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Rendezvous (MF, rom, oral, anal)
By D.B. Metallo (danmetallo@peoplepc.com)
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It started out as a typical Saturday, with not much
going on except a couple of phone calls that weren't of
any consequence. Lounging on my sofa, listening to some
music, and reading "Catch-22" seemed like a proper way
to allot my time. Steely Dan was wafting through the
speakers when there was a soft tapping at my door. I
sure as hell hoped it wasn't some damn Jehovah's Witness
trying to sell me Jesus. Christ isn't for sale, as far
as I know, and a theological discussion with some naive
rube from Arkansas wasn't at the top of my dance card. I
turned the music down a bit, and hurriedly pulled on a
shirt and opened the door.
"Hiya Danny!! Surprised?!" she exclaimed, a smile
lighting up her enchanting face. I stared at her
dumbfounded, and a grin eased onto my face. Beth was a
very pretty woman who I was "involved with" in college.
She was 27 years old, stood about 5 feet 7 inches tall,
and weighed approximately 125 lbs. She had long chestnut
brown hair falling lightly to an exquisite ass,
wonderfully shaped firm pert breasts, about a 34B, long,
slender legs, and a rather angelic face. She was sort of
shy when we first met, but dissipated fairly quickly as
she met more people and matured intellectually. She
eventually became something bordering on assertive.
"No, not at all. I've been expecting you, Beth," I told
her, the wide grin on my face strongly hinting at the
veracity of my claim. "You look very lovely," I
expressed, looking into her blue-gray eyes. She was as
beautiful as I had remembered her, perhaps even more so.
Beth had usually dressed fairly casually when were
attending school together, and today was no exception.
She had on a pair of old military-surplus fatigues that
served to accentuate the alluring shape of her ass, and
a simple white t-shirt that made it quite clear there
was no bra between her pert breasts and the thin cotton
shirt. Her perky nipples made their presence known from
beneath the light shirt, subtly pressing through the
material. I realized at that moment how much I had
missed her. It had been going on five years since I last
had seen her elegant face.
*
In the not-so-distant past when we were both attending
the University of Arizona, we would spend countless
hours talking history, philosophy, and a broad range of
other topics, and I believe we both came to appreciate
each other's intellects and varied senses of humor. Beth
possessed a sense of humor consisting of large portions
of irony and sarcasm, and her rapier wit had humbled
many an opponent. Many men seem to be put off by a woman
with a strong intellect, especially one greater than
their own, but I was initially drawn to Beth because of
her cerebral nature. Of course, it didn't hurt at all
that she was attractive and alluring. I still distinctly
remember when the relationship transcended mere
intellectual appreciation.
We were walking home in no hurry from the U of A library
in our sophomore year, casually discussing a mid-term
exam approaching in one of our more difficult philosophy
courses, and without warning she took my hand into her
soft grasp. I was rather surprised by this spontaneous
event, as ours had been a connection with platonic roots
up until that point, although I doubted we would have
denied a sexual attraction.
After Beth took my hand, she looked at me with something
resembling a mix of love and ardor in her eyes, and
brought her pretty face very slowly towards mine. She
smiled softly at me as she swept her hair away from her
face, then hesitantly kissed me with her soft lips, very
tentatively at first, then with increasing passion as
she eased her tongue into my mouth, seeking out my own.
It was tender. It was sensuous. It was loving.
I pulled her close to my body, feeling her firm breasts
pressed against my chest, experiencing her warmth while
I kissed her deeply, my tongue dancing rhythmically in
her mouth. I remember the clean smell of her hair. I
recollect the seductive nature of her subtle perfume. We
paused from our unanticipated embrace, looking intently
into each other's eyes. We then turned in unison, and
slowly continued on our way in silence with slight
smiles on our faces, my arm around her shoulders. When
we got to her door, I kissed her very tenderly on her
soft lips as I eased my arm around her petite waist. I
reluctantly turned to walk to my apartment, elated at
what had just transpired.
I pondered our initial kiss all of the way back to my
small college-ghetto apartment, and into the evening,
mulling over where it might lead. Beth's feelings were
the same as mine I thought, at least hoped they were. I
just didn't want to overstep any unspoken boundaries, as
I regarded her as an unparalleled friend first and
foremost. She was intelligent, she was stimulating, and
she was beautiful in my eyes, and if I could tell
anything from the leers she received whenever we ambled
across campus together, she was pretty hot in a lot of
other guys' eyes as well.
Over the next several months, it became rather apparent
where this romance was evolving. We began to gradually
transform into a couple as time progressed. We went to
the campus bookstore together when we needed to, we
would go to various restaurants and fast food franchises
occasionally, and we unfailingly went to our common
classes together daily. We hung out on weekends at my
apartment, listening to Steely Dan, Elvis Costello, and
alternative radio, among other things. We also happened
to have in common an avid inclination for the blues.
There was a definite shared predilection for each other.
We hugged and kissed considerably more, in private
initially, and we gradually became more public with our
affections. We profoundly enjoyed each other's company,
and both of us sought out one another on an increasingly
frequent basis. Eventually leading up to an evening
where Beth found herself alone at her off-campus
apartment, as her roommate Monica had left for Cabo San
Lucas for spring break. She called to invite me over to
her place at 8 o'clock in the evening for, "maybe some
coffee, a few drinks..." she giggled, then added
cryptically, "and whatever." I imagined I heard her
grinning through the phone.
After showering, shaving quickly and throwing on some
cologne, I got dressed and walked the reasonably short
distance to her apartment. I proceeded with a leisurely
pace to her house, debating whether I was just imagining
the implications I thought I heard in her voice on the
phone. Beth met me at the door, and after a warm and
inviting kiss, welcomed me into her house. She was
dressed casually, wearing tight faded Lee jeans, a loose
fitting skull-and-roses Grateful Dead t-shirt (she was
somewhat of a Deadhead), and was barefooted. I thought I
could discern the outline of erect nipples beneath her
thin cotton shirt. In my somewhat biased eyes, she was
simply beautiful.
"Hiya Danny. It's great to see you. Come on in," she
said softly with a shy smile, and eyed me at the door.
"How are you?" she asked me with an appealing twinkle in
her eye. "Gee... you're looking quite dapper... got a
date after you leave here tonight?" she teased
playfully, referring rather facetiously to my weathered
jeans and a somewhat tattered Elvis Costello "My Aim Is
True" t-shirt. "That is, *if* you leave here tonight," I
thought I heard her whisper under her breath, and I was
pretty sure I had understood what she had said. I kept
whatever I might have had to say to myself.
"Hey Beth. I'm pretty good. Thanks for asking. It's damn
good to see you as well, babe," I said, putting my arm
around her and kissing her softly on the lips as I
entered the house. "And thank you for the comment on my
clothes, babe; I didn't want to outdress you," I kidded
her with a grin. She answered with a practiced smirk and
a toothy grin. "Still listening to Jackson Browne, eh?"
I asked her rhetorically as I found myself listening to
"Late for the Sky" emanating from her speakers, and
looked to see her nod her head and softly smile. Beth
had a certain fondness for early seventies music.
We also shared a mutual interest in the sixties. Beth
was drawn to acid rock and the alternative lifestyles,
i.e., "hippies", while I was more attracted to the
political upheavals of the era, particularly the
Democratic National Convention in Chicago in 1968, the
Weather Underground, and Huey Newton and the Black
Panthers. I had wanted to be a revolutionary back in
high school, despite the fact I realized even then that
the pension plans for freedom fighters were somewhat
less than ideal. I decided to go to college to sort out
my political leanings, among other things. I waited two
years before I entered college, as I went on a two year
"self-discovery" period. In time, I decided what I
wanted to do. Namely, I wanted to be a writer.
The room had the vaguely sensual scent of jasmine
enveloping it, and I looked to see a stick of incense
burning in an ashtray, sending up plumes of fragrant
smoke. There was a pleasantly mellow ambience in the
room. I noticed a fine-looking calico cat, and her name
was "Peckerwood", based on my conversations with Beth,
walking warily around the room, eying me nervously. I'd
always wondered why she had named her female cat
Peckerwood.
