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 A World of My Choosing   An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh   Chapter
Six

   Friday, I had no assignment so I had the rare treat of sleeping late. 
When I finally crawled out of bed the time was almost nine o'clock.  I had
plenty of time to bathe and shave and finish packing before I met Anna at
the mess hall for lunch.  I wondered how she was going to react when I told
her we couldn't go to Heartache Hotel for the weekend.

   I stood under the steamy shower, eyes closed, with the water beating
down on my head, thinking of my plans for the next few days.  Then I stood
at the sink, looking at myself in the mirror, scrubbing my face with a hot
soapy washcloth and remembering how Anna had scrubbed it a few days
earlier.

   I wet the soapy washcloth one more time and held it against my chin and
cheeks where the stiffest hair grew.  Finally I judged that the hair had
softened so I rubbed on the gel and picked up the razor.  I wanted to get a
really close shave.  I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled.

   There was something I wanted to do with Anna, something I had been
thinking about doing for the last few days, something I had already learned
that I liked doing to her.  I stood there shaving my face, thinking about
our trip to the magic valley, how smooth the inside of Anna's thighs had
felt on my cheeks, how she smelled and tasted when I licked her, and how
much I had wanted her.  Now I wanted her even more and tonight I was going
to have her.

   From somewhere in the deep recesses of my memory, something that
happened when I was about ten or eleven came back to me.  Father had taken
me with him when he helped a neighbor breed a mare.  She had been tied to a
post in the barnyard when a man drove up with a horse trailer behind his
car.  As soon as the stallion was unloaded, he had seen the mare and had
immediately gone to her.  Father told me the mare was in heat and the
stallion could smell her.  The big horse stuck his nose in the mare's
vulva, rolled his top lip up, and whinnied over and over again, like he was
laughing.  I thought that was hilarious.

   Then I watched what he did when he mounted her and I couldn't believe
she could possibly take the stallion's long penis inside her.  My penis was
stiff and causing a bulge in my shorts and I was embarrassed from reacting
that way to the horses mating.  When I looked at Father, he was looking
down at me and smiling.  When I looked down at his pants, I saw a big bulge
there and I smiled too.  I looked back up at his face, smiling down at me,
and I knew we shared something good.

   Perhaps my wanting to stick my face in Anna's vulva was just as
primitive a response as that of the horse.  Before I met her, I had never
imagined myself wanting to do that with a woman.  Now, I wanted to do it
with her and to stay there with my mouth on her pussy, my tongue licking up
between her labia, tasting the juices that flowed from her, and smelling
the scent that comes only from an aroused woman who wants to be fucked.  I
wanted her to have at least one good orgasm before I even got my penis in
her.  I wanted to do it and I was going to do it tonight!  Before anything
else, I was going to do it!

   I carefully chose the clothes I intended to wear for the trip: ribbed-
knit boxer undershorts with a matching undershirt, khaki cargo shorts, a
blue shirt with small green and yellow stripes, and my good sneakers with
white socks.  I usually paid little attention to what I wore but I wanted
to look good for Anna.

   While I dressed, I thought about how she might respond when I told her
we weren't going to Heartache Hotel.  Knowing how quickly she came to anger
sometimes, I decided I had better not drag out the suspense more than a few
seconds.  I hoped she would be pleased when I told her we were going to
Flagstaff instead.

   At the mess hall, where we planned to meet for lunch, Anna was standing
on the front porch talking to some guys and girls sitting in the rocking
chairs.  She didn't see me come up behind her but she saw some of the
others looking in my direction.  She turned and saw me and smiled at me.

   I stopped in my tracks, just looking at her, struck by her beauty.  She
didn't have on her usual baseball cap and her hair was totally
unrestrained. She had cut it!  It cascaded down in curls and tangles as
usual but not quite to her shoulders.  For the first time, I saw that she
had on lipstick.

   She was wearing her usual khaki shorts but this time she had her shirt
tucked into them and her womanly shape was revealed.  I hoped she didn't
ask me if her butt was too big.  How could I convince her that it was just
right for her?  I'd never noticed her waist before; it looked small
compared to her hips and breasts.  And her breasts: her shirt was just
tight enough to reveal them.  I couldn't understand why she thought they
were too small.  They were just right for her too.  To me, she was a
perfect woman, bigger than most, maybe too big for most guys, but just
right for me.

   The other guys and girls immediately started teasing us.  I suppose they
thought we were going to Heartache Hotel.  I didn't care what they thought.
So far, only two people knew that Anna and I were going to Flagstaff: the
Major and me.  He'd gone out of his way to help me make plans for the next
four days.

   We went through the chow line together and then looked around for an
empty table.  I didn't want to sit with anyone else.  I wanted to be alone
with Anna so I could tell her about my plans.  A small table was vacated
and I rushed Anna to it.

   As soon as we put our trays down on the table, I had a sudden impulse
and immediately gave in to it.  I pulled Anna to me, wrapped my arms around
her, and kissed her.  She resisted for only an instant and then yielded her
mouth to me.  When we finally broke the kiss, I looked around at the people
in the mess hall.  They were all quietly watching.  I bowed to them, held
Anna's chair so she could sit, and then I sat down.  A cacophony of
catcalls and crude suggestions erupted.  I heard one guy yell, "Get a
room," and I smiled because I already had reserved one for four nights.

   As soon as we finished eating, I told her.

   "Anna, we can't go to Heartache Hotel tonight," I said, straight-faced.

   She looked at me and her face gradually changed into a look that I
recognized as anger.

   "And why not, damn it?" she blurted out.

   I waited a few seconds before answering.  "Because we've got
reservations at the Ponderosa Inn in Flagstaff for four nights."

   A few seconds elapsed before she realized the implications of that.

   "David, I can't go," she said.  "I've got to be back by Monday morning."

   I waited a little longer than necessary to answer and saw a hint of
anger creeping back in her face.

   "Yes, you can," I answered.  "You don't have to be back before Wednesday
morning.  You have a four-day pass, not counting today."

   "And just how did you arrange that?" she asked, and I could tell that
her anger had quickly faded and she was beginning to believe me.

   "A certain major helped me," I answered, smiling at her.  "You sat next
to him at dinner with the review board.  He arranged it for us."

