Princess Garnet… She’d always be just “Garnet” to me, my childhood friend, romping around in the meadows beside the castle, neither of us really knowing or caring about what it meant that she was a princess and I was just a commoner…. Those were indeed better days.

My parents lived within the castle walls. My Father was one of Queen Brahm’s elite knights assigned to guard her, and my mother was one of the royal cooks. Because of these fortunate circumstances I was able to spend day after beautiful day playing with the queens daughter, and enjoying life without a care in the world. But, it wasn’t always like that though, you know?

You see, Garnet wasn’t born to the Queen. She just, kinda… showed up one day, just like that. No one knew where from, or why, and no one dare ask questions of our queen. I didn’t understand any of this, and at first, once she arrived, we kids didn’t know what to make of her. For the most part we played on our own, and she would watch us from window in the castle. Then, one rainy day, I was in the house, bored and of course agitating my mother to no end, when she suggested I go play with the new girl. I was hesitant, I’ll admit, but at that point, anything was better than another moment in the boring house… and the rest is history.

That, of course, was 11 years ago, and I’m 18 now. Garnett was younger than I by a year, and so she is only 17. She has taken her place as the Princess, and our days of frolicking in the meadows are long over. We are still close, in many ways, closer. I’ve taken my place as one of her guards, as my father before me, was for the queen.

Over the years my feelings for Garnett have changed, at first, she was just one of us guys, but then she started getting all girlie, and well no one liked that… but then eventually I started to see something in her that I hadn’t seen before, and I started to fall in love.

As I got older, the pains of manhood started upon me, and I really began to take notice of just how attractive my friend Garnett really was. Her body was so soft and supple, with wonderfully graceful curves and shapes. I found myself becoming unspeakably attracted to her, and these thoughts plagued me not only during the days, but in my dreams as well. I often fantasized about being with her, how it would feel, what she would look like, but never did I have the courage to tell her… to show her, or approach her. At times I even suspected she knew of my feelings and tortured me with them, flirting with me, and being playful… and I still contend that whenever she knew she was going to be seeing me, she made sure to have a little more cleavage that day! And so the days past, and our little dance continued…

Garnet was always a bit of adventurer, but she would never admit it. Often times she would take my sword and swash-buckle invisible villains, acting out her delusions of heroism. I thought it was cute… except on those days that my sword would come up missing… especially before I was to report for duty! So I went storming off in search of Garnett and with any luck, my sword. As it turns out, I found neither and so decided to check her room, and see if perhaps it was in her closet.

I entered her room and scanned it quickly with my eyes, but saw nothing that could perhaps have been my sword. Next I went to her closet and walked in… It was less of a closet and more of a small room off of hers where she kept all her many pieces of clothing, though I must admit, I only really recall seeing her in her tan jumper and white top. I certainly wasn’t complaining that outfit really left little to the imagination when it came to her chest… Many a time I could almost see down it, but then she would move or shift. Darn my luck… it always happened that way!

As I was in her closet I heard her door open, and then close again. I looked out into the room to see that Garnet had arrived. Part of me wanted to come stomping out of there yelling at her for my misplaced sword, but the other… more devious side, though that it might be more fun to scare the bijous out of her instead. So quietly I waited and watched, looking for my time to pounce and scare the daylights out of my unsuspecting friend, the princess… You see, that’s where the trouble all started!

As I stood in the closet, Garnet lay down on her bed. I could clearly see her laying there, and at first glance I thought she was perhaps crying, or upset… that was until I notices that her hand had found its way between her legs. I was actually quite startled at this discovery and my first instinct was the bolt from the room, and then apologize profusely later. But then… then I got to thinking… and those pains of manhood began to take over. I came to realize that right here she could not see me, and had no idea I was in her room. So I could sit here and watch the object of my lust pleasure herself… it was a dream come true!

I watched intently, barely blinking if I could avoid doing so. She lay there on the bed, her moans becoming louder and longer as she writhed on the bed, her back arched, and her hair lay haphazardly about her pillows… her hips swinging gently back and forth with the motion of her hand between her legs. As she moved I could see that a small wet spot had begun to form beneath her hand, and the realization of just how hot she was pushed me over the edge.

As quietly as I could I pulled down my pants, and lifted my shirt. My cock was already painfully hard and sprung forth as the waist of my pants brushed by. Softly I let them fall to the floor and with my hands now free and my throbbing cock free from its cage I began to stroke myself as I watched Garnet. Her sultry and seductive actions were enough to make me grow hard, but the fact that I was watching her, and she didn’t even know, and that I was stroking myself off as I watched was almost overwhelming!

