The weather had been looking dubious all afternoon, threatening rain, but never coming through with the goods.

It wasn't until I actually left the office, and walked out in the open, far from both the shelter of the buildings and my car, that the skies opened and the backlog of summer rain plummeted to the earth. I ran for the car, but I knew I wasn't going to make it.

By the time I unlocked the door and wrenched it open, I was soaked. My shirt was sticking to my skin, and I had to wipe my glasses to see enough to back my car out of the park, muttering darkly about the unfairness of it all. Perhaps, just perhaps, someone was listening.

I made it two whole blocks before I was out of sync with the traffic flow. Pulling up to the red light, in the lane closest to the kerb, I added some expletives to the earlier list, and then forced myself to relax. Driving on a wet road in a rage isn't very clever.

Looking around, I noticed a woman standing at the lights, a newspaper completely failing to stop her being drenched by the vertical curtain of water. I couldn't really see her too well, but she obviously wasn't very comfortable. Checking the lights first, I wound down the window, and peered out, well aware of the water pouring through the opening and dripping on the seats.

"Hey! Hey, you! Yeah, you. Get in."

"What?"

"Get in the car. You'll drown out there."

"Do I know you?"

"No. Name's Glenn. Come on."

"Zoe. I can't do that. I'll get your car all wet."

"It already is, and so am I. Get in, Zoe."

"Are you some kind of rapist?"

"Of course, but not in this weather. Come on, the lights will change."

"Alright, alright. God, you rapists are so friendly!"

Hauling the door open, and letting the wall of water splash me in retaliation, she threw the soaked paper to the ground, dragged her backpack off and jumped in, dropping the dripping bag between her legs, collapsing herself on the seat just in time for the lights to turn green.

I gunned the little car as best I could, and managed to hurtle across the intersection without being rear-ended by the rest of the angry assholes behind me. After exiting to a sensible lane, things settled down a little, and I had time to look over at my passenger.

I hadn't realised while she was showering outside, but she was very attractive. A few years younger than me, small, pale skin with short dark hair, currently plastered to her head. "Uh, reach back there, top of my bag. There's a towel. It's clean. And dry," I muttered at her while splitting my attention between the traffic and the rest of her body. It was worthy of some focus. Zoe was wearing a thin cotton button up shirt, almost like a man's business shirt. White, wet, and, all credit to the rain, stuck wonderfully against her skin. It looked great, but I bet it wasn't too comfortable right now. Just for the record, her bra was small, as were her breasts. Pale blue, with a little lace. The bra, not the breasts, of course. Not that I was looking.

My thoughts were interrupted by both the traffic and her voice.

"Oh, I can't use your towel."

"Why not? Rapists are clean."

"No, because you'll need it."

"No. No, I won't. I put it in the car to go to the gym, and I never got there."

"You're sure?"

"You bet."

"This bag? Glenn, did you say?"

"Yeah, that one. Yep, that's me."

"Nice to meet you, Glenn. Thanks for the lift."

"No sweat. I couldn't leave you in that."

The traffic was moving very slowly in the torrential rain, and I was foolish enough to think that meant I had time to check my passenger out some more. That shirt I talked about was topping a denim mini-skirt. Short, standard denim blue, frayed, and very, very wet. I would have checked out her legs, was it not for the blast of a horn behind me. I caught up with the traffic, and then looked back over at her. The towel was being rubbed vigorously in her short hair, and she was grinning directly at me.

"You better not really be a rapist, Glenn."

"Parks Manager, but please don't tell anyone."

"Oh, you work for the council?"

"Yep. Long term servitude."

"Could be worse."

"Sure could."

"Listen Glenn, what part of town are you headed for?"

"The beach."

"I hope you're not planning to swim."

"Not today. So where were you going?"

"Home. I live up by the museum."

"Hartford?"

"Yeah. Just on the edge. The cheap area."

"Well... cheaper anyway."

"Yeah, that's right. Could I trouble you to go past? It's not too far out of your way, I don't think."