   She sat looking at me for a minute or so longer.

   "And we have reservations for dinner tonight at Napoleon's in Flagstaff
at seven," I added, grinning even broader.  "I think you'll like the food
there.  It's the closest to good French cooking that I've had in this
country.  Jean-Claude's a great chef."

   "Who?"

   "Jean-Claude Thierry.  He's the owner.  He does a lot of the cooking."

   "Then why do they call it Napoleon's?"

   "Because he's only five six."

   That finally got a big smile out of her.  I relaxed.  I knew she was
eager to go.

   "And just how are we going to get to Flagstaff by seven?  Have you got a
car?"

   "Yeah, it's just a little one but I think we'll make it all the way. 
It's parked behind my barracks.  I'm all packed.  Let's go get it and pick
up your stuff."

   "David, I've got to get some more clothes.  I didn't pack enough for
four days.  And I expected to be naked most of the time."

   "Well, you are going to be naked most of the time.  We're just going to
play tourist the rest of the time.  That is, if you can walk."

   "And what's going to happen to cause me problems in walking?"

   "I don't know.  I'll think of something.  I didn't pack much either.  I
thought we might go shopping together in Flagstaff.  Would you like that?"

   She grinned at me so wide that her cute dimples appeared on both her
cheeks.  I took that as meaning she wanted us to shop for clothes together.

   "The major asked me to wear my uniform just one time while we're gone.
I'm going to wear my dress blues tonight when we go to Napoleon's.  Have
you got something sort of nice?"

   "Yes.  I brought something a little dressy like you suggested.  Do you
want me to wear my uniform too?"

   "I don't think so.  After the major offered the use of his car, I
couldn't turn down his request.  Are you ready to go?"

   The major had been more than kind in helping me arrange for my few days
with Anna.  He had even loaned me his little car: a blue almost-new
Mercedes sports car.  I'd already tried on for size; I could drive it with
the seat all the way back.

   I didn't tell her about the advice the major had given me.  Sitting in
his office, talking with him about my plans for the few days I would have
with Anna, I finally got up the courage to admit I was scared.

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   "You scared?" he said, laughing.  "I don't believe that, coming from a
man who killed seven bad guys in about a minute."

   "Yeah, but they were seven guys who just wanted to kill me.  She's a
woman who wants me to make love to her."

   "And quite a woman too!" he said, still laughing.  "But I never thought
I'd hear you admit you're scared."

   "Don't laugh, Major," I pleaded.  "I'm serious.  I don't have that much
experience with women.  When I'm making love to her, I want it to be as
good for her as it is for me.  I don't want her to be...I mean, I want her
to be satisfied when we do it.  What if I mess it up?"

   He sat and looked at me for a minute or so.

   "So you want some advice from an old man about how to satisfy a woman,
huh?" he finally said.

   "Yeah, I just want her to be happy with me."

   "OK.  Two suggestions.  One: Don't get in a hurry with her.  Especially,
don't be in a hurry to get your dick in her.  Play with her.  Tease her. 
Give her some time to become receptive.  Make her want you.  If you can,
make her beg you to put it in."

   "OK.  What's two?"

   "Go down on her before you try to fuck her.  You think you could do oral
sex with her?"

   "Yeah, I know I can.  I already have.  I want to." I said, smiling, and
remembering what we had already done and my plans for the night.

   "I'm serious, David," he said.  "Most men don't have any difficulty in
having an orgasm from straight fucking.  Women do.  Learn your way around
her pussy, especially her clitoris.  Give her an orgasm with your tongue;
hell, give her more than one.  Maybe keep doing it until she begs you to
fuck her.  If she's already come a couple of times before you fuck her, she
won't mind if she doesn't come again when you do.  You won't regret it."

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   Anna squealed like a young girl when she saw the Major's little car. 
She squealed even louder when she saw the doors open upward like gull wings
instead of to the side of the car.

   Within a few minutes of leaving the base, she reclined her seat, kicked
off her sandals, put her bare feet on the dashboard, and pulled up her
shorts so that her thighs were exposed.  I took one swift glance at her
beautiful long legs and then forced myself to look back where I was
driving.

   "Did you notice anything different?" she asked.

   I glanced quickly at her legs again.  She had shaved her legs and they
were smooth and hairless and tanned and, I'll admit, even more beautiful. I
pretended not to know what she was talking about.

   "Your toenails are painted again," I said.

   "David!" she groaned.

   "What?"

   "Perhaps we'd better turn around right now," she threatened.

   I knew when to give in.  "You've also shaved your legs."

   "That's better."

   "Tonight, I'm going to run my tongue all the way from your toes, up
behind your knee, up the inside of your thighs to...I wonder how far you'll
let me go?"

   "All the way, Dummy.  All the way up."

   "Both legs?"

   "You promise?"

   "Yeah!"

   "And then what are you going to do?"

   "I'm going to stop in the middle and lick you to your first orgasm!"

   She squirmed in her seat, put her head back, closed her eyes, and
smiled. I didn't need to ask her what she was thinking about.  For a few
miles, I was able to concentrate on the road.

   "David, I've got something I need to tell you," she whispered, after a
while.  She raised her seat and sat upright beside me.

   "Another surprise?" I answered.

   "Well, I guess it might be called that.  You remember I told you I had a
birth-control implant?  It was right here on my left arm."

   She held her arm over toward me and I glanced at it.  There was a small
wound on the inside of her arm, just beginning to heal.

   "What do you mean - was?"

   "I removed it last Sunday, after we came back from your magic valley."

   "Yourself?"

   "David, I'm a nurse, remember?  I was an operating-room nurse before I
came here.  I can do it as well as any doctor."

   I couldn't decide whether to be elated, knowing there was a chance I
could impregnate her, or scared and worried, knowing there was a chance I'd
leave her pregnant and perhaps never know our child.

   "Does that mean you could get pregnant during the next few days?"

   "Well, it depends on how quickly the estrogen and progestin from the
implant are cleared from my body and how good your sperm are at swimming."

   "They're Olympic champions.  Why does it matter?"