Then it happened… I leaned back just a little too far and knocked something over in her closet. I’m actually not sure what it was, but it made just the faintest of noises. Garnet suddenly stopped and snapped to attention, looking in the vicinity of the sound. I couldn’t tell if she saw me, I stood there frozen, my cock still hard and throbbing in my tight grip. She lay there for a long time, rigid and silent looking in my direction, never making a sound, never looking away. Her stare had me alternating between being convinced she knew I was there, and being sure I was safe… and after several minutes had passed, without a word, she stood up.

I thought this was the end, that she had seen me and was coming over to kill me, but instead… she just stood up. Then, slowly, she began to unlace her tan jumper, one by one the straps beneath her bust were undone and its grip became looser… Turning away from me, she slipped the shoulders of her top off and down her arm. She let it fall casually down her body, and then slipping it off her legs, kicking it to the side. Beneath she had her white top which was always visible beneath her jump suit, as well as what appeared to be a pair of white cotton panties too.

She turned again, again looking in my direction as if to check once more that there was no one in the room, and then she lay back down again. She propped herself up on the pillows of her bed, bent her knees and spread her legs. I watch again as she run her hand slowly down her body, caressing it gently, rubbing her breasts beneath the now loose white top, and working her way down her body to her waiting tenderness. Again she began to rub herself and the moaning began again as she tossed her head back in enjoyment.

After several moments of rubbing herself, she lift her butt just slightly of the bed and slipped off her panties, tossing them in the direction of the closet… seeing this almost made me burst, but slowly I regained my composure. She began to grind her hand against her now exposed clit and her moans became louder still. She bit her lips and her body shook as she pleasured herself… and then again, without warning she stopped.

“David, when you are done fooling around over there and watching, why don’t you join me?” she said casually.

My mind was racing! Did she just say that? Did she know I was here? I could find no response.

“David, I’m not gonna wait long, I know you’re over there, I think it’s time you came out.”

Without thought my legs began to carry me from my once perfect hiding spot and into the room. Stunned I asked, “how did you know I was there… and for how long?”

“It doesn’t matter, we can talk about it later, but for now, how about we make good on those feelings I know we both have had for a long time now… Come over her, I need you.”

Cautiously I approached her, my eyes locked with hers, she held my gaze as I lay down (painfully I might add) on the bed before her.

“I want you to fuck me with your hands… That’s what you want isn’t? That’s what I want, it’s what I need.”

I placed my hands before her, slowly beginning to pleasure her. At first, I slipped in just one finger… my middle finger, slowly, and only to the first knuckle… I began to twist it about, watching the look on her face as it alternated between pleasure and annoyance at my teasing. Obligingly I slipped my finger in farther until it was completely inside her warm pussy.

The look on her face told me she wanted more and so I began to slide my finger in and out, in and out, slowly at first, but then quicker, and slowing once more I added another finger, and then another, sliding them in and out, the smell of her sweet juices luring me in farther. Her body began to shake, her face beat red, her head tossed back and her hands on her breasts pulling gingerly at her nipples.

I could take it no more, and I wrapped my arms around her legs using my powerful arms to pull her towards me so I could taste her. I opened her to my eagerly awaiting mouth… my tongue licking her sweetness like a child licks a lollipop, tasting my sweet reward. I took the tip of my tongue and began to massage her clit with it, and the response was overwhelming. Her hands grasped mine tightly as she hung on. Her body quivered at the touch of my warm tongue in her most sensitive areas. I licked her clit, touching it, massaging it, flicking it like a snake. I kissed it and sucked it into my mouth gently letting it slip between my lips… biting it ever so softly. Moving down I ran my tongue around her hole, coming close but not entering as I knew she wanted of me… it was always better if I made her wait for it. After lapping up every last bit of her sweetness, I gave her what she wanted… sliding my tongue into her, and bobbing my head up and down tasting her from within. We moved together, her body shaking violently from my touch… her moans becoming screams of pleasure, until at last she bolted upright.