"No trouble, Zoe."

"You're sure?"

"Yeah, you bet. I'm not in a rush."

"What about the wife and kids?"

"Sorry, none of those."

"Me neither. Oh, God, that was a bit blunt, wasn't it?"

"Saves me asking you."

"Oh, would you have?"

"If I could have worked out a way, yeah."

"Okay. Listen, when we get to my place, Glenn, do you think you could stop the car for a few minutes?"

"Ah... yeah. Why?"

"So I could... This shirt is really, really uncomfortable. I was thinking maybe if you behaved like a gentleman, I could take it off, and wear the towel. But I'd need to rush inside and change so I could give it back. See?"

"I can pretend to be a gentleman."

"Pretend?"

"Yeah. Isn't there a saying about that? A gentleman is a lecher with patience?"

"Oh. You're a lecher?"

"Could be. You'll never know, unless you take your shirt off."

"No peeking."

"I'm driving."

"With both eyes."

"Got it." I did. Really I did. I concentrated on the traffic, the lights, the weather. Park maintenance schedule. Prime numbers. And I didn't look. Somehow.

"Okay, all set."

"Am I allowed to look?"

"Oh yeah, I guess."

I turned my head, and she was grinning at me again. Her shirt, and her bra were sitting on her lap. "You're obviously not really scared I'm a rapist."

"Just didn't want you to tear my bra."

"You comfortable?"

"You mean physically, or socially?"

"Yep."

"I think so. You better turn out to be as nice as you seem, mister. I don't take disappointment well."

"You get violent? And it's Smith."

"No, I get even. And how did you know, Glenn?"

"Know what?"

"My name."

"You told me, Zoe."

"No, no, my last name."

"Huh?"

"How did you know I was a Smith?"

"No, no. I'm a Smith."

"No."

"Yes. Glenn Smith."

"Really?"

"Yeah, why? What's so weird about that?"

"Because, Mr Smith, that's my name."

"No way."

"Way."

"Shit. How about that."

"You better not start thinking that means I'll give you any leeway if you disappoint me."

"I wasn't planning to, Miss Smith, though I admit you confuse me a little. Up this way?"

"Yeah, and left at the roundabout. Hmm... Nah, I won't ask."

"Ask what, Zoe?"

"Nah. I'll just.... Look at the road, nosy."

"Yes, Miss."

"That's better. Oh, and so is that. God, that was awful. Sorry about your car."

"What are you... Oh. Forget the car." While I was again paying attention to the traffic, she'd managed to wiggle her skirt down and it was sitting on the floor of the car, around her sandaled feet. As I watched, she flicked it off her feet, and it slumped wetly on the backpack. Zoe had her shirt and bra covering the most vital parts, and I just kinda wondered...

"Yes."

"What, Zoe?"

"Yes, Glenn. I do have panties on."

"I never said a word!"

"Your eyes were asking."

"They... well, maybe. Sorry."

"No problem."

"I don't get pretty girls in my car all that often, and they never take their clothes off."

"That's because you're a rapist."

"They can tell?"

"Oh, of course. We're girls."

"I'm not at all sure you're joking."

"Of course you're not. You're a boy! Up here to the right."

"Got it."

"See that driveway, past the red car? No, the other one. Yeah. In there, under the carport, if you... ah, shit, no, someone's in there. It'll have to be the street. Pull up here. Thanks."

"No problem. You're in that one?"

"Yeah. Gloomy, isn't it?"

"I think everything looks gloomy in this weather."

"Yeah, could be. Look, I'll just be a minute, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. No rush."

"Thanks." She bundled her things together, still holding the towel around her torso, and her shirt in front of her thighs. She kissed me suddenly, a peck on the cheek, and then leapt from the car, giggling.

I have to assume she didn't realise, or didn't care that her black pantied ass was in plain sight. Okay, so I stared as she hooked the towel around herself properly, under her arms, and ran with little coordination down the path, avoiding the worst of the puddles, her butt wiggling as she retreated.