"Would you care for some fresh coffee, babe? I have some
pretty nice coffee from Sumatra I just brewed. Sumatra
Mandheling. I just put the beans in the grinder just a
moment before you arrived," she told me as I sat on her
sofa. Coffee was another subject we shared in common. We
both purchased our favorite varieties and ground our
beans fresh, just before brewing. Our early "coffee
dates", where we would sit and discuss books, current
affairs, with her even indulging me as I talked about
baseball, provided a sturdy foundation for our alliance.
We simply enjoyed talking to one another. In fact, we
seemed to *fascinate* each other. I noticed she was
looking at me in a manner different from what she
usually did. I wondered what the significance of her
assessment was.
"Yeah, I'd appreciate some coffee. Thank you. I can
smell it. It has a nice rich aroma to it. And it looks
as if you have great taste in art," I pointed out,
alluding to the Dali prints adorning her walls. When she
returned with the hot coffee, she sat down rather close
to where I was sitting, and I slipped my arm around her
shoulder, pulling her even closer to me. She was wearing
a small amount of subtle perfume, and the effect was
pleasing to me. It seemed to me that there was a bit
more of the usual sexual tension between us in the room,
and that's quite a statement, because Beth and I seemed
to exude sort of a physical affinity. As she extended
her hand for her cup of coffee, she turned to me and
smiled brightly.
"Well, I don't know about art, but I know what I like,"
she kidded, looking me in the eye as she said it, and I
thought I saw a flirtatious glance. "Actually, those
prints are Monica's, honey. She brought them along with
her from Oregon," she informed me, referring to her
strange roommate from Eugene. "I'm having a few problems
writing this paper for the course 'History of American
Foreign Policy, 1945-to-Present'. I think I'm doing okay
in the class as far as tests go, but this paper is a
significant portion of my grade. I think I have a topic,
but I'm having a little trouble with my thesis. Didn't
you take the class?" she inquired as I reached for my
coffee, taking a sip of the hot caffeinated liquid.
"Yeah, I took it. I did pretty well in the course too,
if I say so myself... and I just did," I quipped with a
smile. "He's a great professor. He got his doctorate at
UC Berkeley. In fact, he's why I took the course. I've
taken several of his classes. Are there still a lot of
ROTC recruits in the class?" I asked her, and seeing her
nod, continued after taking a quick sip of my coffee. "I
believe I wrote mine on the withdrawal of the French
after Dien Bien Phu, and the resulting political mayhem
occurring in the years following the attack, leading to
our increased involvement. I mean, at that time, in
1954, we only had a few quote/unquote 'policy advisors'
over there," I explained to her.
"Yeah, the Domino Theory and all that," she remarked in
a manner bordering on sarcasm. She deliberately turned
to me and grinned. "But he is a good professor. I really
like him. I do have to take a boatload of notes when I'm
in his classes though. I was thinking of doing my paper
on the issues surrounding the Tet Offensive. It was one
of the turning points in the Vietnam War, wouldn't you
think?" she asked me as she pulled a small vial from her
jeans.
"Well, it was certainly a turning point in the American
perception of the war," I said to her while trying to
eye the vial with my peripheral vision. "And Johnson
decided not to run a mere two months later. Good ol'
LBJ. 1968 was a pivotal year in American history as far
as I'm concerned, and I think the '68 Convention had
more than a little to do with it," I stated, and as my
curiosity got the best of me, I asked, "Umm, what's in
the vial?"
"Oh, this?" she asked me with an innocent look on her
face, then mischievously grinned at me as she slowly
shook the small vial back and forth. "Well, I guess I
should tell you that it happens to be some prime
Hawaiian marijuana... Kona bud, to be specific. A good
friend of mine brought it back from the islands," she
informed me with a slight smile on her face, then
continued. "I haven't smoked any of it yet. I was
planning for this to be sort of a 'special' night, so I
was wondering if you were interested in partaking with
me," she grinned, putting her hand lightly on my thigh
as she did so.
"Really? I really didn't think you got loaded," I told
her, looking at her incredulously while considering the
many meanings of 'special', and loving the feel of her
hand on my thigh. I had given some thought to the
possibility of Beth getting high, especially with her
fondness for all things "hippie", but had purged the
thought from my head when did so well in her classes.
"Wow. I haven't 'partaken', as you say, in a couple of
years. Hmmm... what to do?" I looked over at her lovely
face, breaking into a grin. "But with you? Sure, let's
burn one. I'd be honored to get stoned with you. And
you'll be here to take care of me, right?" I asked her
with a smile.
"Sure, I'll take care of you, babe," she said with a
seductive smile, and after pausing to kiss me with more
than a little passion, went on. "Actually, I haven't
smoked any reefer since I was a senior in high school,
but I thought it would be rather fun to share what could
be a rather intimate experience together," she commented
with a sly smile, looking at me intently, and I didn't
miss her reference to 'a rather intimate experience'.
"So, do you think you could manage to roll us a joint,
babe? And before you say anything about it being
wasteful, I just thought a joint would more properly
'set the mood', as it were," she added while smiling
widely, got up to go toward the kitchen, then sat a
couple of beers on the table.
"I think I can manage, babe," I smiled and told her as I
wondered just what she may have been 'setting the mood'
for. "You may not have known this, but I'd been a joint
man back when I got high. Let's see the vial and the
papers, sweetie," I smiled, and after she gave them to
me, I took a drink of my beer and began to prepare the
smoke so I could roll a bone, as it consisted of some
rather compressed sticky sinsemilla buds.
"You look like you know what you're doing when it comes
to rolling joints, Danny. If you don't mind me asking,
why'd you stop smoking dope?" she inquired. "Did you get
busted or something?" she asked me, then took a small
sip of her beer.
"Why, thank you, darlin'. Thank you very much," I told
her with a smile, taking a drink of my own beer. I had
always been sort of proud of my ability to roll a
competent bone. I observed her grinning. "Actually, no,
I didn't get popped, although I came awfully close to it
a time or two. Ask me about it sometime," I advised her.
"I think this will be pretty neat, you and I getting
loaded together," Beth commented, looking me directly in
the eyes, leaning in and adding in a stealthy whisper,
"and I get somewhat horny after smoking dope, you know."
She tittered nervously as she did, before kissing me
with a tender passion on the lips.
"What a coincidence! From what I can remember, I get
reasonably randy after I get high as well," I told her
with a wide grin on my face as I finished rolling the
joint. "Maybe we'll be able to work something out
between us," I laughed as I handed her the bone. I was
becoming very interested in where this little dialogue
might be heading.
"Perhaps we shall," she said with a sly grin. "Why,
thank you so very much, kind sir!" she commented with a
mock British upper-crust accent added to her voice, and
I held a match for her to light the joint. "Whoa! This
tastes like some prime reefer here," she commented after
holding in a long slow draw on the joint, and passing it
to me.
"You're right. This does taste like some very good
smoke," I told her after taking a healthy toke from the
joint and handing it back to her. It had been quite a
while since I had smelled the odor of marijuana so close
to me, and the sensation brought back many fond
memories. "Umm, how are you feeling, babe?" I asked her
while running my fingers through her sweet-scented hair,
curious as to how the smoke was affecting her.
"You might not believe this, honey, but I'm getting
there already," she told me with a silly grin on her
face after she had held in her hit and passed it to me.
Although on Beth's face, it really didn't look "silly".
It somehow looked sexy. In hindsight, I think I might
have been trying to imagine what her breasts looked
like. Without the shirt in the way. We continued passing
the bone back and forth and as it got progressively
smaller, I took a few drinks of my beer.
"It's getting pretty small," I pointed out to her, and
proceeded to take a lengthy hit of the joint. I was
quite pleasantly stoned, and was enjoying myself
immensely. I continued to undress her with my eyes.
"Yeah... that's what *she* said," she quipped with a
devilish grin. As I passed the joint back to her, I
noticed her eyes were beginning to redden. "I think this
thing is spent, babe," she declared, and set it down in
the ash tray. She stared at her Beck's for several long
moments, transfixed by the geometric patterns forming by
the condensation on the bottle, then asked "Where is
Bremen, honey?"
"It's in northern Germany. Somewhat close to Hamburg, a
port city on the North Sea," I informed her casually.
