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Treat Her Right
by Memtongue (address withheld)

***

Soon after I got out of college, I met a beautiful 
seventeen year old genius with a fondness for mirrors. 
Our relationship started with some serious lust, but 
then became very frustrating. We had to wait a week. 
(M/F-teen, rom)

***

I knew I was going to get lucky that night. There's 
something special about the first time with a girl and 
something extra yet when, although there'd been no 
specific promises or plans, you both know it's going to 
happen. We were at a company party and at some point 
we'd make our excuses; and shortly thereafter we'd be 
naked and I'd have my dick buried in her pussy.

I was fresh out of school, gainfully employed, and had 
a nice apartment on the east side. She was on summer 
break after her freshman year, living at home in the 
western suburbs, and had a summer job with a fair sized 
company. It was a retirement dinner for one of the 
senior guys in the department she worked in, that we 
were attending. 

They took these things pretty seriously where she 
worked so we were in one of the better hotels along 
with hundreds of other people from the company 
including a lot of sons and daughters. That added up to 
plenty of young people so we could have a good time, as 
well as enough people so we could sneak off without 
being missed. I was anxious to get to the part where I 
would be feeling her pussy around me but I knew it 
would happen and I knew it shouldn't be rushed, and 
dancing is really good foreplay anyway.

I'd met Dani (properly Dana, some Romanian ancestry) 
the previous summer while she was going with a friend 
of a friend. I'd seen her at a couple of parties but 
primarily I saw her during group water-skiing at a lake 
west of the city. I never thought about asking her out 
since she was a little young for me and we were both 
involved, but she had the sexiest legs I had ever seen 
and I took an almost innocent pleasure in staring at 
them. You never know when some girl-part is going to 
grab you and mostly you can't stare without getting 
caught. But on a boat full of people in swimsuits or in 
a group on the beach you can do a pretty good job of 
staring at a girl's legs without her noticing.

So when the friend (Jeff, whose friend had been going 
out with Dani last year) called and asked if I'd like 
to go out with him and his girlfriend and I said that I 
didn't have anyone to bring and he said that that was 
okay and then he said, "Hey, do you remember Dani from 
skiing? She's not going with anybody right now and I'll 
bet she'd like to come along."

I hesitated for a moment while I called up a detailed 
memory of her legs and recalled that she'd been filed 
under 'too-young' and that she'd been a high-school 
girl last year but now she'd be a college sophomore 
(the math works if you want it to) and said, "Yes."

I was told dinner and a movie, very casual. Dinner 
proved to be at Big Boy's and Dani and I hit it off 
right away. When we'd demonstrated that we could talk 
to each other, Jeff and April backed off and let us. I 
hate to admit this because it sounds really bad in a 
lot of ways and things have changed a lot, but before 
that night Dani had just been a pair of legs to me. 
We'd never talked; I don't know that we had ever 
actually been introduced. The guy she'd been going with 
was younger and groupings and conversations had tended 
to be by age. I knew nothing about her character or her 
intelligence. I did have a memory of her being friendly 
and boisterous, but not a very specific one. So, 
particularly since her legs were covered, I was 
essentially meeting Dani for the first time.

I had forgotten how pretty she was. Under many 
circumstances I might have spent a lot of time enjoying 
how pretty a girl was while we made small talk but Dani 
and I only started with small talk and didn't spend 
very long on it. I soon learned that Dani was really 
smart. At some point the thought crossed my mind that 
she might be what I call scary-smart and that she might 
be holding back. That was followed by the rueful 
recognition that everybody holds back under those 
circumstances; we were feeling around for what kind of 
conversation we might both enjoy. In retrospect I think 
Dani was methodically exploring the boundaries of my 
conversational skills.

Nevertheless we ended up doing a little hand-holding 
and thumb caressing during the meal. I'm not quite 
certain, but I think I started it. When we got up to 
leave she kept a firm grip on my hand and on the way to 
the car she punctuated something she said with a solid 
hip-bump.

The movie turned out to be a drive-in and there I was, 
stuck in the back seat with Dani.

I'll give you a little more description of her here. 
She was a couple inches taller than average with 
shoulder length straight brown hair and a slender 
build. She was pretty by any standard with soft 
features and large brown eyes. That night she was 
wearing skinny jeans that showed off the cute ass she 
kept at one end of those legs, and a loose tee that 
really accented the skinny jeans and was just short 
enough to reveal glimpses of the taut, tanned skin 
around her waist.

When Jeff got the car positioned at the drive-in, she 
immediately unbuckled and slid over against me; leaning 
forward so my arm went around her. The four of us 
chatted until it got dark enough for them to start 
showing the trailers and then we commented and joked 
about the trailers until the feature started.

About fifteen seconds into the feature Jeff and April 
started making out and Dani promptly turned to me and 
whispered, "Are you gonna kiss me pretty soon? I'm 
feelin' a little anxious over here."

We made out steadily without any break or pause for 
around two hours and it seemed like ten minutes.

I learned that both her ears and her neck were 
significant erogenous zones. When my right hand got far 
enough up under her tee to cup one bra-covered breast 
she gave a soft moan and pulled away, causing me a 
second's alarm until she completed her maneuver 
stretched out on her back with her head and shoulders 
on my legs and started pulling my head down to hers. My 
hand went right back up to her breasts and it seemed 
only moments before they were bare and my lips and 
tongue were working on her small hard nipples. She got 
my shirt open enough to run one hand very pleasantly 
over my chest. I ran my hands over her legs and then up 
the inside of her thighs until I was gently massaging 
her mons. 

She awkwardly caressed my dick but stopped moving her 
hand and just firmly squeezed me when I got her jeans 
undone and my hand into her panties and began stroking 
her pussy. We kissed passionately while I played with 
her until she pulled back and covered her mouth with 
one hand. I focused my attention on her clit as I felt 
her body go taut, her thighs locking my hand in place. 
She stared at me wide-eyed as she trembled through her 
orgasm. When she started to relax I returned to gentle 
stroking but she immediately tightened up again as 
another orgasm swept through her.

And then the damned lights came on.

Dani didn't panic. She did let go of my dick and used 
that hand to pull her tee down enough to cover her 
breasts; but she used her other hand to press down hard 
on the one I had on her pussy, finally closing her eyes 
while she let her orgasm finish.

I was the one who was in shock as I realized that there 
would be no logical conclusion to our session that 
night. What we had been doing could only reasonably end 
after I felt myself gradually softening inside her and 
now it wouldn't. We knew the intermission between 
features would come at 11:30 and Dani had a midnight 
curfew. That left us with maybe fifteen minutes before 
we had to leave to get her home. I was more puzzled 
than angry; this just wasn't right.

Dani had an innocent smile on her face as her body came 
down from her orgasm, but when she opened her eyes it 
faded as she took in our circumstances. She returned 
one hand to my dick and used the other to pull my head 
down to hers so she could whisper, "I don't care if the 
lights are on. I don't want to leave you like this."

I thought briefly about that and then my larger head 
had a brilliant idea, "How about an IOU? I don't want 
to rush."

Her voice was serious, "Are you sure? I want to; I feel 
guilty."

My hand had been just resting on her pussy; I let my 
finger press slightly into her and then lightly ran it 
along her slit as I slowly pulled my hand out of her 
underwear. She trembled while I did it. I kissed her 
gently, "Does that mean no IOU?" The more I thought 
about it the more I liked the idea.

She pulled herself up against me, "Of course you can 
have an IOU. You can have two of them if you'd like. 
You made me feel very good." And then she kissed me in 
a way that suggested that she meant it.

I had mixed feelings about the kiss; it wasn't doing my 
dick any good at all.

Soon she pulled back, "I've got to get decent."

She turned and leaned back against me as she 
straightened her panties and then struggled to get her 
jeans all the way up and fastened. I enjoyed the 
feeling of her back and shoulder muscles moving against 
me. When she leaned forward to work on her bra she 
spoke loudly towards the front seat, "Who picked this 
fuckin' fifteen minute movie anyway?" The reaction 
suggested that they had not been entirely unaware of 
how we'd spent the time.

As the car began moving she brought her mouth close to 
my ear, "Those IOUs may feel a little weird when I'm 
not immediately post-orgasmic."

We traded mouth to ear positions, "It's only the 
intention at the moment that counts. You don't owe me 
anything."

"Oh, I'm not all against weird. I may tell some 
people."

Interesting girl.

On the way home she asked me to be her escort for the 
company party on the following Saturday and said that 
she'd have a 2 AM curfew that night.

So then I knew WHEN I'd get lucky.

When we pulled up in front of her house I helped her 
out of the car and tried to collect a goodnight kiss. 
She resisted, "Oh no buddy; right on the doorstep or it 
doesn't count."

I let her pull me along, a little perplexed. When we 
got to said doorstep she centered us under the entry 
light, rose up on her toes pressing herself firmly 
against me and kissed me thoroughly. When she was 
through she stepped back and obviously noted my 
expression, "My mom is probably watching and when I get 
inside she'll ask, 'What was that all about?' and I'll 
get to tell her things that you wish you knew."

And then she gave me a peck on the cheek and 
disappeared.

Very interesting girl. Probably not entirely what you'd 
call 'normal'.

I called her the next night since I'd long since 
learned that girls can get very anxious if you don't, 
completely irrespective of whether or not you have 
another date on the calendar. The call went 
considerably longer than I'd expected and only the very 
beginning was at all about us. And the next night she 
called me and we ended up talking every night for 
varying periods.

I got this vague feeling of being back in high school, 
especially considering the Big-Boy's-and-a-drive-in-
movie first date. But the content of the conversations 
didn't fit. Dani was obviously a high IQ type and 
seemed to know at least something about everything. She 
made insightful comments about current events and the 
company she was working for and the people she worked 
with, and she asked good questions about my work. 

We didn't just talk, we discussed. Occasionally, and in 
retrospect these seemed to be after I'd offered an 
opinion on a subject I was knowledgeable about, she 
would damned near interrogate me. There was nothing 
offensive about the way she did it, and what I finally 
figured out was that she just loved to learn. When she 
got her hands on somebody who knew something she wanted 
to know more about, and was willing to talk about it; 
she'd suck 'em as dry as she politely could. This often 
endeared her to people as most people love to talk to 
an interested listener.

I started to make some sense of this when I learned 
that Dani had gotten through high school in just three 
years. And that she was still 17.

This caused me some panic the night I learned it. I 
looked up the law and called Jeff who called April who 
knew Dani's birthday. We were legal by 21 days.

I don't know what I would have done. I was getting 
pretty hooked on Dani who I now knew was your basic 
wacko serious genius high-school girl. And the days 
were counting down until I got to fuck her.

Don't misunderstand. I had no sexual expectations on 
our first date. I knew that I liked the way she looked 
a year earlier but I had no idea if I'd even want to 
kiss her goodnight. But during the movie I had come to 
expect that it was just a matter minutes until I'd be 
in her.

And I liked her more every day, regardless of the 
countdown.

But the countdown was important too because, with some 
regrettable exceptions, I've always tried to follow my 
mother's advice; "If a girl lets you fuck her once, and 
you want to fuck her again, make sure she enjoys the 
first one. Try to make it memorable."

Mom, of course, used euphemisms such as dating rather 
than fucking but "Try to make it memorable," is 
verbatim. She may have said something like, "Treat her 
right," instead of "Make sure she enjoys the first 
fuck," but I figured out the real message and it has 
served me reasonably well.