   "The hormones in the implant work by keeping a woman's ovaries from
releasing eggs and they thicken her cervical mucus.  If your little sperm
can't swim through my cervix and find my egg, they'll have lived their
little lives in vain.  Poor little sperm.  I feel so sorry for them, all
eighteen million of them.."

   I looked over at her and saw her grinning at me.

   "Why did you have one in the first place?" I asked.

   "Because they always give the women trainees an implant before they go
out.  They give us one when we come in to see how we tolerate it.  It's
supposed to be effective for three months."

   "Well, why did you remove it?"

   She had a serious look on her face.  "Because I wanted to, damn it!"

   "So you could get pregnant?"

   "No, David," she said.  "My body can't adjust in just a few days.  I
just wanted to remove it; that's all.  There's not much chance I'll get
pregnant, that is, unless you fuck me too much."

   I looked over at her and saw her grinning at me again.  I knew she was
teasing me.

   "I don't think I could ever fuck, I mean, make love to you enough,
Anna," I said.  "But I don't want to go off and leave you pregnant.  I want
children with you but just not right now."

   "Well, don't worry about it.  There's not much chance I'll get pregnant.
But if I do, I'm going to have the baby and keep it.  If you want to see
your child, you'll have to come back to me."

   I thought about what all of this meant.  Maybe she wanted me to know
there was a chance, however remote, she could be pregnant when I left. 
Maybe she thought that would give me another reason for coming back to her.


   "Well, if it's a boy, just remember we're going to name him Michael." I
said, still wondering about the ways of a woman.  "Now, could I tell you
something?"

   "Sure.  What is it?"

   "Anna, when we make love, I know I'll be satisfied.  When a man gets
started, he can't stop 'til he has an orgasm.  I don't know how you will be
when we do it but I want you to be satisfied too.  You're going to have to
talk to me, tell me what you want, so it's just as good for you as it is
for me.  Can you do that?"

   "Yes, David, I'll tell you what I want.  You do the same thing.  Let's
both try to be open and honest with each other.  After a while, you'll
probably want to tell me to shut up."

   "Never.  I love you and I like talking to you.  I feel like I can talk
to you about anything.  I just hope you feel the same way."

   "I do, David.  For the first time in my life, I feel that way."

   She reclined her seat, pulled her shorts up, and put her bare feet on
the dashboard again.  I gave her long beautiful legs another glance and I
couldn't help but smile at her display.

   "I wonder what the major is going to say when he sees footprints on the
dashboard," I said.

   "He'll probably wonder how we managed to do it in the car," she giggled.

   Once we stopped at a scenic overlook to take in the beauty of the desert
and the hills and mountains.  She stood in front of me, holding my hands
just under her breasts, her derriere pressed back against me.  I was
thinking about what I was going to be doing with her later that night. 
Evidently she was thinking of something else.

   "David, what will you do if you get sick while you're over there," she
asked.  "Your Farsi is very good but you might not fool anybody who takes a
really close look at you.  Have you thought about that?"

   "I'm not going to get sick," I answered.  I moved my hands up just a
little and she put her hands over mine and pressed them against her
breasts.

   "How do you know you won't?  Everybody gets sick once in a while.  Since
the fundamentalists took over and so many of the doctors have fled, there
are all sorts of problems with food and water and disease in that region.
That new type of swine flu is going around again.  It's widespread over
there.  What if you get it?"

   "I told you I'm not going to get sick, Anna," I insisted.  "I've never
been sick a day in my life.  Maybe I've just got a good immune system."

   She turned around so that her stomach was against mine, put her arms
around my waist, and looked up at me, frowning.  I wondered what she was
thinking.

   "David, do you mean you've never even had the common cold?  I assume
you've been immunized against measles and mumps and diseases like that. 
There's no immunization against the common cold."

   "Anna, when I was admitted to the Academy, I had to give a history of my
health.  They couldn't believe me when I said I'd never been sick.  It's
unusual but it's not rare to find individuals who've never caught anything.
I'm just lucky.  And I've been immunized against all sorts of things I
might catch over there.  You will be too before you go."

   She was quiet for a minute and I wondered what she was thinking.

   "David, you frighten me sometimes.  I've seen what you can do with a
rattlesnake when you're cool.  You told me you were cool when you killed
seven jihadists in less than a minute.  Now you tell me you've never had
the slightest illness.  What are you?  Some sort of superman?  That's what
some of the other trainees say about you."

   "Anna, forget that crap," I answered, as earnestly as I could.  "I've
been injured.  I broke my arm when I was a kid, a bad break.  It hurt like
hell.  When I was shot in the leg, it took two weeks before it felt OK
again.  I'm just lucky when it comes to diseases."

   "Well, I just hope our children inherit your immune system."

   "I hope so too but please don't be frightened of me.  I swear I'll never
hurt you.  I'll do anything to keep anybody from hurting you."

   She reached her hands down between our bodies and cupped them between my
legs.  "Do you really think we'll have children together?"

   "Yeah!" I answered, as enthusiastically as I could.  "Now come on. 
Let's hit the road again.  Next stop, Flagstaff!"

   She goosed me in my ribs on both sides and ran for the car.  I ran right
behind her, trying not to catch her, just looking at her derriere in
motion.

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   When we checked in at the Ponderosa Inn, the staff had evidently been
well briefed on how to treat us.  The clerk at the front desk welcomed us
as Mr.  and Mrs.  Blunderbuss, as though he knew who we were, and didn't
even comment on our last name.  I had told the woman manager to watch for a
man who was six and a half feet tall and a woman who was six feet.

   When I made the reservations, I asked the manager to make our rooms for
the four-day stay a little nicer than usual.  I made a few suggestions and
then gave her carte blanche to do whatever she wanted.  She must have been
accustomed to such requests.  The two-room suite was everything I could
have wanted.

   Our rooms had fresh flowers in both rooms, boxes of chocolates, a stack
of fluffy towels beside the bed topped by a bottle of massage oil, some
lubricants for sex which I hoped we wouldn't need, a large mirror behind
the headboard of the bed that was tilted enough to reflect whatever was
happening in the bed, two large white robes, a mini-refrigerator
well-stocked with snacks and drinks, and, the thing I liked most, a Jacuzzi
easily big enough for two, with candles around the tub just waiting to be
lit.

