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The Funeral
by S. B. Douglass (1991)

***

A man bequeaths his wife to his best friend in a 
recording at his funeral. They accept the bequest and 
go home and fuck like bunny rabbits. (MF, wife, rom)

***

Ken was nervous as he stood at the back of the chapel. 
He'd been to other funerals, but this one would be 
different. The chapel wasn't full, but it was well 
filled as the soothing music ended and Bob Fuller 
walked up to the casket.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Bob began, using the lid of 
the closed coffin as a lectern of sorts. The low 
murmur of conversation ceased. "Rick McCleary asked me 
to say a few words here, and so I'm speaking to you 
now. I knew Rick and Anne well, but not as well as I 
would have liked. As most of you know, Rick knew he 
was going to die more than a year ago and many of you 
know that this last year has been harder on those of 
us who knew Rick than it was on him. I don't know that 
I'd have the strength to take things in the calm way 
he did, and I'm sure I'm a better man for having known 
him.

"Before he died, Rick made some very special requests 
of some of us and as his minister; he consulted with 
me on some of these requests. I'm afraid that some of 
his requests may shock some of you. I know they 
shocked me when the two of us first talked about this 
together. Anyway, after hesitating a long time, I 
agreed to go along with his wishes, and so, here I am.

"Ken, Anne, would you and the other pallbearers come 
forward?"

Ken walked to his place at the side of the coffin, 
opposite Anne. She smiled a thin smile at him, then 
took her place opposite him and next to the minister; 
the other pallbearers, two men and two women, all good 
friends of Ken and Anne, took their places by the 
sides of the coffin.

Bob Fuller addressed everyone, "Normally, I'd have 
objected to Rick's idea of playing a tape of himself 
at his funeral. It's usually isn't a fitting thing to 
do, but this time, I agreed to do it because of his 
special wish. Here it is."

Bob Fuller walked over to the side of the room and 
pushed a button on a tape player. As he came back to 
his place at the head of the coffin, Rick's recorded 
voice filled the room. Ken was unnerved by the sound 
of Rick's voice. It wasn't the weak voice of a dying 
man he had heard the week before, but the strong 
healthy voice he'd almost forgotten. He guessed that 
the tape must have been made months ago.

"Friends," Rick said, and then paused. "I suppose if 
you're listening to this, I must be dead. Sorry, I 
don't mean to sound corny. Well, if everything goes as 
planned, Al, Beth, Fred and Ellen should be around my 
coffin right now. I asked you four to serve as 
pallbearers for two reasons. First, you are my good 
friends, and second, you are all good friends of Ken 
and my wife Anne, who should be serving as the other 
two pallbearers.

"Anne, my love of ten years, I suppose I've been a 
real pain this last year, and in a way, I'm glad for 
you that it's over at last. I know it's awfully 
unconventional to ask the widow at a funeral to serve 
as a pallbearer, but I'm glad you agreed to do it. I 
know enough about what you like to have felt awful 
about what I've denied you, and, well, to be blunt, if 
you've been unfaithful during my illness, thank you 
for being discrete, and I hope it was with Ken."

Ken glanced nervously at Anne, wondering what had come 
over Rick to make him record such an odd tape and why 
Bob had decided to play it.

"Ken," Rick went on. "I've known you longer than I've 
known Anne. Remember long ago, long before I got sick, 
we were joking about things, and you said that, if it 
hadn't been for me, you'd probably be going after 
Anne? In a way, that's what inspired this whole idea 
of mine. Some of you might call it a damned idea, and 
maybe it is."

While Rick's recorded voice spoke, Ken wondered what 
he had in mind. He'd had some pretty weird talks with 
Rick after he got sick, and on at least two occasions, 
Rick had more than hinted that Anne and Ken should get 
together. Ken had agreed with him, to quiet him down, 
but he hadn't followed through and actually approached 
Anne. He really was in love with her, but at an 
honorable distance. Just the same, he was more than a 
bit unnerved by Rick's open discussion of his interest 
in Anne.

Rick continued. "I've spoken to many of you about my 
hopes for what would happen after I die, but I haven't 
told my entire plan to anyone, that is, anyone other 
than Reverend Fuller. He didn't like my idea at first, 
but if he's playing this tape for you, he must have 
agreed to it at last. I hope so, because I did my best 
to talk him into it.