"You don't mind, do you, babe? I'm feeling kinda
drowsy," she looked up and asked me, smiling innocently,
and she wrapped her dainty hand around my back as she
lay her head on my lap. I looked down at the sight of
her slender body laying on its side, with her jeans
highlighting the enticing curves of her firm ass.
"Umm, I hope you realize that I might 'rise to the
occasion', if you catch my drift," I informed her with a
wide grin, alluding to the likely consequences of my
cock being so close in proximity to her face, not to
mention her mouth.
"I hope you realize that it's not as if I was exactly
oblivious to your rather painfully obvious erections,"
she told me with a chuckle. "Sheesh! Did you possibly
think I was under the impression that you had a crescent
wrench in your pocket pressing into my belly?! I *knew*
you were glad to see me," she told me, giggling as she
did, then continued as I observed her with a wide grin.
"And quite frankly, I was flattered. I think the world
of you. You've let me proceed in this alliance at my own
speed. You've never pressured me once to go any farther
than I wanted to go. You've let me define the parameters
of this relationship, babe. You've respected me in every
way. In fact, despite my limited experience in such
matters, I'm pretty sure that I... well, there's other
way to say this... I'm pretty sure I love you, Danny,"
she said, looking me directly in the eyes, and I felt an
instantaneous tightening in my chest. There was an
uncomfortable pause in the conversation while we both
considered what she had just said. At this point, I
think I would be best depicted as "pleasantly dazed". In
retrospect, I must have suspected it; but to hear her
actually *say* it was quite a different story. Quite a
different story indeed.
"Yes, I'm quite sure of it. I'm in love with you," she
said rather unexpectedly, looking up into my face for a
response. I wasn't really certain of what, if any,
emotions were showing. "I hope you aren't alarmed, but
you're intelligent, you're really funny, you're kind,
you're informed, you tend to be gentle, and, last but
not least, you're pretty good looking," she finished
with a radiant smile as she moved her head upwards to
kiss me sensuously on the lips, and by looking into her
eyes I could sense she had meant every word she said. I
was quite exhilarated.
"But it *was* a crescent wrench, babe... how did you
know?" I joked, stalling for time as I wondered what I'd
say to her after her stunning revelation. "And I *was*
glad to see you. Very glad. And I think the world of you
as well, honey. You're very intelligent, you're loving,
you're kind, you're polite, and, you may think I'm going
out on a limb here, but you're quite beautiful to me.
You really are," I told her, looking to see her blushing
slightly as I spoke.
"And although I have only one or two past experiences to
compare it with, you can rest assured that I love you as
well, girlfriend," I told her sincerely, pulling her up
to me and we engaged in an ardent kiss, sharing our
tongues, our lips, our passion. I lazily stroked her
hair as she reposed her body to the couch, laying her
head on my lap, "I do love you, Beth," I assured her,
and looked down to see her beaming radiantly, "and I'm
in love with you as well," I concluded frankly. There. I
said it. It seemed as if a tremendous weight was lifted
off of my shoulders. On the other hand, I could just
eliminate all of the melodrama and just say it felt
good. And it did. It felt good.
"You know, I think the two of us had sensed we both
loved each other, but both of us knew of the impending
repercussions. On one hand, you are looking forward to
law school at the U of A, while on the other hand, I'm
planning to get my masters degree at UC Berkeley," she
told me, reaching up to gently caress my hair.
"Yeah, I know, Beth, and I've given it some thought as
well. Who's to say that you couldn't get a job here?" I
posed the question to her, thinking my logic was sound.
I hoped. I was pretty ripped myself. "And who's to say I
couldn't come out there," I blurted out before I had
really known what I was saying.
"That's definitely possible, but do you know what? We
have a couple of years or so until we cross that
bridge," she pointed out, looking me in the eyes as she
went on. "I suggest we stop worrying so much about the
future, and simply enjoy each other now. Enjoy the
moment, as the maxim goes. Do you have any objections to
that?" she said to me while grinning nervously. "Man,
I'm higher than a jaybird!" she exclaimed joyfully with
a wide grin on her face, then abruptly stood up and
grabbed my hand. "Come on... I have an idea," she
instructed me with a soft smile rather mysteriously, and
after she took my hand in hers, I followed her
wordlessly as she led me down a hallway to the door of
what I assumed to be her room.
"C'mon in... lover," she said rather huskily, tittering
nervously as she opened the door to her room. Her
matter-of-fact use of the term 'lover' thrilled me. The
room definitely had a counterculture feel to it, with
Peter Max and Grateful Dead posters tacked to the walls.
There was a Jimi Hendrix poster hanging on the wall as
well, and she even had one of those 'Desiderata' posters
up. The room held a faint trace of strawberry incense,
as if it had been recently burned there, and it had
quite a pleasing effect overall.
A small flickering candle on her dresser provided the
only light in her room, with the end result being that
the room had an almost eerie glow to it. I noticed a
futon in one corner of the room, and she nudged me
toward it. "Sit down, sweetie. Make yourself at home. Do
you like my room?" she asked softly as she sat down on
the edge of the futon. As I watched, she lit a stick of
incense, which I was presuming to be strawberry.
"What's not to like? It's definitely you, babe," I told
her. "And do you mean by 'make yourself at home' that I
can take off my shoes and socks and throw them randomly
around the room?" I kidded her, and seeing her
engagingly smile, joined her by slowly easing myself to
the thin mattress beside her. As I reached the soft
bedding, she pulled me close and kissed me warmly,
wrapping her arms around me gently and easing to the
bed, pulling me on top of her.
"Help me take off my top," she whispered breathlessly
while looking lovingly into my eyes, and I was quite
pleased at the direction this thing appeared to be
heading. I reached down and loosely grasped the bottom
hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head as she held
her arms out, and cast it aside.
As I expected, her breasts were superb. They weren't
large ponderous breasts, which I consider rather
cumbersome, but her breasts seemed so... elegant, for
lack of a better term. Conical is the word I find coming
to mind when I try to attach a descriptive term, but it
isn't quite accurate. Perhaps 'economical' would be more
apt, as in ' more than a handful is a waste', and they
seemed to defy gravity. Her breasts projected out
inconspicuously from her chest with small dime-sized
areolas, with nice prominent nipples jutting proudly
upward, and her creamy mounds of flesh contrasted
sharply with her deeply tanned body.
I quickly removed my own shirt, leaning into her to kiss
her tender well-formed lips as she pulled me tightly to
her body. Her perky nipples pressed into my chest, and
our breathing quickened considerably. I kissed Beth
passionately, sliding my tongue between her slightly
parted lips, our tongues intermingling excitedly in our
mouths, and maintaining eye contact as we did,
expressing the desire within our eyes.
I moved the kiss from her soft lips, lazily meandering
across her face to her lithe neck, lightly sucking and
kissing the smooth skin I found there, and she began to
ease her fingers through my hair as I hesitantly
continued to her delicate breasts. I kissed all over her
small firm breasts, licking and gently nibbling her
erect nipples, with her dainty fingers pulling more
urgently at my hair, and her murmuring almost inaudibly.
Her legs had subtly separated on the futon, and I found
myself between them as I kissed, nibbled, and licked
across her flat belly, teasing her navel with a tapered
tongue. I looked up into her captivating eyes, and she
was looking toward me with a serene smile on her face.
*
As we exchanged loving gazes, I brought my hands to the
top of her jeans, and I worked the button free and her
zipper down. I positioned my grip to the sides of her
pants, and with concurrent nods of our heads, she lifted
her hips slightly off of the futon, and I took my time
leisurely removing her pants, drinking in the enchanting
view. In the dim light, her panty-clad body appeared
lovely, and I was quite sure it would have held up in
the full light of day.
Her panties hugged tightly to her hips, and despite the
reduced light, the wet spot on her underwear was
evident. I found myself aware of the sensual aroma
arising from her womanly charms, and it was a seductive
essence. I started to undo the button on my jeans in the
first act of shedding them, but then her hand rested on
mine. Beth looked at me and made a simple request.
"Don't," she said. "Let me."
