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				   Terri
			       by Ghostwheel
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   I'd like to tell all of you about my girlfriend, Terri, and some of the
great experiences we've had together. I'm doing this with her permission,
but she's asked me not to describe anything that could give us away to the
other workers in our office, since we know some of them read this newsgroup.
So, my descriptions of us, and our names, are altered. The rest of the story
is true. Maybe it's better that way, since you can substitute whatever faces
and bodies and names make the story more exciting for you. But in fact, it
remains our story. If it's well-received on the net, maybe I'll write some
more later, but for now, I'll tell you about how our relationship started. I
couldn't come up with a title. She suggested "Fucking Terri's Brains Out"
but I thought it was a little bit blatant. So you can give it your own title
if you want.

   New York Super Fudge Chunk is a trademark of Ben & Jerry's ice cream.
They have not given their permission for it to appear in this story, nor, to
the best of my knowledge, do they endorse its use as a sexual aid.




   No one would ever call Terri beautiful, except for me. That may seem like
a strange way to start talking about the woman I love, but it's the truth.
Guys I know have called her "cute" or "decent-looking" or even "plain," but
it doesn't matter to me. She's a little bit on the short side, which I like,
and although she does have a few (only a few) spare pounds, most of her
weight is muscle. She has an average bust, small waist, and her behind and
legs look great in a pair of tight pants. Her hair is straight and light
brown, and her face, truthfully, is more cute than pretty in the usual
sense. Her eyes, though, are a pale, sparkling blue-grey with always a hint
of mischief in them.

   Terri danced into my life in mid-August. And when I say danced, I mean it
literally. She had just started work in my office, a new recruit added to
our research and development team fresh out of college. I had known that she
was starting work, but had been on vacation the previous week, so I hadn't
been there when she was introduced to the rest of the team. I arrived early
on Monday, wanting to get caught up with the week's backlog of mail and
figure out just what had gone on in my absence. I heard light classical
music coming through the wall from the office next to mine, which had been
vacant when I left, so I decided to introduce myself to my new co-worker. I
stepped out of my office and into hers, and was almost knocked over as she
came whirling out her door in a graceful pirouette. Instinctively, I brought
my hands up and caught her. She must've been as surprised as I was, but gave
no sign of it as she tilted her head back, looked into my eyes and said,
"Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to dip me?"

   I pride myself on my ability to take most anything in stride, and usually
I'd have a quick comeback for a line like that, but not this time. Actually,
I must've looked kind of silly as I yanked my hands away and made some lame
excuse about not knowing the step. We introduced ourselves, and she showed
me the decorations she had been putting up in her office. I knew after just
a few minutes of talking to her that she was not going to be just another
nerd in the office. Maybe it's just because she hasn't been ground down by
the day-to-day work routine, but she just seems so much more alive than most
of my other co-workers. And although it certainly wasn't love at first
sight, I knew right away that I could really get to like her.

   Since I had a few years experience with the department, and was working
on a fairly low-priority project at the moment, our boss decided that it
would be a good idea for her to get her feet wet by helping me out on this
project. I was amazed by her skill and talent. She took some time getting
used to our coding conventions, or what passes for them, and the source code
control system we use, but other than that she seemed to have an instant
understanding of everything we were doing, and came up with a number of
optimizations that had gotten by me. That's not really such a big deal, but
the fact that she never made an issue out of occasionally getting one up on
me was quite a welcome change from the usual attitude I've encountered. In
fact, it got to be something of a game between us, making us both do our
jobs a little bit better. So it wasn't surprising when we finished that
project and got handed a new one, this time a top-priority job.

   As the wise reader has probably guessed by now, my interest in Terri was
growing personally as well as professionally. She'd come over to my place
for dinner a few times, and we'd been out to a few movies, usually with
friends. I thought that she was showing an interest in me as well, but since
I've long ago stopped trying to out-guess a woman, I wasn't making any
assumptions. We'd exchanged innuendos a few times, but I was just putting it
down to a flirtatious streak. But as I became more interested in her, and
started showing her some deliberately unprofessional attention, she seemed
to be responding in kind.