"Anyway, Anne, You also told me once that if it hadn't 
been for me, you thought Ken was as close to your 
dream man as they come. You know I don't like 
mourning, we've mourned together for more than a year, 
ever since I found out that my condition was terminal. 
Enough mourning! You know I didn't really want a 
funeral at all, I'm dead now, it doesn't do me any 
good. You folks who are still alive can remember me if 
you want, but don't be sad about it! Celebrate what I 
accomplished, if you wish, but spend your time looking 
forward to a fun future, and while you're here, make 
friends, renew acquaintances, and enjoy yourselves.

"With that in mind, I've asked the Reverend to spend 
some of my money and book a place for dinner after 
you've planted my remains, but before you do that, 
I've got some business in mind."

While Rick's voice paused, Ken realized that he was 
looking idly at Anne. He'd never known that Anne had 
any romantic interest in him after she married Rick, 
although she'd occasionally teased him and she'd 
always been a very open and friendly woman. As what 
Rick had said sunk in, Anne smiled weakly at Ken from 
across the casket, then looked down at her hands as if 
she might be a bit embarrassed.

Rick thought that she looked pretty, dressed in a 
black dress that he at first thought looked very 
modest. The dress had long sleeves and a long hemline, 
and Anne wore the cowl neck of the dress up over her 
head. As Ken looked more closely, Ken realized that 
the dress clung revealingly to her slim figure, it was 
not merely pretty, it was sexy, and it was only the 
black color that made it discrete.

"Ken," Rick's recorded voice continued. "Do you really 
want to marry Anne? If you do, and if she's 
interested, do it now! Right here.

"Anne. Please don't mourn my passing. If you have 
anyone else you'd like to love, don't let my memory 
get in the way. If you think it would be fun to marry 
Ken right now, do it! I've asked the Reverend, and 
he's agreed to do it under one condition, that is, 
that I give both of you a way out if you don't like my 
idea."

Rick's recorded voice paused again while Ken tried to 
deal with the shock of what he'd said. Ken had never 
thought of himself as a very proper person, but his 
sense of propriety was offended by the idea of getting 
married to the widow at a funeral. Even so, as he 
looked up at Anne's shocked face, he felt tempted to 
do it.

"Here it is, and these are the last words I've 
recorded. I've asked the organist to play a meditative 
interlude when this tape ends, and I invite you two to 
whisper over the casket, consulting with the Reverend 
if you want. When the interlude's over, you're free to 
get married if you want, or free to go home single.

"You know how I'd like this to turn out, but let me 
say one more thing. Don't worry about satisfying me, 
I'm dead. Satisfy yourselves. That goes for all of you 
who are here for my funeral! Bye folks!"

The recording ended, and as promised, the organist 
began to play something that was quiet enough to allow 
whispered conversation and loud enough to mask the 
sound of such a conversation from anyone else who 
might try to listen in.

"This is the craziest darned thing I've ever heard 
of," Ken whispered.

"You're not kidding," Anne whispered in reply. She 
paused and then went on. "It's just like Rick, though, 
you know that?"

Ken looked down at his fingers on the lid of the 
coffin. "Right. So what should we do?"

"Do we have any choice?" she asked.

"I guess it depends," he whispered.

"On what?"

"On us. When Rick first suggested that I start 
courting you behind his back, I was offended by the 
idea, it just seemed so wrong."

"I know what you mean," she whispered as the music 
continued. "Rick told me I should be flirting with 
you. I guess I took it as a kind of joke at the time, 
but..."

Ken paused to let her continue, but when she didn't, 
he did. "But what? The truth is, I didn't follow up 
then, but in a few months, after things settle down, 
after you've had a decent time to get over Rick, I was 
thinking of calling on you."

She smiled quietly and reached over to put her hand on 
his. "I was only going to wait a few weeks before I 
called you."

"OK," Ken whispered, smiling faintly. "But I don't 
like being manipulated like this. I liked Rick a lot, 
but in a way, I resent what he's suggesting."

"Me too," she said, "but is it really manipulation 
when someone tells you to do something you already 
want to do?"

She broke off, as if startled by what she'd just said, 
and it took a long moment for Ken to realize her full 
meaning. He looked at her as her smile broadened, and 
then she leaned forward to whisper. "Want to do it?"

Ken looked at the mischievous twinkle in her eye, 
stunned, and then smiled as he realized that it would 
be a fitting memorial to Rick. "OK."

