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Greetings, and first may I say that your tireless (and vastly
underappreciated) efforts truly make the alt.sex.stories.* heirarchy
worth reading in a mountain of spam? (Also note that this applies to
BOTH recipients.:)
This is, as stated, my first submission to ASSM. If I am doing
anything wrong, (like this is SUPPOSED to be 'just the story') please
inform me and I will correct my methods.
I won't say 'be gentle':), in fact, be very critical; this story
started out as an eight-part love letter to my fiancee (yes, 'Mikel' and
'Nadine' are real people) and despite the assistance of one of Celeste's
kindly and thoughtful proofreaders, I still wonder if this has enough
appeal to the *rest* of the net... I've got plenty of other ideas, so
if you think my time would be better served not pursuing this story-line
further, feel free to tell me (yes, Nadine knows and approves...she's
just annoyed I'm using aliases:)
Thank you in advance for your consideration, assistance, attention,
whatever.
I remain,
'Empath'
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{empath} "A Birthday Wish Come True" ( M/F oral rom ) [1/4]
Copyright 1997, by Empath
WARNING:
This narrative contains subject matter that has been deemed
unfit for the perusal of those under the age of majority. A
good rule of thumb to follow is if you are unable to vote where
you live, don't take the risk of getting caught reading this.
(That also covers the less.'enlightened' of the world's
governments.)
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He entered the lobby, nervous at what he was planning, but
also eager to complete it successfully and see how she handled
it. He ran a gloved hand over the frosted intercom panel,
stopping and pressing one labeled "9 - Sanders" and cleared his
throat.
"Yes?" It was the sound he'd fallen in love with - the
voice of this woman he'd never met, but knew as intimately as he
knew himself.
He immediately assumed the lazy Southern drawl he'd been
practicing, covering his normally flat voice. "Phone company,
miss. You a 'Ms. Sanders' who wants a second line installed?"
"Oh, yes; you're early - the person at the office said this
afternoon-" the disembodied voice replied.
"Well, yer lucky; my first call was supposed to be a repair
job that'd take all morning, but they cancelled." He was having
trouble not adding small things like "darling" or "my lovely
lap-dancer".
"Good; the sooner I get the line installed, the sooner I
can log-on and-" The rest of her plans were drowned out by a
harsh metallic buzz. He grabbed his toolbox and reached to open
the door, unable to suppress a grin at the irony of her
statement. He breathed deeply as he mounted the half-flight of
stairs, shaking his head to rid himself of any stage fright.
He'd always worried about the wrong things before - surely this
meant that all would go well? The hard part was getting his
body to believe it.
He concentrated on projecting the image of an American
phone technician on his first job of the day. A coil of cable
was over his left shoulder, a large tool-case in his right hand
and blue, insulated coveralls obscuring his body from neck to
ankle. A hard hat covered his dark hair - 'she'd spot that
right away after what she said upon getting my picture' he
thought - and to complete the facade a worn, weathered clipboard
in his left hand.
He stepped to the correct door, stuck his gloves in a
pocket, placed his toolbox on the floor, and rapped on the door.
To add to the illusion, he stood on his toes - adding to his
apparent height. He also grabbed a pen from his chest pocket
and started 'writing' on the clipboard held *just* in between
the fish-eye and his face - right-handed to further lull his
prey from detecting her "Grammar-Checker".
He was rewarded with a series of clicks and the door
opened. "I'd like the plug near the table over there-" she said
as she pointed back into the apartment, and gasped as the 'phone
technician' dropped his things and hugged her, surprising her
with a deep, passionate kiss. She felt the bristle of his
moustache, myopically saw the small scar on his cheek, and
stopped resisting. When they ran out of breath, they separated
and she cried out his name with a child-like look of delight on
her face. "What ARE you doing here?"
"Gee, what do you THINK, lover? We've both been champing
at the bit to meet finally."
"How'd you do all this?"
"Simple - you mentioned that you were finally getting an
ISP and extra phone line. I stayed at that motel just outside
Geneva and waited to see a phone company van to go by - handy
thing, you living in a small town. I was lucky enough for it to
pull into a gas station on the way. When the driver went in to
pay, I slipped up and took a peek at the work orders."
"But what if I'd have been the first client of the day, or
if he hadn't stopped?"
"Just lucky I guess - there's only so much planning you can
do. Anyway, happy birthday."
They kissed again. "Thank you; it's not 'til Wednesday,
but I think this is a wonderful gift. One question remains -
how could you even afford a plane ticket? You never got that
work term in Kansas City!"
"Well, there's an interesting story that will explain my
ability to be with the one I love...but that will wait for
lunch; right now we've got some things to attend to." His mouth
curled into a salacious, wolf-like grin - showing her what he'd
meant every time he added "<sg>" to an email comment. He turned
to grab his things in the hall and was rewarded with a slap on
the buttocks.
"Hello?"
"Hmmm, looks better in person," she replied.
"Well, it's had some exercise since my last batch of photos
- I was hoping to surprise you when you picked me up at the
airport."
"But you called and said your school could only get work
terms for six students with the government," the woman pressed.
"Yes, that was true, BUT this will wait 'til we're eating a
meal." He dropped his tools and pulled her into his embrace.
He kissed her again, his tongue lancing between her lips and
sliding across her teeth to brush lightly against hers. She
moaned, and massaged his shoulder blades, stroking up and down
his back. He broke off, stood back to behold her in her comfy
clothes of a sweat suit, and growled like a great cat. "You
look even more beautiful than I'd hoped!"
"Liar; even you've gotta admit that my choice of clothing
leaves something to be desired."
"On the contrary, your apparel is loose enough to let the
imagination work away, yet tight enough to show off your lovely
curves. You are inarguably the most gorgeous woman I've ever
beheld," he spoke with absolute sincerity.
"Even?" she asked, worried of his response.
"Yes, even Angela. She was only a girl - she never lived
long enough to mature into a woman. I admired her lithe,
athletic form, and she had a cute face, but even my rose-tinted
memories of her pale when gaze upon your lovely body."
"And you're okay?" she pressed, concerned.
His features softened from lust to appreciation. "Yes, and
thank you for caring to ask. I still regret her death - the
world became just slightly colder and impersonal when she passed
away, but I don't feel pain when I think of our time together.
I *certainly* don't blame myself anymore - just remember that
you're doing all the driving when we're together!" he exclaimed
with a grin creasing his features, dimples just barely forming
beyond the ends of his moustache.
She smiled, relieved at his happiness. "Good, and now..."
she let the last word linger seductively. He responded to this
with a throaty bark, shot forward and gathered her up in his
arms. He then proceeded to glance around in comical confusion.
"Um, this seemed like a good idea at the time - which way to
your 'place d'amour'?"
She glanced pointedly in the correct direction and wrapped
her arms around his neck. He whipped his head back, dislodging
his hard hat. They proceeded swiftly into her boudoir. He
dumped her unceremoniously onto the bed, looking up to admire
the furnishing. "A genuine four-poster..." He stroked one of
the ornate posts supporting the canopy above them.
"I found it at a rummage sale - it wasn't too expensive,
and has been quite useful in the past," she purred, loosening
her clothing and kicking off her slippers. He glanced back to
her, his eyes raking possessively over her body as he shrugged
out of his coveralls, clad only in a pair of tented jockey
shorts.
"My, grandma what a big-" she intoned in a 'little girl
voice', not much different from her normal mode of speech. "All
the better to *love* you with, dearie," he retorted in the
breaking half-screech of an elderly woman. He ripped off his
boots and kicked free of his jump suit, and walked up to the
bed. She started to pull off her top, but he stopped her. "Let
me," he commanded, and started to stroke her belly, sliding his
hands underneath the sweatshirt. "Mmmmmm," she purred.
"You sure you haven't studied massage?"
"Nothing specific, but I've learned what feels good. Oh,
and remember - it's been seven years; I'm out of practice." He
started to push the top upwards gradually as he continued
kneading her flesh. "I'm sure you've got preferences, so feel
free to let me know if I could do anything better."
"Ohhhh, I can't think of anything yet..."
He took another couple of minutes to bring the sweater up
to her shoulders, avoiding her breasts the whole time. He then
snapped her arms up, whipped off the article of clothing, and
extricated her glasses from it, replacing them over her eyes.
She held her breath, expectantly.
"Ahhhh - Beautiful," he breathed as his fingertips traced
delicate patterns around the two globes in front of him.
"You're sure they're not too small for my body?" was the
concerned question.
"Hardly, they're fantastic - remember the line from _Weird
Science_? 'Anything more than a handful is wasted.'" His
attentions were evoking some response from her body. He leaned
down and ran the point of his outstretched tongue around the rim
of her areola. She shivered and the nipple stiffened. He
flicked across it, and proceeded to do the same with her other
breast. His hands stroked their soft undersides, running up the
sides to rest on them, thumbs over her now hard nubbins. His
mouth slid down to kiss the valley between them and his digits
started to rub circles over the tips of her breasts. She
moaned, took his head in her hands, and pulled him up to her
face.
Their lips met quickly, hungrily sucking each other's taste
into their own mouths, their tongues attempting to fuse
together. She withdrew to breathe, and he nibbled on her lower
lip. He then eased up, and playfully licked the underside of
her nose, between her nostrils. She cooed, and started to knead
his chest in reply to his hands' ministrations. His nose nudged
her glasses up onto her forehead and he kissed each closed eye.
He lay on his side next to her and whispered in her ear, his hot
breath distracting her from his meaningless words.
She rolled to face him, kissed his cheek and announced "You
keep that up and I'm gonna have to get out the restraints!" He
chuckled in reply to her standing joke of "two fun-filled weeks
of being tied to my bed" that he had won. She slid down his
body, kissing and massaging as she went, and eliciting contented
sighs from her visitor. Eventually she reached the only
clothing he was still wearing. She glanced up and asked,
grinning "May I see the fruit of your loom?"
"What-" he stopped as he realized the gist of her request.
He smiled and shrugged good-naturedly. She returned her
attention to the task at hand, hooking her index fingers into
his waistband and inching the shorts down. He was stimulated by
the friction of the elastic on his member as it was slowly
revealed, and gritted his teeth in anticipation. She tugged the
underwear past the tip, and his cock sprang out, fully erect.
"Well, I guess you ARE happy to see me!" She gasped.