   Anna wanted to dress in the bedroom and didn't want me around while she
was changing.  She made me take my clothes into the other room and then
shut the door.  I didn't understand why I couldn't enjoy watching her
change clothes but I had already learned not to question the ways of a
woman, especially not one like Anna.

   While I dressed in my uniform, I tried to will my penis not to think
about what it was going to be doing later that night.  I barely succeeded.
It wanted to be stuffed up Anna, not stuffed down in my pants.  I'd chosen
a long-sleeved dress shirt for the evening and a bow tie.  I'd never worn
one so I stood there looking in the mirror at it trying to decide if I had
it on right.  I was glad I didn't have to wear any headgear; I'd always
hated the cock-eyed beret.  I shook out my uniform coat, put in on, and
brushed a few specks of lint away.  I still had my medals on my coat and I
wondered if anybody would even know what they were.  I had promised the
Major I would wear them.  I finally decided I looked OK even if I did feel
out of place in a dress uniform.

   The door to the bedroom was still shut so I sat down on the loveseat and
reviewed my plans for the evening and night and the next four days.  I
waited patiently and finally looked at my watch.  The time was just
six-thirty.  Napoleon's was just a few miles away.  I decided I'd leave her
alone for another ten minutes and then I'd knock on the door.  I didn't
have to wait that long.

   When she opened the door, I stood up.  She walked into the room, stopped
a few feet from me, and slowly turned around.

   "Is this OK, David?" she asked.

   I looked down at her feet - she had on copper-colored high heels; up her
legs - she had on brown pants; and up to her shoulders and chest - she had
a white something or other on her arms and shoulders which was almost
transparent with what looked like a green vest underneath.  The green thing
was open all the way down between her breasts.  Around her neck was a gold
chain with a dangling gold something that hung down just below her breasts.
I finally looked at her face.  Her hair was carelessly parted in the
middle, framing her beautiful face with waves and curls.  I saw she had
something on her earlobes that was a shorter version of the dangler between
her breasts.  I couldn't see any make-up on her face, maybe a little gloss
on her red lips.  She was an unbelievably beautiful woman.  I loved her and
wanted her.

   "I asked you if this is OK, David?" she asked again, grinning at me.  "I
brought a dress too and I'll change if you want me to."

   I still didn't know what to say.  She shrugged the white thing off her
shoulders and it slid part way down her arms.  Her shoulders and arms were
bare and she was even more beautiful.

   "Yeah, I like that white thing," I finally managed to say.  "It looks
good on you."

   She grinned even wider.  "You don't know much about women's clothes, do
you, David?"

   "I don't know anything," I admitted and then hastened to add, "But I
like what you're wearing."

   "Well, the white thing is called a wrap.  It's to keep the goose bumps
off my shoulders if I get under an air-conditioning vent.  Under that, I
have a green halter that's got enough cleavage to give you something to
look at.  I have on brown pants, silk and cotton, that are almost wrinkle
proof.  You can't see any panty lines because I've got on a thong.  On my
feet, I have high-heel copper pumps."

   "I didn't look at your derierre.  What's the gold thingy between your
breasts?"

   "Oh, is that where you're looking?  It's just a bangle, David.  That's
all.  It's meant to draw attention to something I want to accentuate."

   "Well, it works," I admitted.

   At Napoleon's, the maitre d' escorted us through the restaurant to the
patio at the rear.  The two times I'd been at Napoleon's in the past, the
mountains to the west had blocked the late afternoon sun.  Tonight, our
table was already in the shade.  When I made our reservations, I had
requested a table that was away from the small orchestra that played every
Friday night.  Ours was on the outer perimeter of the patio seating area. I
was pleased that, so far, all my plans had worked out.

   I suppose Anna was confused when the waiter began to serve us without
giving us a menu.  I explained that I had planned our dinner with
Jean-Claude.  I had told him about eating the cooking of my grandmèré
L'Héritier in Toulouse.  He had said he would try his best to give us a
meal that was just as good.  He succeeded and gave us a meal that was
probably the best I'd ever had.  Maybe it was the company.

   We sat there and watched the Arizona sky slowly fade from light blue
through darker blue to almost purple, listening to the four Mexican
musicians.  As the night wore on, the music changed into slower tunes and a
few couples ventured out on the patio to dance.  I wanted to dance with
Anna but I didn't want everybody looking at us.  Finally, I decided that,
this magic night, it didn't matter who watched us.  I stood up and held out
my hand to her.  She smiled at me and we began to dance.

   "I'm not very good at this," I said.  "If I step on your toes, will you
forgive me?"

   "I'm not very good at it either, David," she answered, "but together
we'll be wonderful."

   And we were.  We seemed to melt into each other and move as one and I
wasn't conscious of leading her.  At first, there were a few inches between
our bodies but, as one tune slowly changed into another, we moved closer
and closer to each other.  I felt her breasts against my chest, her thighs
against mine, and her hair against my cheek.  And I began to get an
erection.

   "Anna, my mother made me take dancing lessons when I was thirteen," I
whispered.  "Then, at home, she made me practice with her.  I resisted but
tonight I'm glad she did."

   "I'm glad too, David," she whispered back.  "You're a very good dancer."

   "I had a problem with some of the young girls at the dance lessons and I
tried to talk my mother into letting me stop.  She just made me dance with
her until the problem arose with her.  She bought me something and just
made me keep on taking lessons."

   "What was the problem?" she asked.

   "I kept getting erections."

   She slid her hand between our bodies and over the hard bulge down the
leg of my pants.  I stopped dancing for a second until she put her hand
back on my waist.

   "Like the one you're getting now," she said, giggling.

   "Yeah," I whispered.

   "What did she buy you?"

   "A jock strap," I answered.  "I wish I had one now."

   "I don't," she whispered.  "I like it.  It makes dancing more fun."

   We danced for a few more minutes and gradually came to a stop.

   "Are you ready?" I asked.  I didn't think it was necessary to ask what
she was ready for.

   "Yes," she whispered.

   On the ride back to our hotel, she teased me again.

   "You were very handsome in your dress uniform, David," she said.  "I was
proud to be with you.  I think every woman at Napoleon's was watching you,
especially when we were dancing."

