "Sophie..."
"It's okay," I said. "I want you to come. Just focus on me," I urged him. "Focus on my tits."
He played with my breasts, tugging and twisting the nipples, but not too roughly, while I worked to bring him to climax. "Oh God!" he gasped, and I could see him tensing up. His face was full of a desperate need, and I knew I had him right at the edge.
"I can't wait for you to fuck me," I told him in a high-pitched plaintive voice. "I can't wait to feel this thick cock deep inside, stretching me..."
Troy let out a cry and then a low groan, and I felt his hot semen striking my lower belly in spurts. The sight of it shooting out of him and covering my skin made me grow weak-kneed, and I had to resist the urge to reach between my legs and rub my clit.
"Fuck, I made a mess. I'm sorry," he panted.
"It's fine," I assured him, pulling off my t-shirt so I could use it to mop up his semen. "I'm going to take a shower when I get back to the house, and I'll throw this shirt in the laundry."
I pulled the shirt back on as Troy put away his cock, which was still quite hard. Then I flashed him a sly smile. "Feels dirty, but also sexy, to be wearing a shirt covered with your cum."
A blush invaded his face and neck, and then he reached for me and kissed me hard. "Let me come over tonight," he whispered against my lips. "I know you like mulberries, but there's another kind of juice I want to be covered in."
His filthy words made me moan. "I'll meet you in the back yard at eleven," I told him, then broke away so I could dart back to the house.
I feared my mother would take one look at me and immediately know what I'd been up to, but she didn't seem suspicious as she asked me to help her with some random household task that she could have easily managed herself. Mom liked Troy well enough, but I guessed she wanted to keep a close eye on us, never quite understanding the deep friendship we had.
Which had now deepened into something more.
* * *
My parents were fast asleep by eleven o' clock most nights, so that was when Troy and I had always arranged to meet. Before, we'd hung out in my yard talking about our hopes and dreams, and even confessing some of our fears, but I knew we were now meeting for a different reason, and I couldn't seem to wrap my head around the change in the both of us. It seemed surreal when I thought back on what we'd done together in the woods.
My bewilderment did nothing to dampen my arousal, however, and I masturbated in the shower, the spray of the water muffling the sound of my moans. I pulled on my nipples, harder than Troy had, and I worked two and then three fingers deep inside me, thrusting as I imagined Troy's cock opening me wide.
I came with a cry and shook violently. Without warning, tears filled my eyes, and I leaned against the shower wall, overcome by how deep my feelings were for Troy. All the days I had missed him, and longed to talk to him, to touch him and hear his voice, came flooding back. I knew that if he and I crossed this threshold, it would kill me when he left town again.
Daylight faded, giving way to darkness. I tried to pretend everything was normal as I watched some TV with my parents, but I felt like I was ready to jump out of my skin. The anticipation for the night ahead was driving me crazy.
At a little after ten, I told my parents I was heading to bed, and I slipped down the hall to my room. With only my bedside table lamp on for light, I chose to wear a green strapless sundress, one with a stretchy top that could easily be pulled down. Troy had already seen plenty of my breasts, and I was eager to let him get another look, and another feel, of them.
By eleven, the house around me was silent, and I crept out into the dark hallway, easily moving through the shadows toward the back door. Holding my breath, I let myself outside, but I flipped the porch light on as I did. My parents' room faced the front of the house, so I knew they wouldn't notice the back porch light shining.
While that light provided some illumination, the place in the yard where I was headed remained in shadow. I walked on bare feet away from the house and toward the hammock which hung between two sturdy oaks.