She stood up abruptly, and gently pushed me onto my
back, looking at me with a sexy smile as she worked to
undo the button on my jeans. When the button was free,
she slowly pulled down my zipper, and moved her hands to
the belt loops on the side of my pants. I looked at her
and smiled, lifting my hips, and she inched them down,
then removed them from my legs. She immediately stared
wide-eyed at my rising swollen shaft, unrestrained by
the constraints of boxers or jockeys. It seemed as if
she wanted to say something, hesitated a few moments,
and then decided against it.
Instead, she tentatively moved her hand toward my stiff
rod, and she then wrapped her fingers lightly around it.
I was watching her dainty hand, and from where I was
lying, it seemed as if Beth was acclimating herself to
the texture of my hardness. She gazed over into my face,
wearing only a soft smile, and with her soft hand
initiating a gentle motion up and down the throbbing
length of my cock. The sensations I was experiencing
from her hands' introduction to my pulsing shaft were
varied. They were sensuous and thrilling, there were
elements of passion and desire.
All of her tender stroking had caused a somewhat large
drop of pre-cum to accumulate on the swollen head, and
she stopped what she was doing, bringing her finger to
the swollen head of my hard prick. Beth lazily smeared
the slit on my cockhead, gathering up my pre-cum, and
she looked at me with uncertainty in her eyes, bringing
her finger to her pursed lips. In one smooth motion, she
tasted my juices, then slid her finger seductively into
her mouth. As she pulled a clean finger from her mouth,
she locked onto my eyes, and casually shrugged one
shoulder and tilted her head, as if to say, 'What was
all the fuss about?'
I noticed a slight sheen of perspiration on Beth's
forehead and upper breasts, and her pert breasts
glistened in the soft light. I took in the enticing view
of her standing in front of me, and I reached out my
hands to her panties, hooking my thumbs in her scant
covering and easing it slowly down her slender legs. She
was standing in front of me naked, and as I appreciated
her nude form, I thought I could scarcely make out a
crease between her legs before she quickly eased into
bed beside me.
We lay side by side, looking into each other's faces,
and Beth leaned in to kiss me, taking my face in her
hands as she delivered her tongue between my welcoming
lips. I situated my hand on her slightly rounded hip,
feeling her perky breasts resting against my chest, and
sucking softly on her tongue as it danced wildly in my
mouth. My hand eventually wandered to the junction of
her thighs, where the narrow spread of her legs was
gradually widening, and she commenced to kissing and
lightly sucking upon my neck. I moved my fingers slowly
to her finely-haired pubic mound.
She was still sucking on my neck with inspired fervor as
I lazily ran my finger along the glistening lips of her
dewy slit, and I knew then I had to taste her. I gently
dipped a finger into her tight quim, and she stopped
sucking on my neck to gasp softly. Looking into her
exuberant face, I brought my finger to my lips, tasting
her piquant juices, and she paid deliberate attention to
me licking her juices with enthusiasm. I returned my
hand to where her legs met her body, and slowly ran my
finger up along the length of her puffy lips, avoiding
her erect clit purposely.
One finger was inserted into her wet grasping pussy,
then two fingers, and I started a slow rhythm within
her. She pulled my face down to her lips and kissed me
with smoldering need, darting her tongue in and out of
my mouth. Taking her face in my hand while softly
stroking her hair, I kissed her in a manner skirting on
bawdy. I repeatedly thrust my tongue into her mouth,
only to be lustily greeted by hers, and gradually eased
my face away. Kissing and licking my way to her pert
breasts, I focused on one of her perky nipples, then the
other, and bathed them lovingly with a flattened tongue,
softly sucking upon them. Conceiving of an unbusied
approach to sucking and nibbling across her flat
stomach, I carried it out, and brought one hand to
caress her taut breasts, while the other moved lazily
towards her dewy slit.
As I reached her hollowed navel, I searched it with the
tip of my tongue as my hand meandered to her sparse
pubic mound, and I brought two fingers upwards along her
very wet pussy. I slowly moved my fingers within her
pouty lips, feeling how wet she had become, and I kissed
and nibbled toward her wispy-thin triangle. Feeling her
hands on my head, delicately urging me downward to the
source of her fragrant essence, I gladly accepted her
hint, moving my head between her widespread legs.
I appreciatively took in the sight of her soaked pussy,
and as I inhaled her fragrant bouquet, I noted the
widespread lips of her labia, gleaming in the paltry
light of the flickering candle. I moved to kiss her
inner thighs, both of them, kissing and licking all the
way to where her legs met her torso, but not yet
touching her dripping center.
I felt her hands return to the back of my head, softly
gripping my hair, and I flattened my tongue and drew it
vertically along the length of her swollen lips,
delighting in the taste of her savory juices. I
perceived a soft moan coming from Beth's lips, and after
running my tongue along her swollen lips, I searched out
her tight hole. Gently sucking on her distended lips,
drawing her tender flesh in my mouth, and upon releasing
it, I eased my tongue into her. At the same time, I
gently insinuated my hands beneath her splendid ass,
revelling in the feel of her firm flesh. I heard her
moan again, a bit louder this time, and the hands on the
back of my head applied a faint pressure as I pushed my
tongue impetuously into her juicy cunt.
Easing my tongue in and out of her dewy slit, a moderate
rhythm developed itself, and as I peeked up at Beth from
between her raised thighs, I saw her eyes closed
tightly, with an almost inappreciable smile crossing her
face. I luxuriated in her abundant juices as I ran my
tongue along the length of her once more, this time
stopping when I reached her proud nub, and took a few
playful stabs at her core with my tongue. I bathed it
lightly with my tongue several times, and this time when
I glanced at her, her head was moving back and forth,
eyes still tightly closed, but this time what would have
to be described as a tight-lipped grin was affixed on
her face. I tenderly surrounded her swollen clit with my
lips, and applied a very light suction to it, and her
hands pulled my face tightly toward her. Sucking harder,
I heard a very low-toned stream of incoherent language
being emitted from her lips, as her hips begin to raise
up toward my face, with almost imperceptible jerks of
her soaked pussy toward my welcoming mouth.
Taking a few playful swipes of my tongue at her feisty
clit, I then ran my tongue up the length of her juicy
cunt. Wrapping my lips around her bulging clitoris, she
emitted a sound resembling sort of a high-pitched
mewling, tightening her thighs closely around my head,
tight enough to become worrisome, until she finally went
limp on the futon, breathing heavily. I made a trail of
kisses across her stomach and her breasts, then quickly
shifted my weight and positioned myself by her side. I
slid my arm underneath her lithe neck, and looked at her
attractive face for several minutes as she recovered
from her consummation. She turned to me and smiled
unrestrainedly.
"Wow! No one has ever done that for me before, Danny...
ever!" she gushed, her lovely face radiantly beaming,
then kissed me impetuously while wrapping her arms
around me, slipping her tongue inside my mouth to meet
mine. "Thank you, and I mean it," she said, and then
paused with a look of bemused surprise on her face.
"Hmm... so that's what I taste like, eh?" she inquired
and grinned broadly.
"That's you, babe, Do you like it? I know I do," I told
her and smiled, and saw her blush slightly. "And don't
mention it. I'm really quite surprised I am the first to
taste you. I really am. In fact, I'm honored. I can tell
you honestly that I've wanted to taste your pu...," I
started to say, then corrected myself, "I mean, umm...
taste your 'kitty', yeah, that's what I'll call it, from
about the first day I met you," I informed her with more
than a fair amount of honesty, and kissed her softly on
the lips.
"You can say 'pussy' in front of me, Danny! And if I
must remind you, a few moments ago you had your tongue
in mine," she pointed out to me and giggled. "Girls use
it pretty commonly these days," she informed me with a
shy titter. "I mean, I try not to say it too often, but
girls generally don't say 'he put his pee-pee in my
vagina'. 'Pee-pee' is way too schoolyard, while 'vagina'
is far too clinical, although I'm pretty sure 'vagina'
is from the Latin for sheath, which I think is a fairly
apt description," Beth informed me, then asked, "From
the first day you met me, huh? Color me flattered. So
why didn't you say anything? And where did you come up
with that 'kitty' thing?"
"'Why didn't I say anything?" I repeated her words for
effect, and explained, "I think that's in Chapter 2 of
the book _How to Get a Woman to Instantly Despise You_
'Excuse me, ma'am, but may I eat your pussy?' Doesn't
usually work, unless you happen to be in the Red Light
district and have a few hundred dollars in your pocket,"
I explained to her with a grin.