"Gee - I'm offended you even thought otherwise," he chided.
"Careful, man - you *are* in a compromising position!" She
playfully tapped his head, and he flinched with excitement.
"Mental note: never upset a woman who has you by the short
and curlies," he breathed as she began to inspect her new toy.
He squirmed as she stroked his length and then ran a finger over
his circumcised head. He gasped a warning to her "Careful with
that thing - it's loaded and hasn't been 'fired in anger' in a
long time!"
"Well, there's only one way of 'clearing the barrel', you
know," she replied and continued to stroke him. He moaned and
clenched the sheets in his hands. She massaged his balls with
her free hand, evoking a shiver in his body.
"I can't -" he hissed and came; his semen flying from his prick
to land on his groin and her bare breasts and abdomen.
"I...I'm...sorry," he gasped, visibly shaken.
"Don't worry, it was a long time coming, and I'm sure your
gentlemanly nature won't leave a lady unsatisfied," she teased,
twirling a finger in one pool of his cum on her chest. "Hmm,
now what *can* we do in the meantime..." Her smile was
suggestive and faintly cat-like.
He inhaled, turning it into a predatory snarl as he raised
himself up and stalked across to her, lapping his jism from her
breasts. She glanced down in surprise. His gaze met hers as he
began to massage her nipples. "No, I've never done that before
- it's a little bitter, but if it gives me a chance to suckle
these lovely orbs..."
He stopped talking as he ran his tongue around her tit,
decreasing the circles he made and stopped at the areola,
clasping its tip between his lips.
"Mmmmmmmmm" she groaned, and leaned back against the bedpost as
his tongue tickled her entrapped nipple.
He cleaned her other breast, and then began to work down
her belly, stroking her scar with his mouth - pausing only to
murmur "beautiful". He shifted his weight back onto his knees,
provoking a pair of loud clicks.
Her eyes shot open. "Your knees-" she began.
He chuckled and silenced her with a kiss. "Relax - it
sounds a LOT worse than it is - it doesn't hurt at all, in fact.
It's just a very unsettling thing to hear, as I'm sure you'll
agree!" She acquiesced, but her face still showed signs of
concern.
"God, you really do care for me that much, don't you?" he
asked with a look of admiration and wonderment.
"But of course, 'I'm offended you even thought otherwise',"
she mimicked.
His arms encircled her and he hugged her tightly. "I love you,
darling," he whispered in her ear. "And just to show you how
much..." He resumed his ministrations to her lower torso,
untying the cord of the sweatpants she began to loosen ten
minutes and half a year ago. His hands massaged her hips,
pushing the waistband of the pants slowly down. She grabbed the
post behind her and raised her buttocks, permitting him to
remove her last article of clothing. He paused and regarded her
mound, entranced.
"You're not put-off by my c-section scar?" she asked with
concern.
"Are you offended by my paunch?" He leaned back and puffed
out his chest and belly. "It's not as bad as when I took my
photo - gotten a lot of exercise - but it's FAR from a physique
I used to have. Even so, I haven't heard any complaints..." he
finished, as sly grin taking possession of his features.
"Well, now that you mention it -" she began. He laughed,
and pulled her back towards him, kissing her deeply and
passionately to quell any criticism.
"<gasp> No - I don't find it at all unattractive, love. It
is part of what makes you YOU. How could I not love it?" he
said, brushing a lock of hair from her forehead. "Besides," he
continued, holding her as he lay back and rolled their bodies
over on the bed, "it gives me a landmark to follow in the dark!"
He demonstrated what he meant by running his tongue down the
ridge to her bush, sliding off the bed. He paused and inhaled
her musky scent, nuzzling her mound.
Grabbing a pillow, he raised her hips and adjusted the
angle of her pelvis, resting her legs on his shoulders. He
kissed the insides of her thighs, his lips a butterfly that
alighted on her sensitive flesh every inch or so.
"You gonna mess around down there all morning or are you
gonna DO something, lover? I got the Phone Company coming by
this afternoon," she called in frustration.
"Just for that, I think I'll do a little more sight-
seeing!" He felt fingers entwine themselves in his curls and
pull his head into the vertex of her legs. He ran his tongue
roughly across the length of her labia; it had the effect he
sought.
"Ooohhhhhhhhh."
His lingual muscle traced around her labia, sampling the
traces of moisture already there. After some coaxing by his
mouth, her lower lips opened like the petals of a flower as they
were engorged in blood, becoming warm to the touch. As his
hands locked with hers, he plunged into her slit and stroked the
silky insides with his taste buds. His efforts were awarded
with a seeping of honey-like fluid, which he lapped up eagerly.
Satiated, he shifted his attention to the apex of her cunt. Her
'third nipple' swelled as he flicked it with his tongue, causing
her to shiver and squeeze his hands. Then he returned to her
love nest, lancing his tongue deep within her depths. He began
to fuck her orally, the bristles of his moustache brushing her
clitoris with every stroke.
"Oooo...nnnn...nnnnggggggghhhhh" was his partner's only
utterance. Taking this as encouragement, the man increased his
pace, only to have his eyes bug out as he felt fingernails dig
into the backs of his hands. Her hips lifted from the cushion,
her back bridging - supported by her shoulders and her thighs on
his shoulders. Her moans took a more urgent tone, and the flow
of her honey increased. He continued his assault on her nether
regions, and was rewarded with a cry of "NnnnnaaaaaAA-AA-AA-AA!"
and a trickle of pearly essences over his mouth and chin.
He gradually eased his pace but did not stop as the woman
above him shook and spasmed. As she came down from the plateau
of her orgasm, he ceased his thrusting and started to clean her
genitalia, carefully avoiding her clit. As he slid up alongside
her, she panted and gasped to him "Thank...you...that...was..."
"As enjoyable for me as it obviously was for you," he
interrupted, placing a finger on her lips to silence her. "You
just relax and catch your breath." He cuddled in close to her,
kissing her lightly. She kissed back and sucked her juices from
his facial hair. "See, I *told* you I'd find sexual uses for
that caterpillar of yours."
"YOU? Gee, so how did you plant the idea in my head -
telepathy, or was I just too enraptured by your beauty to
remember hearing you suggest things?" he asked jovially.
"Whatever," she replied, turning her back to him. "Hold
me."
"Gladly." He slipped one arm underneath her biceps, and
wrapped his other over her body to meet its mate on her chest.
He tugged her tightly to him, luxuriating in her warmth. He
tilted his head and kissed the nape of her neck, his hands
slowly caressing her upper arms.
After a short pause, her breathing slowed and she
apparently noticed his dick pressing insistently into the crack
of her ass. "So, is your little friend ready for another round?"
"Oh, you could say he's up for the challenge!" he smiled as
she playfully swatted his arm. She reached down behind her and
shifted his penis down between her legs.
"Hold on, dear - Stubby's not dressed for the party yet."
"Didn't you hear? It's come as you are."
"Be that as it may, I know you've only been back on the
Pill for a couple of weeks at most, and that's not long enough.
So..." He rolled away from her, reached down to the floor,
opened his tool box, and took a little foil wrapper from within.
"I'd be a poor technician if I didn't bring appropriate safety
gear with me!"
"Oh, yes, and do I get to see the rest of your tools?" she
asked suggestively, propping herself up on her elbow.
"All in due course, my impetuous little lap-dancer," he
answered, grinning at her curiosity.
"I seem to recall we were about to do something else..."
"Oh, all right," she complained insincerely, a smile
creeping onto her face as he opened the package. "So, who gets
to dress him up?"
"Flip you for it?"
"Sure; do you want to be flipped on your head or your
tail?" she teased, laughing as he playfully punished her for the
bad joke. "Enough - enough! I surrender - how about this? We
both do it."
"Fair enough," he assented and drew the condom from the
foil. He steadied himself, and with his free hand grasped the
opposite end of the 'ring' as she placed it at the tip of his
manhood. Together they rolled it down his length, with him
shivering at every touch of her hand.
"Hmmm, it's a little tight on you."
"Yes, I would notice something like that, darling," he
teased, "I'll confess that it's not 'as big around as a tuna
can', but it IS 'longer than three inches'!"
"Yes, I can finally confirm that," she replied, encircling
him with her hand. They stopped talking as he rolled her onto
her back, replacing the pillow under her hips, taking the
opportunity of stroking her buttocks as he did so. He kneeled
between her thighs, cracking his joints again. She flinched.
"Sorry, but then it's better than farting, isn't it?" he
exclaimed, trying to disarm the tension.
"Enough talk," she commanded and resumed her grip on his
sheathed sword. She pulled him to the entrance of her cunt, and
he leaned down, placing his hands on the bed at her sides. He
shifted forward slightly and his head pressed its way into her.
"Ahhhhh...I'd almost forgotten how good that feels."
"Oh, I hope you remember that it gets better," she hissed
as she thrust her hips up to take him deeper inside her. He
reciprocated, and their groins met as they both exhaled loudly.
He began a slow, steady stroke, but was coaxed into a faster,
harder rhythm.
"My! Don't we heat up quickly?" he commented.
"Remember that it's been a while for me as well - I've been
saving myself for you."
"Tsk...tsk...tsk," he replied in time with his thrusts,
"we'll...have...to...remedy...that...won't...we?" He moistened
his thumb and reached down to massage her rosebud. She sighed
and pulled him down to her, their mouths locking in an embrace
as carnal as that of their lower bodies.
She stopped kissing and sucked his lower lip between her teeth,
pressing harder and harder as she approached her climax. He
managed to pull free of her painful grasp as she opened her
mouth to gasp as the orgasm rolled over her. When she relaxed,
he stopped stroking, rolled them over with her on top, and
started to buck her body up as he resumed his activity.
She sat up on his hips, taking his lead and riding his
prick. After a while, he withdrew from her vaginal embrace and
slid out from under her. He shifted around behind her, raising
her up onto her knees, and entered her pussy from the rear. She
braced her shoulders into the bed, and grasped the headboard as
she met his every thrust. She raised her head and asked,
"You're still not ready...to..."
"I guess it's my gentlemanly restraint coming back to me!"
He growled, voice belying his words.
"Ahhhhhhh-but don't you mean 'NOT coming'?"
"Keep that up love, and I'll leave right now!" Again
contradictory to his speech, his hand started to massage her
mound, the pinkie finger running over her clit.
