Standing in front of the mirror, I had just lifted my razor
when I caught sight of Anne out of the corner of my eye. She
wasn't dressed yet, and was only wearing her teal blue nylon
camisole and string bikini. I sighed inwardly. We were going to
be late. She couldn't go dressed in her camisole, no matter how
pretty she looked. Her lace edged camisole had tiny spaghetti
straps. I just finished rinsing shaving cream off my face when
Anne materialized behind me and yelled, 'Gotcha!' as she jabbed
the ticklishly bare skin of my torso. 

    I went over to the bed and and we wrestled, though I mostly
tried to get in plenty of body contact. Anne didn't mind, but
just giggled and fought back. At one point she was about to crawl
away, so I grabbed the waistband on her white bikini. Her hip
hugging panties were trimmed with matching lace. 

    I was really surprised when she didn't stop but just wiggled
right out of them. I was left just holding the silky things when
she turned and attacked me. I was really turned on by this, so I
sort of let her have her way. In no time she was sitting
pantyless on my chest. 

    She pinned my arms to the bed and said, 'I gotcha now!'

    We sat together on the couch, not quite touching. Anne
reached out, touching my cheek, and in turn I caressed her wavy
red hair. In an instant, our lips met, and my arms went around
her, caressing her torso through the silky fabric of her
camisole. Our tongues met and swirled together while I cupped her
sweet little breasts in my palms.

    'Okay,' Anne said. She lifted her head. 'Okay? Now?'

    'Now.'

    She sat up and let me do it my way. I pulled her over and
tucked her under me. Her legs spread. I rose, on my knees,
between them. She held my penis lightly, just guiding. I lowered
my hips, touched, then slid on in. She was slick and mossy, tight
yet not tight. The entrance was exquisite.I clamped on my teeth,
thinking I was going to lose it right then. She sensed it, and
held still. I pulled back from the edge, then was okay. I moved
in her once, going in so deepI thought I touched bone, then
slowly sliding back till I was almost out of her. She moaned.
'Oh, God,' she said.

    I realized I was holding my breath. I let it go with a
whoosh, and laughed. Anne laughed too. Then we laughed together,
into each others faces. We were celebrating the sheer joy of it,
this wonderful thing we had together. I quit laughing and moved
into Anne again. Her hips responded. And then we were together,
meshing. Like we'd done it together a thousand times before. Yet,
at the same time there was a touch of newness, discovering; the
best of both. Incredible.

    Our hips were thrashing. I couldn't have described the things
Anne was doing down there. Tricks with her inner muscles, I
didn't know. We were making sounds, slapping, slurping. Her
thighs were hugging, high on my back. Her hands made trails on my
back and squeezed my buttocks. Her mouth sealed on mine, and she
sucked on my tongue. It was as if she was trying to swallow me,
take all of me inside her, not just my penis.

    She squirmed around, enveloping my rod, wriggling in the most
complex, obscenely imaginable ways. Finally, there was a shout of
lusty joy from Anne as her rockets ignited and she went off into
orbit. She was shaking with glee, whispering the most delicious
ecstacies in my ear whenever she'd remove her tongue for a
moment. I kept riding her, slowing a bit. Finally, Anne pushed
gently at my chest. When I rolled sideways, she moaned, and the
most beatific smile lit up her face.

    Then she knelt between my legs, propping her arms on my
thighs as if they were armrests. Then Anne attacked my rampant
cock as I watched. Her eyes were closed, and her red hair fell
loosely around her cheeks as she ran my cock in and out of her
mouth.

    Soon my hips were twitching involuntarily with excitement.
Anne stopped deep-throating me and instead concentrated on 
bathing my tender underside with her lips and tongue.

    'Okay,' Anne said. She lifted her head. 'Okay? Now?'

    'Now.'

    She sat up and let me do it my way. I pulled her over and
tucked her under me. Her legs spread. I rose, on my knees,
between them. She held my penis lightly, just guiding. I lowered
my hips, touched, then slid on in. She was slick and mossy, tight
yet not tight. The entrance was exquisite.I clamped on my teeth,
thinking I was going to lose it right then. She sensed it, and
held still. I pulled back from the edge, then was okay. I moved
in her once, going in so deepI thought I touched bone, then
slowly sliding back till I was almost out of her. She moaned.
'Oh, God,' she said.

    I realized I was holding my breath. I let it go with a
whoosh, and laughed. Anne laughed too. Then we laughed together,
into each others faces. We were celebrating the sheer joy of it,
this wonderful thing we had together. I quit laughing and moved
into Anne again. Her hips responded. And then we were together,
meshing. Like we'd done it together a thousand times before. Yet,
at the same time there was a touch of newness, discovering; the
best of both. Incredible.

    Our hips were thrashing. I couldn't have described the things
Anne was doing down there. Tricks with her inner muscles, I
didn't know. We were making sounds, slapping, slurping. Her
thighs were hugging, high on my back. Her hands made trails on my
back and squeezed my buttocks. Her mouth sealed on mine, and she
sucked on my tongue. It was as if she was trying to swallow me,
take all of me inside her, not just my penis.

    When she came, she let out little whimpering gasps as her
whole body shuddered. The spasms of her pussy drew the come right
out of my cock as I too was enveloped in orgasm.