"And I'd still like to hear the origin of 'kitty'. I
have a feeling I'll be rapt," she said with a sly grin.
"Oh, the 'kitty' thing," I said, looking over at Beth's
elegant features, "an old girlfriend of mine used it to
describe her 'intimates', shall we say. And to be
perfectly frank with you, hearing you say 'pussy'
somewhat excites me," I explained honestly.
"It shows, honey," she grinned, "and what shall we call
this?" she inquired snickering, pointing at the
throbbing cock jutting from my body. "Hmmm... let's see,
'pee-pee' doesn't seem to do it justice, and 'dick' is a
tad schoolyard, I think... so in this situation, I think
we should call it a 'cock' by default," she declared
with a calm smile, showing her expertise in the field of
street semantics. "But in your case, maybe we should
call it your 'big, hard, pulsing cock'," she said
playfully, grinning at me sweetly.
"So, Danny... shall we proceed to the next step,
darlin'? I believe I want you inside of me," she told me
smiling, knowing she was driving me to my limits. "To be
precise, I want *this* thing," she said while wrapping
her dainty hand around my hard shaft, "your 'big, hard,
pulsing cock' inside of me," Beth purred softly, a bit
beyond mere suggestiveness, shocking me with her candor.
It took several moments for me to digest all of the
information Beth had dispersed in the last several
minutes, but knowing of Beth's unending enjoyment from
shocking me, I tried to collect myself, and observed,
"Beth, believe me, I want to 'get in your pants', to use
a subtle euphemism. And I also would like to get my
'big, hard, pulsing cock', your term, inside of you...
you can be sure of that... but what about birth control?
The last thing we need is a child. Well, maybe not
exactly the last thing; the last thing might be if we
were fused together at the hips. But you get my point...
and I don't carry a rubber in my wallet. Never have."
"It's a moot point, Danny. I'm on the Pill," she said,
surprising me yet again. "And call me naive, but I don't
see you as an intravenous drug user, and we already
discussed the homo thing... excuse me, that's 'gay'
thing, Mr. Politically Correct, and I don't think you're
either one of them. Call me a novice, or call me in
love, or you can call me both, but I don't want you
wearing anything. Why?" she asked rhetorically, and
before I could respond, "You don't have to wear anything
because I love you, Danny. And loving you includes
trusting you not to do anything to hurt me. And I do
trust you," she asserted. "But for one who delivered
such an eloquent discourse on the discomfort of using
condoms, I'm quite touched by the fact you were
considering purchasing one to use for our 'sexual
congress', your term," she said, and I didn't detect any
sarcasm in her voice, which was something in itself. "No
wonder I love you, Danny," she said, and somewhat out of
character, she didn't smile.
"Are you sure, Beth? This could change our relationship
drastically, you know," I told her, secretly hoping she
wouldn't change her mind. "I want to do this as much as
you do, honey... damn, I want to do this... but I don't
want to do anything to endanger our friendship," I said,
and looked to see her silently nodding, looking at me
intently. "We both know what sexual relationships can do
to friendships. It can make bitter enemies of former
good friends. It would kill me to place our unique love
affair in jeopardy," I told her, and proceeded to put
the ball in her court, saying, "So this is what I'm
going to do... I'm leaving it up to you. If you think we
can navigate our intimate friendship through the
treacherous tides of sexual intimacy, then so be it.
We'll do it," I said, looking over at her attractive
face, hoping she would easily refute my logic. I was
counting on it.
"Okay, Danny," she said to me almost immediately, then
paused momentarily to consider her next words. "Here's
the way I see it - 1) on one hand, we may ruin our
relationship, which is doubtful, but remains a
possibility; on the other hand, we may *strengthen* our
relationship. Are we willing to risk it? I don't know
about you, but I am. Baby, I can see your point at being
reluctant to risk our friendship, and I appreciate your
unselfishness to point those risks out, but Danny,
please consider this point... we don't *resemble* any
other couple!" Beth said rather assertively, and I had
to admit, she had a point. She continued.
"And 2) I think this bond is plenty strong to withstand,
and I quote, 'the treacherous tides of sexual
intimacy'(nice metaphor by the way, babe)," she opined
parenthetically, and continued without skipping a beat.
"Hell, I've known girls who have had five lovers and
more in the year and a half we've been, quote/unquote,
'acquainted', if you will. And Danny... you haven't had
any lovers. I'd know. The school isn't that big.
Granted, it's big, but not big enough for the juicier
bits of the girls' grapevine to elude me," she
explained, and again she had a point.
"People already think we're doing each other now,
Danny," she told me, and again, she had yet another
point. Most of my friends, both male and female,
suspected our denials were an amateurish attempt to be
inconspicuous. If I were an outsider, I'd have likely
thought the same thing. I think we may have even had a
sexual 'glow' about us. Only without the sex. I believe
I was convinced.
I took her tightly into my arms, running my hands down
her back to gently cup the rounded globes of her firm
ass, thrusting my tongue deeply into her mouth. Easing
her onto her back, she slowly spread her slender legs,
giving me a sultry smile. I gently wound my hands
through her long silken strands, kissing her very
tenderly at the corners of her sensuous lips. My hand
meandered down to her downy pubic area, slowly
approaching to her excited swollen pussy.
As my fingers grazed her wet labia, I kissed her soft
lips passionately, our tongues madly dancing within our
mouths. I kissed my way to her lean neck, gently kissing
and licking my way to her shoulder, and then continuing
down to her milky-white breasts. Her erect nipple found
its way to my mouth, and I ran my tongue softly against
her perky flesh, trailing to her other nipple. Her
fingers entwined in my hair as I slowly descended down
her flattened tummy, kissing and nibbling my way to the
beginning of her sparse pubic triangle.
Reaching the junction of her thighs, she spread her legs
widely, bending them at the knee. I moved to kiss and
suck on her inner thighs, and her hands were in my hair
as I kissed ever so closer to her saturated flower. The
center of her flowing slit attracted my kisses, and I
drew her distended lips into my mouth, tasting her tart
juices. I moved down to the beginning of her sultry
womanhood, and I flattened my tongue, slowly bringing it
up the length of her soaked pussy, and stopping when I
arrived at her upright clit. Lightly swiping my tongue
across her sensitive nub, and her hands on my head
pulled me tightly against her body.
Looking up at her face, she silently mouthed the words
'I want you now', and I kissed and licked my way across
her flat belly. I arrived at her elegant breasts,
kissing and licking on one, then the other, and finally
reached her radiant face. Very softly at first, I kissed
her, then with increasing passion as I eased my tongue
into her mouth. She met mine with enthusiasm, our
tongues wrestling within each other's mouths, and I
positioned the bulging head at the entrance to her
soaked excitement. Tempted to thrust my stiff prick
deeply inside of her, I instead rubbed the swollen head
all along the source of her moisture, gathering up her
lubrication for my initial entry.
Looking deeply into her mesmerizing eyes I applied firm,
yet gentle pressure into her, I slid inside of her, and
I was in awe of the amazing tightness of her sweet cunt.
There was a look of muted elation on the face of the
woman I loved, and I initiated a slow easy rhythm within
her, feeling her arms around my back, pulling me close.
As I began to thrust harder and deeper into her
lubricated quim, I took her perky nipples into my mouth,
at first one, then the other, tenderly bathing them with
my tongue. Her tight wet pussy was the target of my
pistoning hard cock, and as my swollen balls slapped
lightly against her superb derriere, she positioned her
hands on my ass, pulling me even deeper within her. I
moved my face to the side of her neck, sucking and
licking on her smooth skin there, and she whispered
provocatively in my ear, "Yes, Danny! Fuck me! Oh baby!
Fuck me hard!" lost in the throes of passion.
When I heard her enthusiastic pleas, I pounded her
drenched pussy mercilessly, and she met my every thrust
with a very alluring expression on her attractive face.
Continuing to hammer into her tight slit, Beth pulled me
down to her to kiss me with heartfelt emotion, and I
could sense that familiar feeling in the back of my
swollen balls. She was moving her head from side to
side, her eyes tightly closed, and I continued to drive
my shaft deeply into her.