"Oh, don't leave! Keep doing that! Mmmmmmmm..."
"Whatever...you...ask..." he rejoined, his breath coming in
gulps as his arousal increased. Their gentle shifting
accelerated into a heavy pace and they fucked with abandon as
they felt their passions rise to that pleasurable summit. A
sheen of perspiration glazed his face as he grabbed her hips in
an attempt to drive his cock even deeper into her cunt. Her
hands gripped the rungs of the antique headboard so tightly they
squeaked as she shifted to fuck him back as strongly as he was
doing her. Her face and breasts flushed, and she stiffened with
rapture, her vaginal muscles clasping his cock and pushing him
past the brink. He continued to pump into her as he came,
roaring with pleasure. As their orgasms faded, they collapsed
onto the bed. He rolled off of her back and lay gasping his
eyes squeezed shut. She shifted, sat up and took him in her
hand.
"Thank you, sweet prince," she breathed and kissed the
latex-clad head of his cock. His entire body flinched, and his
hand grasped her wrist. "*Please* don't do that - I'm really too
sensitive right now, even the contact of the condom is nearly
painful."
"Well, let's get your little man out of his confining suit
then," she replied and slipped the rubber from his manhood,
making him shake on the bed. "There, all done!" she exclaimed
proudly as she lay down to kiss him on the cheek. "Thank you -
that was wonderful."
"Oh, the pleasure wasn't solely yours and I'm sure the
credit doesn't rest on my shoulders alone, my darling beauty,"
he responded and kissed her hair. He appeared to remember
something and shifted slightly toward the edge of the bed.
"Um, miss - I don't think we've been formally introduced."
He raised his hand up to shake hers palm-up as its mate
disappeared off the bed. "Mikel Torsson, my dear lady." She
grasped his hand and answered "Nadine Sanders," and sighed with
amusement as he leaned down and kissed the back of her hand.
Her sigh became a gasp as his left hand returned to sight and
placed the crimson flower in her captured hand. "I always said
I'd felt bad about that 'email rose' being so insubstantial,
so..."
"Oh, Mikel - I LOVE you!" she cried out as she hugged him.
"Ow! Yep, should've taken those thorns out," he exclaimed
as his arms resumed their comfortable embrace of her warm body.
"I love you too, Nadine - as much as it is humanly possible, and
possibly even a little more. I will happily be whatever you
wish - a friend, a lover, a servant, anything - I'll be it. I
AM YOURS FOR AS LONG AS YOU WANT...I can only hope that it will
be a long, long time," he finished, tears welling up in his
eyes. She kissed his chest, and pulled his body into hers even
more tightly, sniffing slightly.
They lay like that for a time, naked as the dawn, and held
each other as the afterglow of their passion made them drowsy.
He recognized it for what it was, pulled her head back, and
kissed a trail from her forehead, down her nose and onto her
lips. "Darling, as much as I would be the happiest man it the
world just to lie here and hold you for the rest of time, we
have a lunch date and I don't think we'll pass the dress code
like this. Does your plumbing give you enough hot water for two
showers, or must we share...feel free to lie if you can't bear
to be away from my body from that long." His mouth curled up
into an immoral grin. He fully expected the slap when it came,
but not where it was aimed.
"Ooo - aren't we prideful all-of-a-sudden; you make a girl
come a few times an already you're puffed up like a peacock!
But sadly, I've got plenty of hot water. To make matters worse,
the stall is a little small..."
"Oh, well - I guess my ego will have to take the
separation," he said, releasing her and sitting up. "I gotta
dash down to the car anyway and grab some proper clothes - you
go first. Can I at least wash your back for you?"
"Done, and I'll hold you to that."
"Aw, I'd rather be held to your front," he joked as he
stood to pull the jumpsuit over his naked form.
"Ugh, I hope you catch some hairs in the zipper!"
"Ooo, thanks for the reminder!" Mikel exclaimed as he
shrugged his shoulders into the coveralls. He moved one hand
over his patch of brown hair at the juncture of his legs before
the other hand pulled the zipper up. He bent down to kiss
Nadine again and whisper "Better get up and get in there - if
you're not in the shower when I return, I won't be able to help
you..."
"Mmmmmm, do I have to?"
"YES. Now, up!" He grasped her arms and tugged her to a
sitting position. He snaked his tongue over the side of her
neck. She kissed his cheek and moved her arms to encircle him.
He removed himself from her embrace and said, "I'm sorry for
kissing-and-running, but it looks like I'll have to tease you
into the shower. I promise that you'll get more when I get
back, if..." and grinned as he stepped back. He was rewarded
with his lover stretching and sliding off the bed. When he
turned to leave the bedroom, he stopped. "Um, Nadine darling?
Something just occurred to me - how will I get back into the
apartment?"
Mikel heard her moving around behind him - and she slipped
a key over his shoulder, which he easily caught. She then
pressed into his back and hugged him. "Hurry back, my man."
"I promise, and you've seen that I keep my word." Nadine
hands slipped away with a sigh, and she stepped towards the
bathroom.
He returned to the front door, and a shock jolted through
his gut - the door was ajar! He quickly scanned the room, and
saw no one. He'd only been through here once, though, and had
been too distracted to take an inventory of the items here; he
had no way of knowing if someone had burglarized the place while
Nadine and he were 'busy'...
He pulled the door open and heaved it shut behind him -
breathing a sigh of relief as he heard a click. He was about to
start off for the outside and the parking lot, but something on
the floor attracted his attention.
The coil of wire and clipboard he'd used as props to
complete his surprise were sitting next to Nadine's door, piled
neatly. Mikel thought back, and remembered dropping the
clipboard and spilling the coil off his left shoulder when he
hugged and kissed his beloved, so the wire should be in a messy
pile ON TOP of the board. Someone must've been here, and
cleaned up behind him! As he grabbed these things to return
them to the car, he noticed his benefactor had written something
on the blank sheet of paper he'd stuck under the clip - "Good
luck Pal!" Mikel carried his props out with a broad grin on his
face - there'd be nothing missing from Nadine's apartment.
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End of Chapter One
{empath} "A Birthday Wish Come True" ( M/F oral rom ) [2/4]
Copyright 1997, by Empath
WARNING:
This narrative contains subject matter that has been deemed
unfit for the perusal of those under the age of majority. A
good rule of thumb to follow is if you are unable to vote where
you live, don't take the risk of getting caught reading this.
(That also covers the less 'enlightened' of the world's
governments.)
-------------
She stood in the doorway of the bathroom, listening
carefully. Mikel had pulled the door up behind him, but he was
still just outside the door. Maybe he'd forgotten something and
was going to come back? She waited, not daring to breathe.
Then Nadine sighed as the 'clump-clump' of his work boots
receded to the outer door. She grabbed a face cloth from the
sink, rinsed it under the hot tap, and briefly scrubbed her
face. She regarded herself in the mirror. 'He's here!' she
thought, a smile beaming on her reflection's face. 'Well, he's
not quite a Ben Chaplin, but plenty close enough, and HE'S
MINE!' She hugged herself at that thought.
Nadine pulled the shower curtain back, and was about to
turn the water on when she noticed the end of his red toolbox
poking out past the end of the bed. 'I wonder what other tricks
he's got up his sleeve?' She stepped back into the bedroom,
sliding over the bed to gaze into the tool-case he'd left
behind. The lid was open, and she saw the clear plastic
wrapping with "FTD, Hastings" and the distinctive logo of
Mercury holding a bouquet of flowers on it. Underneath this was
a half-dozen small foil wrappers, unmistakable circles bulging
in them. Nadine smirked at the possibilities of his plans.
This was just what was in the upper tray, and she grasped the
bar-handle of it to see what was underneath it.
Her jaw dropped at what was waiting there; a pair - no, TWO
pairs of padded leather cuffs, attached with chain; a black
leather face mask; a studded collar with a chain leash attached;
a rubber ball with a long Velcro strap on it...and IT. It was a
whip, but Nadine had never seen one this cruel-looking. The
handle was wooden, and about a foot long, ending in a phallic-
looking bulb and ridged, though whether that was to improve the
user's grip, or... She shuddered. Past the handle, the whip
itself was three long leather thongs, pierced every few inches
with sharp-looking spikes.
She heard the scratch of key in lock and bolted to action.
Nadine quickly shoved the upper tray back into the toolbox, and
raced quietly to the shower, turning the water on hurriedly,
ignoring the shock of cold water hitting her naked form.
The front door opened, and she heard Mikel exclaim in a
faux-Hispanic accent "Lucy, I'm HOMMMMMME!" She grabbed the
soap, and quickly started to lather her chest as the water
warmed to a comfortable temperature. The squeak of an object
dropped on the bed announced this man's progress. "So, Nadine,
are you ready for me to do your back?" he called. She tensed as
his footsteps neared the bathroom. He slid back the curtain,
and she heard the zipper of his jump suit opening. "Why, I think
we could both squeeze into here, but we wouldn't get much
bathing done," he declared huskily, kissing her on the shoulder.
When he began to stroke her back, he remarked "Hmmm, you're
rather tense - the water's not too hot or cold, so why would..."
He paused, and she felt his hands grasp her upper arms
firmly. "Oh. I know what it is - you've been snooping around,
despite what I told you." The voice took a sinister note. "You
must've taken a look at my 'tools-of-the-trade'...well, since
you've been such a *naughty* little girl, you'll have to be
PUNISHED." Nadine nearly gasped at the strange relish with
which he said that last word. He let her go. She waited, and
tensed even more. She heard him sit on the toilet and drop his
boots on the floor. She began to shiver in fear at the thought
of what that whip of his would do to her back. Nadine felt his
approach, and prepared to whirl around and bite, scratch, kick,
ANYTHING to escape what he planned to do to her.
He grasped her shoulders again, and nearly jumped out of
her skin when she felt his tongue run between her earlobe and
head. Then he breathed into her ear "Gotcha." and began to
chuckle, hugging her firmly and warmly. "I knew you'd be
curious what I had in that case when I was putting my disguise
together, so I popped over to a 'specialty shop' in downtown
Hastings, and just grabbed the most unsettling stuff I saw - it
really gave you a fright though, didn't it?"
"YES!" she growled and reached back to slap him harshly.