I watched until she reached the house, and then, just as I was sitting back to wait, she turned around to face me. She stood still for a moment, as though she was making a decision, and then waved at me, both hands well away from her body, tempting the towel to fall, and ran, bouncing around the puddles again, all the way back to the car. I hit the button to lower her window as she approached, wondering what she could have forgotten. She stood there, soaking wet again, and stuck her head through the gap.

"Mr Smith?"

"Yes, Zoe?"

"You better come inside."

"Yes?"

"Yes. I need to pay you back for the loan of the towel. Can't do that out here."

"No need at all."

"You'd rather not come in, Glenn?"

"I sure didn't say that."

"Good. Come on then."

"You're sure?"

"I'm drowning! How much assurance do you want?"

"Okay, okay. Go. I'll catch up."

"Not much point now. I can't get much wetter. And it's not cold."

"Okay, get your head out of the window then."

"Oh. Yeah."

"Because everyone is staring at your ass."

"They are not!"

"I would be."

"I figured as much."

"Head."

"Yeah, yeah." She moved it though, still grinning. She looked delightful standing there, in a towel and panties. Both hands were full. One had the rest of her clothes, the other her backpack.

As I climbed out of the car, back into the rain, I realised I hadn't dried out much anyway, and stopped worrying about how much wetter I'd get between here and the house. After all, look at the company, I thought.

Stepping around the car, I snagged the backpack from her hand, and walked beside her back to the house, locking the car with the remote on the way.

Zoe had some trouble when we got to the door. She needed to extract her keys from the backpack, but her towel was threatening to fall to the ground. I decided, despite the temptation, to be a gentleman again, and asked her which pocket the keys were in. I got them out, and handed them to her. It worked out in my favour, I think. I got to stare at her ass as she fiddled with the sticky lock. Sometimes politeness pays off.

Zoe held the door open and beckoned for me to go through first. I hoisted the pack again, and wandered through, resisting the urge to slap her ass on the way past, though I was pretty sure she'd just laugh.

The hallway inside the door was polished wood, old, and rich, and swiftly becoming very, very wet, as we both dripped all over it.

"Welcome, Mr Smith."

"Thanks Zoe. Nice place."

"I can take no credit. One of my flatmates owns the place."

"So you just take advantage?"

"Exactly. And to tell the truth I kinda like that it looks gloomy from the outside. Less problems with break-ins."

"Makes sense. So listen, should I stand here and drip, or is there somewhere else I should stand? Maybe you have plants that require irrigation?"

"I have to ask you a question first."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. That's why I hesitated before going back to the car."

"Okay. Spit it out."

"It's a choice, really. Would you like a beer, a hot drink, or a shower?"

"Ah... shower?"

"Yeah, shower."

"I'm not sure where I stand here, despite dripping all over your floor."

"Yeah. Glenn, we only have one shower in the place, and I'm not at all sure there would be enough water for consecutive use..."

"Oh."

"Yeah... Oh, God, sorry. Forget I said it."

"No, no. I'm just... you are offering to share the shower, right?"

"Yeah."

"But Zoe, you don't even know me."

"Yeah. And I don't do that. Nonetheless, the offer is open."

"I... ummm... you do realise..."

"What, Glenn?"

"... that my promises about not being a rapist in this weather..."

"Yes?"

"Are... invalid, basically, if I climb into a shower with you."

"They are?"

"Yeah."

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh."

"So... you want a green towel, or a blue one?"

"A dry one!"

"Got it. You comfortable with taking those things off just here?"

"I guess. Why?"

"I can put them in the dryer. Can they cope with that?"

"I'm sure they can."

"Good. Strip!"

"You have to turn around."

"You're going to go shy? Now?"

"Well, you did!"

"Oh, Lord! Okay, hold on." As she spoke she reached up and pulled the towel from her chest and threw it to the floor, and climbed out of her panties. "How's that for shy?"

"Point taken."