She motioned to Bob Fuller and whispered something in 
his ear, and judging by his expression, he asked her a 
question, to which she replied at length, glancing at 
Ken as she spoke. Bob looked up at Ken and smiled, 
then leaned his way. "You really want to go through 
with it?"

"Yes," Ken whispered.

"OK," Bob Fuller said, and then stood up straight at 
the head of the casket and looked meditatively down at 
his hands while the soft music continued. Ken tried to 
do the same, but he couldn't keep his eyes off Anne, 
and when he looked at her, he saw that her eyes were 
on him and that she had a faint smile on her lips.

As the music came to an end, Bob Fuller stood 
straight. "Well folks, we've all agreed, so this will 
be more than just a funeral. Anne Smith McCleary, I've 
had long talks with you while your husband was ill, 
and I know that you know Kenneth Anderson quite well 
and you've known him for a long time. Do you take Ken 
to be your lawful wedded husband?"

"I do," she said, faintly but clearly.

"Kenneth Anderson, do you take Anne McCleary to be 
your lawful wedded wife?"

"I do," he said, shaking his head with wonder.

"Then I pronounce you man and wife," Bob Fuller said. 
"Rick asked me to make a specific request at this 
point. He asked me to ask that you two kiss each other 
over his dead body, to be quite literal."

There was a nervous chuckle from more than one person 
in the chapel as Ken reached across the coffin to Anne 
and took her hand, and then leaned over to kiss her.

"Anne," Bob Fuller said, after they'd kissed. "Ken. 
I've known the two of you for some years now, and I've 
known you were close friends. Ken, you were Rick's 
roommate when he was courting Anne, but if Rick hadn't 
set this up, I'd never have imagined things working 
out like this. Social convention would have you two 
waiting a good six months after the funeral, but you 
know what? I figured that you two would marry then, 
and I think Rick really is right, it's better that you 
two should comfort each other. My blessings go with 
you."

The organist started playing a march as the 
pallbearers picked up the coffin, but it wasn't a 
funeral march, it was a wedding march, slow and 
dignified, but full of joy.

***
 
"Sorry about the mess," Ken said, opening the door to 
his apartment.

"You should see my mess," Anne said. "I don't really 
look forward to going through all of Rick's stuff, 
that's one reason I said we should come to your 
place."

Ken paused after he shut the door. Somehow, his 
thoughts all afternoon had been dominated by the 
excitement of sharing something daring with Anne, and 
her mention of Rick's stuff was shattering.

"Anne," he said, and then hesitated. "Anne, what can I 
do to help?"

She walked silently into the middle of his living room 
and looked around briefly before turning to face him 
with a sigh. "Tomorrow you can help me go over Rick's 
stuff, separating the trash from the keepsakes from 
the rest." Her expression clouded briefly. "I guess 
the rest goes to Goodwill or the crisis center."

She paused, looking at Ken, then grinned. "Third, make 
that the day after tomorrow or later! These last few 
weeks have been hell, and I need to totally wrap 
myself up in something else for a while. Help me do 
that, will you?"

Ken wasn't entirely sure he was ready to face what she 
had in mind as he took her long coat and hung it in 
the closet by the door. When he looked back at her, he 
almost did a double take. She'd changed the way she 
wore her dress again. At the funeral service she'd 
worn the cowl of her long black dress up over her 
head, looking properly like a modest if slim and 
beautiful widow. At the dinner party Rick had set up 
for after the burial, she'd worn the cowl down around 
her neck, but now, she'd pulled it down off her 
shoulders so the cowl formed a tight band around her 
upper arms and over her breasts.

She smiled at his attention and posed. "Like this?"

"Yes, that's quite a dress."

She grinned. "Would you believe Rick bought it for me 
six months ago? He got it specifically for the 
funeral!"

Ken shook his head and then chuckled. "So he did it to 
you too?

This is the suit he told me to wear!"

"I like it," she said, and then hugged him.

Ken enjoyed her hug and returned it warmly, enjoying 
the soft inviting texture of her dress under his hands 
and the warmth of her skin under it. As he swept his 
hands slowly down her back, he grew uncomfortably 
aware of her. Her hips were pressed against his, and 
as his hand swept from her back to her hip, he could 
feel nothing to hint that she wore anything under the 
dress.

"What a day!" Ken said, breaking the hug and sitting 
on the couch.

"Is something wrong?" Anne asked, sitting next to him.

"I don't know," he said, putting his arm around Anne's 
shoulder more because the way she sat demanded it than 
because he felt comfortable doing it. "It's been a 
long day, and I'm, well, I'm not really prepared for 
the way it turned out."