"That was positively terrifying! How could you, after we worked
out those ground rules?"
Mikel continued to hold her to him. "I'm really sorry,
honey. I didn't think you be so scared by the stuff, but you're
right - I went too far with the prank, and I apologize for it."
He kissed her cheek. "Am I forgiven, at least enough to fulfill
my outstanding promise?"
She turned her head to look into his face, seeing his mouth
curled down at the corners and his lower lip protrude in a
miserable pout, his brown eyes big and his eyebrows arching
sadly. She tried to suppress a smile at this 'puppy-dog' look
he gave her, and assented.
He grabbed the soap, and started to run his hands over her
back muscles, kneading the heat of the water into them. He
coated his lover's shoulder blades, and began to work his way
down her spine. "Lean forward a bit, dear." She obeyed and the
jet of water started to pound the base of her neck. His hands
quickly covered her sides with lather, and then gently brushed
her lower cheeks.
One hand returned to her upper back as the other began to
run the soap over her ass. "Let the water massage its way down
your back - just inch forward a bit at a time. A small cloth
found its way to his upper hand, washing off the lather wherever
its warm wetness touched her.
The soap was forgotten, its task completed as his lower
hand slipped down her crack, to gently tickle her nether lips.
Nadine stiffened, and Mikel chuckled at her surprise. He
shifted his attentions solely to rinsing her back. "Good, I was
worried you might be considering another...well, delay," the
woman sighed as he massaged her sides. "I'm eager to find out
where this lunch date is - you've seen Geneva and its food-
service industry!"
"Oh, don't you worry - I think you'll find it rather
interesting, love." was Mikel's reply, concluded with another
kiss on the back of her now clean neck. He grabbed the shampoo
as he eased her head into the stream of water, and once her
chestnut tresses were wet, he began to work the soapy fluid into
her scalp. She assisted him, and her hair was lathered and
rinsed more quickly than if either one of them had done the task
alone.
Mikel turned her around, and took the cloth to clean her
face of shampoo. A kiss on each eyelid, followed by one on each
cheek, another to the tip of her nose, and a final press of lips
to hers. They kissed as the water soaked them, and broke off
when they shifted and got the spray in their faces. After
recovering from the shock, he pushed her chin up to gaze into
her eyes. Neither seemed able of blinking for an era, and then
they both tried to utter "I love you" at the same time. They
simply hugged again, each trying to pull the other into their
body forever.
"Anyway, you're done, Nadine - you'll find a towel on the
sink; if you could put another there for me, I'll attend to the
cleaning of this body you like so much!" His grin reappeared,
creasing his cheeks with dimples, and laugh lines around his
eyes causing his second scar to appear.
"Fine, but don't take too long - there can't be that much
hot water left, and I don't want to show off a raisin to the
neighbors!" They switched places, and he reached down to grab
the soap and got his buttocks fondled briefly by his lover.
He quickly began to lather himself, his mind swimming with
emotions. 'She LOVES me, she really loves *me*!' was
predominant in them, and he just couldn't stop smiling, even
when he wore out the silent screaming of 'Those Three Little
Words'. After a year-long 'email romance', it was still
thrilling to have his feelings returned in kind now that they
had met face to face. Mikel thought about his plans for the day,
and his smile jacked up even higher; he had come to know Nadine
as well as he knew himself, and she'd love the next surprise he
had for her.
A call came from the bedroom: "How should I dress?" Mikel
stuck his head out of the shower and replied, "Well, it's a nice
day, but not too cold, by your standards. I suppose just
something informal - not 'full battle-dress', but clean and
presentable - a blouse or a sweater and slacks, maybe? I'm sure
you'll look gorgeous in whatever you pick out!" He ducked back
into the shower to avoid the towel she threw at him.
When he had rinsed off and dried his hair and skin, Mikel
strolled into the bedroom to see his belle sitting on the bed,
already dressed in a fetching blouse and loose slacks; her hair
pinned back from her face. A long woolen coat was folded on her
lap.
He sighed pleasantly, and approached her to hug. Physics,
however, let him down two steps into the room, when the towel
wrapped around his waist slipped loose and was left behind
before he was halfway to the bed. She smiled at his accidental
nakedness, and adjusted her glasses to better examine his
crotch. "Hmmm, feels bigger than it looks."
"Oh, come ON; surely you know that cold water - which I was
unable to avoid where we took so long to clean you - causes 'the
tortoise to draw back into his shell'. It's never a fair
estimation of a man's, um, worth! Besides, I was extremely
aroused when you last saw Mister Happy here - more than ever
before." He had closed the remaining distance, and took her
into his arms, luxuriating in the feel of her body on his.
"Come on, come on; as much as I like this, I want to see
what you've got planned! Get some clothes on!" Nadine demanded
as she extracted herself from his embrace. He sighed "Women
are always telling me that!" and turned his attention to the
suitcase he'd dropped on the bed before their showers. Opening
the bag, he remarked "Well, this one ain't been tampered with -
did we learn our lesson about snooping around?" He looked up
into the sulky face of his sweetheart. "Again, I'm sorry," he
said and her pout softened.
He dressed quickly in a pair of casual slacks and a short-
sleeved shirt. He completed the outfit with a pair of dress
boots taken from the bottom compartment of the suit-bag. She
regarded his color co-ordination and asked "So, Mr. Beige, where
are we off to today?"
"Well, first of all I ain't tellin', and secondly none of
these articles is actually beige; the pants are taupe, the shirt
is a shade called ecru, and the boots aren't even close..."
"Bitch-bitch-bitch!" Nadine joked as she interrupted his
trademark nit picking. He swooped onto her and kissed her
passionately. Mikel willingly broke off the lip-lock, and told
her "You know? It's weird but I feel so in love with you when
you nag me like that. I look forward to spending a life being
henpecked by you, beautiful. C'mon; let's go out to lunch." He
grabbed a parka from the suitor, checked to ensure that his
wallet was in it, and locked arms with her as they left the
apartment.
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End of Chapter Two
{empath} "A Birthday Wish Come True" ( M/F oral rom ) [3/4]
Copyright 1997, by Empath
WARNING:
This narrative contains subject matter that has been deemed
unfit for the perusal of those under the age of majority. A
good rule of thumb to follow is if you are unable to vote where
you live, don't take the risk of getting caught reading this.
(That also covers the less.'enlightened' of the world's
governments.)
-------------
The couple walked to the entrance arm-in-arm, her head
resting against his shoulder and the side of his head leaning
onto the top of hers. Both squinted as the couple stepped into
the bright Nebraska sunlight.
It was a clear, sunny day with only a few small 'cotton-
ball' clouds spread across the pale cyan sky. A chilly breeze
blew across their faces.
He guided her towards a particular car in the lot - an
anonymous, burgundy two-door sedan. She was lightly surprised
at him separating from her and making his way to the right side
of the car.
"What, your vow that I'd do all the driving was sincere?"
"Well, partly that - it was in jest - but one: you know the
roads and traffic patterns around here better than I," he
declared, ticking off points on his fingers, "and two: I figure
you should drive your car."
"Huh?"
"I mean it. You complained that that old Citation didn't
handle the winter too well - check the registration slip in the
visor. You wouldn't BELIEVE all the hassle a foreign national
has to go through to buy and license a car for a third
party...without their knowledge!" His dimples deepened as his
smile was increased. Nadine stared at the piece of paper in her
hands as the realization seeped into her consciousness.
"You bought this NEW car for me! How can you afford it?"
Mikel opened his door and got into the passenger seat. "Well,
my love, I know you well enough that you won't do anything until
I answer, so I'll tell you a little bit of it: remember what I
said about work terms, how I didn't need to do one if I found a
job?"
"You got work already? You just finished school!" She
lifted her legs into the car and closed the door.
"Ah-ah; that must wait for polite dinner conversation; and
DON'T bother threatening me, Nadine. You know how much I love
my little surprises - just humor me, please." The man leaned
across and pecked her softly on the cheek. She grabbed his head
and increased the intensity of their kiss by several grades.
"So I just fucked a phone repairman who can somehow afford
to take time off and give his girlfriend a new car."
"Telecommunications technician, actually; but no - I'm
working as a Cobol programmer like I trained and I'm well-paid
for it. Oh, and before you say I'm totally loopy, remember that
I'm *supposed* to be in my line of work!" His grin threatened
to split his head in two.
"FINE, fine, fine; I'm getting hungry so I guess I should
just give up and drive us to the restaurant." She deliberately
looked around, her gaze finishing its journey on his face. "How
do I start my new automobile?"
He reached into his pocket, eliciting a sly smirk from his
paramour, and produced a single key with the manufacturer's logo
on the base. She started up, turned the heater on full and
pulled up to the road. "Which way?"
"Get onto highway 41 and - to quote a famous pioneer of
your people's - "Go west young woman, go west!"
"But that leads out of town!"
"So?"
"The only thing on that road is Clay, and that's *miles*
away."
"So?"
"All riiight," she consented, looking vaguely hurt at being
kept out of the secret. They sat in silence as the car tried to
forge ahead of the weak noon sun, with Mikel keeping his hand on
her near thigh and brushing her slightly every now and again,
attempting to apologize to her in a non-verbal way.
After a few minutes, he straightened up, and announced, the
turning's not far now - on your left and you won't miss the
track."
She stared at him as if he'd just sprouted horns but
returned her attention to the road as they started to mount a
small ridge.
Nadine found and easily took the turn-off from the road; there
was no fence or sign, and the track was just two tracks in an
otherwise featureless snowy field.
"Now it's just over this rise..."
She slowed to ease through the snow more safely, and when
they got close enough the woman's eyes lit up like beacons.
A picnic. There was a second car just up ahead in this
secluded river gully, and there was a man moving around the site
Mikel must have chosen for them to eat their first meal together
in the open air. A windbreak had been erected around a large
ground sheet, and there were a couple of coolers and a camp
stove to one side.
"Just pull next to the other car to let Mitchell out," he
requested nonchalantly, trying to suppress a smile at her
amazement.
"This must've taken a lot of effort," she managed to say as
she parked.
"Not THAT much - I went over a topographic map of the area
back home: since there's not enough trees to use for privacy, I
decided to use the land itself - this small valley. The added
effect of the low hill between here and the road helps, too."
"And our 'waiter'? How does he figure on our solitude?"