"I thought it might be. Now get 'em off!"

It didn't take long, and we were both stark naked, still damp but dripping a lot less on the floor. Zoe disappeared and came back with a laundry basket, and we piled our clothing into it. She did her best to clean up the floor, swishing the towel around with her feet, before tossing it in with the clothes, and leaving the backpack to drip a little longer. She picked up the basket and hooked it under one arm. I looked up in the direction she was facing, and she slapped me on the ass!

"Hey, what was that for?"

"Evasion," she said as we walked toward the laundry.

"Huh?"

"You didn't tell me you had a physique."

"I didn't know."

"Bullshit."

"No, really. I'm alright. I spend time at the gym. That's all."

"I like the tan, too."

"Thanks."

"And that little bit of hair on your chest."

"You like that?"

"Mmhmm."

"I was thinking of having it waxed, or something."

"Oh, don't do that!"

"No?"

"No."

"Okay."

"Here, open that. Hee hee."

"What's so funny?"

"I've never had a naked man to help me with the laundry. It sure makes it more fun."

"You, Miss Smith, are weird."

"That's good, right?"

"That's so good."

"Shower now."

"That, also, is good."

"Mmhmm"

We walked in silence down the hallway to the bathroom. The whole thing was incredibly surreal. I must have suspended disbelief big time. I just went along with it, enjoying the banter, and the view.

"To the right, just there, rapist."

"After you."

"No bloody way. You already stared at my ass. My turn."

"As you wish."

"Oh, I do."

"So it seems. Oh! Nice bathroom."

"Yeah. Jenny's a bit of a water freak, I think. No complaints. Flick the shower on, would you?"

"Yeah. Ummm.... couple of things."

"Oh, yeah?" She moved closer in front of me then, and turned the shower on, herself. "What are they?"

"Well, ah, I gotta pee."

"Oh. You need some privacy for that?"

"Well, probably not, normally, but you've got me all flustered."

"Ah. Right. I gotta get some more shampoo. You go for it. Be right back."

I managed to do what I needed to, and was washing my hands in the basin when she waltzed back through the door.

"Damn!"

"What, Zoe?"

"I walk in the door, and all I can see is your ass."

"Oh, sorry."

"Don't be. It's going to feature in my dreams."

"You really are a darling," I said as I turned from the basin "You know that?"

"I turn into an evil bitch-woman after orgasm."

"Oh. Hmm... On that subject..."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Listen. No, stop that. Just for a second. No, no. It's nice. I just... please stop."

"Oh, Glenn, what's the matter?"

"I... it's been a while."

"Oh, God, me too. Weeks. Otherwise I'd have left you to rape and pillage without me."

"No no. It's... it's longer than that. A lot. I... God! Mostly, Zoe, I just can't..."

"Ah, you mean – get it up?"

"Yeah."

"Oh."

"Yeah. Sorry Zoe. I think I've misled you."

"Oh, no, no. Glenn, it's not like that. I didn't get you to fill in an application form, you know. You haven't lied under oath."

"Yeah, but..."

"No, no. Get that look of your face, and listen. I'm not shy. You can see that, right? I'm comfortable with myself. I'm horny, and I like you. I don't care if you get it up or not. If the evening goes by without you raping me, I'll take care of it myself. You understand?"

"I... yeah."

"Good. I didn't invite you in here for your penis in any case."

"No?"

"Nope. Your sparkling wit. So cheer up, and get that ass into the shower."

"Sure?"

"Shut up."

"K."

"And shove over, you big lummox. How can I scrub your back like that?"

The shower proceeded without further complications. Zoe was more like a cheeky girl than a horny grown woman, and we chased each other around the shower cubicle like we would have if we were both ten. Don't get me wrong. I noticed, and took note of the fact that she was, in fact, a beautiful woman, but it was the togetherness, and the fun, and the innocent naughtiness that was uppermost in my, and I hope, her mind.