   The turning point came, as it usually does in a relationship, at the
least likely moment. We'd been working on our second project together for
about a month, and although we'd been making good progress, there were still
some critical timing problems we couldn't seem to resolve, with a deadline
less than a week away. Neither of us was in any danger if we didn't get the
program perfected, but after our early successes, we weren't going to accept
a defeat, and we'd started putting in some really long hours in the office.
We were in my office, throwing some ideas (and a Koosh) around at about
midnight one night. The white board was covered with notes, mostly crossed
out, and we had both been through half a dozen cups of tea since lunch time.
Neither of us had had dinner, and our usual good humor was quickly fading.

   "What if we forget about interrupts and go with a polling scheme
instead?" I asked, and flipped her the Koosh.

   "No good. Eats up too many CPU cycles if we have to spin for too long. It
would sit there and poll until the user responds, and that might not be
until the next morning on a batch job." She tossed it back.

   "Okay, polling with a timeout. And, to avoid CPU usage, we use a
coprocessor." I gave the Koosh a high lob, and watched in dismay as it
landed in her teacup and splashed cold Earl Grey on the day's notes.

   We were both on the papers in a second, trying to keep the tea from
soaking through too many layers. The crisis past, she sighed and said,
"Okay. Let me go get another cup of tea, and we'll pick up on your idea."

   At the moment, though, my mind had suddenly gone elsewhere, the way a
male mind often will when it sees an attractive woman having a hard time.
"Wait a minute," I said. "You don't need any more caffeine. You need
something to relax you. Sit down." She sat down, and gave me a puzzled look.
"Now, close your eyes, and turn your brain off for a few minutes." She
closed her eyes, but from the look she gave me before closing them, I think
her brain was probably quite busy as I turned her chair away from mine and
put my hands on her shoulders.

   I had "threatened" her with backrubs many times before, but had never
actually gotten up the nerve to give her one. Now it seemed like the most
natural thing in the world as I stroked her back, shoulders, and neck. She
seemed to relax totally after the first couple minutes, and leaned back
quite comfortably against me. Encouraged, I worked my fingers up into her
hair, and then down just inside the collar of her sweater, then massaged all
the way down her arms to her hands. I guess I'd been at it about an hour
when there was a knock on my office door and I saw the janitor peering
through the tiny window. Terri and I both tried to act natural as I let him
in, but we could both barely keep from laughing at the way he stood there
grinning at us both, as if the three of us were sharing some great secret.

   After he'd gone, we decided that we weren't going to get anywhere on the
problem that night, and decided to call it a night. I was a bit
disappointed, but at the same time I knew we'd made a step in the right
direction.

   The next morning, after a night of pleasant dreams, I awoke about two
hours after we'd agreed to meet at the office. I showered, didn't bother to
shave or eat, and made the 15 minute drive. When I got into my office, I
found Terri there, scribbling notes on a thick yellow pad. When I walked in,
she smiled at me and said, "What did you do to me last night?"

   "Nothing unusual," I said. "I'd be glad to demonstrate again sometime."

   "No, that's not what I mean. What did you do to my brain? I came in this
morning after sleeping last night, and the answer was perfectly clear. Take
a look a this!" I sat in open-mouthed wonder for the next fifteen minutes as
she explained everything we'd done wrong on that phase of the project, and
showed me exactly how we could correct it. We spent the next four hours
fine-tuning her solution, then a couple more coding up the changes and
testing. It worked even better than our original estimates, and we still had
three days before the deadline.

   "Should we go tell Jeanne?" Terri asked, referring to our boss.

   I looked at my watch. It said 3:30. "No, I've got a better idea. Watch
this." I emailed to Jeanne, "Timing problems solved. Will give you details
tomorrow, at your convenience."

   "Now, get your coat, and we're out of here. You do like Chinese, right?"

   Terri and I treated each other to a really great celebratory Chinese
dinner, including a couple of Scorpion Bowls, and had more fun than we had
since we'd started on this project. It was so relaxing, and it seemed
totally natural to invite her back to my place for a movie afterward. We
stopped at the video store near my apartment, and as we got out of our cars,
I asked her what she wanted to see. "Whatever you like," she said, "you've
done a great job so far. I've got to pick up something at Price Chopper."

   I went into the video shop, and picked up Bull Durham, one of my
favorites. A nice light comedy, but with enough good sex to make it really
interesting. By the time I got back to my car, she was already in hers, and
wouldn't tell me what she'd bought at the store, so I wouldn't tell her what
I'd rented. "Guess we'll just have to surprise each other tonight," I said,
and started my car. I hoped she'd read my message in as many ways as I'd
meant it.