So the basic plan of getting Dani to my apartment, 
tearing her clothes off, and fucking her until I was 
incapable of movement; had to get dressed up a little. 
It kept becoming more important that she'd want to do 
it again.

Historically this meant being considerate, not letting 
my little head do all of the thinking, talking a little 
more than I might otherwise, not letting myself get so 
drunk that I couldn't do the first three, and not 
letting the girl get so drunk that she would associate 
the sex with the hangover. All of which is just good 
manners. It's really more a case of being thoughtful 
than being artificial. And, of course, it's following 
mom's advice.

I agonized about this. I didn't need to seduce Dani; it 
was pretty clear that she was both willing and anxious. 
I had occasional qualms about just how clear that was. 
During our first phone call she had said quite plainly 
that she had really enjoyed our first date and during 
every call she had said that she was looking forward to 
our next date. 

She never said anything the least bit regretful about 
the drive-in nor did she ever say anything that seemed 
intended to reduce my expectations for next Saturday. 
But she also didn't hint that she couldn't wait to jump 
my bones. We didn't do any phone sex. Despite the 
latter I was always at least pretty sure that if Dani 
had a message to send she would have sent it and if 
there was no new message, the message from the drive-in 
still applied. Sometimes I was quite sure and 
occasionally I was certain.

Which left my primary concern, "Make it memorable." I 
thought it vanishingly unlikely that Dani was a virgin. 
I had learned and was learning that she was adventurous 
and uninhibited without being foolish. I remembered 
clearly that the only time she had closed her eyes 
while we were making out was when the lights came on, 
so she could hide a little while she finished her 
orgasm. I made a plan. I also made innumerable 
contingencies.

Saturday came and inched along. I'd made what few 
preparations were necessary; clean linens, clean 
towels, clean apartment. I'm not a slob so a lot of it 
was usual Saturday stuff. Perhaps I was a little more 
careful and thorough.

It was only while I was driving out to pick her up that 
I realized that I was likely to be about to meet the 
parents of a 17 year old girl.

That thought served to focus my mind and ensured that I 
wouldn't walk up to her door with a significant bulge 
in my trousers. Dani had said that this was a dressy 
party but that a suit would be fine. So I wore one of 
my darker business suits and was glad for the pleated 
trousers. I did upgrade to one of my two French-cuffed 
shirts. I also have two sets of cufflinks, the better 
of which was a gift from a girlfriend. I wore the other 
set, feeling a little foolish. What possible difference 
could it make, but I knew I'd feel uncomfortable if 
Dani commented on them.

Inevitable I was early and had to sit in a strip mall 
for ten minutes so that I could arrive precisely at 
5:00. As I approached the front door it opened, "Hello. 
You must be Gregory. I'm Dana's mother."

I'd remembered Dani's had-to-be-on-the-doorstep 
goodnight kiss and that she thought her mother was 
watching, so while I was making a polite reply and 
shaking her mother's hand I was also trying to read her 
expression. I got nothing.

"Dana is ready and just waiting upstairs so that she 
can make an entrance. Let me tell her it's time." She 
walked to a wall intercom, "Dana, your escort is here 
and I decided to let him into the house." She winked at 
me.

Dani's reply was tinny, "Thank you mother. Your 
graciousness is always appreciated. Please make sure 
he's standing at attention."

Her mother gestured me forward and positioned me back 
from but centered on the staircase. She looked me in 
the eyes and spoke softly, "I know Dana's age is 
misleading and I'll admit to having mixed feelings, but 
I'm glad she's dating someone other than just for fun." 
With that she stepped back to the side.

My mind tried to prepare itself for the feelings of 
terror those words would be expected to trigger, but 
they didn't come. I immediately recognized another case 
of motherly euphemism but also realized that my 
enormous urge to get my dick into Dani had been masking 
a steadily growing want for more. I did start to panic; 
17 years old and legal with me by just 21 days and I 
wanted a serious relationship. Fortunately Dani's 
appearance derailed that train.

It was an el shaped staircase and Dani was coming down 
from the right. My first view was as her left foot came 
down showing a high-heeled black pump, the hem of a 
long black skirt, and a flash of ankle through a slit 
in the skirt. The next two steps revealed that the slit 
went just to the knee and that her hosiery closely 
matched her skin tone. The first full view of her left 
leg from the knee down made me glad that my trousers 
had pleats and that my coat was buttoned.

The skirt proved to be just that, loose and flowing 
from the bottom of her hips but snug enough from there 
to her waist to show her flat tummy and the arch of her 
bottom. I caught matching flashes of bright red as one 
hand came into view at the same time that I could see 
that her pumps were open-toed. Her top was dark gold 
brocade; a short long-sleeved jacket just reaching the 
skirt. When she rested her hand on the railing the 
jacket lifted enough so that I could see that she had 
nothing serious on beneath it.

The rest of her was revealed in a rush, too quickly for 
the appreciation it deserved. The neckline of the 
jacket came straight across her collar bone to the 
sleeves which were off of her shoulders. Just two 
straps of thinner material kept her shoulders from 
being completely bare and the dark gold color was not 
far from the color of her tan. She had her face turned 
towards me as she approached the landing and I barely 
had time to note the elegance of her neck before her 
lips brought on the next flash of red. Her eyes seemed 
to have grown even larger when made up. 

Her longish hair had disappeared in some fashion on top 
of her head and her ears were adorned with what looked 
like but almost certainly weren't diamond studs. She 
was smiling serenely and when our eyes met I knew that 
that, at least, was an act. She was very unsure of 
herself and I needed to allay that but could think of 
no expression that would serve. I tried to just think 
my reaction at her but knew that she would have to 
continue her act for the few seconds until I could 
speak and touch.

Two other thoughts jumped out of the welter in my mind. 
One was to wonder what real diamond studs cost and 
whether I could afford them, and whether she would 
accept them. The other was whimsical; I had met and 
come to know Dani, now I was meeting Dana.

I felt very formal as I stepped forward to meet her at 
the foot of the stairs. I had already chosen the word I 
would use, days ago. 'Exquisite' is often a good choice 
and I'd known she would qualify but now it was not 
enough. I took her hand in both of mine, "Dana, you 
look breathtakingly beautiful." It was corny but I 
tried to reinforce it with my hands and my eyes. I 
think it worked.

She stepped forward and kissed me briefly on the cheek. 
"Thank you Gregory." She stepped back. "You look very 
handsome in that suit." She ran her hand down my arm 
and her eyes looked genuinely serene.

The magic was broken when her father stepped into the 
foyer. She wrapped her arm in mine while she introduced 
me, releasing it only long enough for the hand shake.

He was polite but his eyes seemed actively hostile. 
"Forgive my bluntness Gregory but I have nightmares 
about Dana dying in an accident with a drunken driver. 
She has cab fare with her and I don't mind one bit if 
she uses it. If you've been drinking at all and feel 
obliged to deliver her home please just ride along in 
the cab."

He was clearly in earnest so I felt some sympathy, but 
I couldn't help thinking as I looked back at him, 'No 
problem sir. I intend to be pretty sober when I begin 
fucking your daughter tonight and completely sober by 
the time I finish.' What I said was, "I understand. 
I've lost friends and will be both entirely sober and 
on my guard when I drive Dana back tonight." He seemed 
grudgingly satisfied.

When I had seated Dana in my car and gotten behind the 
wheel I turned to her, hoping for a kiss. She stayed 
where she was and raised her hand in refusal. "May I 
set a couple of rules? I kind of need to."

"Of course."

"Number one is that you mustn't kiss me any time that 
my dad might see. Probably ever. He's very protective 
and he loves me."

I smiled and nodded my assent.

"It's my responsibility to let you know when it's not 
safe. He wasn't home last Saturday. Number two is that 
you mayn't muss my makeup or my hair until we leave the 
party. My mom helped me do my eyes and I'm afraid 
things will crumble and fall off if I blink too fast 
and my hair has about five pounds of pins in it and 
might fall down if we hit a pothole. I'm prepared to do 
some repairs to the hair and I don't expect it to stay 
up all that long, certainly not if we dance; but I'd 
like to try to get it through dinner."

I raised my hand and she smiled and nodded at me. "I 
desperately want to kiss you in whatever limited 
fashion your makeup permits and to spend some time 
telling you in detail how really beautiful you look 
tonight. May I move us someplace where that could 
happen?"

She dimpled, "My number three is actually a request 
that we go to April's house to pick up something. It's 
just a couple of blocks and I promise you the best kiss 
I can manage when we get there. You can start the 
compliments on the way."

I put the car in reverse and she pointed to the right. 
I got us underway, "I can't really do the compliments 
unless I'm looking at you."

She took my right hand off the shifter and pulled it up 
to her lips. She planted several small kisses on my 
knuckles and then turned it over and licked my palm, 
finally biting me gently behind my thumb. "Can I eat 
you, starting with this hand?"

"'Can'? You used mayn't and mustn't in nearly 
consecutive sentences just a minute ago."

I think I could feel her smile from across the car, "I 
have differing modes."

She held my hand in her lap while she directed me. 
"That's her house. Pull into the driveway. Would you go 
get it? It would be best if I weren't seen and this 
outfit would draw attention."

I put it in Park, "Of course."

"Just ring the doorbell. April will answer. But wait a 
moment." She unbuckled and leaned towards me. "Little 
kiss first."

It was brief but I wouldn't call it 'little.' Her 
tongue was alive and electric. When she pulled back we 
just stared at each other for some seconds until she 
looked down at my mouth. "Let me see if I marked you. 
Nope, not yet. Go!"

I felt somewhat unsteady as I walked to the door. Again 
the doorbell was unneeded. April handed me a shoulder 
bag, "Have fun." She leaned out the door and waved at 
Dani.

The bag was neither very full nor very heavy. It didn't 
feel like an overnight bag and I didn't think Dani 
would have held back a release from curfew. The thought 
crossed my mind that Dani might be planning some 
subterfuge to blow her curfew. I was surprised to find 
that I didn't really want that. I didn't want any major 
deceit associated with the evening. My inner coward 
amended that to 'no more than necessary'.

I brought the bag around to Dani's side of the car and 
she lowered her window. "Where do you want it?"

"The trunk will be fine. They're just-in-case things."

When we were moving again she recaptured my hand, 
holding it in her lap and softly caressing it. "My mom 
knows about the bag but my dad can't."

I glanced at her and she looked sad. "I'm sorry," I 
said, "I wish that wasn't so."

"Me too. It's just hard for him. I love him."

She was silent for a time but when she spoke again her 
voice was much brighter. "To some extent the sooner we 
get there the sooner we can leave so I would prefer 
that you not pull over, but..." She added some 
exaggerated coyness and some uncertainty to her voice, 
"Do I really look okay?"

There was some huskiness in my voice when I answered, 
"Dana, you really did take my breath away. You look 
both very beautiful and very sexy. I only got a brief 
look at one leg but..."

She interrupted me, "Oops. I almost forgot. Listen 
closely here. This skirt has three buttons on each 
side. The lowest is at mid-calf and is already 
unbuttoned. The next is at the knee. Don't move your 
hand." She released me and then undid the just 
described buttons. She took my hand in her left hand 
and moved it up onto her abdomen. "The third is 
absolutely obscene and stays just as it is. How does 
this look?" She used her right hand to pull the top of 
her skirt off of her left leg, revealing it almost to 
the top of her thigh.

I looked over, "Dana, I have to find a place to stop."

