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Two teenagers promenade down St. Benedict Avenue. The street is awfully quiet. You can tell from the tall white daises dancing on the sides of the road and the silent blaze of the sun that this is a calm neighborhood. “Oh shit!” “Stay with me Kathrine. We are almost there

Kathrine lay on the rough basketball court. Her left leg was bleeding heavily. She had slammed hard on the edge of the rough square, trying to block Sam’s shot into the ring. She had lost her balance and injured her foot high in the air. Sam came trotting towards her and sank to his knees. “Here, let me see,” he said as he leaned forward to examine the wound. Even in her pain, Kathrine could feel his breath down her throat. His skin was hot from the game, and he smelt like the sun. “Geez, Sam! Knock it off! I’m not dead.” “Wow! You really are a little demon when you’re upset,” Sam retorted with a grin on his face. Kathrine chuckled. “He gets me so well,” she thought. She squeezed her eyes shut for some few seconds, partly because she was really in pain but mostly because the last thing she wanted was Sam breathing down her face. She was afraid that he might see something in her eyes that he wasn’t supposed to. Sam and Kathrine go way back. In such a small town, fairy love stories are rarely just stories. Neither really knew what had happened. It seemed like one day they were playing silly toy games upstairs and cute role-playings of Cinderella and Prince charming, and the next - well let’s just say somewhere between that and college, a spark grew in their eyes and changed the game. “That must hurt like hell.” Sam was now masked with concern. Kathrine frowned. “Thanks, Captain Obvious Pants!” They both looked at each other and smiled. “We should get that wound dressed before it gets infected. My apartment is just a few blocks away. Come on. Hop on my back.” “Are you serious?” Sam rolled his eyes. “Of course I’m serious. Consider this restitution for when you carried my drunk ass home on Christmas Eve last year.”


Kathrine giggled. Her eyes were now bright with amusement. “This boy… This boy”, she thought. “Alright, I suppose that’s fair. Here, help me up,” she said, ranging her hand up for Sam to haul her up. Sam leaned forward for her to wound her arms around his neck. She was startled by his masculine shoulders, and his sweaty arms made her body twitch with an unfamiliar arousal. Kathrine felt a little awkward riding on Sam’s back. Sure, he was sexy and all but, something was off. Nevertheless, she didn’t mind. She lashed her legs severally on Sam’s virile hips and griped his neck even tighter. She could feel his ass bouncing against hers as they strolled down the boulevard, and she smirked with eroticism. “You doing alright back there?” “Yeah, I’m good, bro.” “Bro? I’ll keep that word in mind,” Sam thought. He was enjoying himself. This was the perfect chance for him to grope Kathrine’s thighs and feel her warm body against his. “Are you still in pain?” Yeah, that’s right. Focus on her injured foot, not her ass flinging up and down your back. “I think so. Ah! We’re here.” She sounded excited as Sam ambled towards his apartment. Sam quickly laid Kathrine on the couch just next to the door and started off to the bathroom to fetch the first aid kit. Kathrine looked down her foot and her stomach went numb. The wound was now sore and looked pretty deep. “Uh, Sam?” “Yeah?” he came back, this time with some towels in his hands. “I think I’m gonna pass out.”

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Kathrine jerked out of her deep slumber as though she was running from her dreams. She was confused. Muddled up. She did a quick scan around with her eyes. Blue curtains, a broken closet mirror, dirty clothes on the floor and two Barbie dolls having a tea party just next to the bed. This is my room! She sank back in her comfy bed and sighed heavily. A sick headache was catching on. Then, out of nowhere, a flash memory of what had happened dredged up in her weary mind. Oh my God, Sam! Where is Sam?!


She forced herself out of bed and dragged her drowsy body towards the door. She stopped at the broken closet mirror and gawked. Her hair was messy and she looked extremely whacked. “What are you looking at, bitch,” she hissed and walked away with an evil smile. “Hey you’re up,” Sam called out from the kitchen. “Yeah. I feel wasted. How long have I been asleep?” “Four hours, I guess. How’s your leg?” Kathrine looked puzzled. “My leg?...Oh my leg.” She had totally forgotten about the wound. She lifted her black lacy dress to have a look. It was neatly dressed and bandaged. She smiled. “I’m feeling better now,” she winked at him. “Wait a minute. Did you undress me? Because I remember injuring my knee in jeans. How did I end up in this dress?” Sam didn’t seem moved by the question. He was giggling under his breath. “I had to. Those jeans were too tight and it was impossible to clean and dress that wound. But don’t worry. I didn’t look past the wound, I swear.” Kathrine smirked shyly and laughed it off. She felt a little invaded but she loved the feeling. Sam had proven to be nothing more than a good friend, even though it rarely felt so. A storm was soaring outside, wind and rain hammering the streets making everything soggy and dark. “Coffee?” Sam probed, now leaving the kitchen towards the huge lounge window where Katherine was standing. “No thanks. I don’t like coffee.” “Suit yourself.” “Do you have to leave?” Kathrine asked with distress in her face. “Uh yeah Kate. I don’t live here, remember?” Sam was somewhat perplexed by the question, and a little flattered too. “It’s just that, my parents are out of town and I don’t want to be alone,” Kathrine went on. Her face gleamed with innocence. Virtuous. Pure. She meant it. She had a baffling feeling in her stomach that tonight was supposed to be special. “Alright. I suppose I can hang out here till tomorrow,” Sam exclaimed casually. “It’s already late anyway.” ************************************ Sam was struggling to work the old decoder in the living room. “Stupid old technology!” he whispered to himself, exasperated.


“Hey, I’m back. Damn! I really needed that shower.’’ Sam quickly gyrated to see Kathrine coming down the stairs. She still had her towel on. Her hair was wet and shiny. Sam threw quick glances at her body. The cup-like silhouette of her breasts was visible on her towel and her thighs were clear with precision. She was perfection. As Kathrine walked towards him, conceivably unaware of the anxiety building up in his chest, Sam tried to calm himself down. It was just Kate…It was just – Oh shit! An erection was clumsily forming in his pants. At this point, there was no going back. No more ‘Just Kate’. Kathrine calmly paced towards the medicine cabinet in the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of lotion and some scissors. “I’ll be right back,” she said as she walked back upstairs.

A Tale of Two Peaches  

A Teenage Romance Story

A Tale of Two Peaches  

A Teenage Romance Story

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