Chloe’s Confessions Part 3 - Sex Stories

Chloe’s Confessions Part 3

The following Thursday, Gina called me and asked me to go for a walk with her after school. I’d never spent time with her alone before, but it seemed like a simple request so I agreed to it.

We met a couple of blocks from my house and she led the way. I was still dressed in my school blouse and skirt. Even though it was a mild day, I had panty-hose on, which I often found uncomfortable in such weather. However, I did have a pair of bright blue panties on underneath, which I knew would show through the nylon nicely even though only I knew about it.

Fetching, that’s what I’d call it. Of course, there was no one I was trying to attract that way, but I was still very aware of the hidden effect under my clothes. On days with outfits like that beneath my skirt, I felt sexy anyway.

It turned out that it would be Gina who would shortly see what I had to offer with my underwear, but it took a little while for that to develop.

She had dressed very casually in jeans for her school day, and she was unusually quiet without any of her usual bluster. We went along Gun Hill Road where the Third Avenue El branched off for its former run downtown. It had closed the month before, and only a work train passed coming uptown with some salvaged signal equipment.

She briefly noted, “I thought they were going to replace this thing with something new.”

By then I was getting an idea of how things really worked in New York. “That probably isn’t going to happen in our lifetimes. They ...

... don’t have the money for it.”

We went down a walk next to the parkway, and then down another level to two tunnels that passed under the highway itself. The river passed through there too. We emerged on a path that went through a wooded area, a part of Bronx Park. We still hardly said anything, although I had already guessed that she had some plan for me. It would likely be something sexual I knew, but I didn’t know how far she would go with it.

“Come on over here. There is a place for us to sit.” It was a fairly big rock sticking out of the ground, but it was perfectly shaped to be a two-person bench. It was far enough from the path that it had a pastoral feel as the afternoon sun shone on us.

She was sitting to my left, and she put her right hand on my bare arm. Immediately I thought of some irrelevant comment to distract us. “Do you think this rock is left over from the glaciers?”

“Naw, look, it was a drill hole through it.” The hole was less than an inch in diameter, and it had been used to pack dynamite to blow it loose from the bedrock. “It’s probably left over from the construction of the highway.” Then she held my chin in her hand and turned my face to her. “You liked it when I kissed you on Sunday, didn’t you?”

Quietly, I said, “All right, well I did like it. Didn’t I admit to that?” For a moment, I again had the feeling that I didn’t know what she was capable of.Does this person know how to set boundaries for herself? Do I really know her as well as I ...