   Between the day's success, the good food, and the immodest amounts of
liquor we'd drunk, we were both in a euphoric state, and ready to enjoy
ourselves. I put the tape in the VCR, and listened as she crashed around in
my kitchen with whatever she'd bought. After a few minutes, she came back in
with a couple bowls, apparently with ice cream in them under huge amounts of
hot fudge and whipped cream. She set them down on the coffee table and
handed me a spoon, then sat beside me on the couch. "So, let's see this
movie you've picked out," she said, and hit the remote control. I turned out
the light at my end of the couch, and for the next 20 minutes we indulged in
our New York Super Fudge Chunk and laughed at the movie.

   "You want some more?" she asked, as she took our empty bowls into the
kitchen.

   "Maybe later," I said. "Now come back and keep me company." As she sat
down at the opposite end of the couch, I said, "Could I persuade you to join
me at this end?" To my great satisfaction, she didn't require any persuasion
as she moved next to me and leaned back against me.

   "How 'bout some more of that great brain stimulation that you were giving
me last night?" she said.

   "Nope, no brains tonight," I teased. "Got anything else you want
stimulated?"

   "Well... Pick up where you left off last night, and I'm sure we can think
of something from there." I didn't need to be told twice, and started
massaging her shoulders and neck. I worked my way out from there, getting
more and more daring. I'd occasionally throw in a random hug, or a kiss on
the back of her neck, becoming steadily more encouraged by her responses. By
the time Susan Sarandon and Kevin Costner were in the bathtub, I had my arms
around her, one hand inside her sweater teasing at her breast, as I nibbled
at her ear and trailed kisses down her neck to her collar. I didn't think
she was paying any more attention to the movie until she snuggled back more
firmly against me and whispered, "Do you splash like that when you make love
in your tub?"

   "I don't know," I whispered back. "I've never done it in my tub. We'll
have to find out sometime." Since her lips were so close to mine, I did the
obvious thing, and kissed her. I'd always thought that "seeing skyrockets"
was just an expression, but the charge that went through me at that moment
made me feel like the bicentennial. By the time we broke that kiss, we'd
somehow managed to get completely stretched out on the couch, with her lying
on top of me and my shirt half unbuttoned. Needless to say, we didn't care
much about the movie any more. It could wait; we couldn't. For the next
hour, we made out on the couch like a couple of horny high-school kids,
gradually losing more and more clothing until I was down to just my
underwear and one sock. She had just her panties on, and she was probably
the sexiest sight I'd ever seen.

   Her hair was in total disarray, hanging down over one eye. Her smooth,
creamy skin was slightly flushed, and in spite of the ceiling fan whirling
above us, she was perspiring lightly, and I could feel the slickness of her
breasts pressing against my chest. Her eyes, as she brushed her hair aside,
were practically throwing off sparks, and her expression said that she was
going to devour me the way she had the ice cream not long before. Naturally,
I couldn't see myself, but I was looking back at her the same way.

   She raised herself up off of me slightly, looked down the length of our
bodies, and said, "We're overdressed."

   I looked into her eyes, and with all the sincerity I could muster, said,
"You're right. Help me get this sock off." She stared at me for a moment,
then collapsed back onto me, laughing as if it was the funniest thing she'd
ever heard. Her laughter was contagious, and the gentle shaking of her body
against mine quickly got me started as well.

   After a moment, in a mock-serious tone, she said, "Stop it. Stop laughing
right now, or I'll have to make you stop." Naturally, in my condition, that
too seemed pretty funny, and got me going even harder. "All right, then,"
she said, "this should stop you." With that, she lowered her mouth to my
neck, and bit gently. I've always had a weakness for love-bites, and my
laughing instantly turned to gasps of pleasure. Taking her cue, she
continued down my neck, then started kissing my chest, and worked her way
across to one nipple. Mine are very sensitive, perhaps unusually so for a
man, and many women don't know how to deal with it. Not the case with Terri.
She had clearly done this to a man before, and obviously enjoyed it. For the
next twenty minutes, I lay on the couch, gasping, panting, and actually
crying out a few times as she licked, sucked, and lightly bit at my nipples.
Although she hadn't done anything below my waist, my erection was tingling
like crazy, and I wasn't far from coming.

   "Wait...slow down!" I whispered between gulps of air.