"Oh, he's just from the catering company in Hastings - I'd
have done all this myself, but I needed someone to hang around
and watch everything. He'll be leaving now that we're here."
And sure enough, the tall man started walking towards the
couple as they exited the car. "Thanks for all your help; you
didn't have to do this!" Mikel declared as he shook hands rather
pointedly with the caterer. "All in the cause of romance, Mr.
Torsson!" He then looked at his palm and started with surprise.
"I can't take this-"
"You already have - and don't say you wouldn't have earned
that much with your employers; I hope they don't get too mad."
"I'll plead car trouble; dead battery maybe. Thank you and
my best wishes to the both of you."
"Right. Drive carefully, Mitchell; and I'll drop off the
windbreak and stuff after we're done."
"Good-bye, miss."
"Good...bye...." She watched the man get into his car,
pull it around and disappear over the rise. "Who owns this
land?"
He stepped behind her and embraced her, resting his chin on
her shoulder. "That's rather up in the air, actually - I
checked the title registry and the last record they had was the
purchase by a 'Seth Donaldson' back nearly a century ago. I
tracked down his descendants living in Grand Island, and the
lady didn't even realize she owned the property. Married and
with kids, the woman doesn't seem too interested in it either;
she wanted to know what my offer was."
Nadine turned her head to regard her lover. "God, you
didn't buy it, did you?"
He laughed. "No, I can't afford THAT! When I explained I
was just looking for permission to hold a picnic, she okayed my
request immediately. It is beautiful though - that semi-frozen
river nearby."
"Yes. I love it, Mikel."
They sat on the center of the blanket, and Mikel reached
behind one cooler to pull out a small, multi-shaded blue knit
afghan, and draped it over his lover's shoulders.
"This is..."
"What you knitted for me - I just had to bring it. Now
relax while I get us something to eat." He cracked open one of
the coolers, grabbing two bowls.
"And what is on the menu, good sir?"
"Well, I apologize for not providing a choice, but I figure
you won't mind too much: chili. We could use something warm in
this weather." He started to dish out food for her.
"Fine by me, but WHAT'S YOUR STORY? We're eating now;
*tell* me!"
"Oh, all right - uh, what would you like to drink?" Mikel
asked, holding several bottles of different beverages.
She pointed to one, and he poured her a measure. "My
usual, of course, but don't change the subject!"
"Right, right. Now this story actually begins not long
ago, on a miserable night...just after I called you. I'm taking
a long drive trying not to be...so frustrated about having to
break my promise of being with you for Valentine's Day."
"Awww," Nadine interrupted, pausing from her meal.
"Do you want me to tell this or not?" he joked, taking a
moment to fill his glass.
"Go on."
Mikel told his story between mouthfuls of chili.
"Well,...I'd driven north, past Bedford and Sackville and when
I'm almost to the airport..., I notice a glow coming from
somewhere across the divided road - down the far embankment, it
looks like. So...I turn around, and come back down the other
side. And sure enough,..there's a car that's gone off the road
and into the chain-link fence at the bottom. I stop, hit my
hazard lights...and make my way down to see if I can help.
"When I get there, I find an unconscious middle-aged
man...in the driver's seat; the car doesn't seem too banged up,
but the driver's hurt...he's breathing and got a steady pulse,
but he's out cold and there's blood on the steering wheel..and
his forehead. So I dash back up to the road, and wave someone
down to call an ambulance..then I go back down to the victim,
doing a closer examination - no other injuries. ID says he's
ironically a Nebraskan."
"What?" Nadine asked in surprise, wiping her mouth with a
napkin.
"God's truth. Name's Peter Van Heyn. After a few
minutes...the ambulance arrives, I briefly confer with them and
we move the driver out and up to their vehicle. A few
minutes...later, the police finally decide to come out and I
spend a short time explaining what I knew of the accident...and
then I make my way to the hospital to see how 'my' patient is
doing. They let me up to see him,...he's conscious now, and he
thanks me for helping him out. The doctor tells us that Mr. Van
Heyn is in fair condition and they just want to keep him
overnight for observation what with his head-injury. You want
any more?" Mikel asked as he took their empty bowls. Nadine
just shook her head.
"Now, you know what I'm like; I feel he could use some
company, being in a strange town, in a *hospital* on his own, so
I stay and chat with Mr. Van Heyn. Of course, after a while I'm
telling him about my problems: falling in love with a woman
thousands of miles from me. Lucking into an Information
Technology training program that delays our being together. And
then - when it looks like I can get to you for a romantic
meeting and go on to my work term just in the next state, that
falls through and I'm stuck in Halifax.
"Well, sure enough, visiting hours are over, and we wish
each other well, and I go home to be despondent some more and
get some sleep before my last week of classes. Imagine my
surprise on Monday morning when I walk into the training center
and I see Mr. Van Heyn talking with the course administrator!"
"No!"
"Yes! It turns out he works for Mutual of Omaha, and heard
about our I.T. program and came looking for more programmers to
help with their Year 2000 problem."
"I'd have thought they would be well into it now."
"Oh, yeah - they've been working on it for over a year now,
but the number of programs they've got running is enormous!
They don't so much need skilled programmers to deduce how to
solve their problems, they just need people who know Cobol and
can make the changes they've figured out, and they need *lots*
of them! Van Heyn came looking to get our entire class. And
Mutual of Omaha is fairly desperate - they're paying us
handsomely for something that's only slightly more challenging
than data-entry."
"You're getting paid right out of school? No probationary
period?" Nadine snuggled up next to him as they looked down on
the frozen stream.
"Well, I think I got slightly more than the rest for my
good deed to Mr. Van Heyn, but they're paying me! I got enough
of a signing bonus to take a vacation and buy you a car.
They'll accommodate all of us for free - the whole class jumped
at the offer - provide each with a car for transportation, and a
nice per diem for food and entertainment. I won't even TOUCH my
paychecks; they'll go straight into the bank!"
"But you're Canadian, what about work visas?"
"They've done all the paperwork; I'll have to renew myself
after six months, but all the hassle has been taken care of."
"Sounds great!"
"Yes, and I start as soon as I can. Here's the clincher:
I'm working on contract - I work with them for the rest of 1998
and we see what happens then."
Nadine looked worried. "So you could leave at the end of
that."
"No, so I could start my own consulting business wherever I
wished...like maybe Geneva, Nebraska. I signed the deal Friday
and started packing. I landed in Hastings last night." He
leaned over and kissed his lover on the lips, and the kiss
lasted for as long as they could manage.
Nadine pulled him into her arms and replied, "You given me
the best birthday present you could; thank you." Her eyes
started to glisten under her glasses.
"I honestly couldn't think of anything else I wanted to do.
You are the most important thing in my life, honey." Mikel's
voice began to crack.
They held each other for another few moments and then lay
back onto the blanket. They kissed again, and their mouths
wandered; her lips massaged his cheek. He started to whisper to
her: "Iloveyou-Iloveyou-ohGODIloveyou..." Mikel ran his hand
down her arm, gloved fingertips massaging her muscles through
the coat, reaching her hands. Their hands locked together, and
he rolled Nadine onto her back, spreading her legs with his
knees.
"No, Mikel - please."
He shifted position without skipping a beat in nibbling her
jawline, kneeling outside her legs. "S'ok, honey," he whispered
as his teeth neared an earlobe.
"It's not that I don't want to, it's just that we're
so...exposed. It's daylight," she moaned, still holding him on
top of her.
"You didn't complain this morning," he pointed out
sarcastically.
"No, I mean we're in public-"
"Hardly, this is private property, and we're not visible
from the highway - heck, even overflying aircraft can't see us!"
"Planes?" She frowned and released his hands, hugging him
to her.
"Oof! Yeah, Mitchell and I saw a couple contrails of high-
flying jets when we were setting up - probably commuters from
Omaha to Denver or something...they wouldn't be able to pick us
out even if we started waving flags." He smiled at her, and
kissed up the side of her nose to comb her eyebrows with his lips.
"Well, that may be, but I just don't feel comfortable," she
replied, before sucking on the tip of his chin.
"Fine, we'll just neck for a bit longer," he announced,
shifting down her face to fulfill his prediction. "<muh> We
should be getting back to the apartment, anyway: what time was
that phone guy supposed to show?"
She placed a kiss on each of his closed eyes, and shifted
them into a sitting position. "I thought you knew exactly what
was going on..."
"Well, sadly my memory is as leaky as a colander - a lot of
unforgettable stuff has happened to me in the last few hours, so
the details just slid out of my head," he sighed, his lips
curling into the grin she saw so often on his face.
The man pulled his lover tightly to his chest, as if he
wanted to force their bodies into one complete being. "I love
you," he announced, "and meeting you and loving you, Nadine
Sanders, has only strengthened that."
"I can't find anything wrong with you - even your few scars
are attractive to me; you are just so perfect," she gasped.
"Flatterer! Anyone'd think you wanted something."
"I do...I want you - but just not here."
"Well, I've said my first priority is your happiness -
where do you want to go? Back home? To a cheap motel, or to
the most expensive hotel in Nebraska?"
"NNNNNNgh, you KNOW I've got that appointment about the
phone line, you *tease*," she laughed, reaching up and tousling
his hair.
"Fine then, let's get going so we can meet this cable
monkey and get on to more serious things..." He released her
and stood, holding her hands to help her up.
"Finally!" She gave her man a quick hug, and looked around
at all the gear of their picnic.
"Do we take this?"
"Yep, we'll put everything else in the trunk and then come
back to collapse the windbreak and pop that in the back seat.
You can give me a lift to Hastings tomorrow and we drop it off.
I check out of my hotel and we get down to business of a happy
life together," he finished with a wicked, mischievous smile as
he tossed the afghan onto a cooler and packed up the camp stove.
"Of course, I'll have to find a place to sleep, but I hear
there's a campground near Geneva - I just have to get a tent and
a warm sleeping bag..."
"Ha! Like I'm gonna let you out of my sight for a SECOND,"
the woman retorted.
"So you'll put me UP?" Mikel inquired suggestively.
"Heh-heh, I'll see what I can do," she replied, running her
hand on his thigh.