"No, bad things would happen. Does that mean you liked 
it?"

I growled, "You're right but I'm very frustrated at not 
being able to look at you."

"I'm sorry. I'm not a tease, or at least not much of 
one. I meant to open those buttons and show you before 
we got to April's but I forgot." She paused, "Gregory?"

"Yes beautiful Dana?"

"I've never had a boy call me Dana before. I like Dani 
too but will you use both of them and let me guess 
which is which?"

I had to figure that out so I didn't answer 
immediately, but before I had she let go of my hand and 
spoke very softly, "Have I presumed too much?"

"No!" I grabbed one of her hands firmly, "Will you 
accept a simple and unequivocal 'No'?"

She sobbed, "I'm sorry. I didn't realize what I was 
doing. We can't go there yet and now I want to cry and 
I mustn't. I'm in pieces, let me collect myself."

"Dana?"

"Yes?"

"Have you ever heard of the term 'hypobole'?"

"No, I don't believe that's a word."

"I may have coined it. Do you recognize what it must 
mean?"

"Yes."

"I'd like to exercise some of it but you have to agree 
to laugh at the end."

"Okay."

I spoke slowly and carefully, "I have experienced, 
perhaps just once and only briefly, some slight 
transient non-sexual feelings about you at some point, 
I don't remember when, during the last week. However 
brief it was, it was completely stable without the 
slightest fluctuation and, considering how premature 
and inappropriate it was, I have completely cast it 
aside. We'll just have to wait and see."

She'd giggled some near the end my speech, "That was 
masterful." She lifted my hand and kissed it lightly, 
"Thank you. That was just what I needed."

After a bit she spoke again, "May I prattle?"

"Do you know how?"

"I'm a teen-aged girl; would you like me to consider 
that a challenge?"

"No, it was meant as a compliment."

"I know I'm kind of organized and logical. If that ever 
gets tiresome would you give me a hint?"

"I promise but don't hold your breath. I've found you 
unfailingly worth listening to. I've known people where 
I could do crosswords while we were talking. The most I 
can manage with you is light cleaning and laundry. May 
I observe that you are the only thing I've yet found 
that makes dusting a pleasure?"

"Thank you; although I don't think I like being a 
thing. One of my many foibles is that I don't care for 
chattering on the phone. I'm okay with that in person, 
and I've even been known to initiate it out of 
nervousness; but the phone is for communicating or 
conversing. May I observe that our conversations have 
usually been the high point of my day?"

"Thank you."

"May I tease, just a little bit?"

"Sure."

"I had some trouble decided when I preferred to talk to 
you in the evening. At first I thought early was better 
as you always left me energized and the length of the 
conversations was unpredictable. But I soon learned 
that later was best."

I can take a cue, "Yes?"

"Because you always left me horny."

I was taken aback, "But there was never anything the 
least bit sexual..."

"It wasn't during. It was always right after."

I'd gotten a little turned-on whenever we talked. 
Dani's voice alone could do that. But not very because 
I'd always had to pay attention. My condition after, 
I'd attributed to the countdown. Maybe that's all she 
meant but I was sure that wasn't it. Dani was saying 
that she got turned-on thinking about me. I pulled her 
left hand over and kissed it. "Thank you Dani. That was 
a very nice tease, subtle and complicated." I glanced 
over and she dimpled.

"May I prattle now?"

"Please do."

"Tonight is partially a substitute prom for me. I only 
attended one and it was... unsatisfying. Nothing tragic 
or awful, just less fun than I'd hoped. I'd accepted an 
invitation from a guy I knew to be nice but he chose 
that night to start drinking with his buddies before 
they came to pick me up. We were in a limo so that part 
wasn't a problem but my date stayed drunk enough that 
he was never really there. I still got to dance and I 
still got to talk to lots of people but I might as well 
have been stag. Part of the fun of prom is pretending 
to be a couple even if your relationship is very 
casual; doing prom things together. I didn't get that.

"I'm not talking about sex. I expected that but I only 
expected it to be fun, not special. I don't think you 
can carry the pretending-to-be-a-couple thing that far. 
And I would like to assert that I'm not trying to heal 
a wound here, just to fulfill a want. Will you be my 
arm-candy tonight?"

"I'm honored."

"I'm going to introduce you to absolutely everyone I 
know there and I want you to look at me adoringly each 
time."

"It would be hard not to."

It was her turn to kiss my hand, "In that case I may 
introduce you to some complete strangers."

I then understood that the party part of tonight was 
important to Dani. I would do my best at that but I did 
wonder just how much time that would leave us. Dani 
read my mind.

"So the schedule for the party is cocktails beginning 
at 5:30 for an hour. Then dinner from 6:30 for an hour 
and a half. I've been assured that they do the speeches 
and stuff during the dinner and hold to the schedule. 
So dancing starts at 8:00 and goes to at least 2:00, 
sometimes later. But we can't stay that long because of 
my curfew."

I took that in the guts and it must have showed.

"Oh Gregory, I'm sorry. That was a terrible tease and I 
shouldn't have done it. I would like to dance and 
socialize for a while but I was thinking we might sneak 
out around 9:00. I'm really sorry. Absurd things like 
that just pop into my head and I sometimes let them 
out. That was awful. Please forgive me even though I 
don't deserve it?"

I was really angry and the fact that she had been 
teasing me made me even angrier. I tried to examine my 
feelings but the anger was deep and strong. I couldn't 
justify it and the real departure time was promising 
far more than I had realistically hoped for. Dani 
didn't owe me anything. I was ashamed of the anger and 
fought to control it.

Dani spoke while I was still trying, "I was just a 
fraction of a second late in seeing how I’d feel if you 
did that to me. I hope that's the worst thing I ever do 
to you and that I never even come close again. I feel 
terrible."

I had some control by then, "Dani, don't apologize. I'm 
ashamed of myself. I don't understand it. I don't 
really have anything you could call a temper. There was 
no justification and it's unforgivable. Just to be 
clear, I'm talking about me."

"Gregory, if you'd done that to me I think you would 
have seen a real temper and I don't think I would have 
wasted any time debating its justification." She paused 
and then continued just as seriously, "May I consider 
it a compliment?"

I snorted, "Don't you dare. I just need some time to 
get myself under control."

She didn't give it to me, "I'm very limited in what I 
can do to try to make it up to you right now. Would a 
rolling blowjob help?"

It still took me a moment but I laughed, "I think we're 
even. That was just what I needed."

"Are we talkin' the bj itself or just the offer?"

She planted moist little kisses all over my hand, "I 
think we need to pretend that didn't happen because 
we'll never agree who's entitled to apologize. Even 
though I'm perfectly certain it's me."

I really have very little experience at feeling angry 
and I wanted to think about it some more but I was also 
marveling at how Dani had handled it and put everything 
back together. I felt a strong urge to tell her that I 
loved her, but I had to hold that back. No matter how I 
felt just then, it was way early for that. She'd taken 
a lot of the edge off of the feelings but they didn't 
just disappear. That only happened when she showed me a 
leg under circumstances where I could appreciate it.

I pulled into the valet parking area in front of the 
hotel and got out of the car. One of the valets came 
toward us headed for Dani's door. I waved him over to 
me and he handed me the ticket. Dani was looking around 
when I opened her door. She swung her right leg out, 
just the leg; the skirt stayed right where it had been 
inside the car. It looked impossibly long and slender 
and shapely and sexy and erotic. Just to prove that I 
hadn't been lying earlier, my breath caught. Dani had 
to giggle to get me to notice the hand she was holding 
out.

I helped her out of the car and the leg disappeared 
under her skirt. She gave me a quick kiss, "I'm glad 
you liked that. I really hoped you would."

I offered her my arm and we started in to the hotel. 
"Are you going to be doing that all night?"

"Only for you. I've been practicing extensively and I 
have complete control. I could have gotten out of the 
car without anyone being able to tell that the skirt 
has side-slits. It's really cool."

We were walking with our heads close together so that 
we could talk softly. I was basking in her enthusiasm, 
and the memory of her leg.

"Honestly, sometimes it just doesn't get any better 
than being a girl. If you watch the women with long 
skirts you'll see that they always hold their skirts up 
when they sit down. I can do something that is 
indistinguishable but hold the panels together and show 
nothing. Or, if you're the only one who can see I can 
show exactly as much as I choose. How cool is that?"

"Based on experience to date, I'd say awesome."

"Dancing may be a problem. Depending on the lighting 
and how many people are out there I may have to re-
button."

I tried to imagine being able to visually stimulate 
Dani the way she could me but I could only accept it 
theoretically, I couldn't get my head around it.

Dani started introducing me to people before we made it 
into the ballroom. I quickly learned that there were a 
lot of people who held Dani in some regard. I found 
myself repeatedly getting appraised. A lot of people 
gave me looks that were at least guarded and a 
surprising number were hostile although not up to her 
dad's standards. I chewed on it. It added up to pretty 
simple. They liked Dani and didn't want anything bad to 
happen to her. Any guy was potentially bad news and I 
was any guy. I could suck this up if I had to but Dani 
was eventually going to notice and I thought it would 
crush her.

When we got a break I dragged Dani over to an empty 
space against one wall, "Everybody hates me."

That got her attention. "Just kidding. They actually 
only dislike and distrust me, and think I am likely to 
hurt you."

I watched her thinking and then I got to see some Dani 
anger. "Fuck 'em. Let's get out of here."

"Dani it's inevitable. I want to do this and I want to 
do it as well as I can. I think maybe we need to 
accommodate people's feelings a little."

"Fuck 'em." She really didn't mean it this time but she 
had the first. I knew I couldn't let her leave but the 
notion of an extra three hours was tantalizing. And I'd 
had sex with a girl once while she was really angry at 
someone else. It was remarkable, and memorable which 
would fit nicely into mom's advice. But no.

"You could consider it a compliment."

She snuggled against me with her chin on my shoulder, 
"Fuck you."

I laughed and I could feel her laughing. "I think I 
should be a little more formal. I should only call you 
Dana and I should show more formal respect for you and 
be a little uncomfortable and uncertain. And we should 
touch less, as in not at all."

Dani snorted and just rested against me. Her breathing 
gradually slowed. "Okay, I can go along with that 
provided we do a couple of other things."

"Of course."

"I'm going to wrap my legs around your waist, outside 
the skirt. You can carry me around like that. And we're 
gonna swap spit before each introduction."

She was laughing as she finished.

"Whatever you say dear."

She pulled her head back, "Hey, that phrase was a 
milestone and I don't like the circumstances. Take it 
back."

"Yes ma'am."

She snuggled back in. "That might also qualify but I 
really liked the delivery. Look, I can fix this. It 
really pisses me off but it is fixable. They kind of 
didn't really mean it and need to be reminded of their 
manners."

"You've got to be kidding. How could this be fixable?"

"I've just got to go talk to a couple of people and 
send a message."

"What are you gonna do, send out a memo?"

"Pretty close. You've got to trust me on this, she said 
pushing her escort into a metaphorical corner. I'm 
still angry enough to want to walk out on 'em but it 
would really be better if I sent the memo. You just go 
outside and walk around for a little while. Take up 
smoking. I'll be no more than ten minutes and then I'll 
come get you. Stay away from hookers."

"Yes ma'am."

"I do like the sound of that. Go!"

It did seem that I was the only one walking around 
outside who wasn't a smoker. I felt like I was behaving 
suspiciously and considering asking someone for a 
cigarette so I could hold it while I walked. I tried to 
imagine what the message was and how the grapevine must 
work to get the kind of distribution Dani seemed to 
expect.