   "What's wrong, Love?" she asked. "Going to come so soon?" She had a
wicked gleam in her eye as she slid off of me, kneeling in front of the
couch, her mouth gluing itself to my nipple again as her left hand slid down
to caress my twitching erection through the cotton of my underwear. She knew
what she was doing, I realized, and I wasn't going to deny either of us the
pleasure of letting her finish. "Just relax and let it happen," she said,
"and don't try to hold back. I want to see your face when you come." I
couldn't have lasted another minute after that, even if I had tried to
resist. She must've known from the way my entire body stiffened when I
started coming. My eyes were closed, but I could feel her eyes on my face as
her hand eased my cock out of my underwear and she began stroking it. Not
jerking, just slowly stroking, encouraging me to pump out a bigger load.
Under her touch, I had built up an incredible pressure, and felt warm,
sticky globs splattering my chest and stomach, a few drops even landing on
my own throat.

   When I had finished, I opened my eyes and found her gazing back into them
from just inches away. She kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring deep
inside my mouth, then pulled back and said, "You. Are. Beautiful,"
emphasizing each word as if it were some important declaration. I'm hardly
beautiful, especially after almost two days without a shave, but there was
no doubting the sincerity in her voice, or her eyes. And if she thought I
was beautiful, I certainly wasn't going to complain. "I loved doing that to
you. Being able to overpower you, the way you've always overpowered me.
Gods, I don't think I've ever been this hot before!" I had no idea that I
had ever overpowered her, and thought of the many times I'd been left
speechless as she swung her strong, graceful body past me in a hallway or
office. Had we both been in mutual awe of each other all this time? Seemed
like.

   "You're beautiful," she repeated, "but you need some cleaning up!" Before
I knew what was happening, her mouth was at my throat again, and she was
working her way down my body, delicately lapping at the pools of semen as
she found them. When she'd finished, she said, "Mmm. You're sweet all over.
Ice cream eaters always make the best lovers." I pulled her to me and kissed
her, cleaning her lips and sliding my tongue into her mouth, sharing my own
taste with her. She was right, it was sweeter than I'd expected. When I let
her go again, she whispered, "Not just sexy, but brave, too. Every man wants
a woman to swallow, but how many will do it themselves?"

   I pulled her back on top of me on the couch, and we lay there gently
kissing for a few minutes. "Ready for more?" I asked.

   "Oh, definitely. But are you?" she replied.

   "Don't worry about me. This is only the second round. Let me satisfy you
before we even think about finishing this night. Come on, we'll be much more
comfortable in the bedroom." I coaxed her to her feet, then led her by the
hand to my bedroom. Even though I'd been sleeping alone for quite a while, I
have a queen-size bed, and I was looking forward to sharing it with her.

   My bed, of course, was unmade. I'd been kind of frantic when I dashed out
the door that morning. She sat on the edge of it, and made a face. "What's
wrong?" I asked. She rummaged under the bedspread for a moment, and pulled
out the object she'd sat on.

   "What's this?" she asked, looking at it quizzically.

   "Oh. That's a squash racquet. It doesn't belong there."

   "Do you play?" she asked, as I took it from her and put it in the closet.

   "No, I've never tried. That belongs to a friend of mine. Now, what were
we doing?" I wanted to get her mind back on the subject quickly.

   "Well, I think we were about to take off the rest of our clothes," she
said, and slid her satiny panties off. "I hope you know how to use one of
these things!" she said with a grin.

   I stepped out of my own underwear. "I don't make any promises, but I'm
certainly willing to try," I replied, and pushed her back down onto the bed,
covering her body with my own.

   "Got tired of me being on top?" she asked.

   "Do you want to talk, or do you want to kiss?" I teased, and put my best
lip-lock on her before she could respond. As Terri could tell you now, I'm
more than a little lazy in bed, and never complain about having her on top.
But I had promised her some satisfaction, too, and I was determined to give
it to her. Eventually. It was still early, and there was no sense rushing
things. After all, there was a lot of gorgeous body to be covered, and so
far I hadn't even gotten below her neck. Fortunately, I knew how to remedy
that.

