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A Night at the Beach House
by Will Collins (will_collins@rocketmail.com)

***

A short, sensual, first-person point of view story 
about a night at a beach house. (MF, rom)

***

It's the middle of the night, well past the hour when 
most normal people are in bed. Tonight, however, we are 
not normal people.

The window is open next to you, letting in a warm 
summer's breeze that's scented with the floating notes 
of wildflowers basking in the full glow of the night. 
Though it's dark, the moon shines in softly, filling 
the room with a gentle glow of silver that reflects 
ever so dully in your eyes as you sweep the room from 
where you lay on soft sheets of fine, black Egyptian 
cotton, which slide softly against the bare skin of 
your legs as you shift slightly, turning your head and 
embracing the full beauty of the night's effect.

Gently, as if it's whispering you an almost 
imperceptible announcement of my arrival, the doorknob 
on the other side of the room creeks as it turns, and I 
step in, wearing a button-down black shirt, with the 
top two buttons undone and the shirt itself untucked. 
The shirt completely absorbs all traces of the moon's 
light. My faded, rugged blue jeans are covering my 
legs, and I slowly step towards you, my footfalls 
nearly -- but not completely -- imperceptible on the 
hardwood floor as I walk to the bed and stand there for 
a moment, pausing to bask in your gentle beauty.

For a moment our eyes meet, and time holds its breath. 
Even though it's night, you can see the grayish blue of 
my eyes piercing the darkness and looking into you, 
smiling as big as my mouth is. 

You pull gently at my jeans, more as a reminder than a 
request, and I unbuckle a black leather belt around my 
waist and let it fall softly to the floor along with my 
denim. I pull back the sheet, which lets a short blast 
of cool wind blow across your barely-covered chest, and 
slide into bed next to you, placing one hand over the 
thin layer of silky cotton that now separates my palm 
from the skin on the bottom half of your stomach.

I look into your eyes again, and smile a sweeping grin. 

"Are you ready?" I ask, in a low and gentle voice.

Smiling back at me, you wrap your legs between mine, 
weaving us together and brining me closer to you. You 
close your eyes, and slowly bring your head to mine.

When our lips meet, it's with all the beauty of angels. 
Your heart leaps slightly, and you're aware that you're 
breathing just a little faster than normal. As my 
tongue slides slowly into your mouth, gently wrestling 
with your own, I nibble softly on your lip.

You pull back with a smile that equals my own.

"I am."

Without saying another word, you slide your leg over my 
hips and pull yourself onto me. There's now nothing but 
the super-soft cotton of my boxers between the lips of 
your womanhood and me. I slide a hand gently over your 
side as you bend down to kiss me once again.

I remove my shirt, and you shift slightly to let me 
slide my boxers down my strong and powerful legs. You 
settle yourself back down on me, sitting on my stomach 
and kissing me passionately.

As you open your eyes from your kiss, you can see the 
moon's light reflected in the gentle curves of your 
breasts, of my arms, of our bodies. Joined together in 
the moon's beauty, you now long to be joined together 
as completely as two people can be.

As I stroke your hips, my eyes gazing up at you and my 
lips curling into the same smile of genuine admiration 
that an artist looks upon his masterpiece with-- 
entranced, admiring and loving with the deepest 
satisfaction possible-- you move your hips gently back 
and place your hand on my member. You raise it straight 
up, and position your hips over it, my tip barely 
touching your entrance.

You hold me there as you hold your breath, biting your 
lip and looking down at body. In this moment you feel 
as beautiful as any woman on earth has ever felt, and 
as your eyes meet mine, you know that this is as pure 
and right as it ever could be between a man and a 
woman.

You slowly lower yourself onto me, your lips parting to 
take me in. A small gasp escapes like the low hiss of a 
well-fed snake between your teeth, but it's not one of 
pleasure, it is a gasp only known by those who have 
experienced true happiness in life.

You move your body subtly, as a curtain would blow in 
the wind. The movements of your hips and thighs say 
more than words ever could, and so you say nothing 
more, but merely keep your eyes locked with mine. 

Our gaze is perfect, unflinching, truly a window into 
two souls that are as joined now as any have ever been. 
You can feel my hands roaming gently and restlessly 
over your body, the surprising soft touch of my 
fingertips traveling over your breasts, down your 
stomach, across your hips, down the inside of your 
thighs and gently criss-crossing your back.

As you move, you can feel it welling up inside of you, 
just as I can feel it welling up inside of me. Tonight, 
there is no danger of one finishing before the other; 
we are perfectly coordinated, and when you press your 
body down against mine, grinding your hips into my 
pelvic bone, you can feel me filling you up completely.

You're not worried about the consequences, though; 
whatever will be, will be. As your body rocks with the 
energy and emotion of and feeling of the most powerful 
and meaningful moment of your sexual life, you lean 
forward and kiss me again, your breasts falling down on 
my chest and the passion of your kiss surprising even 
you.

Slowly, the energy of the moment fades, but not the 
emotion. You lay there on my chest, kissing me still, 
but more softly, and gently. After a while, you release 
your lips and put your head on my shoulder.

My hand slowly reaches up to your head, and stroking 
your hair you hear my voice whisper into your ear.

"Thank you," I say, my breath flitting swiftly onto 
your ear and neck.

"What for?" you whisper slowly and lowly, your body 
still locked with mine.

"For making my life complete."

And with that, your eyes close, and your mind starts to 
drift. Before long, you find yourself dreaming, the 
most beautiful and amazing dream you've ever had. In 
your opinion, though, it's not much different than 
being awake tonight. You slowly open your eyes, and 
there I am, my eyes closed and your head rising and 
falling in the slow rhythms of my breathing. 

You take in the sweet beauty of the moon's glow on our 
features, and close your eyes once again. This time you 
stay asleep, but you sleep all night with a broad and 
comfortable smile that you know for sure will follow 
you through the day tomorrow, and undoubtedly for the 
rest of your life.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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