   "Well, I saw quite a few men watching us and I don't think they were
looking at me.  I may not know much about women's clothes but I know a
beautiful woman when I see one.  I was proud of you too.  I'm so glad
you're mine.  You're so beautiful, Anna."

   "I'm not yours yet, David," she said.  "There's something we've got to
do first."

   I looked over at her and smiled.  "What have we got to do?  I don't
know."

   "Maybe you can figure it out."

   As soon as we were back in our hotel room, without a word being said, we
started undressing.  She kicked off her high heels and removed her necklace
and earrings.  I followed her example by toe-heeling my dress shoes off
unlaced.  I held her hand for support while I stood on first one leg and
the other and pulled my socks off.  She stood behind me, helped me out of
my coat, folded it neatly, and laid it over the back of a chair.  I helped
her remove her wrap, no big deal, and laid it over my coat.  She took off
my bow tie, then my shirt, and laid them on the chair.  I fumbled my way
through removing her halter and her blouse and then forgot what I was
supposed to do with them, struck by how beautiful her breasts were in her
light blue bra.  She pulled my undershirt over my head and I stood there
unmoving, bare-chested, looking at her breasts.  I was breathing heavier
than normal and my heart rate was faster.  I couldn't tell if she was
reacting the same way.  She tugged on the hair in the center of my chest
and shook her head.

   She took her halter and blouse out of my hand, laid them over our other
clothes, smiled at me until I saw her dimples again, and then undid my
belt. I sucked in my stomach and she unzipped my pants, pushed them down my
thighs, and I pulled one leg out and then the other and kicked my pants
off. She started to pick them up and I caught her wrist and pulled her back
in front of me.  I saw that her pants zipped on the side, so I unzipped
them and pushed them down.  She kicked them to one side.

   I stood for a moment, just looking at her light blue panties and
brassiere until she turned around and showed me that she did have on a
thong.  Her woman's ass was beautiful and, if she ever asked me, not too
big.  She turned around again, did some sort of magic with her hands in
back of her, and held out her brassiere to me.  I looked at her uncovered
breasts long enough to see that her nipples were already erect.  Then I
threw her bra in the corner of the room and we both were down to one piece
of underwear.

   She caught her thong on both sides, slowly peeled it down her hips, and
stopped when her pubic hair began to show.  I pushed my under shorts down
just as far, until the shaft of my penis was barely showing, and then
stopped.  We stood there, grinning at each other, looking up and down,
mostly down.

   She held the back of her hand to her mouth, pretended to yawn, and then
said "I'm sleepy.  Are your ready to go to bed?" I decided I'd had enough
teasing.  I tugged my shorts the rest of the way down, tossed them
somewhere, dropped down on one knee, and stripped her of her last little
bit of blue.  My penis had been engorged but bent down in my undershorts
and, now released, it was erect and pointing upward when I stood up again.

   I wrapped my arms around her with my hands on her big woman's ass,
pressed my hard-on against her stomach, and lowered my head to kiss her. 
She wrapped her arms around me, cupped them under my ass cheeks, tilted her
head up, and met me half way.  We stood there in the middle of the bedroom,
lost in each other and trying to get closer together.

   My penis was pressed to one side until she bent it down, spread her
legs, and released it between them.  It was uncomfortably bent down until I
stooped slightly.  I slid both hands over her ass and used my fingers to
press the shaft against her vulva.  We stood there, naked, straining to get
closer, mouths open to each other, and drowning in desire.  I was about to
take her to the bed and ravish her until I remembered what the Major had
told me and what I wanted to do first.

   I picked her up under her arms, lifted her up until my arms were
straight up, and her belly button was in front of my face.  She squealed;
that's the only way to describe the sound.  I kissed her stomach, lowered
her a little, sucked on first one nipple and then the other, lowered her
until her face was in front of mine, gave her a quick kiss on the lips, and
then, still holding her feet off the floor, walked over to the foot of the
bed.  I let her down and pushed her back on the bed with her calves hanging
off.  She knew what I wanted.  She spread her legs, looking at me, all
serious now, not smiling, and I knew she wanted the same thing I did.  I
walked around the bed, picked up two pillows, put one under her head and
put the other on the floor so I could kneel on it.  Finally, I got down on
my knees between her legs and looked at her pussy.  I couldn't help but
smile.

   "What have you done?" I asked her.

   "Nothing much," she answered.  "I just thought you might like to see
what you're getting into."

   The last time I had seen her naked, she had a dark patch that slightly
obscured the lips to her pussy and crept out on her thighs.  Now her thighs
were smooth and hairless, the hair above her vulva was short and neat, and
her rounded outer lips were just as smooth as her legs.  I could clearly
see her inner lips and they were already glistening, just barely closed at
the top and open further back so I could see the dark red inside.

   "I like your cunt," I said.  "It's beautiful."

   "My what?" she asked.

   "Your cunt," I answered.  "Vulva's too scientific.  Pussy's just too
ordinary.  Tonight, it's your cunt.  It's perfect.  It's beautiful.  It
makes me want to fuck the hell out of you.  It makes me want to bury my
face in it.  It's a cunt.  Damn, it's a perfect beautiful edible fuckable
cunt!"

   She laughed.  "Well, I don't care if you call it my cunt, just as long
as you like it."

   I was about to go down on her when I remembered what I had said I was
going to do.  I lifted one of her legs, slowly kissed and licked my way
from her foot up to the inside of her thigh, and then did the same on the
other leg.  I didn't get in a hurry.  I kissed my way up one leg, on over
her stomach, to her breasts where I lingered for a while, and all the way
to her throat.  I stuck my nose in that dark hair of hers, just even with
her ear and smelled some faint exotic fragrance.  Then I started back down
all the way to the other foot, again bypassing her center, sucked on one
big toe, then the other, and then started back up.

   I licked and kissed her on the inside of both thighs and on the crease
between her thighs and her mons, all around the one place where I wanted to
lick her.  I waited to see if she would give me some signal that she wanted
me to lick her there.  Very shortly, she put her fingers on each side of my
face and, with the gentlest of pressure, guided my head where she wanted me
to be.