   After a few minutes, I started moving down. First across her chin, and
into the deep hollow of her throat, moistening her skin with my lips and
tongue. I don't go for slobbering kisses, but I was leaving a damp little
trail as I went. Now, I don't think I was doing anything really unusual, but
I've concluded that Terri has maybe fifty or sixty times as many
nerve-endings as the average woman, because she was already starting to
shake before I'd even reached her breasts. This was great fun for me,
obviously, and since I love to torment a lover with pleasure, I was taking
full advantage of her. Naturally, I ignored her threats to "kill me if I
didn't do it now." I knew she was just kidding. I kissed my way up to one
nipple, then flicked my tongue across it, and quickly retreated, working my
way across to the other one. After repeating this a few times, I found that
I could stop just short of her nipple, and keep her in suspense. We would
look into each other's eyes, then I would flick my tongue out again. It was
like hitting a trigger, as she yelped and thrust her body off the bed at me.
Two thoughts were going through my mind at the moment: First, "What will it
be like when I start going down on her?" and second, "Thank gods I don't
have a roommate!"

   But I'm basically a nice guy. I didn't want to get my new lover too
frustrated, and by this time she was perspiring heavily and squirming all
over the bed. "Need something to cool you off, Sweetheart?" I asked. She
nodded, and I headed for the kitchen. Inspiration struck and I paused in the
bedroom doorway. I looked back at her, with her eyes closed and hands on her
breasts. "How much do you trust me?" I asked.

   "Do whatever you want to me," she answered.

   "You sure?"

   "Do I have to put it in writing? I will, you know," she said.

   "No, your word is good enough for me. Be right back." I wasn't right
back, because it took me a few minutes in the kitchen to get ready. As I
approached the bedroom carrying a small tray, I told her, "Close your eyes.
I've got a couple surprises here," and put the tray on the nightstand out of
her line of sight. First I handed her one of the glasses of water I'd
brought, and let her drink deeply from it. When she was done I told her to
lie down and close her eyes again. I took a spoonful from the bowl of ice
cream I'd brought in, and brought it to her lips. "Open up, Sweetheart," I
said, and brushed the spoon across her lips. She opened her mouth, and I fed
her a tiny bit of ice cream, deliberately smearing some on her lips. I set
down the spoon, and kissed her lips clean. The mixture of cold and hot, with
the sweet chocolate mingling with our mouths, was incredible. After a single
deep kiss, I withdrew, and fed her some more in the same way, feeling the
glob of rich ice cream melt between our tongues.

   Time to start moving again, though. With just the teaspoon, I began
working my way down her body, enjoying her shivers every time I brought it
down on her skin, looking into her eyes each time I did. In just a minute, I
had painted a sticky trail of melting ice cream down the middle of her body:
across her chin, her throat, between her breasts, pooling deeply in her
navel, and stopping just short of the small triangle of pubic hair.

   "You bastard!" she practically screamed as I surveyed my work of art.

   "Aww, Baby, you said 'Do whatever you want to me,' didn't you? Well, this
is what I want."

   "Oh, I love it, but it's COLD! Warm me up now, please?"

   "Had to make you cold to make you hotter," I said. "Now comes the fun
part." Just as she had licked me clean earlier, I slid up alongside her
body, kissed her again, and started swabbing the ice cream away with my
tongue. Of course, as it melted, it had left small rivulets of liquid
chocolate down the sides of her neck, which I eagerly licked clean. I teased
all the way down her body, kissing and licking thoroughly to get her as
clean as possible. She began laughing hysterically when I poked my tongue
into her navel, and I made sure to get her especially clean there.

   When I reached the end of the trail I'd made, I looked back up at her.
She tangled her fingers in my hair and said, "You're not stopping there, are
you?"

   "That was just the first course," I said. "Can't go leaping straight for
dessert, can I?"

   "You can, you can!" she said. "Unless you've got something better in
mind." I did. I'd found the leftover hot fudge from earlier, and I'd
microwaved it to a little above body temperature. I took the bowl from the
tray, dipped two fingers in it, and repeated the ice cream ritual, painting
her lips and feeding her a dab of it. Unlike the cold ice cream, when I
kissed her this time, all I could taste was more hot. "You're not putting
that on me, are you?" she asked.

   "Relax. I'll give you a bath later. Let's just keep the sheets clean."

   "I thought this only happened in '9 and 1/2 Weeks'," she said.

   "Never seen it," I said, lying through my teeth. "Now hold still!" With
that, I scooped a couple more fingers full out of the bowl, and smeared the
hot fudge on her right nipple. Sensitive as always, she arched her back and
moaned as I smeared it thickly around in a widening circle. A little more
there, and then I moved to her other breast, making it look as if her
nipples had suddenly doubled in size and turned chocolate-brown. I slipped
my fingers into her mouth and let her suck them clean, then moved down to
kneel between her legs. I stretched out on top of her, my weight on my
hands, and my face right on a level with her breasts. Remembering the way
she'd responded to a single flick of my tongue earlier, I expected I'd need
to hold her down for this treatment.