I spotted her coming out one of the doors several 
minutes before her deadline. She had a serious 
expression on but smiled when she saw me and started to 
walk purposefully towards me. I mention that part 
because purposefully translates to long strides that 
revealed each leg in turn to about mid thigh. She put 
her arms out and walked right into me delivering a very 
wet kiss. "It's all fixed."

I held her against me, "Are you going to tell me?"

"Yes. It's pretty interesting. I have to start by 
apologizing. No, don't interrupt me just yet. I brought 
you here and people were rude to you and I didn't catch 
on because I was excited and proud and they didn't 
actually say anything obviously rude. So you analyzed 
what they were doing and figured out why they must be 
doing it and looked at your available options and 
picked the ones that looked best. You told me about it 
and I was less willing to accept why they were doing it 
and completely unwilling to accept any option that 
didn't end it and I looked at my options and decided to 
send a message that I was really offended by rude 
behavior to someone about whom they had no information 
to justify their rudeness. Are you with me so far?"

"Uh huh."

"So I went to Sandra who was going to be my first 
messenger and told her what was going on and she got 
really pissed-off which surprised me until she 
explained that the whole thing was based on the 
assumption that I wasn't competent to pick a boyfriend 
which didn't bother me so much but just enraged Sandra 
so she prepended the message with words to the effect 
that anyone who thought Dani was too stupid to pick a 
boyfriend should not pretend to be her friend. And she 
insisted that she would take care of the entire 
distribution and sent me out here."

"Wow. I feel like my molehill erupted."

"Don't, this sort of thing is best met head-on and 
promptly or the next thing you know there'll be 
socialists on the board of directors."

"So distribution is word of mouth?"

"Hmmm. It appears I know more about this sort of thing 
than you do. Company Blackberrys as cascading gossip 
with, Sandra said, six origin nodes. They'll aim for a 
minimum of two hits in every four hundred square foot 
area and let it go oral from there. They once got a 
song going with better than ninety percent delivery in 
under three minutes, or so they claim. This is more 
complicated so it should take a little longer."

"Amazing."

"Now take me back inside and buy me a drink at the open 
bar."

I raised an eyebrow.

"The company has a zero-tolerance policy on ID checking 
at these functions."

We never got anywhere near the bar. Anyone who knew 
Dani and hadn't met me was looking for us so they could 
get a look at me, and I'm pretty sure that every single 
person who had been introduced was tracking us down to 
apologize. The new introductions were pretty nice with 
just a little weird and I think Dani really enjoyed 
them. More so since it worked like a one-couple 
receiving line. 

The apologies were just what you'd expect from people 
who were sincerely ashamed of themselves and only had 
words available with which to make amends; which is to 
say that they were awful and made me want to run in 
terror. As far as I'm concerned anybody who had to 
apologize to me had retroactively justified their 
initial rudeness, which wasn't all that bad anyway.

When they rang their triangles for dinner Dani pulled 
me over to the same hunk of wall I'd used earlier. 
"That was both awkward and wonderful. I hadn't expected 
it to turn me into the prom queen." She turned serious, 
"Gregory this was the best time I could think of for 
sharing sexual histories. Just get it over with and go 
eat. All I care about is unprotected and tests."

I took a deep breath. I was prepared for this although 
I wasn't sure that I was ever going to actually bring 
it up; I'd just planned on using a condom. I knew it 
was important so I looked straight into her eyes, "Last 
unprotected other than oral was junior year high 
school. I got tested then and again the next year and 
twice a year during college. My last test was my 
employment physical six weeks ago. No hits ever. No 
unprotected sex since the last test and actually no 
sexual contact at all."

Dani's smile turned radiant, which is unusual in 
someone who is about to give their report. "I've never 
had unprotected other than oral and never got a 
positive. I was tested twice in high school and twice 
last year in college and also for my summer job. I've 
had no contact since my first test in college. The only 
guys at school who didn't run in terror at my age were 
either creepy or drunk. So I'm both clean and very 
horny. Although there was a guy last week whose fingers 
I don't know the history of."

I tried to pull her in for a kiss but she resisted and 
turned serious, "Gregory, I've been on the pill for 
years. Would you be bare with me tonight? May I feel 
you bare inside of me?"

She either let me pull her in then or couldn't stop me. 
I answered her orally but not vocally; and surprisingly 
without injury to either of us, or to her makeup.

There was an immediate issue in that I felt like I was 
about to have the biggest ejaculation in history right 
there, right then, right in my boxers. If the initial 
impressions of magnitude were accurate it might take 
months to recover. When that particular risk had 
receded Dani was kind enough to shield me so that I 
could carefully rearrange myself so that we could walk 
to our table. And act as if nothing special was going 
on.

But it was very special. I had only realized that I 
wanted a serious relationship with Dani after her 
mother's words; but those words revealed that Dani had 
made up her mind earlier. They also suggested that Dani 
had not been in a serious relationship before. It even 
seemed possible that Dani had decided during our first 
date, which explained the enthusiastic goodnight kiss 
where her mother could see it.

It was also possible that all Dani wanted was to 
experiment with a serious relationship. but that didn't 
seem likely. After my experiences with unprotected sex 
in high school I had gotten religion about condoms. 
Somewhere along the line the thought had crossed my 
mind that the next time I had unprotected sex would 
probably be with my fiancée or a woman I had chosen to 
live with. Both Dani and I were shying away from 
feelings that were too early, and might be caused by 
lust. I had no doubt that lust could make you think you 
loved someone; but could it make you think you 
respected and admired them?

I think that the norm today is to have declared your 
mutual love before a deliberate decision to have 
unprotected sex.

The seating for dinner was what I'll call 
paternalistic-diversity. Each table ran the gamut of 
the company hierarchy with the couple that had the 
highest ranking member acting as the mother and father. 
This was obviously well practiced, so it produced 
relaxed politeness rather than stiff formality. Dani 
told me later that they handled the flowery formalities 
during the employee's last day, so there actually 
weren't any speeches, just anecdotes; short, funny 
anecdotes usually with imagery. 

The speakers never introduced themselves and I don't 
think anyone ran over a minute; frequently it was less 
than half that. And they maintained a rigid five minute 
break between each one. The formula worked very well. 
The ballroom got very quiet when each person began and 
then, since people were paying attention, a positive 
roar arose at the appropriate time.

Despite having, in our case, a table mother; Dani and I 
were the center of attention. No doubt because of the 
cascading gossip Blackberry thing. I got looked at and 
she got talked to. That's not really accurate; I 
probably got talked to more than I otherwise would 
have. But I sure got looked at a lot. Not enough to 
make me uncomfortable; it just felt... odd.

I enjoyed myself more and more as the raging lust kept 
easing. Why it should ease at all escapes me but I was 
enjoying Dani. She was excited and animated and she 
leaned forward whenever she spoke. She also refused to 
hog the spotlight; she kept her comments succinct 
before sending the conversation off to someone else and 
never failed to divert her attention promptly to the 
anecdoters. She seemed to be following everything that 
went on at the table, somehow listening to every 
conversation. She only occasionally looked in my 
direction, but when she did she'd always pause for a 
second and her smile would soften and widen before she 
turned away.

I still might have felt slightly ignored if the 
universe had existed only above the table. If her left 
hand was free it would always be beneath the table, 
either holding my hand and slowly caressing it with her 
thumb or just resting her hand on my thigh. Early in 
the meal she kept her left leg just touching mine. 
Later on she slipped off her left pump and stuck her 
leg between mine, resting her foot on my left shoe and 
her calf against mine. It was innocently affectionate 
but kept us firmly connected. I was part of everything 
she said and did, and felt.

When she moved her leg between mine I knew it was 
intended just as part of the connection but I also knew 
just how much of that leg was extending out from under 
her skirt. I carefully put my hand right on the top of 
her thigh, separated from her flesh by only her sheer 
hose, and let my thumb trace slow circles on the 
outside. She looked at me and leaned over as though to 
whisper in my ear but all she did was softly sigh for a 
moment before returning her attention to the table. I 
liked it.

At one point when she looked at me she leaned in and 
gave me a quick kiss. A few seconds later she leaned 
back toward me, "Oops, I wasn't supposed to do that 
during dinner."

I had occasion to visit the men's room. My return route 
brought me in from behind Dani. Along the path I could 
see two women, one fortyish, one thirtyish, both 
attractive and attractively dressed, standing by a 
column and chatting. As I passed one of them seemed to 
be looking in the general direction of our table and I 
heard her saying, "She looks so excited that I may have 
to go get a liner."

I think it is possible that she was not talking about 
Dani.

At 7:58 they gave the only speech that could be 
considered the slightest bit flowery. A man walked up 
to the microphone, pressed a button that lit the big 
screen with just bright white light, leaned in and 
said, "Ahem!" The room quieted instantly. He spoke 
again, "Ladies and Gentlemen, Robert Foraker." An image 
appeared on the screen of a distinctly embarrassed 
looking gentleman in the middle of a group hug from 
what must have been coworkers. This was the cue for a 
standing ovation and I beat Dani standing up because 
she had to get her shoe back on.

When the noise tapered off Dani led me around the table 
for parting pleasantries and then off in what seemed a 
random direction. When we hit a reasonably empty space 
she swung herself into me and delivered a medium length 
slightly hot kiss, "You've been wonderful and I think 
you impressed everybody at the table with my ability to 
pick an escort and I'm incredibly proud to be here with 
you and your hand on my leg felt very nice although if 
you'd moved it one inch to the right I would have 
fainted but where it was was just right and felt super 
and I can still feel exactly where every square 
millimeter of your hand was touching me."

"Thank you."

She lowered her voice, "I'd be perfectly happy if we 
left right now."

Her phrasing was not lost on me and, for no conceivable 
reason, I was in no hurry. Everything was happening as 
it was supposed to happen and that was just fine. "I've 
been looking forward to dancing with you all week and I 
will not be denied."

Her face stayed serious, "I truly don't know which I'd 
prefer."

"Which would we be less likely to regret?"

"Are you talkin' in an hour or in a week?"

"Dani, let's dance."

She hugged me, "Thank you, and that's just for the 
intentions since I don't know about the other. May I 
tease?"

"Yes ma'am."

She pulled her head back and assumed a very serious 
expression, "Does this mean that you don't want to fuck 
me all that much?"

"Are you talkin' intensity or duration?"

She hugged me fiercely, "You're amazing." After a while 
she continued, "Somewhere generally behind me should be 
an attractive young couple looking lost and lonely. 
They are Marguerite and Jorge and you might even 
remember meeting them because she is really pretty. I 
work with Marguerite and she and I are going to go to 
the ladies room where she will help me drop my hair. 
Jorge will hold your hand so you don't get lonely. 
We'll just be something like two minutes."

Dani led me over and conducted the greetings. 
Marguerite was indeed very pretty and I felt slightly 
disloyal for remembering her but I also remembered 
Jorge who was tall and remarkably handsome and had the 
most meticulously trimmed beard that I had ever seen.

When the girls left we sat down. Jorge had a strong 
Spanish accent and a deep voice, "So Gregory, are your 
intentions toward Dana honorable?"

Well fuck me. I was getting a little tired of Dani's 
friends. I felt ornery and decided to give him some 
terse, "Yes."

"That is good. She clearly thinks so. People have been 
watching you two all evening to see if things around 
you burst into flame."