"<growl> - fine then, but grab that cooler and take it to
the trunk; you've got the key!" Nadine complied with his
request, easily hefting the empty container. She walked to the
car and placed her load on the bumper. She fumbled in her
pocket, fished out her key, and opened the trunk. About to heft
the cooler into the car, she was confronted by a black case.
"Hey, what's this?"
"What's what?" Mikel replied, stepping up behind her and
putting down his load. "Oh, that. What does it look like?"
"Duh; a briefcase!"
"What's in it?" he asked, taking hold of her shoulders.
"I don't know," Nadine replied, playing along. "Let's
see..." She reached down, flipped the catches, and lifted the
lid to find a portable computer. "Hmmm - a laptop. Yours?"
"Noooooooooo," he replied, his voice almost a purr.
"Another gift?"
"Well, I figure you could use something a little more
flexible than that old thing you had on the table. 'All the
better to read my posts'," he answered, embracing her.
"Love you, you extravagant man."
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End of Chapter Three
{empath} "A Birthday Wish Come True" ( M/F oral rom ) [4/4]
Copyright 1997, by Empath
WARNING:
This narrative contains subject matter that has been deemed
unfit for the perusal of those under the age of majority. A
good rule of thumb to follow is if you are unable to vote where
you live, don't take the risk of getting caught reading this.
(That also covers the less.'enlightened' of the world's
governments.)
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They returned to town, with her insisting that he drive,
and she kept him stimulated all the way back. Despite these
distractions, Mikel returned them to the parking lot safely and
quickly. Getting back into the apartment was a different story.
"I thought YOU took the key back. It's your apartment;
surely you'd concern yourself with it."
"I figured you would make an EFFORT to give it back to me
and *don't* call me Shirley!" she replied.
"Yuuuhhhhh; you're right - I should have either thought to
keep the key with me, or consciously return it to you...I'm
sorry. But this doesn't get us inside - do those windows open?"
Nadine sighed. "No; I've got central air, remember?"
"Well, we can get the super to let us in."
"He doesn't live in the building, and isn't around on
weekends."
"But you have a number to call in an emergency like this?"
"Oh, yeah...inside."
Mikel said a bad word as he sat on the floor.
"Well, maybe the phone repairman will have something," she
posed as she sat beside him. Mikel rested his head on her
shoulder, and looked up at her. He frowned for a second, then
straightened up. "Or maybe you've got something. It's a good
thing you have long hair, honey - gimme one of those hairpins!"
"Oh, come ON - that's so cliche," she replied. She did
fulfil his request, though. "You mean to tell me you can pick
locks?"
"No, this piece of metal is too thick, and I only know the
basic theory behind that, but I am gonna try something."
"What - you're MacGyver or something?" she joked.
"Almost certainly not - this probably won't work!" He
straightened the curved strip of wire.
"It's better than sitting in the hall here until Monday,
though" Nadine said, standing up and pulling her boyfriend up
after her. He knelt in front of the handle and fiddled with it
a bit.
"What're you doing - I can't see!"
"Good - this is a State Secret; if I told you, I'd have to
kill you," he joked.
"Whatever, I'll worm it out of you later."
Before long he cried out with success and pushed the door
open. "Aprez-vous, Mademoiselle."
"Merci, mon tres, tres cher amour!" She gave him a kiss
for his efforts and entered. He smiled and stood with a click.
She grabbed his hand and tugged him into the apartment.
Once Mikel was sure the door was securely shut, they hugged
and Nadine showed him around her small domicile. When they were
done, Mikel remarked, "I gotta get you a couch for Christmas,
too."
"Oh, you're so full of practical gift ideas."
"Heh, you want to see just how *full* I am right now,
love?" Mikel asked in a deep voice as he stroked her back and
put on his 'salacious grin'. His audience was prevented from
saying anything by a sudden buzz. "That'll be the Phone Company
- keep that thought for another hour and I'll make it worth your
while!" She slipped out of his embrace and answered the
intercom, allowing the real technician up.
She glanced back to see him putting the notebook on the
table before her other computer. "Eager to try my laptop out,
hon?"
"Yes, and I'm dying to show you the ins and outs of your
new computer, too!" her beau replied, getting a throw pillow in
the back of the head for his troubles.
They both made for the door when a knock was heard, the
woman glancing through the peephole. "Could you show me some ID
or a work order, please?" she called. There was a short pause,
and she remarked "I *guess* that'll do," as she opened the door,
frowning disapprovingly at her lover.
The telephone repairman - or woman - stepped in, causing
Mikel to raise his eyebrows. The look on Nadine's face said:
'there; that's one surprise I've given YOU' before she turned to
the technician and asked "I'd like the plug over near the table
with the computer - computerS on it."
"Oh, you want a MODEM line; we can put in a dedicated line
for that and get you a nice fast hookup. It's not much more
expensive than the second phone line, anyway."
As his belle was mulling it over, Mikel stepped up. "Well,
I think she was planning to save the money, uh, Joanne, but now
that her primary reason for email is HERE," he announced as he
embraced Nadine from behind, "she MAY want to 'spurge' -
especially considering that we can afford it."
"Yeah, go ahead with the special line," the hugged woman
decided.
"Okay," Joanne replied. "But I'll need better cable, and
you'll have to install a particular modem that we provide."
"Ohhhh, this'll take long, won't it," Mikel asked, nearly
whining.
"Um, yes - I may even need to call in for some help-"
"Oh, I can help!" he blurted out. "I'm rather adept with
electronics and computers; anything to save time - uh, well you
must have other customers to see this afternoon," he added
hastily, provoking a vague smile from the woman in his arms.
"Okay; excuse me while I go down and get the gear from the
truck," the technician replied.
"My, aren't we gallant, Mikel; are we attracted to Joanne?"
Nadine asked after the other woman had left.
"Hardly, she's too tall for one thing. Why do men prefer
short women?" he asked.
"Because they don't like to get sore necks from looking up
all the time. Yeah, you told me."
"Well, the reason I offered to help is to get her done and
out of here as fast as possible so you and I can-"
>BZZZZZZZZT<
They laughed at the timing of the interruption, and let
Joanne back into the apartment. "Okay, this is the cable I'll
be stringing through the wall," she said, handing Mikel a coil
of heavy wire. "This is the modem you'll have to install - and
here are the forms you'll have to sign, miss - this is a
different job than what you asked us to do originally," and she
handed Nadine two pieces of paper.
"Right, thanks."
"Well, I'd better pop downstairs to see where the phone
switchbox is, could someone show me the way?"
"Nadine, you had better; I've only been here...five hours,"
Mikel admitted, checking his watch. He picked up the box with
the modem and opened it. "Mind if I use your tools, miss?"
"Not at all; like you say - you'll save me time, and I only
need a measuring tape."
"And maybe a flashlight," Nadine added, "the lighting isn't
very good - just the laundry area."
"Right then," Joanne grabbed the two items from her toolkit
and handed it to Mikel. "Let's go."
When they returned, Mikel had completed his task. Joanne
got to work and before long another plug was installed in the
wall.
"You're now ready, hardware-wise," Joanne declared,
ignorant of the smirks that her customers failed to suppress.
"But we still have create an account for you."
Nadine spoke up. "So when all this is over, I can just..."
"When we have your account ready, you're ready for anything!"
"How soon can you get the account ready?"
A pained expression accumulated on her face, "Now that's
not so great - we'd usually have an account ready for you in a
matter of hours, but it's Saturday..."
"And the guy who does that isn't in on the weekends."
Nadine realized.
"Sometimes," the other woman countered, "but only if he
knows in advance he'll be needed, and I thought you just wanted
a regular phone line."
"Oh well, you'll have it for her on Monday then?"
"But I've got to be at school on..." Nadine began, but was
cut off by her lover. "Remember, love - you don't HAVE to do
anything anymore! Do you *want* to keep at the classes?"
She thought deeply for a moment, brow creased and a hand
over her mouth. "Yes," she finally decided. "I started it, and
I'd like to finish it."
"Good for you then," and he hugged her from behind, his
chin on her shoulder. "You can go on to classes on Monday, and
I'll hang around here take care of this for you; the phone call
won't take long, will it?"
The technician looked surprised, "Oh, no - we'll have to
drop off your information; we don't give out that sort of stuff
get out over the phone!"
"But you're the PHONE COMPANY," he exclaimed.
"Yes, and they know just how vulnerable their system is;
why almost ANYONE could - I don't know - maybe dress up like a
repairman, and claim to work for them, couldn't they?" his lover
asked him with an evil grin.
He coloured, and gritted his teeth. "Gee, well I *guess*
that's possible...I've never heard of it happening, but you're
right - it wouldn't take much to fool the average person..."
Joanne sensed a shift in the mood, but decided not to
follow it. "Anyway, someone will just drop off a sealed
envelope with your account name and starting password...uh, tell
you what; do you two want TWO accounts, or are you lovebirds
gonna be sharing this one?"
"Gee, is it that obvious?" Mikel asked insincerely as he
pulled Nadine even closer into his arms. The two women just
rolled their eyes. "Well, what do you think, hon? Are you
going to use this account in and of itself, or just use it to
piggyback to your HCC account or others you might get? If you
won't use it for anything personal, we may as well both use it -
I'll even be able to access my old freenet account back in Nova
Scotia."
"That sounds fine - I've been using my college account all
this time, and that's where people expect to find me - I'd hate
to get them confused; we'll just take the one and share,
thanks."
"Okay then, good luck with your classes on Monday, and
you'll get your account info sometime that morning."
They gathered her gear together and Joanne exited quickly,
noting the mood of those two changing yet again, and thought
wistfully of her schedule for the afternoon. 'Two more calls,
and then I can get back home - oh, I hope Geoff got Mom to take
the kids!' She grinned at the force with which the door was
shut behind her. 'Huh! I got outta there not a moment too soon
for them!'
In fact the door had been closed by the weight of two
people leaning against it; Nadine, back against it and pressed
by Mikel who was diligently attempting to draw her very soul
from her through her open mouth. They kissed quietly but
passionately. When they had exhausted themselves of air, he
relinquished her lips and tilted his head down so that their
foreheads rested together and the tips of their noses just
touched.
"FINALLY, I couldn't wait for her to leave!"
"Oh, is that why you helped her out?"
"Hey, I was just making sure you weren't getting
screwed...that's MY job," he exclaimed with a wolf-like grin.