She laughed gently. "I certainly never expected to get 
married at my husband's funeral, but I'm glad I did. 
Come on, it's not that late in the evening, and 
although we've known each other for a decade, we've 
got a bit of work to do getting to know each other."

Ken blushed. "I thought you might want to be alone. 
Are you sure you want..."

"Ken," she said, leaning her head against his shoulder 
and speaking in a soft, sad voice. "I've been alone 
and lonely too much these last few months, what with 
Rick in the hospital and all. Every night I slept 
alone, I had to face the fact that my husband was 
dying, and towards the end, it was awfully hard on me 
each time I visited him."

"He was my friend too," Ken said, remembering how Rick 
had changed towards the end of his hospice stay. "So 
what do you want to do with the rest of our evening."

"For now, just hold me like you are, make me feel 
secure."

Her head was resting against his shoulder, with his 
arm around her and his hand resting gently on her hip. 
As she nestled against him, she reached out with her 
free hand and held his free hand to her stomach, 
stroking his wrist with her fingers.

"You know," she said, "sometimes, when Rick and I had 
a disagreement, I used to wonder how things would have 
worked out if I'd married you instead of him. 
Sometimes, I'd fantasize about having an affair with 
you, or making love to you. How about you?"

Ken was slowly relaxing under her touch, letting his 
hand rest against the warmth of her stomach as she 
stroked his wrist. "I don't know, I guess I suppressed 
those kinds of thoughts, I didn't want to hurt my best 
friends by threatening their marriage."

"But you had thoughts to suppress."

"Yes, you're very desirable, you know. I guess I 
always hoped I'd find another girl who was as bright 
and pretty as you, but nobody ever came close."

Her hand on his wrist gently urged him to shift his 
hand upward, and now he found his thumb occasionally 
brushing the bottom of her soft breast. "I like the 
way you're holding me," she said, in a quiet voice. 
"Do you mind if I ask you how much experience you've 
had with other girls? I mean, you introduced Rick and 
me to a few of the girls you dated, but you never 
seemed to stay with any of them for long."

"Do you mean, am I still a virgin?" he asked, tensing 
up.

"No, I just wondered why you never found anyone. No, 
that's not really right, I guess I wanted to balance 
things. I mean, Rick's name keeps coming up, and I 
thought that was unfair to you." She was sounding 
flustered. "Oh hell, I guess I also wondered about 
your sex life. Hold me!"

She pulled his hand up to her breast and held it there 
with her hand while she continued to nestle her head 
against his shoulder. He could feel her hard nipple 
through the tight band of her turned down cowl, and 
the tip of his thumb rested against the exposed flesh 
of her chest above her dress. He slid his other hand 
up to cup her other breast before he went on.

"All right," he said, and then paused. The last time 
the topic had come up between the two of them must 
have been back when they'd dated each other, more than 
a decade ago. Ken had been a virgin then, and so had 
Anne. "No, I've had sex with a couple of the girls 
I've dated; should I name names? Oh hell, I've got to 
live with you now, remember Karen? We slept together 
on and off for a couple of years."

"Was she any good?" Anne asked, gently stroking his 
wrist as he cupped her breasts in his hands.

"Good? I liked her, I liked sex with her, we had lots 
of fun, but..." He paused, wondering how to go on as 
he gently began to fondle Anne's breast. "I guess she 
wanted lots of independence, and I gave it to her. We 
never even mentioned marriage."

Anne sighed comfortably as he gently slid his hand 
over her breast, and he wondered if she wanted him to 
slip his hand under her dress. The way she'd folded 
her cowl down was inviting, and he wondered how it 
would feel to slide his hand over her bare breast and 
hard nipple. He slid his hand up and gently ran a 
finger along the rolled top edge of her dress, letting 
it trail under the edge a fraction of an inch.

She patted his hand with hers, then pulled at the 
fabric of her dress, opening an inviting gap between 
fabric and flesh. He slid his hands down over the 
rounded flesh of her breasts, feeling her nipples 
between his fingers as he cradled her soft small 
breasts under the tight band of her turned down cowl.

"So how do you like sex," she asked, speaking softly 
as she held his hands to her breasts.

"I like it," he said, sliding one hand down to her 
stomach beneath the elastic fabric. "How do you mean?"

"What do you like doing?"