   I'd been fairly gentle with her up to this point, but now I started
sucking deep and hard at her breasts, like a giant starving baby. I needed
to taste her deeply, and to make a claim to her that she would remember. And
fortunately, Terri isn't a delicate flower. She seemed to understand and
appreciate my sudden roughness as I pulled her tender flesh into my mouth,
teasing with my teeth and prodding with my tongue while she writhed under my
weight. One breast cleaned, I moved to the other, holding her tightly
against me all the while. I found that she is as sensitive as me in the
nipples, and responded almost as strongly. Although I couldn't quite bring
her to orgasm that way, her moans turned to screams and I could feel the
wetness between her legs where my stomach rested against her.

   Knowing a perfect moment when it hits me, I slid back down, and buried my
face between her thighs. I plunged my tongue into her as deeply as I could,
drinking deeply of the sweet juices that she produced. Maybe it was the ice
cream I'd just been eating, but I have never tasted a woman so sweet before.
In a moment her hips began moving, and I picked up her rhythm, fucking her
with my tongue as she thrust against my face. My hands clutched at her
thighs, keeping her from squeezing too tightly. I had to make her come!
Abandoning my deep thrusts, I took her throbbing clitoris between my lips
and began massaging it with my tongue, picking up the pace as her moans
increased in tempo and volume. I stroked her thighs and ass with one hand,
and slid the other free to grasp hers. As our fingers tangled together, I
flashed my tongue across her clit even faster, being rewarded a moment later
as she started screaming incoherent love-names and arched her beautiful body
completely off the bed. As the first wave broke, I came up for a breath of
air, and then went back down on her. Riding the shockwave of her orgasm, I
coaxed her into a half dozen smaller ones, until we lay together in an
outrageous, sweaty, incoherent, shaking heap.

   Neither of us moved or spoke for at least five minutes, except for me to
crawl back alongside her and share the remaining glass of water with her.
She recovered faster than I did, as women often do. She rolled on top of me,
still mostly exhausted, and we took another kissing break. We just cuddled
and kissed, and I stroked her body from her shoulders down to the backs of
her thighs, as far as I could reach. Eventually, she slid her hand down
between our bodies to where my cock was trapped. It had recovered while I
had been trying to bring her off, and was now begging for attention again.

   "I see this beautiful thing is ready for some more action," she said, and
I saw that wicked grin coming over her face again. Thinking of what I had
done to her earlier, I silently prayed that she was too kind, or too tired,
to take revenge on me. "Your turn!" she said, and reached for the hot fudge
bowl. Clearly, my hopes had been misplaced. The only thing left to do was
take my punishment like a man. And enjoy every second of it, of course!
Besides, at least we were out of ice cream.

   Using just one finger, she scooped glob after glob of gooey hot fudge
from the bowl and painted my throbbing organ with it. First the head,
circling round and round, then up and down the length of the shaft, until no
skin at all could be seen. Then, just as I had done to her, she began
thoroughly licking me clean, reversing the action she'd used to put it on
me. First she slowly licked up one side of my shaft, then down the other,
totally ignoring my pleas for mercy, until I could feel her saliva starting
to trickle down my thighs. After this wanton torture, the only sticky fudge
remaining was the thick coating on the head, which she now plunged deep into
her mouth. It was my turn to scream. Her mouth wrapped around me, enveloping
me in wet heat, as her tongue swirled round and round, cleaning away every
remaining bit of chocolate. She didn't stop then, though, and kept bobbing
her head up and down, taking me all the way to the back of her throat on
each thrust.  Just as she had done, I began moving my hips involuntarily,
fucking deeply into her mouth.

   Abruptly, she stopped. "I really want to finish this job," she said, "but
I don't know whether I could get you up again. And I need to get fucked now!
I've got to have you inside of me. Please, do it to me!" I was in total
agreement, as I shifted her over to the clean, dry half of the bed. I
reached for my nightstand and pulled a condom from the drawer, but felt her
hand on my arm before I could get it open. "Not necessary," she said. "I've
got that nice little prescription. But you can wear it if you feel safer
with it."

