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 Let The Joyous News Be Spread The Wicked Old Witch At Last Is Dead!!!!

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   Glasage et Noir

   Chapter 6



   As I followed her into the room, Carrie stopped her backward motion and
pulled me to her.  She put her arms around me and tilted her chin up,
accepting the kiss I gave her.  We stood like that for several seconds,
savoring the intimacy and heat from our connection.

   I gently broke the kiss, and leaned my head back, looking carefully into
Carrie's eyes.  She returned my look, her eyelids somewhat heavy and her
lips parted.

   I could easily see that her headlights were on.

   So were mine.

   Her hand went to my chest and her fingers found my nipples.  She gently
rubbed her thumbs back and forth across them, sending shivers straight to
my cock with each flick.  I closed my eyes and savored the sensation.

   I was fully erect.

   Carrie stopped moving.

   I opened my eyes.

   "Arthur, would you do something for me", she asked, with a small smile
playing around her mouth.

   "Uhm...sure, you bet!" I said.  "What?"

   Her smile widened, and instead of saying anything in response, Carrie
reached down with both hands and grasped her top, lifting it smoothly off
over her head in one fluid motion.

   I think I got harder.

   Her breasts were the pictures you see in the Dictionary next to the word
"gorgeous".

   Go ahead.

   Look it up.

   You'll see.

   She's all that!

   Her nipples were almost brown, and her skin was a very pale olive.  Her
breasts hung perfectly on her chest, each one defined against a well-toned
set of pecks.

   Her stomach was flat and just slightly defined, an excellent example of
a swimmers form.

   It was plain that she enjoyed my appraisal.  I could see that she was
getting very turned on by my stare.

   She stood still for only a few moments while I ogled.

   As soon as I looked back in her eyes, Carries smile turned into a grin,
and she put her hands on the waistband of her shorts and pushed them
straight down and off, turning and stepping smartly out of them and tossing
them toward a chair near her bed.  She then kicked her sandals in the same
direction, one after the other.

   In only a few moments, I went from being dressed with a lady to having a
naked goddess on my hands.

   I was okay with this.

   As she turned back in my direction, I could see all of her.

   She was shaved.

   Completely.

   Beautifully.

   Perfectly.

   I think my heart stopped for a moment I'm not sure.

   I beheld a most amazingly wonderful and beautiful pair of bald pussy
lips.  I think I may have started drooling.

   Carrie started chuckling, soft and low.

   I realized that I had come to a complete stop, not moving anything but
my eyes.  I think my breathing may have become a bit strained because I
could hear wind blowing, only realizing it was my own nostrils creating the
sound when Carrie stopped chuckling and started outright laughing.

   "Oh, Arthur, you may be the very best thing that has happened to my ego
this decade!" she laughed.  "You look like you've found a thousand dollars
in an old wallet!"

   I was slowly burning and I was certain it was plain to see.  I looked
slowly up Carries goddess body until I was once again looking in her eyes.
The warmth and passion I beheld there was like a tonic to me, I felt energy
flooding into my body like I was connected to a livewire.

   Carrie stepped up to me and pulled my face to hers.  Her hands found the
hem of my shirt, pulling it upwards.  When it was plain that she would have
it off of me, I broke our kiss long enough to let it come over my head.  As
soon as it was off, Carrie dropped it to the floor and put her lips back on
mine.  Her hands went back to my nipples, her thumbs once again playing
them like they were flippers on a pinball machine.

   I started to get busy as well.  My hands found Carrie's breasts, gently
cupping them and lightly squeezing.  They felt wonderful.  I was so
entranced that it came as a surprise when I felt Carrie's hands on the
button of my shorts.  She deftly parted the button and pulled the zipper
down.  All they needed then was the pushing back that she gave and they
headed for the floor all on their own.

   I had gotten in the habit of never wearing underwear after work.  This
was now a very good thing because no sooner did my shorts hit the floor
than Carrie's hand was wrapped around my shaft.

   Heaven.

   As I look back on it now, I am astonished that I did not immediately
shoot off all over her belly.

   I thought sure that I would go up in flame.  The passion I felt was
clear to Carrie because I was desperately seeking her tonsils and she was
just as desperately sucking my tongue out of my mouth.  I was lost in her
and did not want to be found.

   I kicked my shorts aside.