"Mmmmm, time to get back to work then, lover," Nadine
ordered as she locked her hands behind his neck and drew him
back to her. She trailed her lips up his cheek to breathe hotly
in his ear, running the tip of her tongue around the ridges of
his earlobe. He was filled with desire and energy, and his arms
snaked around her body and bundled her up into his arms again.
She was surprised as he tilted back taking her body's weight on
his abdomen, their combined center of gravity securely over his
hips and strong legs. "Careful," she gasped, but he stepped
back, not staggering, striding slowly but steadily toward the
bedroom. They continued slowly and after what seemed to be an
age, they fell onto the bed side-by-side.
"Well, I don't want to complain, but I got the impression
that you could've got us here faster..."
"S'good practice; if I keep at it, before long I'll have
the build to easily carry you across the threshold..."
"You mean-"
Mikel took her head in his hands. "I love you, Nadine; I
want to spend the rest of my life with you. You are the most
important thing in the world to me - your happiness is foremost
in mind. And I've always skirted around this topic because I
couldn't talk of it properly - say what you will, growing up in
a relatively isolated culture has left a large part of me as
old-fashioned: what I want to ask of you I can only do so in
person..."
She sat up cross-legged on the bed as he reached over to
his suitcase and removed a small square jewelry box. He slid
off the bed and knelt before her, taking her hand in his. "You
know what I'm gonna ask, love, but there is a protocol that's to
be followed in these sorts of things," he jokingly admonished
her, waggling a finger in her smiling face.
"Will you marry me?" she blurted out.
"That's MY line!" he raged, grumbling as he eased up to the
bed and pressed her back into the mattress. "Yes, I will be
your husband, gladly and willingly and for as long as you will
have me, and you?"
"Yes," Nadine whispered, gazing up into his glistening
eyes, and pressed her lips to his.
Mikel's mouth opened and he sucked on her lips, coaxing her
tongue to explore him. It was met by its counterpart, and the
two muscles stroked each other and pressed back and forth over
teeth and lips. They rolled around like a pair of lovers,
mirroring the passions of their owners.
His hands unbuttoned her blouse, and hers did similarly to
him. She pushed him up and they stopped kissing to breathe. He
delicately removed her glasses, assuring her that "I don't think
you'll be interested in looking at anything more than six inches
from your face." Each slipped their arms from their garments
and he encircled her, nibbling on her neck with tiny, tickling
bites. He reached behind and, while one hand moved her adust
mane clear, she felt a brief tightening in her brassiere strap,
then a release.
"Told ya I knew how to handle a bra-catch," he announced to
her, smugly smiling as he slipped the straps from her shoulders,
revealing her breasts. He bent down to attend to her nipples,
warming the air surrounding these awakening rosebuds with his
breath. His fingers cradled her breasts gently squeezing and
stroking them. Her heavy breath was testament to his
activities' success.
As Mikel's lips encircled one nubbin, Nadine's hands ran
through and grasped his thick brown hair, guiding him to the
intensity of his suckling. Her chest flushed, blood rushing to
her breasts, causing them to swell, and her breath came in gasps
and moans.
With his mouth firmly attached to one breast, and one hand
caressing the other, his free digits wended their way down her
torso, tickling this patch of skin, pinching that, until they
reached her only remaining articles of clothing. His hand
cupped her sex, grinding the fabric of her slacks against the
pubic hair. As his fingers began to stroke her labia through
the material, she tensed and sat up.
"No; while I can still think - let me do something."
Nadine pushed him over onto his back and stroked his bare chest.
Her hands moved from his well-defined shoulders, down past
undeveloped pectorals and traced circles around the slight bulge
of his abdomen.
Mikel noticed the focus of her attentions, and spoke.
"Yeah, I know, it's not exactly the washboard abs of a
'Baywatch' beefcake..."
"Oo, hush," she replied, lightly slapping his belly.
"What's important is that it's part of you, and - most of all -
it's *here*." She concluded her comment with a kiss on his
navel. "Now, there's other parts of you that I'd to take a
closer look at."
"Fine, fine - it's not like I can't guess what you're
talking about," he replied, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
"Hey, careful, bub," Nadine retorted, planting her hand
over his crotch and gently squeezing. Her lover's eyes widened
with concern and he quickly blurted "Sorry, sorry - you're
beautiful, lovely, gorgeous, witty, sexy, funny, you make people
feel better just by being around..."
She snorted derision at Mikel's attempt of flattery, and
grasped his belt. "Whatever! I seem to notice that you're not
quite so happy to see me..."
"Oh? Ah well, you have to remember that the poor little
guy has had more exercise today than he's had in SEVEN YEARS;
it's expected that he'd need a little more time to get 'pumped'
for the next event!"
She pulled the zipper of his khakis, and slid her hand
under his jockeys to grasp the topic of their conversation.
"I'd have thought he'd be raring to go whenever I was around -
the available female?"
"Give him time - I'm sure he's willing...I know I am," the
supine man replied, his voice dropping to a lustful growl at the
end. And sure enough, as her hand shifted to encircle him, she
felt a twitch, and a slow warming of his manhood.
"Fine then, let me give him a little encouragement," she
said as she drew his shaft from his underwear. "Aw, he looks so
cute when he's little like that," Nadine exclaimed, enjoying the
blush of Mikel's cheeks. She lifted his prick with a finger and
thumb, taking a close look at the appendage in front of her
face. She bent down and lightly touched her lips to his
cockhead. In response, the shaft twitched again and his knob
swelled. "Oooo - he moved for me!"
"Yeahhhhhh," came a moaned reply. Mikel's eyes were closed
and his face a mask of pleasurable concentration. He frowned
and inhaled quickly as he felt his lover's tongue run down his
prick. She kissed her way back up to the tip, and then slipped
him into her mouth. A hiss escaped from his lips as he she
licked the underside of his head, and her teeth grasped the
ridge of his glans. Nadine then plunged her head down an inch
or two on his cock, sucking as she drew back and leaving a
'high-water mark' of her saliva. Several more strokes had his
entire penis glistening and rigid. She let it slip from her
lips and said, "there - now he's ready for action!"
With his eyes still shut, he heard the rasp of another
zipper, sighed as he felt a hand grasp him and awaited the feel
of the condom. He was surprised to feel something rather
different sliding over his cock.
"Woah, love - are we forgetting something?" he asked, as
his eyes opened.
"No, and since you love quantifying everything, try this
out," she replied grinding her mound into his pubic hair as she
ticked off her fingers. "One: I'm only a few days away from
finishing my first prescription of birth-control, so there's not
*that* much chance to start. Two: as you've said, this is
Little Willy's third time at bat, so whatever you give up is
gonna be low on potency. And three: we've already gotten
engaged just a few minutes ago. Unless you're a real two-timing
prick," and her expression told Mikel that the pun was intended,
"I think if you did manage to knock me up, I wouldn't be too
worried about bearing the child of the man I love. Just
remember that I get the drugs at the start this time, and get to
hold and crush your hand during delivery!"
"Well," he gasped as she rode him, "I guess you're right -
I've done a lot today, and I'll almost be shooting blanks. And
as for your conditions," he replied, pulling the woman down to
kiss her quickly but warmly on the cheek. "a) the thought of
you suffering the pain of merely a hangnail fills me with dread,
and b) I agree, it'd only be fair...but make it my right hand,
love."
"Glad you consent, man - now let's get going," she sighed
as she lifted herself and slid down onto him again. He
responded by shifting his pants down to his knees, and thrusting
his hips up to meet her.
They caressed each other, and moved to meet at the apex of
each stroke, starting slowly, and building in tempo as her
pleasure increased. Mikel adjusted their positioning so that
his shaft brushed her engorged clitoris every time. He was
rewarded with Nadine flushing with ecstasy soon after, her hands
tweaking her breasts, her voice a soft moan, her body shivering
and her cunt clasping him inside her. She collapsed onto him,
taking his head in her hands and initiated a long, passionate
kiss. He encircled her shoulders, hugging her to him, and
kissed her back with equal verve.
They broke off, her nuzzling into the crook of his neck, he
kissing his way up her cheek to brush his lips across her
temple. "Mmmmm, I have to thank you, honey; you had the right
idea with leaving off the condom - it just feels...so...well,
better unfettered."
"I miped id doo," she mumbled indistinctly into his
shoulder.
"So you're saying it was also an improvement for you?" he asked,
stroking her eyebrow with his cheek.
"Ef, I mean 'yes'," came the reply as she moved her face to
speak clearly. "If I wanted the feel of rubber inside of me,
I'd grab my vibrator." She ran a finger along his collarbone.
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"Everything: coming to see me, treating me the way you
have, being so kind,"
"...And making you come so often!" he finished, a familiar
sly grin returning to his face.
"Yeah, that too," she admitted, twirling some of his sparse
chest hair. "I mean here we are; I'm in the aftermath, and
you're still inside me and hard as wood."
"Heh, well since you've pointed out that I like lists,
three things: A) I once heard or read some guy say 'if it feels
so good, why let it end so quickly?' so I guess I like the
feeling too much to rush things. B) I'm not sure, but I think I
must have some sort of 'chivalry' gene - every time I help
someone out or do them a favor or even just make them feel a
little happier for just a moment, that makes me feel really
good. And I'm talking like a hit of seratonin or something - I
get a real high off of altruism." He ran his hands over her
back, enjoying the feel of her body shrouded in her long hair.
"Oh, and take it from me I've felt better than I have...well
ever, ever since I first made you laugh over the phone."
"Ah-HA, so the real reason comes out why you said my
happiness was the most important goal in your life!" Nadine
exclaimed, raising herself up to her elbows and smiling evilly
at him.
He broke comically into tears, pressing his hands to his
face, and hamming it up. "Yes, YES! I confess: I've been
making you feel good solely for selfish reasons; I was only
interested in myself! I admit it, I'm addicted to charitable
behavior; I'm hooked on good deeds!" "HELP ME," he wailed.
Slowly his 'sobbing' petered out, and peeking one eye through
his fingers, asked "So, did ya buy it?" and received a pillow
for his troubles.
"No I didn't buy it, you silly man," she giggled. "So
what's the third reason?"