"Kissing, hugging, touching, intercourse, it's all 
fun..." He was comfortably aware of the building 
pressure in his penis. "I guess we didn't really try 
very many ways of doing it. Karen and I didn't talk 
about sex much, we just did it. Cindy, well, she liked 
talking about sex, but we didn't stay together very 
long."

"Then maybe..." Anne said, and then paused. Without 
warning, she eased his hands out from under her dress 
and got up from the couch. She turned to face him, and 
then spoke in a low uncertain voice. "Let me undress 
you, OK?"

"OK," Ken said, excited by the prospect of being 
undressed by the woman he'd loved at a distance for so 
long, but frustrated that she'd pulled away from his 
hands. "Rick and I tried everything in the book," she 
said, undoing his tie. "You know the kind of man he 
was, always wanting to try things. Well, that applied 
to sex and we tried quite a bit. Just about all of it 
was worth the effort, and I think, right now, I'd like 
to surprise you."

Anne undid his shirt, kissing his chest and sucking on 
his nipples as she exposed them. He'd never really 
paid attention to the sexual possibilities of his own 
nipples before, and he was surprised to find himself 
reacting to her attention. His hands were on her 
shoulders, and again, he slid his hands down under the 
elastic fabric of her dress, sliding his fingers over 
her muscular back and down to the sides of her 
breasts.

He cooperated passively as she pulled his shirt off 
and set it aside, but then he realized that it would 
be fun to take a turn undressing her. "Can I take your 
dress off?" he asked.

"OK," she said, standing in front of him."

"How does it come off?"

"Pull down."

He sat up and reached tentatively forward to hold 
Anne's thighs between his hands, then paused for a 
minute looking at her as she stood in front of him. 
She was a beautiful woman. He tentatively slid his 
hands up her hips to her waist and then up to the 
sides of her chest where he took the edge of her knit 
cowl in his hands.

He tugged on the turned down cowl and pulled it down 
to expose her breasts. They were small but pretty, not 
big enough to sag, with large brown areolas 
surrounding her nipples. He let go of her dress to 
gently touch them, and then pulled the dress down 
farther so he could free her arms from the sleeves.

"May I kiss you?" he asked, looking at her breasts.

"You don't have to ask," she said.

He sat forward and gently touched his lips to her 
nipple while he held her hips in his hands. She held 
his shoulders in her hands, gently pulling him to her, 
and after gently kissing her other nipple, he went 
back to the first, touching the velvet soft skin of 
her areola with his tongue as he savored the smell and 
taste of the woman he had known and loved from a 
distance for so long.

As he kissed her, he ran his hands over the soft 
fabric of the dress that still covered her fanny. 
Again, he felt no hint of underwear through her dress 
and again he hesitated. Her nipples were hard between 
his lips, and he was content, for the moment, to 
concentrate his attention on them as she ran her hands 
through his hair and down the skin of his back.

"You can slip my dress off, if you want," Anne said.

Ken let go of Anne's nipple as he slid his hands up to 
the turned down top of her dress. He pushed down, 
letting his fingers slide over her smooth skin as she 
slid the elastic cloth down over her rounded bottom.

"You're really not wearing anything under this dress?" 
he asked, admiring the smooth curve of her belly and 
the neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair between her 
legs.

"Nope," she said, stepping out of the dress as it slid 
down around her ankles. "With dresses like this one, 
anything you wear under them shows. You know, panty 
lines, that kind of thing. I could have worn panty 
hose, I suppose, but with a long dress, it doesn't 
seem to serve any purpose." She paused. "Besides, Rick 
always liked it when I went without underwear; I hope 
you don't mind."

Ken looked at her as she stood in front of him, 
admiring the clean lines of her body. "No, I don't 
mind. I never imagined..." He stopped, unsure what to 
say.

She knelt in front of him as he sat on the couch. 
"Come on, let's get back to getting to know each 
other. Stand up so I can finish undressing you."

He stood up and she took his hips in her hands and 
kissed his belly, just above the belt, then leaned 
back so she could see what she was doing as she undid 
the buckle. He was acutely aware of his erect penis, 
only inches from her face as she opened his belt and 
began to undo his pants.

"You smell nice," she said, brushing her nose against 
the bulge in his shorts as she slid his pants down.

"I do?" Ken said, surprised.

"You do!" she said, smiling as she pulling his shorts 
down to free him. "I always liked the smell and taste 
of Rick. Come on, sit down and relax."