   I took a deep breath, inhaling the indescribable smell of an aroused
woman, then used my thumbs to pull apart the little lips, licked her slowly
and gently, and lifted my head to look at her face.  She was lying there
with her eyes closed and a slight smile on her lips.  I closed my eyes and
lowered my mouth to her cunt, that's the word, cunt, cunt, a good
four-letter word for the place where I wanted my mouth.

   I licked her slowly and gently for a while, my eyes closed, delighting
in the taste and smell of her cunt.  But then I began to be uncomfortable
with my neck bent upward in an effort to reach her.  I straightened up for
a moment, grabbed a pillow, and told her to lift her hips.  She smiled at
me, lifted her butt, and I stuffed the pillow under her.  When I resumed my
position between her legs, I found it much easier to get my mouth to her
cunt.  I looked up at her face.  She was watching me.  I winked at her and
started licking again.

   Again, I was slow and gentle but persistent, even when she started
moaning, even when she put her fingertips on each side of my head and kept
me in place.  She began to moan louder and to buck her pelvis at my face
and I just kept licking upward between her little lips to where they met at
her clitoris.  I wanted to see if I could bring her to orgasm using nothing
but my tongue.  Eventually - I had no idea how long - I succeeded.  She
went wild, put her hands on the back of my head and tried to pull my head
into her cunt.

   I rose up, looked first at her face, and then looked down between her
legs.  Her cunt was wide open, pink and red and coral and wet and
glistening.  I knelt there, looking at it, the way it moved like some
creature on its own that was ready to suck my penis into its depths.  I
slowly stoked my penis and tried to will myself to be patient and to do
just what I'd planned.

   "Do you see something you like," Anna asked, and I looked up at her
face. She was still breathing heavily, just as I was.  I stood up, put my
hands behind my back, pushed my hips forward, and asked her, "Do you see
something you like?"

   She just grinned at me.  "Are you ready for your turn?"

   "Uh uh," I answered.  "I'm not finished yet."

   I grabbed both her ankles, lifted and spread her legs, got down on my
knees, and buried my face in her cunt again.  Since talking to the major, I
had decided what I wanted to do to insure that Anna was ready for me.  I
tried to remain coherent and watch her signals.  When she started squirming
and gently bucking her cunt against my face, I hoped that meant she was on
the edge of another orgasm.  So I stopped my efforts, closed my eyes, took
a couple of deep breaths, and tried to keep control of my beast.

   When I stood up, this time, I knew I was about to lose control.  I had
to let the beast loose.  I had to have her and I couldn't keep denying
myself.  I stood there, one hand on my penis, looking at her cunt again.

   "Cunt, that's what it is!" I whispered.

   "Yes, David, it's cunt and cunt wants you," she whispered back.

   "Anna, I can't let you go for a ride yet," I started.  "I've got..."

   "Hush, David, come here," she said before I could finish.  "I
understand. I want you to let the beast loose.  Come fuck me so I can let
my beast loose too."

   She scooted back on the bed, put the pillow back under her head, spread
her legs, knees akimbo, and arms extended toward me.  I crawled up on the
bed, on top of her, and lowered myself down toward her.  I wrapped my hand
around my penis, intending to guide it into her, but she pushed my hand out
of the way, held my penis in both her hands, and guided it to the entrance
to her cunt.

   I pushed into her depths in one long slow exquisitely-pleasurable series
of pushing, withdrawing a little, pushing again, withdrawing, and pushing
until I felt my pelvic bones against hers and my testicles against her ass
cheeks.  Her cunt was slick and hot on my penis and the feeling was so
intense that I wanted to leave it there forever.  I willed myself to remain
motionless, still in control for a few seconds longer.

   While I was sliding my penis into her cunt, I was at the same time
sliding my arms under her back with my hands curled around her shoulders. I
wanted to hold her in place for the fucking I intended to give her.  I
didn't try to hold myself suspended above her; I let my full weight down on
her stomach and breasts.  I rested there for a moment with my head beside
hers, my cheek against hers, my face in her hair and in the pillow.

   Anna wrapped her arms around my chest with one hand behind my head.  She
wrapped those long beautiful smooth legs around my waist and hips, with her
ankles locked and one heel pressing down against my ass.  She squirmed from
side to side, and then moved her pelvis up and down, maybe trying to see if
she could get my penis deeper in her cunt.  Then she too was still and we
just lay there, joined together.

   "Anna, I feel like I'm home," I whispered in her ear.  "I'm where I want
to be and I'm never going to leave you.  From now on, you're mine."

   "You're mine too, David," she whispered back.  "You're mine for the rest
of your life.  Now let your beast loose."

   I started slowly, determined to remain conscious of my flesh inside hers
but I soon lost all restraint and began to fuck her harder.  She fucked
back at me, hunching her pelvis upward as mine was coming downward.  Our
collision was loud and almost painful but I couldn't stop ramming my penis
into her cunt as hard as I could.  I grunted loudly every time I shoved it
in and she echoed me a fraction of a second later.

   All too soon, I started coming and I poured all my wanting and hunger
and needing into her in an agonizing series of spurts.  Just as I felt the
last of my orgasm, she started whimpering and squirming underneath me and I
felt a series of contractions around the shaft of my penis.  I grinned
because I knew she'd come again.

   I collapsed on top of her and then realized I was putting all my weight
on her.  I started to lift up on my elbows but she put both arms around my
chest, wrapped her long legs around mine, and held me close to her.  I
buried my face in her hair with my cheek against hers, closed my eyes, and
relaxed completely.  Gradually my heart stopped pounding, my breathing
slowed down to normal, and I was completely at peace.  I kissed her behind
her ear but that was all the energy I could muster.

   Neither of us said anything or moved for a while.  Finally I lifted my
head and looked down at her face.  Her eyes were open too.  I couldn't
think of anything to say.  Our coupling had been too perfect, too
satisfying, too fulfilling.  Maybe she felt the same way.  I gave her a
quick kiss on her lips, then pulled back, and grinned at her.

   "I love you, Davood," she whispered, using the version of David that my
grandmother called me.  "That's the first time I've ever come with a dick
inside me.  We're going to be good together."

