Chapter 1

As I float outside the ship, making repairs after our transit from Eloxian, my mind wanders ... with a wistful smile I recall Sofiya.

Sofi and I had been friends since 8th grade when we met at lunch early in the year. We were drawn to each other, just some magnetism. Our eyes met and suddenly we smiled, like we were seeing an old friend. After that we were inseparable.

We were going home after a swim meet the last one for my junior year of high school, the bus was quiet, it was late ... probably about eleven. We were all tired. We had done well at the meet but finished over all in third. We were a small school so there was plenty of room for people to congregate, or not, only about 20 people on the team. The smell of chlorine from the pool hung in the air. Showers after the meet never seemed to take the smell away completely. The driver had put on some relaxing music to cover the tire noise. The electric engine was silent as we rolled down the highway. We had been on the road for about an hour, with probably forty-five minutes to go.

I rubbed my shoulders they were tight after the competition. Sofi offered, “Shall I rub them for you?”

This wasn’t unusual, we had often helped each other out like this ... tonight though ... something different in her voice ... I didn’t consciously notice it at the time but my recollection, even 15 years later, is crystal clear. There was a breathiness, a tension in her voice that night.

I smiled at my bestie, “Thanks, please ... they are so tight.” She kind of snuggled into the corner of the seat and the side of the bus. I turned, presenting my back, my hips between her thighs so she could reach me. Her thumbs hit just the right spots immediately, I sighed and melted a little. After a little I leaned back into her, her warmth welcoming on the cool bus. She continued to knead the muscles. Then as I relaxed more and more into her, I felt her breath. It was deep, almost like she was sleeping. The heat of it along my neck and ear ... made me shiver a little ... mmmmm, she was so warm...

It was about then, I noticed two little bumps pressing into me. Her nipples, they were hard little points. I didn’t really think about it, I knew I liked it ... a lot. Suddenly, my thoughts about her shifted. In a flash I knew something about us. We had been flirting, courting even ... since that day in the lunchroom. She pulled my hair to the side and then I felt her nose ... along my hair line behind my right ear. The warmth of her hand, never stopping their relaxing pressure, the moistness and heat in her breath. I felt my own nipples start to harden ... a faint itch started to grow in my vulva. I moved my hands to her thighs ... I moaned, a low almost purring sound, as I pushed my back into her breasts ... feeling them give a little ... I ground a bit, wanting to feel her sexy nipples better.

“Oh, Sofi, that’s so good”, I whispered. Not wanting to attract attention, wanting to sink further into our warm little universe. I arched my neck to the side, not really knowing what I was doing, just knowing I wanted more of her warm breath on my skin. The skin of her thighs felt hot, soft ... so soft.

I felt more than heard her whisper ... right into my ear, her hot breath “Anna, you’re so pretty.” Her lips just grazed my ear, my neck. Her hands moved down, across my stomach, pulling me tighter into her. I smiled, the itch in my pussy had grown into a spreading warmth. I changed how I was stroking her thighs moving my fingertips to graze the inside of them, going higher ... I was lost in the moment. Nothing existed for us but that shared warmth, that little place our revealed passion had created. I squirmed into her, sending my fingers higher, up slightly behind me. I felt the material of her shorts as my questing fingers found the softness near the tops of her inner thighs ... she shifted ... opening her legs wider, inviting me further...

Her lips and tongue began to taste my neck and ears. Her hands lightly rubbing by stomach. As my hands traveled higher, finding the bottom of her sorts, easing inside ... I found the edge of her little silky panties. Her hands moved up finding my little breasts. The women in my family were all little, slender gymnast ballerina shaped. My mom called us ‘fun-sized’. Sofi, was also small but where I was a pale, red head with blue eyes, she was a tanned blond with deep green eyes ... I spent so much time staring into those gold and brown flecked forests...