***
 
"Good morning," she said, and Ken was disoriented for 
a moment. He opened his eyes and yawned while he tried 
to focus. Anne was sitting up on the bed beside him, 
resting her hand lightly on his chest and looking at 
him with a faint but pleasant smile on her face.

"Good morning," he said, remembering the events of the 
day before. Between the funeral that had turned into 
his wedding and Anne's interest in oral sex, he was 
surprised that he'd apparently managed to get a sound 
night's sleep.

She leaned over and gave him a gentle kiss. "Want to 
play around a bit before breakfast?"

The idea was tempting, but Ken wasn't sure he was 
ready. "No, I've got to piss, then let's get dressed 
and eat."

"Don't get dressed," Anne said as Ken sat up in bed. 
"I've been thinking about this since I woke up. We've 
got to get used to each other's bodies, and what 
better way to do that is there than to spend the day 
nude with each other?"

"Nude isn't always romantic," Ken said.

"No, but so what? The point is to get over being shy 
with each other."

Ken chuckled. "If that's what you want, you should ask 
to watch me while I piss."

"OK," she said, surprising him. "Rick and I always 
kept the bathroom a private place, but..."

"I didn't mean to seriously suggest..." he protested.

"I don't care if you meant it," she said. "It's a good 
idea. Come on, go pee, I'll watch."

Ken got out of bed and went to the bathroom, with Anne 
following close behind. He felt awkward as he lifted 
the toilet lid and began to piss, but she broke the 
ice with a nervous giggle.

"You know something? I always knew men pissed standing 
up, but I've never seen it done. Do you ever miss the 
toilet?"

"I've had plenty of practice," he said, shaking the 
last drop off his penis and flushing the toilet.

"I suppose so," she said, sitting down. "Still, it 
seems odd.

Want to split a shower with me before we eat?"

"Sure," he said, noticing the warm musky smell as she 
pissed. The smell was very familiar, but it was a 
while before he could remember why. It was a smell he 
remembered from his childhood, the smell of his 
bathroom after his mother had used it.

Five minutes later, they were in the shower together. 
After they were both wet, Anne turned off the water 
and then handed Ken the soap. He lathered up his hands 
and then began soaping her wet skin, starting at the 
neck and working his way down. Sliding his wet hands 
over her soft breasts was fun, and by the time he was 
soaping her fanny, he had a mild erection.

"Don't be shy about my crotch," she said, gently 
resting her hands on his shoulders as he knelt in the 
tub in front of her.

He realized he'd been avoiding sliding his soapy hands 
into her crotch, and even with her urging, he 
hesitated for a moment longer. Finally, he slid his 
hand up between her legs and cupped her pubic bone, 
working soap into her pubic hair before he slid his 
hand back to clean her soft lips and farther back 
between her cheeks.

"Did you and Rick do this often?" Ken asked, 
tentatively exploring the warm cleft between her lips.

"That feels nice," she said with a sigh. "No, it's 
fun, but most tubs and showers aren't really built for 
two."

He didn't linger long with his fingers inside her, she 
was right that the tub wasn't a very convenient place 
for such play, and kneeling in front of her on the 
hard tub began to hurt his knees. Even so, he was very 
erect as he finished soaping her legs down to her feet 
and then stood up to let her soap him. He expected her 
to soap him as he'd soaped her, using her hands, but 
she surprised him, using her soapy body to do the job. 
She hugged him tightly in her soapy arms, sliding her 
body against his, and only when she'd covered half of 
his body with soap that way did she let go and use her 
hands.

After they'd rinsed and dried each other off, Ken 
hugged Anne, kissing her as he enjoyed the pressure of 
her breasts against his chest and the feel of her 
pubic hair against his still-erect penis. She ran her 
fingers over his back while his hands rested on the 
rounded mounds of her fanny.

After a long deep kiss on the mouth, Ken began gently 
kissing Anne's cheeks and earlobes. His lips tingled 
slightly with his excitement as he touched her smooth 
skin and gently nibbled on her earlobes, and each 
gentle kiss Anne planted on his shoulder seemed to 
stick there long after she'd moved on to other places.

"Let's go back to bed," she whispered, between kisses.

He turned, holding her tightly as they walked back to 
the bedroom. Ken pulled down the covers with one hand 
and sat on the edge of the bed, still holding Anne's 
waist. Her left breast was there, so he kissed it as 
she began to sit, and followed her down, never letting 
go with his mouth as she spread herself out on the 
bed.

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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