   "I love you too, Anna," I whispered back.  "I want a lifetime of doing
this with you."

   "Did you come, Davood?" she whispered, and grinned back at me.

   "Yeah, couldn't you tell?" I whispered back.

   "Well, why is your dick still hard?"

   It wasn't really hard, not as hard as it had been when I started, but it
was a long way from shrinking back down to its normal size.

   "It's not.  I mean, it's not stiff hard.  I mean, oh merde, I don't know
what I mean.  Do you want me to take it out?  Give me a few minutes and I
can do it some more.  Is that what you want?"

   She smiled at my confusion.  I felt like a little boy, unsure of myself.

   "No, David, I don't want anything else.  Now I know what it's like to be
fucked completely out of my mind.  I want you to leave your dick just where
it is.  It's my dick now, anyway.  It belongs to me.  I just need a few
minutes for my brains to come back in my head."

   "Can I take it back and then give it to you again?  I still want you."

   "You can give it to me as long as you can get it up," she answered. 
"Let's just rest for a few minutes and then I want to go for a ride."

   I put my cheek against hers and my face in her hair, shut my eyes, and
just lay there on top of her, content and happy and at peace with the
world. The word afterglow surfaced in my mind and I smiled because now I
knew what it meant.

   "David, can you reach one of those towels beside the bed?" she asked
after a few minutes.

   "Why?"

   "So nobody has to sleep on a wet spot."

   "Oh," was all I said.  I hadn't thought about the mess we might make.

   "Leave it doubled," she said.  "Spread it out beside us.  Do you think
we can roll over together so I'm on top of you?"

   "Are you ready for your ride?"

   "In a few minutes.  You're a little heavy and I just want to be on top
of you for a while."

   I immediately pushed myself up on my elbows and looked down at her.

   "I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to squash you.  It was just so good to be
close to you."

   "I know.  Now do the towel like I asked you.  Then I want you to hang on
to me when we roll over.  Don't let your dick come out.  OK?"

   I pulled one of the towels off the stack beside the bed and tried to
arrange it like she wanted, all without letting my penis come out of her.
She saw I was having trouble getting the towel spread, so she helped me. 
Between the two of us, we managed to arrange the doubled towel beside us.

   I waited until she had wrapped her arms and legs tightly around me and I
knew she was ready.  Somehow, I managed to roll over with her clinging to
me until I was on my back and she was on top of me.  My penis was still
inside her vagina when we stopped moving.

   She squirmed from side to side and pressed herself down on me and then
snuggled her face in the juncture of my throat and shoulder.  I raised my
knees to tilt my pelvis to get more of my penis into her and at the same
time put my hands on her ass cheeks.  With my fingertips, I could feel the
shaft of my penis where it was encircled by the lips of her pussy.  She
didn't seem in a hurry to move so I didn't either.  I just lay there with
my eyes closed, holding her and smiling to myself, happy to be joined to
her.

   Without losing our connection, she rose up over me, brought her knees up
beside my waist, pushed her hips down on me, and gave out a prolonged
groan. I could feel something inside her pressing down on the head of my
penis and I assumed she had every inch of it in her.  I put my hands on her
thighs and got ready to be ridden.

   And ride me, she did.  Up and down, back and forth, side to side.  I
felt my penis get harder and I wondered if she was going to break it off.
After a couple of minutes, I felt a hot fluid running down around and over
my testicles to the crack of my ass and, I hoped, into the towel.  I
couldn't believe I'd put all that juice in her.

   I didn't try to help her; I just lay there holding her thighs and let
her use me as she pleased.  She gradually got more frenzied and I guessed,
from the way she was groaning, that she was close to coming again.  When it
happened, she stopped with all of my penis inside her and with her internal
muscles contracting around the base.  At least externally, she was frozen
and unmoving, eyes closed, and mouth twisted in a strange smile. 
Internally, her vagina felt like a fist clenching around my penis.  I'd
never felt anything like it.

   When she finally seemed to be finished and opened her eyes, I caught her
by her hips, lifted her up, raised my knees again, and then shoved my penis
up into her again and again.  "Fuck up," she whispered through clenched
teeth.  I smiled and gave her a good fucking up, without any tenderness or
mercy.  When I came, I let my legs flop down flat on the bed, shoved her
down so my penis was engulfed by her and squirted out in her depths again
and again.

   This time, she wanted a towel put between her legs before she rolled off
me.  I squirmed to the side, managed to reach the stack of towels, and, at
her instructions, managed to put one between her legs and mine.  She rolled
off and onto her back and immediately grabbed the towel and tucked it
tightly between her legs.  I looked down at my penis and testicles, saw how
wet they were with our combined juices, and used the towel under me to
clean up the mess.

   We lay there for a while, facing each other, our long legs entwined,
both of us with a towel between our legs.  My towel was covering my penis
and I could feel the last little bit of semen oozing out.  Hers was
covering her vulva and I wondered what was oozing out of her.  Twice I had
squirted out deep in her and I didn't know if it stayed there or gradually
drained out.

   We talked about everything and nothing, skipping from one topic to
another, anything except the fact that I knew I was soon going to be asked
to leave her.  I didn't want to go but I knew I had to if I was going to
live with myself for the rest of my life.  I had to accomplish the task I
had worked toward for years.

   "David, I want to take a shower.  Can you be good while I'm gone?"

   "Why can't I go with you?  I need a shower too.  I can be real good in
the shower."

   "Because I want to do something without you watching me," she said. 
"Something that women do by themselves."

   "What?"

   She shook her head and looked at me with what I guessed was an
exasperated look.

   "Do you want to watch me while I douche?" she asked.  "Somebody has
filled my cunt up with semen.  If you want to do anything else tonight, I
think I'd better clean it out."

   "Damn, good clean pussy, I like that," I said.  "I don't want to watch
you; I want to do it.  Will you let me?"

   She let me.  I kneeled in from of her, holding the little plastic
squirter, and finally finding where to insert it and squeeze.  I had never
thought about a woman needing to do something to flush out a load of sperm.
Maybe she thought it would repel me.  Instead, it just brought my penis
back up to a full erection.