After a while, Zoe reminded me that the water wouldn't last forever, and asked me if I'd like to wash her hair. Standing behind her under the streaming water, my fingers digging into her scalp as she sighed beneath the pressure, the stress seemed to disappear. It didn't matter what did, or did not happen. We were here, having fun, and she felt very, very nice pressed up against me, her body sliding around with the movement of my hands.

As the last of the shampoo was rinsed off her head and down her body, she turned her head to me under the water, and pulled me down a little, so she could whisper in my ear.

"Glenn, you big strong boy?"

"Yes, Zoe?"

"What is that thing?"

"Huh?"

"The one prodding me, stud."

The moment I realised what she was talking about, something happened, and my erection faded away. I stood there silently, not knowing quite what to do next. Zoe came to the rescue, again.

"So, stage fright, huh?"

"I don't know what it is."

"Really?"

"Yeah. It's nothing... physical, it seems."

"Oh? How do you know that?"

"It works, generally, when there's no audience."

"Oh, Glenn likes solo?"

"Well, sometimes you just have to..."

"Hey, no need to explain to me. I know my privates like the back of my hand."

"Oh?"

"Better."

"Oh!"

She turned to face me then, pressed her face up hard against my chest, and looked up. "Listen, I meant what I said. Doesn't matter."

"Oh, it does!"

"Not to me. Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, sure, Zoe."

"Well, two things, actually. I'm a quick study, as people go. First one." She pulled my face down to hers then, and kissed me, before continuing. "Do you think this relationship could stretch beyond this shower, perhaps making a long term commitment?"

"What? But Zoe, you don't know me at all, and it's readily apparent that I'm not much use!"

"Oh, quit the sob story, Glenn. Well?"

"What exactly are you talking about?"

"Dinner."

"Huh?"

Her hands had grabbed mine, and pulled them around to her back. As she proceeded to hold me in the same way, she continued. "Dinner. You know. We sit down at a table... Oh, rub my ribs harder. I love that. Oooh. Yeah, and then, well we eat together. Oooh. Well?"

"That's the long term commitment?"

"What? No!"

"No?"

"Hell no. Harder. No, I'm talking about a movie."

"A movie?"

"Have you lived under a rock for a while? You don't know what a movie is? Kiss, please."

I kissed her, sweetly aggravating though she was, and our bodies melted together. It was a while before I spoke again, my lips against her ear, my voice quiet, but very close. "Zoe, what about the movie? Is that the commitment?"

"Of course, gorgeous. A movie. Nothing more. Well, actually, maybe one more thing. Depends."

"I'd love to take you to a movie, Zoe."

"Yeah?"

"Uh huh."

"Good. Can we sit in the back row?"

"I guess. Why?"

"Because I want you to kiss me some more. Like this."

"You like?"

"I love. Glenn, about the other thing... Oh, shit! Quick, quick!"

The water had suddenly gone cold, and I slammed the lever down, stopping the water before we were completely cold. We both stood there for a moment, and started to laugh. Zoe opened the door and we climbed out into the large bathroom. Steam billowed around us, and the room suddenly became misty, and maybe a little dreamlike. Zoe flicked the switch for the fan, and as the air cleared, we both dried ourselves, comfortable now with nakedness, relaxed and feeling good. It took me a while to realise...

"Hey, hold on Zoe."

"Mmhmmm?"

"The... you know. The other thing. What was it?"

"Hold on." She wiggled inside the towel, as only girls can. I watched. Then she dropped the towel, and pulled mine from me, before pulling my body to hers again. "It was this. Can you tell me what the situation is at your place?"

"Situation?"

"Yeah. I mean do you live alone, or what?'

"Oh. Yeah. I have a little flat, all to myself."

"Ah. Do you have a spare bed?"

"Well, I have a fold-out sofa. Why?"

"So that's a no?"

"Huh?"

"Well, strictly speaking, no spare bed. Right?"

"Ah... I guess so."

"So if I was unable, for any reason, to get home, and had to stay the night at your place, I'd have to share your bed?"