"Oh, well. Anyway, C)..." His smile remained, but she
noticed that Mikel seemed somewhat more serious. "C is that
ever since I grabbed hold of you in the hall, just a few hours
and half a lifetime ago, the very feel of your body, your every
touch, makes me feel just...so...agh, what's the word!" A frown
took possession of his visage, indicating his struggle to
express the feelings he now experienced. "Oh, it's happiness,
and it's pride, and it's strength, and so many things I can't
even identify them - if this is what being in love is like,
don't let it EVER stop, I say. I...<sigh>...I just feel so
perfect when I'm with you; like something God designed is
finally happening the way he wanted...every stupid little saying
about love is true - I'm feeling them all the time now; I'm so
awash with emotion I'm surprised I can even talk coherently! I
LOVE you, Nadine Sanders, and that you've consented to marry me
makes me feel just so right!"
"Mmmmm; you're right - I feel just like you do." Nadine
rested on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, and riding his
lungs as they lifted her...up...and down...and up...and down.
"I've said that my previous experiences haven't been quite so
good. And now, you're with me, and you're so nice, and you
treat me like how I feel matters to you."
"Ah, but it does, darling," he proclaimed, lightly tapping
her nose with a finger. "Everyone who's treated you badly or
stepped on your feelings or just basically been less than civil
has been, to put it simply, ignorant. To not notice a lovely,
funny, sexy woman, so full of the capacity to cheer others, and
to be SO wonderful; it's just a crime..."
"So you're gonna jail the asshole who cut me off in the
supermarket yesterday?"
"If I have to, yes. Remember it won't be long before I'm
rather wealthy, my wild rose, and with wealth comes influence;
maybe the local police need the building renovated, or new cars
or maybe a dental plan...pretty soon, that lout is being watched
by the cops for the slightest infraction. And since people who
cut in lines tend to be equally thoughtless - on the road, for
example - it wouldn't be long before the guy who slighted you
winds up with a handful of traffic violations."
"Mmmmm, you'd do that for me?"
"Well, actually, the cops would do that for me, and I'd
arrange it for you - just putting credit where credit is due,
love" and he kissed the top of her head.
"Oh no - I've created a nit-picking *monster*" Nadine
murmured, running her nose across one of her lover's nipples.
His body flinched pleasantly, reminding her of something. "Oh!
I can't believe we've been lying here talking all this time, and
you're still in me."
"Oooohhhh, I never forgot - it's been fantastic, feeling
your every move on my dick."
"But you got me off, so fair's fair..." and she shifted her
hips and clenched her cunt muscles.
"Oh...all right," Mikel replied, locking one leg around
hers, clasping her to him, and he rolled them onto their side.
He kissed her cheek and pushed himself into her, feeling his
erection regain strength from the feel of her silky insides.
She planted her hands on his shoulders, getting her entire
body moving with their stroke for a while, enjoying the feel of
his hardening member brush her clit. Once he was fully erect
again, she let him take over, thrusting into her with all the
passion and love he mentioned during their pillow-talk.
She ran her fingers down his chest, and circled his tiny,
vestigial nipples. 'Hmmmmmm. Who was it that started talking
about the redundancy of men's nips on the newsgroup - Jane?
Heather? Aw, who CARES!' she thought, as a wave of warm
pleasure soaked through her.
She glanced down to see Mikel teasing her tits with his
moustache. She brought her arms up around his head and pulled
it into her chest. He replied by latch his lips around one of
her aroused nubs, rolling gently between his teeth. She gasped
as he flicked his tongue around her sensitive flesh, and a
trickle of moisture seeped onto his prick as it slid into her
with gorgeous repetition. His head eased back and he groaned
softly with the pleasure he was surely feeling.
As he gave her other nipple the same treatment, her fingers
worked into his hair and massaged his scalp. Another shift in
his posture caused multi-coloured stars to appear behind her
eyelids as her clit was pressed back into her nether lips. She
pulled him up to her face, and sloppily kissed him, hugging him
as if she wanted to pull his entire body into her. She felt his
hands pull her legs over his hips, and they rolled onto her
back. His cock was lower in her vagina as her legs encircled
him, but a thumb pressed into her moist cavern attended to her
clit.
She pulled at his lower lip with her teeth and moaned,
feeling his tongue caress the inside of her upper lip and gums.
Nadine giggled as his moustache tickled her nose. A twinkle in
her man's brown eyes showed he was inwardly laughing with her.
She released his lip and her tongue pushed his back into its
home, stroking the roof of his mouth. Mikel shivered in
response and his thrumming of her engorged clit skipped a beat,
causing a jolt of ecstasy to course through her veins.
The man above her knitted his eyebrows in concentration,
beginning to pant with lust and arousal. He slid slightly
higher on her body, and Nadine felt her nexus of so many
pleasurable nerves dragged into her pussy. She scratched his
back with her fingernails, wordlessly encouraging him to greater
and greater activity. His pace increased, blurring the feelings
that came from between her legs. She sighed with the feel of his
hot breath on the side of her neck.
A few strokes more and she was in the throes of orgasm, her
fingers digging into the muscles over his shoulder blades, her
thighs squeezing his waist, and her inner labia clenching his
swelling prick. A high, quiet keening came from her mouth,
accompanied by a roaring sigh from her lover's. Even in the
sensory overload of her climax, she felt his hot seed filling
her cunt.
Nadine's mind cleared, and she found herself lying across
the bed with this man's recumbent body resting over her, limp.
She kissed his nose and Mikel sighed, shifting slightly. It
took little effort for her to coax him to slide off of her and
he curled up, his face smothering itself in her hair and his
slick, slowly softening organ pressed into her leg. His arm was
still draped over her chest, a bar of warmth on her cooling
skin. After a few moments she felt him shiver, and his eyes
slowly opened.
"Ngggggg...mmmmmuuu. Wwwwooooooowwwww," he indistinctly
intoned, bringing a smile to her lips. "Are you as chilly as
me?"
"Yeah, I'm sort of cold," she sighed, rolling to face him
and stroking his arm with her free hand.
"Is the heat working?"
"It should be..."
"And those windows aren't open, so...oh, wow - I can feel
your heartbeat!"
"So, we're pressed toget-"
"No, you don't understand - I can feel it in your
*fingertips*!"
She grasped his wrist and draped his hand over her mouth;
he was right, she could feel a faint but rhythmic throbbing on
her lips.
"Gee, did we heat up that much?"
"I guess so; we're just so hot together even room
temperature seems cold," Nadine mused as she shifted them to the
head of the bed, pushing the suitcase onto the floor. Mikel
stopped suddenly, dozy but alert to something she didn't notice.
"You know something, beautiful? We forgot to finish something."
His arm reached behind him.
She frowned and tried to recall the events on her bed.
"Well, I came, we talked, and then both you and I came; I don't
see anything missing with that."
"Not that - that was perfect, love. I'm talking about
before that."
"Oh gee, that's a little hazy-"
"Flatterer! Here, maybe this'll refresh your memory," and
Mikel opened the small jewellery box in his hand a held it in
front of her face.
She regarded the small, hazy diamond in her vision, vaguely
disappointed, until she realized her eyes were focusing properly
- the central stone was nestled in a ring...no a *halo* of tiny
diamond chips that stretched down one side of the gold band.
She sighed and took the box in her hands.
"It's a comet - you probably don't remember that I
commented about Hale-Bopp early in our relationship, how we
could look up at the sky and see the same thing at the same time
despite the distance between us. It's stuck in my mind ever
since. Now that I look back upon it, that errant lump of ice
could've been a sign that we were meant for each other, and I
wanted to remember that lucky coincidence."
"It's...c'mere you!" She kissed him and nestled her head
under his. Mikel sighed, half from happiness and half from
exasperation. "Nadine, darling? We're still not done with
this."
"What? Oh, right. Here." She returned the ring to him,
and pulled her left arm out from under his body. He had the
circle of gold in his fingers, and grasped her hand in his,
kissing each knuckle softly. "So, wanna get hitched, missus?"
he asked smiling as she laughed at his affected Cockney accent.
"Naah, let's try it like this," and his voice shifted up several
classes. "Dear, dear lady. Would you grant me the endless
pleasure of being my soulmate *officially*? To be there both to
console me and be consoled by me? To share in my happiness and
yours? To love me and be forever loved in return? Will you
marry me?"
"Yes. I love you, Mikel, and everything you asked of me
I'm only too happy to agree to; I found you, and I don't ever
want to let you go."
He slipped the ring onto her finger, fighting back tears of
joy at her requiting his love. He pulled her to him, and kissed
her passionately, a salty wetness running down his nose and
crossing onto hers.
"God, you ARE a soft one, aren't you, man?"
"Well, it's rather sappily romantic, isn't it? Getting
engaged a few days before your birthday! But yeah, I'm a big
marshmallow. <sniff> Just imagine it - a wedding where the
GROOM is crying! It's just I've never been so happy in my
life."
"And how did you get the size right?"
"Huh? Oh...I didn't."
"Yeah, right!"
He smirked guiltily. "No, you're right - I can't lie to
you. Do you remember that letter you sent me?"
"Which one?"
"The one where you traced your hand on the page? I got a
jeweller to take a guess from that - looks like he was right!"
Mikel shivered as their bodies cooled.
"Oooo, let's get under the covers!"
Her new fiance made no protest, his heavy-lidded eyes
gazing possessively over her as she shifted their bodies and
pulled the comforter over them. "Thank you, fiancee," he
sighed. And kissing her on the forehead, he nestled into her
shoulder and drifted off.
She looked down his back to her left hand, watching the
play of light on the symbol of their love. She whispered into
his ear, "Thank YOU, husband-to-be, for the best birthday
present I could ever get," closed her eyes and dreamed of their
happy future.
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End of Chapter Four and of "A Birthday Wish Come True"
Author's Note:
Right, first off this is my premier venture into global
submission of erotica, so please bear with me as I learn the
ropes...and whips and chains. ;) If you found this story to your
liking, please let me know by email. (empath@hotmail.com)
Also bear in mind that I am not solely responsible for the
better qualities of this story - I took advantage of Celeste's
wonderful network of helpful proofreaders, and one charitable
soul has given me much assistance.
On the other hand, if you didn't like this story, you may
find me fully responsible for deciding what was originally a
love letter to the real 'Nadine' (yes, I am 'Mikel', but I'm not
Norweigan, and 'Nadine' isn't in Nebraska) would be suitable for
public comsumption.
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