   Carrie started a very gentle and slow jacking of my cock, carefully
moving her hand only a few millimeters at a time.

   She had my complete attention.

   As much as I enjoyed what we were doing, I wanted to stop.

   I moved my hands to Carrie's face, and gently pushed myself away from
it. She let me go and looked in my eyes, not stopping what she was doing to
my shaft.

   I reached down and put my hand over hers, stopping her motion.  She
resisted for a moment, and then stopped, smiling up at me.

   "Arthur, is there something wrong" she asked with a smirk.

   I caught my breath and answered her, "No.  Everything is just right.  I
just need to ask a question."

   Carrie stepped back, put her hands by her sides and waited for me to
continue.  Her face was still flushed and her eyes still heavy with
passion, but her attitude was fully alert.

   "I need to know," I started, "if it is safe for us to do this?"

   The look of puzzlement on her face would have been funny in another
circumstance.  At this moment, I was concerned that it could too soon turn
into a look of consternation and bring a halt to the fire in our bodies.

   Suddenly her face lit up with a smile.

   Did I mention that she is a goddess?

   ("I'm in He-eh-eh-ven-n I'm in He-eh-eh-ven I'm in He-eh-eh-ven-n When
you smile! When you smile!")

   "I think I know what you mean, Arthur, and yes, this is safe to do.  I
had a complete work up before I came down and I am free and clear" she
said. "And.." she continued, "I'm on the pill!"

   She laughed.  "Now, tell me about you!" She laughed harder.  "I cannot
imagine you having the poor judgment to be afflicted, but you never know!"

   Her laughter subsided when she saw the flash of pain in my eyes.  She
was instantly in my arms and asking me, "What?  What is it, Arthur?" She
waited while I gathered my thoughts.

   I had several things on my mind, and I was now sorry that I had let
things get so far advanced without first having done my homework.

   "Carrie, are you seeing anybody?" I asked.  "Because, if you are, I
don't want to be number 2.  I would rather we just be friends in that case,
and not be lovers" I finished.

   Carries eyes got very sparkly.

   I started mentally berating myself for being so cautious and so careful.
I thought sure that I had hurt her feelings and would now pay for it.  I
could see the beginnings of tears in the corners of her eyes and I was sure
that she would start crying any moment.

   I know what it is to be hurt.  My hurt was now coming out in a way that
could damage this fledgling relationship.  I did not want that to happen.
What I wanted most of all was to keep myself from knowingly stepping into a
world of shit.

   I realized that my eyes also were very sparkly.  They even started
leaking a tiny bit.

   Carrie buried her face in my chest and put her arms around me in a vise
like grip.  I responded by hugging her back, which only made my eyes leak
more.  Her breathing was labored and I could feel her body going through
very gentle tremors.

   "Arthur", she said, her voice broken and raspy, "I'm sorry you were
hurt. I know what that's like.  I don't want a number two, either."



   I could not account for what was happening to me.  I knew for a fact
that I had never been in this situation before.  I could not recall ever
having my feelings so close to the surface and my heart so obviously on my
sleeve.

   I could feel her jaw working as she kept her fierce hold on me and
continued speaking.  "I don't have anybody in my life, Arthur.  I came down
here to start over.  My life had become so heavy and so crummy.  If I
hadn't found my way to school, I don't know what my life would be right
now."

   She was slowly becoming calmer as she spoke.  So was I.  I could feel my
heart getting softer and my breathing even out.  My eyes were starting to
dry.

   I decided to take a chance.

   "Carrie, I want to stay with you tonight.  There is no place I would
rather be." I waited two beats, then continued.  "Tomorrow will come, and I
will need to leave here."

   She waited for me to go on.

   "I will want to come back, though.  Probably every day" I said.

   I could feel her sharp intake of breath.  Her hands went to my hips and
grasped as she brought her head back up and locked her lips on mine.  Her
body pressed against me, and only then did I realize that I had grown soft
during the last few minutes.

   I didn't stay soft.

   Carrie broke our kiss, and leaned back a bit so that she could
comfortably look me in the eye.

   "Arthur, I want that.  I want you to come back," she said.  "Every day."

   My heart was now pounding.

   My body felt like it was on fire and I could sense a need rising in it.

   So could Carrie.

   She put her hand around my cock again, this time leaning away from me
and moving toward her bed.  Her firm grasp on me compelled me to follow.