That was ambiguous. I just nodded.

"I see that she has persuaded you to stay for the 
dancing. I lost a bet to Marguerite over that."

I didn't even look at him.

"Tell me, please, of these IOUs about which I have 
heard so much."

That snapped my head around. He had a big friendly grin 
on his face.

By the time the girls returned I had established that I 
would refer to him by no name other than Asshole for 
the foreseeable future. He seemed pleased about that.

Dani had a new look with her hair back down. A little 
less elegant and a little more mysterious. I also 
noticed that she had chickened out and re-buttoned her 
skirt.

We made our entrance into the adjoining ballroom where 
the dancing was well underway. Dani turned to me, "May 
we?"

"I would like nothing more."

Marguerite offered to take her clutch and we walked 
into a substantial crowd on the dance floor. We danced 
two slow dances and never said a word. Our bodies 
explored each other, different parts pressing and 
withdrawing. It was aesthetic rather than erotic but I 
was powerfully aroused. Dani softly kissed my neck 
occasionally but I was enough taller that I could not 
reasonably respond. I inhaled her scent and hoped that 
I would be able to please her later.

After the second dance she suggested we sit and talk 
with people for a while. She led us to a corner 
banquette where Marguerite and Jorge were sitting along 
with a half dozen others. They'd saved the corner-most 
seats for us and I ushered Dani in ahead of me. We sat 
and Dani snuggled against me with my arm around her 
waist. We were in a reverie and the rest of the world 
was moving faster around us. We gradually came out of 
it and Dani became the animated person she'd been 
earlier.

This was a younger group that kept changing as people 
got up to dance and were replaced. The conversation was 
fast and boisterous. Jorge provided punctuation with a 
basso rumble of a laugh. A woman across from me got my 
attention, "Can I see the IOUs?" The table erupted; 
apparently everyone there knew something about them. 
All of the smiles were friendly. I felt very 
comfortable.

One of the guys asked if he could buy one of the IOUs. 
His wife cracked up. I was still pretty mellow and just 
smiled and shook my head.

"Okay, how about rental? Could I rent one for a little 
while?"

That got him raised eyebrows all around the table.

"Look, I don't care whose name is on it. I'd just 
really like to be able to say I'd had one."

That gave his wife what she needed, "Earn it buster. 
Let's see you try to earn one. I'm willing."

I'd been softly caressing the skin above Dani's 
waistline. When she leaned forward to talk I'd let my 
hand slide down and stroke the outside of her thigh and 
then return it to her waist when she leaned back. I 
noticed that her top fell away in front when she leaned 
forward. The next time she did I moved my hand up 
rather than down, and gently cupped her breast being 
careful not to let my hand touch the material of her 
top. She gave the slightest gasp but recovered and 
continued to talk. When she leaned back I brought my 
hand back down to her waist but whenever she leaned 
forward again my hand went up and just held her. She 
never acknowledged what I was doing.

In time she asked if she could get out to go to the 
ladies room. I whispered into her ear, "Do you think 
you could just possibly lose your bra while you're in 
there?"

She smiled at me and kissed me and looked at her watch 
and kissed me again. She took my hand and addressed the 
table, "Say goodnight to the nice people Gregory."

We didn't rush. We said goodbye to everyone at the 
table, couple by couple. Dani wished the one guy good 
luck with his IOU quest. Marguerite and Jorge were 
last. I got the last line and didn't whisper, 
"Goodnight Asshole. It was a pleasure meeting you." He 
smiled and gave me a small bow in return.

As we walked out a surprising number of people managed 
to catch Dani's eye and she waved to them. The prom 
queen was leaving.

When we reached the corridor Dani turned and kissed me, 
"That was absolutely wonderful. But what's with the 
'Asshole' line? You guys are friends."

"We are friends but it's a story for another time. And 
best told by him. He yanked my chain pretty good while 
you were gone."

She seemed to have no trouble accepting my judgment; we 
had other priorities. She smiled, "I don't know exactly 
what you have in mind but if it involves having at me 
the instant your apartment door closes I need to visit 
the ladies room here, and I need my other bag so I can 
remove my eye makeup."

"Is this another test of my ardor? Dare I say that I 
have a clean and roomy bathroom available for you?"

She took my arm and turned towards the lobby then 
stopped, "Just a sec." She reached down and unbuttoned 
the knee buttons on her skirt. We proceeded.

We didn't talk. I was thinking about when we got to my 
apartment. I had a plan. It was intended primarily to 
please Dani but that was only because I didn't need a 
plan to please myself. The plan itself wasn't all that 
detailed and it only extended through what might be 
quite accurately referred to as the first act of the 
evening; it just reflected my observation that Dani had 
never closed her eyes while we'd been making out at the 
drive-in and my inference that seeing was an important 
part of eroticism for her. 

I was more than a little unsure but it was what I had. 
My imagination had gradually constructed a detailed 
vision of every move, every touch, every word, from the 
moment we entered my apartment until I was buried in 
her. And somewhat beyond. I hadn't allowed for her to 
use the bathroom during that period.

I don't want to suggest that I thought I was in a 
minefield here. But I wanted this to be as good as it 
could be. I did not confuse the vision with the plan 
but the plan had kind of begun with the first embrace 
inside my apartment during which I would introduce Dani 
to the concept of the plan. That was out and I would 
now have to feel around a little for the right moment, 
somewhere soon after she came out of the bathroom. I'm 
a firm believer that many things benefit from at least 
a small amount of planning.

We got the car and took off, still without speaking. It 
was a very comfortable silence. We just held hands and 
went where we were going, to do what we were going to 
do.

I wondered what Dani was thinking. I was certain that 
it was about what was ahead. That thought made me 
wonder what anxieties she might be feeling. I couldn't 
come up with anything specific that seemed probable. I 
thought that I should try to keep my eyes open for 
that.

We embraced lightly during the elevator ride, just 
holding and softly caressing each others back. 
Occasionally Dani gave out a little breathy hum.

Inside the apartment I kissed her briefly, "Let me show 
you to the bathroom." I led her to it and turned on the 
lights for her, "Everything is clean and you may use 
anything you like."

She glanced in the bathroom and then reached for the 
shoulder bag I'd forgotten I had, "I'll be a while I'm 
afraid. Maybe ten or even fifteen minutes because of 
the eyes."

"I don't mind. You're worth the wait."

Her smile was small, "I hope so. I want to be." She 
turned and closed the door.

I went in to the bedroom and turned on the lights. I 
thought about removing my coat and tie but didn't; we'd 
undress each other.

I wandered back in to the living room, put on some soft 
music, and just sat down. It was obvious that the 
silence on the way here had not been as comfortable as 
I had thought. Dani had revealed her anxiety if not its 
cause. I needed to reassure her as soon as I could. The 
bathroom necessity had robbed her of the enthusiastic 
welcome to my apartment that she had deserved. I had to 
make that right.

The toilet flushed and I heard water running. The door 
opened and she stuck her head out, finding me, "I don't 
need the door closed to do my eyes and I'm feeling 
lonely in here. Would you come stand where I can see 
you while I do them?"

I started towards her, "You're interrupting me 
imagining various ways of undressing you."

That perked her up, "You can do it any way you'd like 
to."

"But there are so many choices."

"If you don't choose I'll just take care of it myself."

I reached her and we shared a leisurely kiss with some 
restrained passion.

"May I take off my pantyhose? They're not uncomfortable 
but it feels very good right after they come off."

"Of course. I was expecting to take care of that but I 
haven't been able to figure out any way that might make 
it one of the erotic highpoints."

"Hang on a sec. You don't want to see this." She closed 
the door but continued, "I don't think anyone could. 
Would you accept it as sincere if I said that I'd like 
to have you try?"

"Happily."

"And did you just promise me some erotic highlights?"

"I intend to try very hard."

The door opened and she had a happy smile, "The smile's 
for you not 'cause of the pantyhose."

"I'll take your word for it. May I make a rule?"

"Certainly."

"Anytime you remove your pantyhose I get a hug along 
with the right to squeeze your ass."

She stepped into me. The difference was very 
perceptible and very pleasant.

When I released her she looked up at me, "How about 
right here, right now, whatever it takes?"

"Dani, I thought of something last week that I thought 
might please you. It's a special for Dani thing. I 
don't think it even qualifies as kinky and it's not 
something I've ever done with anyone else. May I lead 
things for a little while?"

She was plaintive, "You have to. I can't."

She read my expression, "I'm not all that experienced. 
I've really only experimented; a lot of this feels very 
new to me. I want to please you."

"Dani, I don't think you could possibly fail."

"I wish I was sure of that."

"Dani, I've spent the last week thinking that the thing 
I wanted most in this world was to be inside you. I've 
gradually come to expect more than that tonight. Those 
expectations have allowed me to be comfortable in my 
anticipation. Why aren't you doing your eyes?"

She looked startled, and then she kissed me quickly, 
and then she turned towards the vanity, "I'll hurry."

"No."

She stuck out her tongue at me.

"If you hurry I get less time to look at your ass while 
you do it."

"I'll do it nude if you'd like?"

"IOU?"

"Always; I'll even write this one out. You know, last 
week you did me right instead of hurrying. Look what 
happened."

"We were drugged. Otherwise it was impossible."

"So you're not exactly an empiricist?"

"Not guilty. I just applied Occam's."

She turned to me, "I'd be done now but my plan was to 
replace the heavy stuff with some lighter and more 
durable stuff. So I'm not done." She turned away.

"You have a really nice ass."

She stuck her right leg out to the side. It didn't 
quite clear the skirt to mid-thigh but it was just 
Dani, no hosiery.

"Be very careful. Take all of the time you need."

"I still feel guilty about last week."

"Why should you? We were drugged. Or do you think that 
was two hours?"

"I may be trapped. It really couldn't have been two 
hours."

"Do you have any idea what I'm going to do to you 
tonight?"

That got me her attention via the mirror, "One or two."

"Then your concept is very incomplete."

She was getting into it now. I was enjoying myself and 
she didn't have time to feel anxious.

"Are you going to strip me nekkid?"

"Well, I am going to remove every bit of your clothing 
and you are going to be nude. You might be able to keep 
the studs depending on how my tongue likes them."

"They'll have to go then. You won't like the backs."

"I don't think we'll get more than a good start tonight 
but there are very few places my tongue won't be 
going."

"Is this vocal sex? I like it."

"It probably qualifies but not by intention. I just ran 
out of things to say and started letting my thoughts 
out."

She put something back in the makeup case she had out 
on the vanity and pulled out what looked like a 
lipstick tube. She turned towards me and leaned back 
against the vanity with her butt on the edge and her 
arms extended back for support. It was very 
provocative. "I wish I was naked right now."

That earned her a substantial smile, "So do I, but I'm 
told I'll have an IOU."

She held up the tube, "This is my marking lipstick."

I nodded.

"The stuff I have on has done a good job of staying on 
me and off you, but this stuff is a pretty good match 
and won't."

I broadened my smile and nodded again.

"It washes off easily but until then anyone will be 
able to tell everywhere my mouth has been. I'll have to 
bring it with me so that I can recharge from time to 
time." She raised an eyebrow in question.

I nodded yet again.

"You have to hold me while I put it on." She turned to 
the mirror; I stepped up behind her and wrapped my arms 
around her waist. I kissed her shoulder where her hair 
wasn't covering it.