Suddenly, she wrapped her legs around the back of my
thighs, and as I drove into her deeply, she began to
utter a subdued stream of rousing off-color language
into my ear. Releasing a deluge of warm pearly white cum
into her womb, I could feel her vaginal walls
contracting around me, and I moved my lips to hers,
kissing her with love and affection. Backing my face
away until I was inches from her pretty face, I gazed
into her pretty blue-gray eyes, and she smiled lovingly
at me. We rested in silence for several minutes before
Beth spoke.
"Danny... I *loved* that. We were loving, we were
intimate, we were passionate... we didn't just fuck...
we *made love*," she said dreamily.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, girlfriend. I very much
enjoyed it myself," I told her without pretense, "And
fucking comes later... we'll work up to that," I told
her with a wide grin.
"That's not funny!," she said as she punched my arm
semi-sharply. "We just shared an amazing intimate
experience," she said with conviction, "or don't you see
it that way?" she asked somewhat suspiciously.
"I'm sorry. I was just being a wise-ass. You're right,
baby. It *was* special. It *was* intimate. It *was*
passionate," I told her as I attempted to repair her
hurt feelings.
"Really?" she asked, looking to see me nodding with a
smile on my face. "You know, I was worried about that
somewhat, given all of your sexual experience."
"Beth, I'm *not* all that sexually experienced. I stayed
with my first girlfriend for five years.," I said.
"I believe you, Danny. I appreciate your honesty when
dealing with your sordid past," she said grinning,
looking at me with affection. "And just to clear this
little issue with no misunderstandings, when I said 'no
one has ever done this for me before', or something to
that effect, I didn't only mean 'oral sex', although now
I know the reason it's called 'giving head'. I meant no
one had ever given me an *orgasm*. You know, climax.
Spasm. 'Riding the pony'. Discharge. Getting off. The
big 'O'. Cum. You're the first, Danny... other than my
own hand, that is," she said with an impertinent smile
on her face. "But they were *nothing* like the rapture
you bestowed upon me a little while ago. Again, thank
you. I love you, babe. And I'll see if I can maybe make
it up to you," she said with something of an inviting
grin of her face.
"Wow... what about all of your other boyfriends?" I
inquired of her, sincerely wanting to know the answer,
and feeling quite full of myself with the knowledge that
I had brought her initial orgasm. Well, other than her
own hand. "And why are you on the Pill?" I asked her,
almost as an afterthought.
"Haven't I already told you that I only had two 'real'
boyfriends?" she reminded me, and I realized she had
told me. "And by 'real', I meant that I 'did it' with
them or 'went all the way'. 'Going all the way'
consisted of two lousy minutes, and that's giving them
the benefit of the doubt, of unfocused humping and heavy
breathing. And the Pill? Well, neither of my so-called
lovers wore protection, and I started thinking what a
tragedy it would have been to have either one of those
sphincters' children.
So I listened, I read a lot, and then marched right up
to the public clinic and obtained the pill. Just in
case. And then I met you. Like I said, you've let me
advance at my own pace -- and I love you for it. You
see, I was a pretty protected kid when I was growing up.
An all-girl Catholic high school, not being able to date
until I was 16, a sexually-repressed mother and father
who didn't bother teaching me about the 'facts of life'.
At all," she said, sounding pretty exasperated. I put my
arm around her shoulder, thinking the all-girls school
and not being able to date until she was 16 would go a
long way in explaining why she only had two boyfriends.
"You seemed to do more than okay a little while ago. How
did...," I began to say when Beth cut in.
"I listened a lot. You'd be surprised at how randy the
things that are said in the girls' locker room or
bathroom. I've heard girls bragging they screwed some
trophy lay, like a professor or something. I don't know
if it was true, but I've heard certain professors had
creative ways of allowing you to earn 'extra credit', if
you will," she said with a displeased expression on her
face. "I read quite a bit. And actually, I was just more
or less following your lead. I trusted you, and you
proved worthy of that trust," she expressed, then said,
"And best of all... you lasted more than two minutes,"
laughing as she did, and kissing me sweetly when she was
through.
"Yeah, I was good for at least three, and hell, I might
even have lasted *four* minutes," I kidded her, and
looked to see her giggling. "Believe it not, I was a
two-minute man myself in the early stage of the game. I
kinda think we all are," I told her honestly.
"Umm... how old were you at this so-called 'early stage
of the game'?" she inquired, looking at me with sincere
interest.
"Now, I'm going to be honest with you here, so don't
brand me as promiscuous or anything," I bargained with
her, and seeing her nod her head, I said, "Fourteen."
"Well, it's not like I've never heard of that before.
Just out of curiosity... how old was she? And while I'm
at it, what was her name?" she asked, and I was quite
surprised she had asked me those questions.
"You know what, Beth? I'll be damned if I even remember
it. You see, I was really drunk, you see, and...," I
started to say when I looked at her to see her rolling
her eyes. "No, I'll be honest... she was a *mature* 12
or 13. And her name was Rae; pretty name, huh? And I
might point out, we stayed together for about five
years, so I haven't had a boatload of girlfriends
either," I said, wondering what reaction she would have.
"Rae, huh? You're right. It is a pretty name. It sounds
to me as if you were both rather 'precocious', shall we
say. Did you love her? And, did you, well, you know...
do everything?" she asked me hesitantly.
"Yeah, I guess we were precocious in a sense," I told
her. "She was my first. And yes, I loved her. And, I
think we did everything that a 'normal' heterosexual
couple does, but I guess it depends on how you define
'normal'."
"Woman on top, huh? Let's just say that I'm intrigued,"
she said smiling, leering at me. "Did she, umm, you
know... umm, orally satisfy you?" Beth nervously
struggled to ask me.
"Why, yes she did, Beth... why do you ask?" I inquired,
curious as to where this line of questioning was
leading.
"Well... I think I want to do it for you," she said, and
as she was saying the words I felt myself begin to
stiffen. "No, I'm *sure* I want to do it for you. I
mean, you did it for me and made me feel so good... I'm
pretty sure I want to return the favor... it's only
fair," she told me, and I felt a huge smile growing upon
my face.
"First of all, you would do it for *us*... not for me.
And it's not about 'fair', darlin'. I did what I did to
you because I *wanted* to. And I enjoyed it. Are you
sure, honey? I mean...," I was about to say when she cut
in.
"I've been thinking about it since you made me cum so
beautifully tonight. I can't begin to describe the
sensations I felt. It's the least I can do... and better
yet, I *want* to do this. I want to make you feel as
good as you made me feel. Simply put, I want to taste
you, Danny," she said with resolve, and as my erection
rose up even more, she looked at my face for a reaction.
"Okay, honey... if you're sure," I told her. "I'm game,"
I concluded, kissed her enthusiastically, and rolled
over on my back. The fact was, I was *way* more than
merely game. I think I might have been World Series in
relation to 'game', if that's a reasonable analogy. That
is to say, 'considerably more than game'.
With that, she climbed on top my body and lay on top of
me. She kissed me on the lips, hesitantly and with her
lips closed as first, and then she gradually became more
aggressive with her sweet kisses. I ran my hands softly
over her exquisite rounded ass, feeling her hair reach
my hands, and she eased her tongue into my mouth,
swirling her tongue in unison with mine. Stroking her
hair from the middle of her back to where it ended at
her splendid ass, she raised her head and looked
directly into my eyes. I saw hints of love. I saw
suggestions of desire. I saw fragments of pleasure.
I looked to see her smile slightly, then she moved her
soft lips to the side of my neck, licking and sucking
tenderly, and she slowly started to descend down my
body. She paused as she came to my erect nipples,
pausing to bathe each one with her tongue as she softly
sucked upon them, drawing a low moan from my lips. She
looked up at me and smiled when she heard me moan, then
very deliberately and slowly kissed and nibbled her way
across my stomach, and I felt her firm breasts on the
top of my thighs. She very briefly inserted her tongue
into my navel, and then she very slowly kissed a path to
the top of my pubic hair.
"Danny, I've never done this before," she told me in a
nervous whisper as she looked up at me expectantly. "I
want to do this for you... for us, but I don't really
know how to go about it. Will you tell me what to do?"