I knelt before her on the bed as she quickly sat up, pulling me passionately towards her, our mouths locking in an embrace, her tongue becoming entwined with my own as we kissed passionately. My hands wandered her body, feeling her soft skin, and delicate nature as I slipped her shirt over her head. Her breasts were amazing, and I could not fight the urge to touch them. She looked into my eyes, our voices were silent…saying nothing but our souls speaking volumes… I groped her breasts with my strong hands, squeezing them, twisting her nipples gently to the right and then to the left, pulling on them and then leaning down to take them into my mouth. I sucked them gently, rolling them with my tongue, biting and grinding them in my teeth… not too hard, just enough to be pleasurable. As I engrossed myself in her breath-taking chest, she moved slowly, forcing me down now to my back and laying beside me.

She began to kiss me just as passionately as before but slower now, more… deliberately. I felt her hand making its way down my body, my cock was shivering, almost spasming, at the inevitability of the touch of her hand. She took my cock and began to stroke it. Up and down, slowly and squeezing tightly. She moved from the base to the tip of my cock and back again, and just as I felt I was about to cum she would stop and tease my balls, rubbing them, caressing them and then going back to her stroking… At last I couldn’t take it anymore and she pulled her mouth from mine…

“Let me hear it David… tell me, tell me how good it feels, how much you’ve wanted me, say it.”

My mind was a blur, and I began to speak as I started to let myself go, “Oooooooh Garnet, I’ve wanted you so bad for as long as I can remeeeeeeember… ooooh! God… Ohhhhh… Oh, it feels so good… You are more than I ever expected… ohhhh… and having you has only made me want you moooore…” She smiled and she continued to stroke me, my shaking finally beginning to subside.

When all had come to an end she lay beside me, her beautiful naked form, sweaty and sticking to me, her arm across my chest, her head on my shoulder, she lay there and said only, “Your wish will be granted, this shall not be our last encounter… of this I’m sure.” Together at last, we fell asleep, lovers in each other's arms.

She sits across from me, beautiful and animated as we talk about the things that interest us, things near and dear to us, or stories that bring a smile to our hearts and lips… shades of excitement and happiness color the conversation… her eyes sparkle and I find myself taken with them… her hair falling loose and free about her shoulders, neck and face as she again swipes a stubborn stand away from her eyes. Beautiful doesn’t do my companion justice… radiant, charming, enticing, alluring… now we’re getting closer.

She and I have just spent a wonderful evening together, the latest in a series of afternoons and evenings in which I have been lucky enough to share her company. Each instance more enjoyable than the last, each time getting to know her and understand her a little bit better, and finding myself each time a bit more bewitched by her. While I am not blind to the fact that she is incredibly attractive, in our past encounters I’ve rarely allowed myself to give into thoughts of a more sexual nature, feeling that to do so would only cheapen the time we shared, violate the trust she was bestowing upon me, as well as be less than honorable given the fact that she had a significant other already… lucky stiff… however as I said, I am not blind, nor, as a matter of fact, am I dead!

As our conversation continues, I find my eyes wandering… looking over her form. She is wearing a sleeveless top, with a lower cut neckline – enough to give hint to the amazing pair breast it covers - but not so low cut as to take away from her classy appearance - and which shows off her incredibly cute freckles as well… how I would love to give her a soft warm kiss upon her body for every freckle I can count… She is wearing a skirt, long and flowing, approximately ankle length with splits along the sides which she has sewn closed with a heavy black stitch. She has on her feet open toed sandals, or at least that is what I – being completely uneducated in women’s fashion - would call them, and a necklace with a sparkling jewel hanging from her delicate neck. I find my resolve not to give in to thoughts of ravaging her body… weakening.

The server at the restaurant at last brings our order, and when the attendant has left our table, my companion excuses herself to the bathroom for a moment. In a flash, without hesitation - perhaps mistakenly - I decide to make my move. I stand and follow her and as she enters the bathroom, I follow in a step behind her. She turns to me, both startled and surprised, “David, what are you doing?! This is the woman’s bathroom!”

Without a word, I step forward and kiss her. A kiss filled with desire, and passion, with excitement and fear, and at first I feel her body tense in response to my unexpected action… but slowly I feel that tension drain away as I take her into my arms. When finally I break away from our embrace, I turn back towards the door… and I hear a sharp, almost inaudible inhale as I realize my companion believes I am turning to go. Instead I reach out and I turn the knob to the rooms lock… preventing any unwelcome guests, and return my attention to her.

Again I step forward towards her and we kiss. This time the kiss is slow and tender, the taste of her soft lips on mine is almost unbearable… my tongue shyly slipping into her mouth, and hers into mine… playfully biting at her lower lip. My arms are wrapped around her in an embrace drawing her into me… her arms draped over my shoulders. The moment seems to last an eternity, but again I break away. For a moment I gaze into her eyes, and then I guide her, turning her away from me… my heart thumping loudly in my chest, feel almost as if it might break free, I reach for the hem of her top and slip it up over her head, and hang it from the doorknob.