I watched as she covered one half of her upper lip and 
then the other. The color was very close to what she 
already had on so she didn't have to be very precise. 
She paused, "Can you imagine all of the places on your 
body that I'm going to mark?"

I ground my erection into her ass. She yelped, "I guess 
you can."

She did her lower lip and turned to face me. She looked 
very hard into my eyes and pressed her hips against me. 
She spoke very slowly and distinctly, "Any... way... 
you... want... me."

By the time the kiss finished I was worried about the 
time. Not a problem, not quite 9:30. Dani was looking 
at my face, "You're over-marked around the mouth. May I 
bring a hand-towel? I'm going to have to be careful, I 
overdid it." She was chagrinned.

I glanced in the mirror and would have laughed under 
most circumstances, "Of course you may. I wasn't 
planning on being formal and I do want to be marked by 
you."

She grabbed a towel and wiped my mouth, then blotted 
hers. I took the towel and the lipstick; I was in 
charge of any carrying.

I decided to stick with the script although I felt very 
nervous. "Dani, I would like to mention parenthetically 
that I do not have a mirror on the ceiling above my 
bed. And that I remembered from the time we spent 
together last week that you were not someone who closes 
her eyes when she's having fun. So I thought that you 
might enjoy seeing what we were doing better than one 
normally can. My bedroom came with a feature that I 
would like to show you. May I?" She looked nervous but 
not as much as I felt. I led her in.

One wall of my bedroom has a fair-sized walk-in that 
leaves an alcove beside it. It's about four feet wide 
by six feet deep and has a window which is now 
inaccessible. A previous tenant was apparently a very 
fastidious dresser and had installed some industrial 
strength mirrors. I have no idea if there's a proper 
name for it but I call it a five-way mirror; three full 
length vertical panels, the outside ones being hinged 
and having substantial handles on their sides. And the 
two smaller mirrors that I refer to as chin and 
eyebrow, also hinged. I could just barely imagine the 
utility of the last two. There is also a carpeted stand 
that covers the first three feet into the alcove, and a 
bunch of indirect and non-glare lighting on a series of 
dimmers.

I've actually used it a couple of times to finish tying 
my tie. I've also thought about getting rid of it but I 
keep thinking that it's impressive for what it is and 
ought to be valuable to someone other than me.

I led Dani to the alcove and set the lights to a value 
that was the result of experiment and agonizing 
indecision. I started to think that this was a terrible 
idea, "Dani if this is the least bit unattractive to 
you..."

She cut me off, "No. May I look around?"

I didn't know if she meant the alcove or the bedroom, 
"Of course."

She stepped on to the stand and looked at herself. She 
smiled at me and I felt somewhat relieved. I tried to 
imagine how I might tell if it really appealed to her 
or if she was just accommodating me.

She stepped forward, and then again. She looked at the 
side mirrors and moved one experimentally. She stepped 
back and turned the lighting up.

She turned back to me, "Gregory, this is kinky. I've 
never done anything kinky." There was palpable 
excitement in her voice.

"Just barely." I felt my confidence growing.

"Does this mean you think I'm a narcissist?"

"No, there was no mirror in the car. I thought that 
perhaps you liked to use all of your senses."

She gave me another reassuring smile before turning 
back to the mirror and stepping forward. "Would you 
come up behind me and put your arms around me?"

I did and she looked at us in the mirrors, all of the 
mirrors.

"Let me go for a sec." She kneeled and pushed the chin 
mirror down some and then stood back up against me to 
check it. She looked up and after a moment stretched 
her arm up experimentally. "I can't reach it; would you 
push it up a little, about two inches?"

She stepped out of my way. I had to stretch. We resumed 
our positions. "Another inch, please?"

She was satisfied with that and pulled my arms around 
her. She looked at us in all of the mirrors again and 
then pulled my right hand up under her top onto her 
breast. "So you want to take our clothes off in front 
of the mirror and then fuck me right here? You think I 
might like that?" She squeezed my hand around her 
breast.

"I hope so."

"You know I don't actually need anything you would call 
foreplay, just gotta get the clothes off."

I shook my head and she stuck out her tongue at me, "So 
how do we start?"

"Would you help me remove my clothing down to my 
trousers?"

She stepped to the side. "Front and center buddy, and 
you don't actually get to help."

She stood behind me looking over my shoulder while she 
unbuttoned my suit coat and pulled it off over my 
shoulders. There were numerous wall hooks on both sides 
of the alcove. She turned to the ones on the left and 
raised an eyebrow. I nodded. She pressed herself 
against me and ran her hands over my chest before she 
loosened and removed my necktie. She stayed behind me 
to open most of the buttons on my shirt, "I'll do the 
shoes in a sec. but I gotta get things loosened up up 
here first."

She put her hands inside my shirt and caressed me while 
licking and nibbling on my ear. "I'm kinda liking 
this." That made two of us although I was thinking a 
lot about the part where I would be undressing her. She 
came around me and stepped down off the stand to do my 
shoes and socks. She ran her hands over each calf as 
she removed the socks.

She lifted one of my feet and placed a wet kiss on my 
ankle before she began rising, running her hands up the 
front of my legs. When she got to my hips she very 
deliberately ran her palm up my erection. I moaned and 
we smiled at each other. She took care of my watch and 
pulled my shirt out of my waistband, taking care of the 
remaining buttons as they appeared. She ran her hands 
around my waist and up onto my back while she planted 
moist kisses all over my abdomen. When her head moved 
out of the way I could see how she had marked me. I 
liked it.

It took her just a moment to figure out the cufflinks 
and then she stepped back on to the platform and behind 
me. She pulled the shirt over my shoulders and began 
kissing me there while she slid it off. "Just why is it 
that I'm supposed to stop now?"

"Because it's my turn."

"Oh."

I did her watch first and then her studs. I pushed her 
hair out of the way for each ear in turn, kissed my way 
up from her neck onto the ear, removed the stud, and 
then more thoroughly kissed and licked the ear. She 
shivered as I was doing the first ear. I looked up and 
she was looking at the side mirror that best showed 
what I was doing. I kissed her ear again, "I like 
this."

"I love it."

I stepped back from behind her, perplexed. "Dani, I'd 
like to remove your bra now, before your jacket. I'm 
not sure that's possible."

She smiled, "Neither am I. The sleeves are a little 
tight but the jacket is fairly loose. We'll just have 
to try. Unhook me and hold me loosely."

She got it done although she had to bring each arm in 
out of its sleeve so it actually came out through her 
neckline.

I reached in and just cupped her breasts for a moment 
before releasing them as I kissed my way down the 
exposed portions of her back. I unzipped her skirt, 
leaving the waist buttoned. Our eyes met in the mirror 
and she only occasionally glanced away as I slid my 
hands in through the slits and ran them slowly down the 
outsides of her legs. I moved my palms to the back of 
her calves letting my thumbs rest on the insides and 
began to slowly move them up. 

She shivered again before I reached her thighs. Her 
breath kept quickening and she stuck out one arm to 
lean against the wall for support. She shivered again 
and again as my hands rose. I continued until my palms 
moved onto her panties. I softly squeezed her ass 
before sliding my fingers up to the waistband of her 
panties and then started pulling them down.

Her face was flushed. She looked down in the mirror as 
I brought her panties to the floor and she raised each 
pump in turn to step out of them. She appeared fully 
clothed in the mirror but was just one button from 
being nude from the waist down.

I rose behind her and pulled myself against her. I 
brought my hands under her jacket and began caressing 
her breasts, rubbing my thumbs over her nipples. I 
moved my lips near her ear, "Dear sweet beautiful Dani, 
I have been waiting, imagining, dreaming..." My right 
hand released her breast and moved down to the button 
on her skirt. Her eyes widened in the mirror. I pulled 
my hips back and released the button.

She gasped as her skirt essentially disappeared into a 
puddle around her feet. I stopped breathing as I took 
in the sight of her. Above her beautiful sexy legs with 
their slender thighs and rich tan, was the startlingly 
white area covered by her swimsuit bottoms. It appeared 
that she liked a Brazilian cut swimsuit, perhaps just 
one as her tan line was sharply defined. A one inch 
wide stripe of un-tanned white flesh ran sharply down 
from her waist at each side, finally curving to meet 
well below her navel. The whiteness below was framed by 
her tanned thighs and highlighted by a two inch wide 
strip of dark pubic hair.

I was oddly surprised; it was far more erotic than 
anything I had imagined. I felt impossibly aroused. I 
had no words and could only say her name, "Dani, oh 
Dani." I released her breast and ran my hands down the 
front of her thighs and then up the insides. She move 
one foot to the side to spread her legs. I let my right 
hand continue into her wetness, dragging my finger 
lightly upwards while my palm pressed firmly.

Dani moaned and hissed and softly cried out. She turned 
to me, "Gregory?" It wasn't a question, it was a 
demand.

"Help me," was my reply. She tore at my belt and my 
buttons and my zipper. My trousers fell and I kicked 
them to the side. She knelt to remove my boxers, 
pulling them over my erection and down. She ran one 
hand up my cock and leaned down to briefly engulf the 
head in her mouth before she rose.

I turned her forcefully towards the mirror. "Spread 
your legs and lean forward." She obeyed and I stepped 
in behind her. I bent my knees and held my cock down so 
it would go between her legs. When it had I 
straightened letting the base press hard against her. I 
reached around and grabbed my cock, guiding the head 
against her while I pulled my hips back. I felt the 
soft hair and then the wet furrow, and then the 
impossible softness of her opening. I held her hips 
trying to provide support for both of us and somehow 
restrained myself from the lunge I wanted to make; I 
just pushed myself insistently into her.

Dani came explosively as I began to enter her. I 
managed to stop myself when I was fully embedded. I 
looked up into the mirror. Dani was trembling through 
her orgasm, panting and crying softly, "Oh... Oh... 
Oh!" She was staring at where we were joined.

I ground myself against her while I felt her orgasm 
cresting and then slowed gradually to a stop as I felt 
it recede. I had to get her jacket off but it wasn't 
obvious how it worked. I felt around the two straps in 
back and found the buttons on the left side. I released 
them and moved my hands up to Dani's shoulders, pulling 
her back as I pushed the jacket forward. She looked up, 
dazed. She smiled at me when our eyes met. When she saw 
the jacket she shrugged it off of her shoulders and let 
it slide down her arms. I finally had Dani naked.

I stroked my hands down Dani's arms, took her hands and 
moved them on to the outside handles on the mirrors. I 
gripped the handles further up. We were stable and I 
was no longer likely to pull a muscle.

I brought my mouth near her ear, "Dani?" She looked up 
at me in the mirror. "May I make love to you now?" She 
smiled and nodded, and began to roll her hips. I tried 
to keep the withdrawal slow. As soon as I started back 
into her she looked down and began another orgasm.

It seemed as though Dani could not see my cock moving 
into her without going over the edge. Which was good 
because at the end of the second stroke I had already 
lasted one and a half strokes longer than I thought I 
would after I got her skirt off. Perhaps the awkward 
starting position was a blessing.

I found that I was comfortable with just one hand on 
the handle so I was able to touch Dani with the other. 
I caressed her everywhere I could reach. I cupped her 
breasts, I traced patterns on her tummy, I stroked her 
thighs. I teased her clit and found that she could come 
even during an outstroke.

Dani freed up a hand too. She didn't move it much 
during her orgasms but in between she stroked the arm I 
was caressing her with, or reached behind her and ran 
her hand along my hip and thigh. Once she reached back 
over her shoulder and caressed my cheek. I got to kiss 
that hand then, making my mouth feel a little more 
useful.