"This might surprise you, honey, but I've never done it
in my somewhat brief history either," I pointed out in a
soft tone while grinning at her, but when I noticed her
begin to frown, I hurried to quell her fears. "Look
Beth, first of all, I'm quite honored I'll be your
first. Secondly, I don't want you to do this if you're
not sure. And lastly, don't worry about it, baby. Just
the fact that you have your hand on my cock is thrilling
enough to me. Just do what seems natural," I reassured
her while looking at her enchanting face, "and I'm sure
you'll do just fine."
Kissing in the area near the beginning of my pubic
growth, continuing downward until my straining cock
gently poked her beneath her chin, she pulled her head
away slightly. She looked down at my swollen shaft, and
I noticed her very seductively, if not purposely, slowly
licking her lips, and she gently wrapped her fingers
around my prick. Very slowly, she lowered her head to my
shaft, and I felt her hair flowing over my thighs as she
hesitantly kissed on the crown.
Tentatively sticking her tongue out of her mouth, she
lightly touched the skin beneath the sensitive bulging
head, and feeling me twitch, she quickly moved to the
base of my manhood. She slowly drew her tongue up my
swollen length, and when she reached the tip, she looked
into my eyes and smiled, taking the bulging head into
her mouth. I felt her tease the sensitive underside of
my stiff cock with a lively tongue as she took more of
my prick into the sweet recesses of her mouth, and I
noticed as she slowly withdrew my hardness from her
mouth her sensuous lips had formed a perfect 'o'.
Upon reaching the expanded head of my straining prick,
she teased the underside before plunging me into the
back of her mouth, and the effect was very arousing. She
initiated a slow process, moving back and forth on my
swollen rod, and I gently insinuated my hands into her
hair, gently grasping her head to guide her.
She continued these movements for what seemed like five
minutes, and the mere fact her pretty face was sliding
up and down my hard tool was bringing me close to
eruption, despite the fact we had just made love a
little while ago. Occasionally, she would look me
directly in the eye, with love and an intimation of a
grin in her eyes, and she would apply even greater
suction. I felt a familiar sensation rising in my balls,
and I thought it only fair to warn her of my impending
release.
"Baby," I grunted softly, "I think I'm going to cum," I
warned her, pretty confident I was being truthful in my
appraisal.
"Umm... isn't that the point?" she said softly in a
hushed voice quite logically after she backed her lips
off of my pulsing prick, with a note of both confusion
and slight irritation. Apparently she wasn't familiar
with the term 'spitter'.
"If you say so, lover," I told her, and I watched as she
attacked my swollen shaft with a renewed vigor. She
began to move her lips along my hard cock, all the while
applying her tongue to the sensitive undersurface, and
she advanced until the head touched the back of her
mouth. She must have sensed I was close, as she began to
bob her head quickly up and down my pulsing rod, and
just as she looked into my eyes I unleashed my first
torrent of cum inside her mouth. She registered a look
of surprise on her elegant face, but gathered herself
and quickly swallowed that spurt and the resulting shots
immediately following. She lovingly kissed and cleaned
my softening shaft, and then slowly kissed and nibbled
her way up my body.
"Beth... I love you," I told her, and pulled her face
close to mine.
"Okay... I don't want to seem self-serving or anything,
but I have to know... how was I?" she hesitantly said,
with a look that evoked sympathy.
"You were incredible. You were sensual, you were
tantalizing, you were sexy, you were...," I stopped in
mid-sentence and looked at her. She was positively
glowing. "Umm, ever read Bernard Malamud?" I asked her.
"Why, certainly. I read 'The Natural', I think when I
was in
eleventh grade. Why do you ask?" she asked, wondering
what the book
reference was all about.
"That's the one... 'The Natural'... except you don't hit
home runs, you give pleasure with your mouth, not to
mention other areas of your body, although I just did,"
I grinned at her.
"Really? Good. Because to be honest with you, I rather
enjoyed it. I didn't really mind the taste, although
it's probably not something I'd put on an ice cream
sundae. The feeling of power was neat. It really was. If
you don't mind, honey, I think I'll want to do this a
lot more," she told me, her blue-gray eyes sparkling at
me as she did.
"Aww... no way!" I pouted in mock anger, then said,
"You've just made me a very happy man, baby," I told her
gleefully. "Perhaps we ought to try and get some shut-
eye, baby. It will be a special treat to sleep in your
arms, lover."
"I believe you're right, lover. Thank you for a
wonderful night. May there be many more. Good night,
baby," she said, kissing me softly, flicking her tongue
in my mouth, before nestling her head on my shoulder. "I
love you," she whispered into my ear.
"Thank *you*, baby... and I love you too," I said,
kissing her forehead, and we were sleeping in each
other's arms fairly quickly after our amorous night.
After that eventful evening, we evolved into a rather
passionate relationship, as we both enjoyed the charms
of each other's bodies, and we took steps to indulge in
those charms at every opportunity. We also continued to
smoke reefer a little more than occasionally, and
enjoyed he sense of intimacy the smoke seemed to
provide. We parted on amiable terms after we left
school, as neither of us were quite ready for marriage.
She went home to San Diego, Mission Beach to be exact,
and I stayed in Tucson to attempt to try and write a few
stories I had some ideas for, getting them down on paper
before entering law school.
The sweet fragrance of Beth's recently washed hair shook
me out of my reverie. She was simply gorgeous. I hadn't
seen her for a number of years, and although we talked
only occasionally on the phone, we managed to remain
very close friends over the years, albeit platonic
friends. We still professed our love for one another,
and I believe we were being candid. I know I was. Which
culminated in this exchange.
"Come on in. It's great to see you. Would you like some
coffee? I have some French Roast I've been saving for
you," I remarked while smiling broadly, shaken from my
daydream, remembering she enjoyed her coffee on the
strong side.
"Thanks. I'd like that. Love the music, babe," she said
as she entered the door, and she put her arms around my
neck and softly kissed me. I found myself fondly
recalling our impassioned past, how we had kissed and
caressed desirously whenever the opportunity presented
itself. We had listened to a bit of Steely Dan in
college, and I was pretty sure the music in the
background summoned as many pleasant memories for her as
it did me.
I remembered thinking how fitting making love to her to
the sounds of "Countdown to Ecstasy" was, and that
reflection brought to mind how sublime she had looked
the first time I witnessed her unclothed on her bed.
Presently, she was looking at me with an expression of
ardent desire, and I put my arms around her waist and
pulled her close, gazing into her pretty blue-gray eyes,
thankful for my good fortune.
"Beth, if I may be so bold... what the fuck are you
doing here?!" I inquired, smiling widely, wanting to
know the reason for this fortuitous visit. Then again,
perhaps it wasn't so random. It wasn't like I was going
to ask her to leave if she didn't answer me correctly. I
was just curious to know how we happened to cross paths.
"Danny, it's Spring Break, as you may be aware, and I
had some time off from the classes I'm teaching, and
I... and I've missed you," she explained, and I thought
I noticed what resembled tears suddenly welling in her
eyes as she spoke to me.
"Hey... please don't cry, baby," I appealed to her,
taking her tightly into my arms. "We're together now,
and I think we should enjoy each other while we're in
the same room. An astute philosopher woman once said to
me, and I quote, 'enjoy the moment'," I whispered, and
saw her softly smiling through her tears. "That's
better. I love to see your beautiful smile. And if you
were wondering... I still love you, honey," I told her
truthfully, looking into her eyes.
"Ditto," she said with a wide smile. "I've missed you,
baby. I've missed your laugh, I've missed your smile,
I've missed your eyes, and, most of all, I've missed
your caress," she spoke with a seductive tone.
She followed me into the kitchen as I went to prepare
the coffee, and as I finished filling the carafe, I
turned to see her looking into my eyes amorously with a
soft smile on her face. She seemed to have an agenda to
address. The stirring in my jeans continued, and I
quickly adjusted the bulge in my pants when she briefly
looked away, examining an Escher print on my wall.
"Umm, got something in mind?" I asked her with a grin,
reaching to take her hand in mine, and I studied her
beautiful face, with her high cheekbones, seductive
lips, and piercing blue-gray eyes. Her hair still
reached her lovely ass, and I ached to hold her again,
smelling her sexy perfume as I softly stroked her hair
with my fingertips. I couldn't really name the perfume
she was wearing, as I don't really keep up with that
sort of thing, but it had suggestions of musk,
strawberries, mango, and vanilla, all bundled up into
one fragrance. It was quite enticing.