   We played at bathing each other.  I loved the feel of her breasts in my
soapy hands.  Maybe she loved the feel of my hard-on in her soapy hands.  I
loved that too.  It was even more fun when we were pressed against each
other and I was sliding my penis up and down against her soapy stomach.

   She had put a shower cap over her hair while we bathed.  Now, back in
the bedroom, she bent over slightly looking for her hair brush in her
suitcase.  I stood there admiring the rear view until she turned around. 
Then I admired the front view while she brushed her hair.

   Together we straightened the bed, threw the damp towels in the bathroom,
and looked for but didn't find a wet spot.  She crawled in on one side, I
crawled in on the other, and we met in the middle.  We managed to interlace
our arms and legs until we were close to each other, my hard-on against her
stomach, her breasts against my chest, and our faces only inches apart.  We
lay there, not saying anything, just smiling at each other.

   "Do you want to play some more?" she asked.

   "Yeah!"

   "What do you want to do?"

   "Everything!"

   Maybe we didn't do everything but we tried.  I coaxed her into a
soixante-neuf with her on top.  She held my testicles with one hand and my
penis with the other and tried to suck the head off.  I almost couldn't
enjoy it with her trying to suffocate me with her cunt.  We both decided we
didn't like that arrangement because we couldn't concentrate on what we
were feeling.

   She crawled down between my legs and tried to drive me crazy with her
mouth and hands.  I just lay there with my eyes closed and loved what she
was doing.  After a few minutes, I laid down flat on my back and insisted
on her straddling my head with her legs spread wide until her pussy settled
on my mouth.  I liked it better because I could lick upwards over her
vaginal lips to her clitoris.  From the way she squirmed and tried to
smother me again, I think she liked it better too.

   We took a break and raided the little refrigerator for a bottle of
orange juice.  We stood there, with her holding my penis and me with my
hand cupping her vulva and with my index finger in her vagina, passing the
OJ back and forth.

   She wanted me to fuck her doggy fashion but she threatened to rip my
balls off if I hurt her.  She buried her head in a pillow and stuck her ass
up in the air and I gradually worked my penis into her while she moaned and
groaned.  I stopped while there was an inch or so between us but she wanted
more.  She reached back under her and tugged on my testicles until the
front of my thighs were against the back of hers and all I could see
between us was my pubic hair.  I didn't want to hurt her but I didn't want
to have my balls ripped off either.  Then she made me fuck her slowly and
each time my penis slid into her she pressed my balls against her.  I could
have done that all night.

   Maybe she got tired of our position.  After a while, she flopped down on
the bed and turned her butt toward me.  I wasn't tired.  I spooned up
behind her, lifted her leg, and finally managed to get my penis back in
her. I held her leg in the air and fucked her slowly and gently while she
moaned some more.

   I decided to try something else.  I pulled her right leg back over mine
and then pulled her right shoulder so that she was half turned toward me
with her arm around my neck.  I leaned over her and found her mouth with
mine and we played tongue-tag for a while.  Then I bent over further and
found the hard nipple of her right breast and sucked on that.  I slid my
hand downward on her stomach and felt where my dick was partially inside
her.  It was perfect, just what I wanted.  I could kiss her, use my mouth
on her right breast, use the fingers on my right hand to play with the lips
of her pussy where they surrounded my dick, and last, the best, my dick
could slide into her just deep enough to stay there if I was careful.

   I fastened my lips on one hard little nipple, slid a couple of fingers
over the little ridge at the top of her pussy, started rubbing in a
circular motion, and then started thrusting into her.  Everything else in
the world went away and I got faster and faster until I began to feel the
need for release.

   "That's so fucking good, Davood," I heard her whisper.

   I don't suppose an answer was needed but I grunted "Uh huh," anyway.

   "Slow down a little, please," she whispered again.  "It's so good, make
it last."

   I did what she asked.  I tried to be as slow and gentle as I could, just
sucking, stroking, fucking, all at the same time.  It was something new to
me and it was too good to last.  It must have been just as good for her. 
After a minute or so, she put her hand on top of mine and pressed my
fingers down on her clitoris.  I felt her internal muscles squeezing on the
shaft of my dick and I held still and let her have her fun.

   We lay there joined together for a while.  I wanted so much to mount her
and fuck her to oblivion again but I waited patiently until she gave me a
signal that it was my turn.  After a while, she pulled away from me, rolled
onto her back, spread her legs, and held out her arms in invitation.

   "I want to let the beast loose again, Anna," I whispered.  "Is that OK
with you?"

   "Yes, Davood," she whispered.  "Fuck me out of my mind again.  Tell the
world to go to hell because David loves Anna and Anna loves David."

   I rolled on top of her, suspended over her on my hands and knees, and
waited for her to do something.  She grinned up at me, reached between our
bodies, took my hard slick penis in her hand, and guided it into her slick
cauldron of a cunt.  I collapsed onto her, my chest against her soft
breasts, my belly against hers, my pubic bones pressed painfully against
hers.  I took a couple of deep breaths and began to fuck her in long slow
easy strokes.

   Gradually I lost myself in the fucking of her and time and space and all
of the world ceased to exist and I was nothing but a swollen-to-bursting
penis moving in and out of her liquid cunt and a pair of aching testicles
bouncing off her soft ass and it was all so good and rich and right and
wonderful and I all-too-soon knew I was about to come and then I felt one
exquisitely-pleasurable pulse of my orgasm and the welcoming squeeze of
Anna's orgasm and then, in the split second between pulses, I felt myself
dissolve, melt, flow into one and unite with Anna and I was no longer I or
me but we, us, joined into one, and I knew I loved our two separate halves
but it was glory to be reunited and I felt the second pulse as my penis
spat out again from my balls and my cervix gasped to swallow my ejaculate
into my womb and I knew we were one and I felt our joined love for our two
separate halves explode as my penis/cervix convulsed again and then I slid
back out of oneness with her and I was David again and my penis spat on her
cervix again and again and I felt the contractions of her vagina around my
penis as her cervix convulsed to swallow my sperm and I was satisfied to be
a separate half because I knew I had been joined in love with Anna and we
had been one for a second and I knew without a doubt that we would be
joined into one many times in our future lives.  We were one, forever and
forever, in love.  Our heart's desire, joined.  We were one.

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