   I was willing to follow!  lol

   I guess "eager" would be a more apt description.  I suppose we made a
somewhat comical sight as we moved the few feet to her bed.  Carrie did not
let go of me as she carefully moved into a sitting position at the edge of
the bed.  When she was seated, she pulled me to stand in front of her.  She
now looked closely at my cock, seeming to be seeing it for the very first
time.

   "Oh, Arthur!  You look happy to be here!" she said with a throaty
chuckle.  She looked up to my eyes and said, "I like it when you're happy,
Arthur!" And with that she looked back at my cock and promptly put the head
of it in her mouth, applying the most intense suction I had ever felt.  I
was immediately on the verge.  She slid down my cock till I could feel her
nose in my short hairs.  All the while, her tongue was moving a zillion
miles an hour on the underside of my cock.

   Verge, hell.

   I exploded.

   I came, for sure, but, in truth, I exploded.

   The feeling was so intense that I roared my pleasure.

   I think they may have heard me all the way over to the Rental Office.

   Carrie was moaning very softly, continuing to suck me with remarkable
energy.  She did not stop until I was all done.

   She was loudly swallowing.

   In a small part of my mind, I was fully alert and running in normal
fashion.  I knew that it was very early Thursday morning, April 6, 1981.  I
knew that I had to be at work in approximately thirteen hours, and that I
would need to get going on next weeks schedule because Chef Peter was still
on vacation and would be next week as well.  I knew that I needed to do
laundry during the day in order to stay well ahead of my need for clean
clothing.

   All of that stuff was just part of how I happened to be Arthur Hayes.

   And it was important to me to acknowledge all that because I was pretty
sure I had just fallen in love.

   Completely.

   Utterly.

   Irrevocably.

   Gosh.

   Talk about things changing!  Remember how I said at the beginning of
this telling, things changed on a Thursday?

   Well.

   Now you know the "rest of the story".  lol

   Worry not!

   It sure don't end here.

   Carrie was still nursing on my shriveled cock all the while I was
ruminating.

   And recovering!  lol

   She very gently gave it one last suck and let it go.

   She looked up at me, opening her eyes for the first time since taking my
manhood into her mouth.  Her eyes held a look that I was later to know very
well, but which mystified me at that moment.  I suppose I was a little bit
overwhelmed by the potent series of emotions that I had experienced over
the past half hour.

   Not to mention the blowjob of the century!!  lol

   Carrie licked her lips and made a show of swallowing again.  She looked
again at my soft cock, then back to my eyes.  Now there was a very merry
sparkle in her eyes.

   "Arthur," she asked, "do you have any idea how big a compliment you just
gave me?" She chuckled melodiously.  "Golly, you make me feel like I am the
only woman on earth!" She laughed out loud.  "I like that feeling, Arthur."

   For answer, I softly dropped to my knees before her.  I put my hand
behind her head and pulled her face to mine, kissing her deeply and doing
my best to find her tonsils with my tongue.  I tasted me in her mouth.  She
kissed me back and held the back of my head with both hands.  I moved one
hand to her breast, gently grasping the nipple and lightly squeezing it. 
Carrie immediately started humming into my mouth and her tongue tried to
get into my throat.  Her hands were furiously traveling back and forth over
my head.

   A hunger overcame me.

   I felt like a predator on the scent.

   I was keenly aware of exactly which scent I was tracking!  lol

   I gently disengaged Carries lips and softly pushed against her to have
her lay back on the bed.  She did not resist me, but promptly complied with
my desire.

   I did not immediately follow her down, but stayed back a few moments so
that I could get a very good look at this goddess who had such complete
control of me.

   She was stunning to look at.  Her breasts were firm and high, sitting
proudly on her magnificent chest.  Her breath was deep and her stomach
lifted and fell with each intake and expulsion.  I looked carefully at her
torso, her hips, her pussy and her legs.  I did not neglect to look at what
I considered to be perfect feet as well.

   When I looked back to her eyes they showed the same look that had
mystified me just a few minutes before.  I couldn't fathom it so I just
went on with what I wanted to do next.

   Without a word I put my hands on her knees, gently pushing them away
from one another.  Carrie smiled wide and let me have my way.  I kissed her
left knee where it joined her thigh.  I slowly trailed kisses upwards from
there, stopping every few inches to lightly lick her skin.  She tasted like
what I imagine goddesses taste like: Heavenly.