   I knew that I was safe, and Terri and I had talked enough that I knew she
wasn't a woman who took chances, so I put it back in the drawer and moved on
top of her again. I lay on top of her and kissed her, and then shifted my
body forward. Our bodies had gotten to know each other well enough in the
last few hours, there was none of the usual first-time fumbling. We were
perfectly matched, and I felt myself slip easily into her silky wet opening.
We both held our breath for a moment as she spread her thighs a bit further
and let me slide all the way into her. Then we were laughing and clutching
at each other as our perfect match was completed. After the way I had opened
her with my mouth earlier, I had expected a smooth entry, but nothing I
could have imagined could have equaled the exquisitely gentle pressure that
was holding me inside. Our two bodies locked together, and then, almost
involuntarily, I started moving in and out of her. I pulled almost all the
way out, then slowly pushed back inside, gradually accelerating the pace,
and from the way she met my thrusts, I could tell that this was the way she
wanted me.

   With all the excitement leading up to that point, I didn't expect to last
long, so I stopped and rested after only a dozen strokes or so, kissing
Terri's face and breasts while I got myself back under control. We continued
that way, stroking for a few moments, then resting, for only a short time
before I knew I couldn't control myself much longer. I gasped deeply, and
began really driving into her hard, as she continued trying to meet my
thrusts. Soon, though, I was beyond control, aware of nothing but passion
and a need to be as deeply inside of her as I could. I could feel her arms
around my back, her legs tangled in mine, and could hear her panting
encouragement in my ear. Sweat ran down my back, and each time I pounded
into her, I was rewarded with a small cry of pleasure. Finally, the dam
within me broke, and my entire body was filled with pleasure. I drove into
her one last time and stayed there, pumping my orgasm deeply into her,
clutching her against me.

   "No, don't stop! I'm coming, too!" she cried out, grinding against me.
Before my own orgasm had even subsided, I started pumping into her again,
trying to hit the angle she needed. "Turn over!" she said, and we rolled
together so that she was astride me. "Let me get off on your cock," she
panted, and started bucking her hips back and forth. I reached out and laid
my fingers against her clit, stroking it as she rode me. "Yes, yes, that's
it! Rub it faster!" Her own hand joined mine, and I reached out to grab her
hips, shoving her forward and back as she massaged her clit. Her hair
whipped about wildly, and there was a stream of sweat running down between
her breasts, when finally she threw her head back, let out a long, low moan,
and stopped moving. As if her bones had suddenly vanished, she collapsed on
top of me, her mouth searching for mine as we kissed and whispered loving
words together.

   Sometime, we must've drifted off to sleep. I was awakened the next
morning at eight o'clock to find Terri, myself, and the sheets in a tangled
mess, and damn near crippled both of us as we lunged for the alarm clock.
After a moment's disorientation, she looked at me with a big, sexy smile and
said, "Good morning. I love you. Did last night really happen?"

   "Good morning. I love you. And I think we'll both have the bruises to
prove that it happened." We had not gone easy on each other, and I was
wondering if sex between us was going to be like that every time. I fell
back into bed and started kissing her, everywhere I could get my lips while
she tried to do the same to me.

   "Time for a quicky?" she asked.

   "How about a shower instead," I suggested, "then a nice breakfast, and a
day of anticipating tonight. We are supposed to be at work in an hour."

   "Work?" she said, in mock-horror. "I can't go to work without my brains."

   "Without your brains? I don't get it," I said. I'm a little slow in the
morning.

   "Damn right, no brains. Because we certainly screwed our brains out last
night."

   I laughed at that, and hauled her out of bed toward the shower. Washing
each other was a lot of fun, and if we hadn't run out of hot water, we never
would've made it to work. As it was, I barely got there by nine, and Terri
was a half hour late, after going home and changing her clothes.

   At eleven we met with Jeanne to show her the revised specs and explain
how we'd solved the timing problem. It was hard to keep my mind on business,
knowing how hot a lover my partner was. Especially since she'd whispered to
me earlier that she'd already packed a bag for that night. And noticing the
trouble she was having walking around the office. And all the little
reminders of what had gone on the night before. We did manage to get through
the meeting okay, and Jeanne was quite pleased with our results. The best
part was what she said to us a the end of the meeting, though.

   "You two have been putting in too many late nights," she said. "If you
can still get the doc written by Monday, why don't you both take the rest of
the day off, and rest up."

   Well, we took the rest of the day off, but I don't know if you could call
it resting...