"No, no. There's the sofa. I could sleep on that."

"You could not!"

"Yeah, I could. Of course. You bet."

"No, no, no! You are misunderstanding again."

"I am?"

"Yes!"

"I... Oh! Oh, I see. Sorry. You keep doing things I don't expect."

"Yeah, I know. People tell me that."

"Yeah. Well, in any case, no. I don't have a spare bed."

"Okay. So... Dinner, Glenn. Movie."

"Yes. Please. And then, if I'm not being too forward, Zoe..."

"You're not."

"We could get a couple of bottles of wine..."

"Yes!"

"And take them back to my place..."

"Now you're thinking, stud."

"And get far too sloshed for me to drive you home."

"That, Sir, is what I call a plan!"

"Give me a kiss then."

"Yes, sir!"

Her lips met mine, and we dissolved together again. I was constantly amazed at the way things flowed with this girl. My fingers weren't content with her ribs this time, and found their way down to her gorgeous ass.

Of course, the door opened then, and a woman walked in. I was standing there, facing the door, my face pressed to Zoe's, her tongue in my mouth, her breasts pressed hard against my chest, my hands cupping her buttocks, and my erection doing its very best to recover. Needless to say, I didn't know what to do.

Zoe was completely relaxed, and all she did was remove her tongue so she could speak. Without moving away from me at all, she spoke clearly...

"Hi Jen. The naked man is Glenn."

"Hi Glenn. Sorry to interrupt."

I mumbled something, but Zoe took over again. She still didn't move. "Jen, can I ask something, before you go?"

She laughed, trying to decide if she should look away, but didn't. "Yeah, sure."

"Well, does my ass look big in this?"

At that point the two of them collapsed with laughter, and Zoe turned around and gave Jen a big hug, obviously not remotely uncomfortable with the lack of clothes. I wasn't sure, yet again, what to do.

Zoe turned, just then, and spoke to me. "Tough it out. Nothing else works."

So I did. I stood there, naked, and watched the girls hug. Hell, they were both pretty, and one of them was naked. What would you have done?

They whispered to each other, and I only caught snippets of the conversation...

"So where did you get him?"

"He picked you up?"

"Nice ass."

"A bit tall?"

The last comment was the one that got me.

"I'm sorry Jen, but I couldn't stop him, and he used up all the hot water."

"Hey!"

"He's a rapist."

"I am not!"

"He is. He threatened me."

"You poor girl."

"Yeah."

"Hey!"

"He looks harmless enough. Give me a kiss, Zoe, and I'll leave you two to molest each other."

"Me and the rapist were just leaving."

"Yeah, we were."

We left her standing there, and walked down the hallway to Zoe's room, stark naked, and laughing. I'd never done anything like that in my life!

---

By the time we strolled through my front door with a couple of bottles, and fell onto the sofa together, we were thoroughly comfortable with each other. I'd left Zoe alone during dinner, though the soft skin of her toes sliding up and down my legs had kept my attention rather well.

I made up for it at the movie. In fact, despite choosing a movie that we both wanted to see, I couldn't tell you much about it. There was some on-screen kissing about five minutes into the main feature, and we both decided we needed to copy the action in the back seat of the almost empty auditorium. After our lips touched, the rest was something of a blur. Zoe encouraged me to touch her anywhere that I could reach, and she was at least as inquisitive in return.

Nothing specific happened, but the buzz was palpable. I loved being with this woman.

And now, the door was locked, the lights were off, and the wine bottles sat untouched as we fell upon each other and removed whatever clothes were within reach.

Our lips locked again, and complicated efforts, but somehow we managed to get mostly naked. The couch wasn't exactly comfortable like this, and Zoe accepted my whispered offer to move operations to the bed, where I assured her we would have more room, and a much nicer surface to lie on.

I stood, naked again, and took her hand, pulling her to her feet before crouching on the carpet to remove her final item of clothing, the skimpy white pair of panties. My thumbs were hooked in the waistband at her hips when she put her hands on mine, and spoke.