Finally she reached down between us and gently fondled 
my balls. That did it for me; I lifted her off her feet 
as the first long spurt ran through me into her. I 
wrapped my arms around her and she wrapped her arms 
around mine and I straightened us up and thrust hard 
again. In this position our mouths could meet and did. 
As her tongue danced inside my mouth I gave a last 
thrust and emptied myself into her.

It wasn't an uncomfortable position but it wasn't 
exactly a post-coital cuddle either. I lowered her on 
to her feet and withdrew my still hard cock. It didn't 
feel hard but the difference is unmistakable and it was 
still pointing up. Dani was limp so I scooped her up in 
my arms and carried her to my bed.

I knelt on the edge and set her down in the middle, 
then joined her and wrapped her up in my arms. "Darling 
sweet sexy Dani, you are the most beautiful woman on 
earth."

"Did you come?" She could feel me against her.

I understood, "Yes. If I didn't, how would you rate my 
acting job?"

She laughed, "Then how come it's still hard?"

"It's really, really stupid and hasn't figured out yet 
that it's out of business for a while."

She giggled, "Does it do that often?"

"No."

"But it has done it before?"

"Yes, and I'll explicate but you have to let me 
organize my thoughts because I never really thought 
about it."

"You don't have to. You have to stop me if I get too 
personal or private."

"No, I don't mind. I'm not embarrassed. Should I be 
embarrassed at having an erection while I'm in bed with 
you?"

Dani smiled and kissed me.

"It has happened before but not very often and I'm not 
sure I can remember the circumstances well enough to 
generalize, but I'll try. I'll mention that I don't 
remember it ever happening with anyone before and I 
think I would remember if it had, so I don't think it 
did. I think whatever other instances there were 
involved masturbation. I would speculate that it has to 
do with how long I've been without and just how turned 
on I am and maybe how long I've been turned on. It may 
be that it's spent so much time hard over the last week 
that it's forgotten how to behave. Since no one ever 
wound me up as much and then left me hanging as long as 
you have, this would fit the hypothesis."

"I'm sorry."

"I used to be too. Now I'm not anymore."

"So you came in me? You ejaculated deep inside me? I've 
got your goo in there?"

I'd felt the barest flash of panic when she began, "I 
most cert...make that emphatically did."

"Ew, nice sub, works both ways."

"I've learned to be careful around you."

Dani put a hand down on her abdomen, "So they're 
swimming around in there, vainly searching."

"I'd like to avoid injecting elements of tragedy into 
this evening."

"And your preference would be?"

"That we avoid injecting tragedy."

"You used to be easier to trap."

I'd been softly stroking her back; now I brought that 
hand over her shoulder and lightly traced down the line 
where our bodies met. "A week ago we were all younger 
and more innocent."

She snorted and then laughed happily. "Gregory?"

"Yes."

"May I say that that was the most wonderful, 
incredible, magnificent, mind-blowing fuck ever?"

"Thank you," I gave a short laugh.

"What?"

"I'd forgotten but your compliment reminded me of how 
terrified I was when I brought you in here. I thought 
it was going to turn out to be the worst idea ever and 
that you were going to run out of the building 
screaming 'Help, Pervert."

"Two things."

I nodded.

"Number one is thank you for being willing to take that 
risk to try to please me."

"You're welcome; it became important to me." We kissed 
gently.

"Number two is to observe that we still have time and 
you can still try to make me run out of the building 
screaming."

I chuckled and kissed her, "I think you've seen my best 
shot. I'm not really a kinky person."

"I was just teasing. I would like to use the mirrors 
again sometime but it will never be our first time 
again."

"No."

"I do need to do some more adjusting of the mirrors and 
we could really use more things to hang on to."

"I certainly agree about the things to hang on to."

"And maybe we could try a chair or ottoman on the 
platform. Some other positions could be interesting to 
try."

"Sure."

"I'm not fixating, just focusing. If this thing isn't 
going to go down I think I need to keep it warm. Roll 
on your back."

I let her push me over and she climbed on top. She held 
my cock up while she lowered herself onto it and then 
laid down on me. She gave a little hum, "That feels 
nice."

I pressed into her a little, "You're doing more than 
just keeping it warm."

"That's okay, but only when one of us just has to, 
okay? This is very comfortable."

"It is. I think from the male standpoint it isn't 
supposed to be."

"Do you think I'm more visually stimulated than you 
are?"

"Hmm. I'll have to think about how to break out the 
normal guy/girl thing. I expect that I'm a lot more 
stimulated by the sight of your legs than you would be 
by any male legs. I was thinking that you enjoyed a 
fusion of senses, that you liked the combination of 
tactile and visual sensation more than just tactile."

"Did you like seeing us in the mirror?"

I gave a short laugh as I remembered, "All I looked at 
was your face. I watched to see where you were 
looking."

"We may have to collect some more data. Do you wish you 
had a mirror above your bed?"

I looked at the ceiling and thought about what I would 
see. Dani's back and her butt... And I remembered that 
I'd briefly seen that her swimsuit bottoms were pretty 
full coverage in back. If there were a mirror I'd see 
her ass starkly white against her tan.

Now I could feel my hardness, and her pussy around it. 
I reached down and squeezed her ass and rolled my hips, 
"Dani?"

She rolled her hips back against me and licked my ear, 
"Oh, yes, please!"

She pushed herself up on her elbows and began kissing 
me. Our tongues caressed and explored. I had my hands 
on her hips and I pulled her up as I withdrew then 
pushed her down as I slid back into her. She moaned 
softly into my mouth.

She rained kisses all over my face while I pulled back 
and thrust into her again.

When we were fully together she whispered, "Wait, let 
me for a little."

She pushed herself up on her hands and started to bend 
her knees, bringing them forward. When that started to 
pull her off of me I arched my back raising my hips off 
the bed to make it easier for her. As she got her legs 
under her I let her ride me back down.

She ground her hips against me and then rose slowly. 
She was looking intently at me when she started to 
lower herself; and then she closed her eyes.

She kept them closed. As she neared bottom I thrust up 
into her, held while she ground herself against me 
again, and slowly pulled back when she started to rise. 
She was smiling and I realized that, with her eyes 
closed, her expression was no longer part of active 
communication.

I liked the position we were in. My hands were free and 
I could touch her almost anywhere. We could kiss 
comfortably and my lips could reach her breasts. They 
were as white as her other un-tanned flesh and it was 
almost only her breasts themselves that had escaped the 
sun. She had no strap marks; there was just a small 
triangle above each breast that had remained covered. 
Her small nipples were very erect.

With her eyes closed I hoped to be able to surprise 
her. I moved my hands up her sides to keep her from 
moving back and leaned forward to capture one nipple 
between my lips, washing it with my tongue. She yelped 
and let her hips drop against mine.

I leaned back and looked up. Her eyes were open and she 
was grinning. She rotated her hips in a small circle, 
sliding the pressure around my cock. I reached up and 
cupped the breast I had just left, gently squeezing. I 
moved my head towards her other breast, she leaned 
forward presenting it to me; and closed her eyes again. 
I let my tongue touch it first, just the tip of my 
tongue against the tip of her nipple. 

She began to tremble. She wrapped her arms around my 
head, just holding not pulling, and began to kiss my 
hair. She jerked quickly up and down on my cock once. I 
tried to keep just a feathery contact between tongue 
and nipple while sliding it back and forth. Her 
trembling became shuddering, she jerked her hips up and 
down again; her arms tightened around my head and 
pulled me against her. I felt the exhalation against my 
scalp when she gasped. I heard her hum and squeak and 
felt her pant. Her trembling ebbed and flowed.

It seemed a long time before it stopped but even that 
turned out to be just a pause. The successive waves 
were each less intense and shorter. I felt wonderful 
and, frankly, a little godly.

She released my head and gently pushed my shoulders 
back down to the bed, following to kiss me sweetly and 
lingeringly, "Oh my! That was different."

She rested against me, softly kissing my neck, "Just 
give me a moment to catch my breath."

I stroked her back, "There's no hurry."

But it was just a moment before she pushed herself up 
again, "You've been in control long enough. It's my 
turn. I am going to beat that thing into submission."

"Dani..."

"No. It IS my turn. I think you've been thinking too 
much and I intend to give you a dose back. Your 
participation is to be strictly limited." She wore a 
kind of serious determined smile.

"Okay."

"I'm going to ride you amongst other things. You are 
not permitted any sneaky stuff. You can touch me but 
keep your hands away from the dangerous places."

I nodded.

"We're gonna kinda start over." She rose up and gripped 
my cock as it came free. She stroked the head around 
her opening and then just lowered herself enough to 
engulf it. "I have to establish the limits." She 
lowered herself slowly and then rose again, reaching 
down and pressing a finger against her opening, 
stopping when she could feel the ridge of the head of 
my cock. She put her hands on my chest, slowly repeated 
a full stroke, and smiled in satisfaction.

She kept the rhythm while she ran her hands over my 
chest then down to my waist and up my sides onto my 
shoulders. She caressed them and ground her hips 
against me. She acknowledged my expression, "Liked 
that, did you?"

I nodded.

"You know, as long as that thing stays hard this is 
still our first time." She ran her hands down my arms 
and lifted my hands to her lips. She kissed across my 
knuckles, "These hands have been very nice to me. I 
have feelings for them." She moved my hands to her hips 
and pressed them against her. When she released them I 
began stroking her sides.

She leaned forward slightly and rested her hands on my 
shoulders, still slowly rising and falling. "This feels 
voluptuous." She leaned further and shook her hair 
around to the front. "I think I could do this for 
hours." She let her hair tease across my face, back and 
forth. She continued the motion, leaning further until 
her nipples were brushing across my chest.

My hips had been just barely answering her rhythm but 
now I felt my control slipping away.

She brushed her lips across mine, "You are bare inside 
me and I want you." She began a slow passionate kiss 
and my hips arched off the bed while I began to come in 
her again. Her tongue went wild in my mouth and she 
rolled her hips and ground them hard against mine; and 
drained me completely.

When my hips finally fell she relaxed against me and 
pulled her head back to give me a happy smile. I cannot 
imagine what sort of expression I was wearing.

My cock was rapidly shrinking. It pulled out of her 
with a final, almost agonizing, burst of sensation. Her 
eyes went wide and she gulped, "Oops!" She trembled 
strongly and began to grind against me again. She 
raised herself fractionally so that her clit was 
grinding into the drier part of my pubic hair. She 
closed her eyes and gritted her teeth.

I held her and stroked her back while it eddied through 
her.

Dani relaxed and stretched out her legs on top of me. 
Our breathing slowed. We traded light cheek and neck 
kisses. Dani's arms were over my head and one of her 
hands was playing with my hair. I continued to stroke 
her back although now and then one or the other of my 
hands would sneak down and squeeze her ass, pressing 
her against me. I had a distant thought that I should 
say something but I couldn't imagine what.

I mostly had my eyes closed but opened them when Dani 
pushed herself off of me to the side. She was looking 
down at the pitiful remains of my cock. She extended a 
hand and ran two fingers over it, then looked up at me 
with her very best happy smile, "Did my job. Got it 
done."

I laughed.

She licked her fingers clean, "No doubt about it. Don't 
have to take your word for it this time. I don't think 
that's going to be molesting any more teenaged girls 
for a while."