I lay my strong hands on her upper arms, once again pulling her into me… I notice that she has brought her arms up as if to cover herself, almost shy, or embarrassed – and for a fleeting moment I worry that perhaps I’ve made a mistake in being so bold. I lower my lips to her shoulder and begin to place gentle kisses over her soft warm skin. Nibbling playfully on her shoulder, tracing a line from one shoulder to the other, pausing to gather her hair up in my hand, moving it so that I might kiss the nape of her neck. My hands glide over her body, touching and taking in her warmth, caressing her as I take note of her faster breathing and soft sighs in response to my touch. I make my way around her body, my hands each taking a fabric-clad breast into them… massaging them, groping them in my large strong hands, feeling her nipples hardening beneath my grip. I stop and reach for the clip to her bra, and I struggle for a moment to unclasp it. However, now undone, I turn her once again to face me.

Her arms at her sides, I look into her eyes and I find there both anxiety and fear, as well as desire and excitement. I reach out tentatively and I slip the straps of her bra delicately off of her shoulders… first one, and then the other, letting it fall helplessly to the ground. I place my hand upon her cheek, caressing her face with my thumb, looking again into her eyes… waiting for a sign, some sort of unspoken approval for what we are doing… something to tell me she wants this and is enjoying this as much as I am and wants to continue… after only a few moments… moments that feel like an eternity, I get my approval in a smile and a nuzzle against my hand. I draw her into me and again we kiss passionately… I allow my mouth to wander, nibbling on her neck, and again on her shoulders, her hands exploring my body as I lay a trail of kisses down her chest before taking her nipple into my mouth. I suck softly on it, biting, and rolling it in my teeth… flicking at it with my tongue… circling it... feeling it’s shape hardening.

I continue my journey downward as I fall to my knees, my trail of kisses making it’s way down her abdomen and circling her belly button. I slip my hand up under her skirt, and between her legs… feeling it warm and wet already from my sexual enticements. Softly I grind my finger against her clit beneath her panties as I trail my kisses and tongue around the top of her skirt. She arches her back moaning softly as I begin to grind my hand faster and harder against her… KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
“Hey, the door is locked, is everything ok in there?” comes a concerned questioning voice from out in the restaurant. For a moment we both have this look of a deer caught in headlights, unsure of how to react or what to say… but my companion recovers quickly, “Everything’s fine, I’ll be out in just a moment!” she says, barely managing to sound normal and not let show the weakness in her voice that I can see I’ve brought about in her knees.

I smile and stand up… I take her firmly by the shoulders and walk her backwards toward the sink. I reach down and I hike her skirt up to her hips, and then with a little forcefulness push her down onto the sink behind her. From my pocket I withdraw a condom, and then lift my shirt and slip off my shorts and briefs, kicking them to the side, my cock already painfully hard standing at attention. I rip open the package in my hand and unroll the condom onto my cock, stepping forward. I push her already wet panties to the side and slowly I slip myself into her. The feeling is indescribable.
Slowly at first I glide my manhood into her… shallow and gentle… teasingly. With each thrust I allow a little more of myself to slip into her, her eyes closed, a look of shear ecstasy on her face. When I have the full length of my cock inside of her I being to rhythmically thrust in and out… building in both speed and intensity as through my mind floats all the other things I had wished I’d had the opportunity to do if time were not so limited. My cock throbs as her body begins to shake, the noise she is making begins to reach a fever pitch and I can tell she is on the edge of orgasm. I begin pounding her, deep and hard as I too am on the edge, and when I begin to feel her contractions I can no longer take it and I let loose my hot and powerful load… fighting with ever ounce of strength I have to remain silent while I do so.

For a few moments after, both breathless and sweating I look into her eyes and her into mine… my cock still deep inside of her throbbing and feeling her own contractions. I slip myself out and I lean down… giving her a long and sensual kiss before we both quickly dress. She unlocks the door and peeks out… the coast is clear. She steps out and I dart across the hall to the men’s bathroom. I wait a minute or two as to defuse suspicion before leaving and returning to our table. As I sit her hand reaches out to take mine and I am greeted by a mischievous look she pumps my hand and I in return pump hers – and I know… without a doubt… that this is only the first of what promises to be many more adventures.

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