"No, Glenn. Please don't."

"No?"

"No."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Bed.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Now."

"This way, Zoe."

"Ever the gentleman."

"It's a cover, remember?"

"Oh, yeah. Lucky me. Oh, this is nice."

"I like it."

"It's very manly, Glenn."

"Is it?"

"Yeah. Not at all girly. Tell you what..."

"What's that?"

"If I sit here..."

"Yes?"

"Now you can take them off. Uh uh. No hands. Just use your teeth."

"Oh?"

"Go on."

I knelt on the floor in front of her, and she lay back. I lowered my mouth to the task, grinning yet again. It took me a while to work the panties off her hips, and she lifted her butt and giggled as I slowly managed what she had asked. Eventually I had them part way down, and she wiggled her legs, causing them to fall to the floor. I looked up to see her smiling down at me, and kissed her, quickly, on her belly button, gauged her shiver as a good thing, and kept on kissing, moving slowly further down her body, placing kiss after kiss on her sweet soft skin.

As my kisses became a little more intimate, Zoe sighed yet again, and spread her legs, shuffling down a little to encourage me to explore further. Lips were suddenly not enough, and I slid slowly down her labia, and back up the other side, delighting in the reactions from her body, wanting so much for her to feel good.

I had skipped past her clitoris on the way down, but I had every intention of making up for it on my return. I took a deep breath, then, ready for the main assault, when Zoe suddenly pushed her knees together, and covered herself with her hands.

"Hold on Glenn... I can't..."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you wanted..."

She sat up then, and pulled my head to her, crushing me against her stomach. "I did, Glenn. I do. But... listen... Oh, look up, would you?"

"What is it, Zoe?"

"It's just... if I let you continue, then, afterwards, after I come, what happens then?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, what about you?"

"Oh. Look, let's worry about that later. I'm enjoying this." I tried to gently push her back on the bed, but she wouldn't go.

"No, no. Look, it's not right. Can't we... Look, how likely is it that you'll...?"

"Fail?"

"No, no, that's not it, Glenn, but I mean, does it sometimes work, or never?"

"Oh. Well, never."

"Oh."

"But it doesn't matter. It's..."

"No, no. I'm not going to. No. Look, let's just go to bed?'

"I feel bad about that. Let me finish."

"No."

"I want to."

"I don't, Glenn, so unless you're really a rapist..."

"You know I'm not."

"Well then, come up here, and let's go to bed."

"Are you insisting?"

"I am."

I climbed to my feet then, my cock drooping uselessly between my legs again, and looked at this beautiful woman in my bed. I decided to stop arguing, and get in.

I climbed under the sheets, pulled up the covers, and lay down behind Zoe, my chest against her back, our naked bodies suddenly cool, neither of us comfortable to say anything. I reached up and flicked off the light, and put my arm over her body. She pressed herself hard in against me, and I lay there for a while, silent and still, but very much aware of how badly I felt about this.

Eventually, I felt the need to speak, and whispered, in case Zoe was asleep. "I'm sorry, Zoe. I'd really like to be..."

"Shhh," she whispered back. "Just relax. This is much more important, and I love the way we fit."

I couldn't speak any more, and as I lay there, not remotely sleepy, but not really thinking either, tears began to roll down my face. Zoe could feel them and just pulled me closer for a while. When the tears didn't stop, she turned to face me, kissed my swollen eyes, and said nothing.

After a while, for no apparent reason, the tears stopped, and my body shivered. Zoe kissed me again, on the mouth this time, and somehow it wasn't sexual. Instead, it was a release, and I started to cry again. This time, though, I was able to speak, and Zoe listened silently, kissing my tears, while I told her what had happened, and how I had got like this. It wasn't a long story, and it wasn't unusual either. I'd been rejected, and I'd never really recovered.

The thing was, I'd never actually told anyone before. I'd tried to get over it, and I'd tried to ignore it. I'd even tried to accept it, but never explained. Zoe let me tell her the whole sad story, and then took me in her arms, and told me to go to sleep. Somehow, despite all of this, I did.