I was feeling languorous and operating in a state of 
diminished capacity. I rolled towards her, pushed some 
hair out of the way, and stroked her cheek, "Do you 
have any idea of the panic you caused when you told me 
how old you were?"

She jerked back, "Oh my god! I never thought. I won't 
tell anyone. I should have known."

"We're legal," I got that out fast. "We're okay Dani. 
We're legal by twenty-one days."

She was still shocked, "But I scared you."

"I didn't say scared, I said panicked. I wanted you 
pretty bad. But I did my research very quickly so I 
wasn't panicked for very long."

"I keep messing up. I keep hurting you."

"Dani, the proximate cause of this hurt was my 
forgetting what I well knew. That you could not 
reasonably have anticipated that we might be illegal. 
Two months ago we could have been undergrads at the 
same school. And the laws can be pretty dumb. There are 
States where you would be illegal regardless of my 
age."

She looked a little stubborn but I didn't give her a 
chance. "Dani, the reason we can easily hurt each 
other, the reason we're fragile; is the reason we're 
here."

That got me a pleasant and long kiss that might have 
been able to wake the dead but had no effect on my dick 
which was apparently well beyond merely dead.

We snuggled in each others arms, stroking and kissing. 
I reminded her about the availability of a blanket and 
she insisted that she was still dissipating excess 
heat. And then she spoke absentmindedly, "I think we 
had to do it that way."

"Uh huh."

She held still for a second and then lightly slapped me 
on the ass. "Are you tweakin' me or not paying 
attention? You don't know what I was thinkin' about."

"I was temporizing while I tried to guess. It was 
complicated by the effort to control my reactions as I 
thought of all the things we could have done in another 
way."

She giggled, then laughed, "That could be fun."

"Mirror before bed."

"Wow, logic triumphs. I'm awed." She rewarded me 
suitably. "I wanna talk. I would like to tell you some 
things. Not deep, dark stuff; just stuff. I don't want 
you to interrupt anytime just to be polite but please 
do if you have questions or pertinent comments. If you 
just listen I'll be happy and if you just wanna react a 
little you could maybe use your hands as long as you 
don't start something you're in no condition to follow 
through on."

I nodded. She smiled, "I'm gonna stay back enough so 
you can see my face 'cause you should be able to judge 
my sincerity especially if that weird part of my brain 
decides to throw something in although my present 
intentions are to be completely sincere."

I smiled. I found that if I thought about it just right 
I could comfortably accept that I loved this particular 
Dani that was talking to me right now without any of 
the fear associated with thinking about my feelings for 
the whole Dani.

She frowned, "I thought you'd like the challenge of 
just using your hands to react?"

"I'm not optimistic about that and you didn't say 
'just' but I'd be happy to give it a try if you're 
going to talk about politics or some such."

"Prob'ly right. I'm gonna ramble because I'm already 
gonna start somewhere other than I had intended to."

I nodded while thinking that I wouldn't mind just 
staring at her face for a long time.

She looked down and then reached out and stroked me 
again, "I am really happy about the condition of that 
thing."

I chuckled.

"But I don't know how I'll feel when it recovers. If 
it's never that'd be awful. But if it's too soon I'm 
gonna think I didn't do my job right. I'm just gonna 
have to decide how I feel when it does."

She looked back up at me and again licked her fingers, 
"But when it does, or at least one of the times when it 
does, I'm gonna suck it."

I smiled. It may have been one of my warmer smiles.

"I wanna get one of my IOUs back before they show up on 
eBay."

Despite knowing that she was kidding, "Dani..."

"I know; it's just this one little area in my brain. 
Maybe I can have surgery."

I turned serious, "Dani, please don't become careful 
with me. I'd hate that."

"Moot; I'm not sure I could and the risk is declining 
rapidly."

I nodded, "It's a part of you that I like a lot."

She looked up over my head, "The man is attracted by my 
insanity. What might that portend?"

Her chin was right there so I kissed it.

Her eyes returned to mine, "I'm goin' back to the 
rambin' but I gotta throw in a caveat or two. I'm gonna 
say 'I'm sorry' one or more times and you're mostly 
gonna have to let me because it doesn't necessarily 
mean that I feel guilty or that I had any control over 
it. I could substitute 'I regret' but I don't think 
that's appropriate when I've got a bunch of your goo in 
me. But if you think I'm so far out of line as to 
suggest that I'm too stupid to pick a boyfriend, go 
ahead and say so."

I carefully pursed my lips and she nodded her approval.

"The second caveat is even worse. I'm gonna say 'Thank 
you' or words to that effect one or more times and you 
have to just suck it up. I will not tolerate any 
maidenly modesty interfering with a ramble."

"I love listening to you and trying to figure out how 
your mind works."

"Just so you pay attention but not too much because 
this is just stuff. 'Kay?"

I nodded.

She annunciated her first two words carefully. "I'm 
sorry that I got all nervous on the way over here. I've 
been nervous all week because I was having trouble 
imagining how the latter part of the evening was going 
to go. I didn't know what you were expecting and I had 
no idea what I should expect but I knew that we'd both 
been doing a lot of expecting last Saturday when the 
lights came on. And you were my first man."

I couldn't keep my expression in check.

"In case you're wondering what the definition of a man 
is; it's a male with a full-time job. Although there 
might be other characteristics. If you add in that we 
had to continue what was cut short last weekend and 
wait all week to do it; I was in very unfamiliar 
territory. And our conversations, even starting in the 
restaurant, had an unsettling effect on me. I didn't 
feel as casual as I'm used to. I knew I had to fuck 
your brains out and I didn't know enough about how I'd 
get my opportunity.

"And then along came the notion that I had to do it 
well; that became important. Even if the result had 
always appeared satisfactory in the past these were 
different circumstances. And you were so old!" She 
assumed an expression of mock horror.

I returned the look of disapproval she wanted.

"So I thought maybe you would expect more but I 
couldn't come up with anything that seemed likely. I 
talked with people and they seemed to know what I was 
talking about and they seemed confident when they 
reassured me and they all said that boys never change 
after puberty." She grinned, I chuckled.

"So I was unavoidably nervous and trying not to show it 
but when I did you talked dirty to me which helped a 
lot and you wouldn't let me try to get it over with 
which was good and then you showed me the mirrors and I 
was nervous but then I got excited because it was kinky 
and I'd never done anything like that but it wasn't 
scary and I thought I was starting to get an idea of 
what was expected of me."

She took a breath.

"And then we got to the part where I didn't care about 
anything but getting you in me and then when you just 
started I popped right away and just kept popping. I 
got in this mode where I wanted them to be quick so the 
next one could start. It took a while for me to get 
enough of my wits back to start to touch you some 
although our position wasn't very good for that but 
eventually I found a place that you seemed to like so 
much that you tried to kill me."

Mostly I was just smiling at her but Dani's face was 
being very expressive.

"I thought you were trying to drive right through me 
but it felt super. I looked at us in the mirror and I 
thought we looked pretty silly with my feet off the 
floor but I was mostly thinkin' about what you were 
doing inside me so I was too busy popping to dwell on 
it. As you were letting me down I remember thinkin' 
that my lifetime count had probably just more than 
doubled.

"But then you kept poking me in the ass while you were 
carrying me to the bed." She gave me a fierce look of 
disapproval.

"So I started to get anxious again but I believed you 
when you said you'd come but I thought maybe I'd been 
inadequate."

"Dani..."

She cut me off again, "Tell me how you would have felt. 
I'm not complaining; I'm just tellin' a story."

That didn't quite shut me up although I was 
considerably disconcerted by trying to imagine some 
equivalent, "Well, I wish it hadn't happened."

"I don't. Although I might have at the time. You've got 
to let me tell the story." She kissed me. "I understand 
why you had to interrupt. I'm not complainin'." She 
kissed me some more.

"So you explained and I concluded that it wasn't that 
I'd been inadequate, it was just that once was not 
going to do the job. Which made me wonder how I'd know 
when you were ready to go again when it kept lookin' 
like you were ready to go already. So I had my bright 
idea about keepin' it warm and you let me.

"That felt very nice and was another whole new 
experience for me. It was a very comfortably unfamiliar 
set of sensations.

"Then I proved that you have a mirror obsession strong 
enough that merely imagining a mirror would get you 
going."

"Dani, it was imagining your ass that got me going."

"Sorry, mine is the official version. So I was thinkin' 
'alright, this time I'm gonna make sure.' And that's 
almost all I was thinkin' about although stray thoughts 
about nice feelings may have occurred. I don't expect 
to always come and I just wasn't thinkin' about that at 
all.

"And I thought about closin' my eyes and I really don't 
know if I ever had before but I also thought that if 
you couldn't see my eyes you might not think so much 
about makin' me happy and that might make it easier to 
make you happy. So I did.

"But I soon learned that you can't close your eyes 
around some people 'cause they can be sneaky. Although 
I must concede that the surprise made it feel extra 
wonderful. So I figured, 'What the hell,' and closed 
'em again but you did somthin' diff'rent."

Her expressions had mostly been of the happy playful 
variety but she laid on a very serious one. "And then I 
learned that I could have orgasms that could not be 
referred to as 'pops.'"

She kissed me very seriously and for an extended 
period.

"I'm gonna sue if there's permanent brain damage. I 
couldn't open my eyes. I couldn't do anything. And it 
just went on and on. All I could do was hold on to you. 
I'd be comin' down and think it was over and then back 
it'd come. I'd have just a couple of moments of 
lucidity. I thought that eventually it was either gonna 
hurt or I was gonna pass out.

"And maybe I did pass out 'cause suddenly I was lying 
on you trying to breathe and get some oxygen back in my 
brain. And I thought that maybe I'd been leading a 
sheltered existence and that maybe it wasn't just what 
but who and maybe you had a magic tongue.

"And then I remembered what I'd been tryin' to do. And 
I got kinda pissed-off because I'd let myself get 
distracted and I decided that it was time to put my 
metaphorical foot down."

I'd been with girls before that had tried to describe 
their feelings afterward but never someone who told me 
the whole story from her perspective, and I don't know 
how interested I would have been. But Dani had me 
fascinated, and entranced. And, no matter how casually 
she was talking, her intelligence and perceptiveness 
kept impressing me; and sometimes scaring me. 17 years 
old. A lot of woman. A lot of person. How might I feel 
being the palpably less intelligent member of a couple? 
I hadn't had a lot of trouble following her but she 
might be holding back. Maybe I could keep up. Being 
with her seemed likely to be continuously interesting.

"So I told you it was my turn and that you had to 
behave, and I collected what wits I could find and 
decided I should go back to basics. I remembered how I 
felt when you alleged that you were just saying what 
you thought so I decided to tell you what I was 
thinkin' for real.

"When I looked at you after I got things goin' I 
started to think that I could imagine or maybe even 
actually feel what you were feeling. I knew you liked 
what was goin' on but I decided to try to add some 
sensations that I thought you'd like. But I barely got 
started before you tried to kill me again. And I still 
thought I could imagine what you were feeling. I even 
thought I could imagine what you looked like inside me.

"I felt completely wonderful, especially when I could 
feel you shrinking.

"And then you got sneaky in a way I still haven't 
figured out. It was like you just had to have the last 
word. You wouldn't let me get ahead. But when I 
recovered I was able to examine the evidence of my 
triumph.

"What I'm really trying to say, Gregory, is that I had 
a very nice time this evening and I do hope you'll call 
me again sometime."

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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