"It's been *way* too long, Danny" she whispered into my
ear as she put her arm around my waist, with her hand
resting on my hip. Her arm around my waist brought back
many fond memories of a time not so long ago. "I'm
getting wet just being near you," she purred with hunger
in her eyes.
"Don't worry... the end of the millennium is near," I
quipped with a smile, and turned toward her, taking her
in my arms, resting my hands on her firm shapely ass. I
softly caressed her there, letting my hands wander over
her rounded swells, and I heard a soft sigh escape her
lips. She looked into my brown eyes lovingly, and we
exchanged a heated kiss, our tongues swirling slowly in
our mouths. I moved my hands to her curvaceous hips, and
as she massaged my lower back, I positioned one of my
hands near the button of her fatigues, slowly working
the button free. I slowly worked her zipper down, easing
her fatigues down her softly rounded hips, and I felt
her hands gliding across my chest as her tongue darted
rapidly in and out of my mouth.
She deftly stepped out of her pants as they hit the
floor. I proceeded to slowly slide my hand down her
sensitive stomach and into her sexy black panties, and
was pleasantly surprised to find her smoothly shaven. I
sensuously sucked on her tongue as it entered my mouth,
my finger finding her moist slit, and I slowly ran my
finger along her moist swollen lips. Bringing my wet
finger to my lips, I savored the taste of her tangy
nectar as Beth gazed at me with reawakened desire, and I
eased her panties down her long slender legs. A mouth
watering sight, indeed. I returned two fingers to her
now wet inviting pussy, and she unsnapped the button on
my khakis and eased the zipper down, my hard cock coming
into view.
I removed her t-shirt, revealing the striking contrast
between her deeply tanned skin and her milky-white pert
breasts, and she wrapped her hand around my throbbing
essence as I softly kissed and sucked upon her taut
nipples. My pants fell slowly to the kitchen floor, and
I took her pleasantly rounded cheeks into my hands and
pulled her tightly to me, quite certain she felt the
heat of my throbbing shaft upon her flat stomach.
Guiding her to the kitchen table, she sat upon it, and I
took a second to take in her inviting wet slit and firm
breasts. I stepped between her long slender legs, and as
I ran my hands up her sides, she pressed her head
forward to kiss me seductively, running her tongue along
the outline of my lips. Tracing a path of kisses down
her neck, I proceeded to her heaving chest, and I felt
her hands in my hair, gently guiding me toward her
breasts.
I arrived at her firm breasts, taking each of her
excited nipples into my mouth in turn, softly sucking
and flicking my tongue until I heard her softly moan.
Kissing my way across her flat stomach, I took her hips
in my hands as I reached the beginning of the smooth
white skin usually hidden by bikini bottoms. Inhaling
the scent of her tangy juices as I moved to kiss both of
her widely spread inner thighs, I slowly ran my
flattened tongue up the entire length of her swollen
pussy, savoring the exotic flavor of her abundant
nectar.
I eased my tongue into her grasping slit, feeling her
delicate hands on my head gently urging me onward as I
begin a slow rhythm inside her. I pressed my tongue into
her aroused pouty lips as far as I could manage, and
brought my middle finger to the tiny entrance of her
puckered rosebud. I took a slow extended suck on her
dewy slit, drawing her distended lips into my mouth, and
I bathe them with my tongue. Easing my finger into her
splendid ass, I could feel her pushing her firm derriere
toward me.
As my finger slowly entered her ass, I surrounded her
prominent clitoris with my lips, softly sucking on her
sensitive nub while lightly caressing it with the tip of
my tongue. I heard her begin to mutter incoherently,
almost under her breath, clenching and unclenching her
fists. My finger slid into her tight ass as I began
sucking with vigor on her proud jutting clit, and she
orgasmed exuberantly, moaning and thrusting her hips up
at my face, crying out my name. I gently removed my
finger from her puckered ring, and as I hungrily lapped
her abundant juices, she looked upward with her eyes in
the back of her head, biting her lower lip.
She rose and kissed me with aroused desire, seductively
sucking on my tongue, tasting herself on my lips, and
eased herself off of the table. She knelt in front of
me, looking up with lust in her eyes, and took me in her
hand. She gently kissed the swollen head, tenderly
licking away the drop of pre-cum that had formed, and
then slowly swirled her talented tongue around the
bloated crown. I looked down at her comely face as I
gently swept the hair from her eyes, and I thought back
to when we were a loving couple. It seemed, at that
moment at least, that we still were a couple. She began
a slow motion with her mouth, leisurely inching her lips
down my pulsing cock, and she brought her hand up to my
cum-filled balls, cradling them in her palm.
I reached down to very softly manipulate her perky
nipples, and I could have sworn she gazed up at me with
a suggestion of a smile in her eyes. She rapidly moved
her lips up and down my stiffness, and I took her head
softly in my hands to guide her, rejoicing in the
incredible pleasure her talented lips and tongue were
applying to my throbbing shaft. I felt my cock swelling,
and I thought she sensed it as well, as she looked
directly into my eyes while engulfing the length of my
prick in one motion, forcing it into her throat. Beth
brought her hands to her pert breasts, meeting my hands
there, and she joined me in gently caressing her perky
breasts. She quickened her pace, taking the entire
length of my hard shaft into her mouth, and it slipped
into her throat as she sucked harder.
As I began to cum into her welcoming mouth, she looked
directly into my eyes, and I noted the contentment in
her pretty blue-gray eyes. The first portion of my warm
pearly white essence was propelled to the back of her
throat, and she hungrily swallowed the healthy streams
of jism that followed. Waves of orgasmic pleasure spread
throughout my body, and I leaned on the table to keep my
balance.
After I emptied myself into her mouth, she continued to
use her tongue while sucking gently on my sensitive cock
for what seemed to be quite a while, and in time, I was
hard enough to enter her again. She seemed insatiable.
She got up from her knees, sat on the table once again,
and as she spread her legs wide for me, her glistening
hole beckoned me. I approached her tentatively, and I
rubbed the head of my sensitive shaft along the pink
flesh of her swollen pussy lips, moistening it with her
rather abundant juices. With her hands on my hips, she
pulled me very slowly into her, muttering stimulating
phrases lustily into my ear as she did.
I initiated a slow rhythm inside of her, and I looked
down and saw her outstretched lips clinging to my
bulging cock as I withdrew. I thrust my stiffened shaft
inside of her to the hilt as she moaned loudly, and saw
her looking up at me with abandon in her eyes. I picked
up momentum gradually, and watched in awe as her head
flailed from side to side in pre-orgasmic ecstasy,
mouthing silent phrases.
I became aware of her fingers coming down and softly
fondling her erect clit, and as I withdrew from a
powerful thrust inside her, she reached down to position
the bloated head at the entrance to her tight ass. I
eased my hard prick into her restricting ass, very
gradually pressing into her tight asshole until my hips
touched the firm flesh of her shapely cheeks, and I
began a moderate rhythm inside her puckered rosebud. She
began to suck temptingly on my neck, whispering
enticingly, "Yes! Yes! Fuck me, baby!", into my ear in
cadence with my thrusts as I began to fuck her harder.
She pushed against the oncoming thrusts, wrapping her
legs around my lower back, and I continued to push
deeply into her exquisite ass. As I took one final push
into her, I let out a loud moan as I unleashed a great
deal of warm pearly cum, and I could feel her
contracting in orgasm as I did. We shared a soulful kiss
as I emptied my load between her tight cheeks, and as we
gazed at each other with loving eyes, we both broke into
contented smiles.
After lazing together on the table for about an hour or
so, gathering up our strength, cuddling and kissing each
other with renewed feeling, Beth spoke up. "Umm, do you
think that coffee might be ready?" she asked
facetiously, kissed me tenderly on the lips, then added,
"And I was just wondering... do you have a bedroom in
here, Danny?" she kidded with a sly smile.
--
Adieu,
Danny
"I'd rather have a bottle in front o' me than a frontal
lobotomy."
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