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I woke to a sound and a feeling that I'm not sure I can adequately explain.

The sun was shining through the open curtain, and I was lying on my back, nothing covering me on the bed. There was something on me though. Zoe. She looked down from her position, crouched with her knees either side of my hips, and spoke, without stopping what she was doing.

"Morning lover. Don't say anything, I'm warning you. Uh uh! Nothing."

I didn't, either. I lay there, and watched. Zoe was highly aroused. Her hands were alternating, one minute kneading her breasts, fingertips teasing her hard nipples, and jumping as she pinched just a little harder than she should. Then she'd move her hands away, sliding them down her body, across her thatch of hair, and push them deep inside herself, thrusting against her fingers, and me. When her hands slid back up to her breasts again, she would slide her slippery pussy lips up and down my cock, slippery and hot, letting her clit touch me as I indirectly caressed her.

I was hard, and the feeling of her against me was wonderful. Zoe moved a little on each thrust, varying the angle of attack, and as her labia and my cock connected, it felt as though a flash of electricity jumped between us.

As I watched, scared to change anything, she slid her knees forward just a little, in order to more easily tempt her nerves, and smiled down at me again.

"I'm pleased you're awake, Glenn. I want to tell you something. I love your cock. I love the way it caresses me, the way it touches my clit and makes me jump. I love the hardness and the size of it. The colour, and the shape.

"I'm very close to coming, just rubbing against you like this, but what I'd really like is if I could just move a little more, and slide you inside me. No, don't say anything.

"I know you think... Oh, God that's nice... that something could go wrong, but I don't think so, and I'm in charge here. So just lie there, and let me do this right, okay?"

I did. I stayed where I was, scared to break the magic spell, and watched as she moved a little, changed the angle of her body, and then pulled herself back, pushing my cock inside her, the expression of pleasure on her face nothing short of delightful.

She bent her body downward then, bringing her face to mine, and kissed me, before whispering in my ear.

"My God, Glenn, you feel so nice in there. I'm so full, and so very, very horny. Could you help me out here? Would you fuck me please?"

Her words overcame my hesitation, and her movements encouraged my own. I put my hands on her gorgeous ass, and started to lift my hips, timing my movements to hers. She lifted her body from mine again, holding herself upright, her nipples in her fingers, her ass in my hands. I could see her most intimate parts as she pulled herself from me. I could feel her weight, and her desperation as she lowered herself again. As she fell tightly around my hardness, pushing solidly against my body.

It didn't take long. As her movements, and my responses, became faster and less stable, she started to moan, and closed her eyes. Her body started to pump desperately above me, her knees and hips lifting and lowering her without pause, and then, suddenly, her eyes popped open, her mouth opened to let out a long-winded groan of pleasure, and she came.

The tightness around my cock increased as her muscles clamped tight, and her final solid thrust was the end for both of us, as I exploded inside her, streams of hot come pumping from my cock as she spasmed helplessly around and above me.

A couple of half-hearted thrusts from above and she collapsed on me, her hot sweaty skin sticking to me, our panting breaths together. It was too hot to kiss properly now, but I managed to give her a quick peck before she fell to the side, turning me with her, my cock still hard, and still inside her, and she smiled, lying beside me now.

"Never, huh?"

"Never before."

"Confession is good for the soul."

"So it seems."

"To say nothing of the cock."

"You, Zoe, have a potty mouth."

"In that case," and she whispered, "the cunt too!"

"Apparently."

"Listen, can we discuss this rationally later, Glenn?"

"Oh, sure."

"Good. No offense, but I need some sleep."

"I'm not surprised."

"Nor am I."

"Thank you, Zoe."

"No need. You can thank me later."

"Oh?"

"On your knees."

"I'd love to."

"Not as much as I would. Sleep first."

"Night, girlfriend."

"Oh, I like the sound of that."