   As I approached her crotch, she began a small moaning in the back of her
throat.  Her pussy was showing a good deal of moisture and her scent was
affecting me like I was a stallion and she a mare in heat.  I put my mouth
directly on her pussy lips, inserting my tongue between them and licking
gently upwards, tasting her and playing the tip on her clit.  She jerked
and moaned, so I backed off of her clit and put my tongue in her hole.  She
moaned louder and started moving under my tongue.  I thought to hold still
for a moment and was rewarded with Carrie's louder moaning as she moved
herself against my sawing tongue, making sure it moved now over her clit
and then over her hole, back and forth, back and forth.

   ("How can it be permissible? She compromised my principle! Yeah, Yeah!
That kind of love is mythical! She's anything but typical-l-l-l!!!")

   I simply needed to put my hands on her breasts, gripping her nipples and
squeezing them in a pulse like fashion.  Carrie obviously liked this
because she went into overdrive on my tongue and started screaming.  Her
pussy gushed all over my face, drenching me with her juice and making me
all the more enthused.

   Pussy has a way of motivating me when little else will do.

   Not that I was suffering from any lack of motivation!  lol

   I continued gently sucking on her pussy until her screaming stopped. 
She reached down and pushed lightly against my head to back me off of her.
As soon as I let her pussy go, she was moving down to put her lips on mine.
She was licking my lips, tasting herself on me.

   "If this is a dream," I thought, "I need to stay asleep for a decade or
so." Carrie's lips were bonded to mine.  We stayed like that for a minute
or so; then we just held each other in a soft embrace.

   Carrie broke the silence.

   "Arthur..." she began.  Her face was against my shoulder, her arms
around me holding me tight.  "I have never done that before.  Never.  What
did you do?" she asked.

   I wasn't sure what to say.  I felt like I was on the spot and
desperately searched my mind for an answer.  Never?  Wow.  Never what?

   I applied my genius to the problem.

   "Never what?" I asked her.

   Carrie lifted her head and met my eyes.  She was leaking from her eyes,
but she was smiling.

   "I have never come like that before in this life.  Never." She looked
away, then to me.  "I think I may be in love," she said.

   Her face did not reflect the shock that I instantly felt.

   Love?

   Did she actually say that?

   Praise God!

   I made another snap decision.

   "I think I may be in love, too.  In fact, I know it," I said.

   Carrie's eyes lit up like Broadway.  "Oh, Arthur, please tell me you're
not just saying that?  Please, please don't tease me like that!" she said.

   She put her hand on mine and squeezed it tight.  "I don't mean to move
so fast, but I can't help it, you affect me so much, I don't know how to
act!"

   Her eyes were now getting sparklier.

   She looked away.  Her hands were working overtime on squeezing and
grasping mine.  I could see her shoulders begin to shake and I didn't
think, I just reached out and grabbed her to me.  She immediately started
sobbing against me, deep shuddering groans with labored breathing and
catching in her voice.  "Arthur..." She tried to speak but could not keep
her voice from breaking.  I held her and tried to quiet her but she would
not stop talking, even though she had to fight through her sobs to get her
words out.

   "Arthur..(sob), I have been so lonely..(sob), (hiccup), and when I saw
you at the pool, you looked (sob, hiccup) so good, so (hiccup) strong and
handsome (sob, giggle) that I knew I wanted you.  (sob) When I realized you
must be Chris' roommate, I was so happy.  (hiccup) I knew we would meet and
maybe get to know each other.  (hiccup)" She made a small sound of disgust.
"Shit, I am leaking and gushing like a twelve year old!" With that she
started laughing, and I laughed with her.

   She rubbed her hand over her face, then put her other hand to the same
work.  She collected most of her moisture and simply wiped her hands on her
bedspread.  She no sooner did this than she stopped, frozen in place.  She
looked at me and started laughing, going straight into belly laughs.

   I joined her.  We started whooping.

   We sat there on her bed, nekkid as jaybirds, laughing like lunatics.

   Once you've fallen in love, is there a limit to how deep you can sink?

   Does love have a bottom?

   I guessed that I would find out...

   ("I wanna live with the Cinnamon Girl

   I can be happy the rest of my life

   With the Cinnamon Girl....")



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