July 2- 3

Over the next week Greg and Sara seemed to fall into a workweek routine. After his morning run Sara would see to Belzer as Greg got down to work. When they returned Sara busied herself with Greg's book selection or the computer. She had taken it upon herself to take care of the many little domestic chores, cleaning, and such. Greg had a service he called every once in a while when the mess got to be too much but Sara liked helping out.

The two would break for lunch. They took turns preparing or worked together on culinary creations; enjoying the process more than the meal itself.

On Tuesday she arrived in a fit of pique. "I have to go to school on Thursday!" Her words dripped with outrage at the unfairness of it all. "It's summer!" She explained how the new school required her to go for something they called an intake assessment on Thursday and Friday.

"Does that mean you'll have to wear your uniform?" Greg asked, savoring the memory of her in the pleated tartan.

Sara blushed and preened at the same time. "You liked that didn't, you?" She was proud of her ability to arouse him.

"Oh, it's not that uncommon. Just me and every other heterosexual male on the planet." He said. "And I think you could probably turn a few gay men."

They embraced, Sara nuzzling against his chest, enjoying the simple intimacy of their touch.

July 4

On Wednesday they planned a night of watching the fireworks. Sara had returned that evening for their date wearing the pale yellow sundress, as it was one of those warm sultry summer nights. They made their way to a nearby sports field where a throng was forming.

Greg and Sara held hands as the strolled, looking for all to see, like father and daughter. They found an open spot amongst the crowd to spread the blanket Greg was carrying. As they waited for the show to begin they chatted softly, their voices joining the murmur of hundreds, perhaps thousands, who had converged.

Greg had trouble not staring at his lovely Sara. It seemed somehow that the simplest clothes made her look the most beautiful. Her hair tumbled about her pail shoulders. Her skin had but the slightest of tans from the summer sunshine. It was seen mostly in rosy cheeks that dimpled slightly when she smiled, when she laughed. Sara smiled a lot more these days. She had those lovely brown eyes, long lashes that needed no cosmetics. Her pert little nose and those perfectly soft ruby lips that Greg couldn't see without remembering each every one of their kisses.

His gaze followed the line of her impish chin, the swanlike neck. The swell of her chest hinted at the blossoming of her womanhood. It rose and fell softly with her breathing. The straps of the sundress were wide; giving a modest cut but still allowed a cleavage that would draw any man's interest. The slight swell of her burgeoning breasts showed even as the fabric of the dress concealed her most intoxicating charms. The thinness of the material revealed the slightest hint of her nipples that Greg remembered touching to his lips.

The dress tightened almost imperceptibly at her waist, so as to show the flair of her hips as she sat on the blanket. The hemline was almost at her knees so that her milky thighs were hidden from his view. Her shapely legs were crossed so that a knee brushed lightly against Greg. She wore sandals that showed off her painted toes.

As the sky darkened the crowd's anticipation increased. In the gloom of dusk Greg allowed his arm to cradle Sara, his hands resting on her waist just at the slight flair of her hip. Sara's hand rested in his lap just barely touching his groin. They shared sips from a water bottle as they waited.

Then as the last rays of the dying sun broached the horizon, a streak of light shot into the sky. It was a few seconds before the shrieking whistle of the fireworks reached them. The crowd gasped a collective 'Ohhhh!' to mark the beginning of the spectacle.

The musical score began as the synchronized tempo of sound and light began; rising and falling but gradually increasing. Unbeknownst to either they were both thinking about how the rhythm of the fireworks show reminded them of their rhythm of passion. They flushed at the thought. They found themselves 'Ohhhh'ing and 'Ahhhh'ing along with the crowd as the tempo increased to the crescendo.

And then, in the suddenness of silence the show was over and people in the crowd found themselves savoring the memory of what they had just seen. Greg and Sara took advantage of the dark to share a kiss. They were but inky shadows to each other, but they moved in unison, lips touching, parting. Their tongues touched.

The field's floodlights began to flicker on so people could find their way out. Greg and Sara waited for the crush of people leaving to thin out. They sat together as the throng surged away, content to sit in silence and savor more than just the fireworks show. They joined the last few stragglers leaving as they made their way back to Greg's house. At his door they turned to face each other. They kissed again as he held her in his arms.

"Can you stay for a while?" He asked with more hope in his voice than he realized.

Sara squeezed him tight to her. "Yes, for a little while."

Once inside Greg went to get a couple glasses of wine for them as Sara lit candles. They settled down on the couch together. Sara tucked her feet underneath her and snuggled up next to Greg as they sipped the dry red he had chosen. His arm encircled her as they talked softly about the fireworks, about a million things.

Sara's hand caressed his chest softly. She marveled in his unassuming masculinity. Her fingers played idly with his chest hair, tweaked his nipples gently. She had never thought of a man's nipples as arousing for a woman in the way a woman's were to a man, but now she thought she understood. She reveled in the quiet intimacy of touching his body - every inch. She noticed they seemed to react the same way as well, stiffening at her touch.

Greg loved the feeling of her hands on him. Small and delicate, her touch was gossamer soft. As he ran one hand through her hair, he exulted in the silky luxuriousness of it. With his other hand he traced the line of her thighs through the thin fabric of her dress.

Sara leaned forward, burying her face in his chest. Her lips were soft,warm, wet on his nipple. At the same time her other hand was stroking his growing erection through his pants. Greg marveled at the sensations. Sara's ministrations could have been urgent and rough but no. She understood with her gentle touch, her slow patience; true passion was not to be rushed.

Greg's hand traveled up her thigh. He felt the warmth of her arousal as his hand cupped her pussy. She parted her legs to accommodate him. Sara continued playing with his nipples, licking, taking one gently in her teeth, while her hand caressed his face, allowing her fingers to feel the rough texture of his shaved chin and neck.

Greg could feel Sara's excitement building. Her wetness was apparent to his touch. He slid his hands to grasp her hips and lifted her. Sara helped by swinging one leg over his so that she straddled him.

They kissed. For once Sara did not have to look up at him. Her position on his lap meant she could look down into his eyes. It seemed so novel for both, more erotic if that were possible. Her hair cascaded around his face, making a private little world for the two of them.

"Sara's a big girl now" Greg whispered as his hands massaged her thighs and buttocks. The motion of his hands and her hips caused the hem of her sundress to ride up on her body so that as she ground her hips into him only his shorts and her panties separated them.

"Just for you, my lover" She savored the words. Sara smiled, as she brought her hands up to his face, caressing the roughness of his cheek, She ran her fingers through his short hair. She leaned forward planting soft kisses on his forehead, his eyelids, feeling the soft flutter of his eyelashes against her lips.

Greg's erection strained in his pants against the pressure of Sara's grinding hips, trapped between them. He slid her sundress up her body as she lifted her arms to assist him. Her hair, pulled along by the straps fell down about her shoulders in a disheveled look that no hairdresser could replicate.

Sara was before him, in all her glory, as the flickering light from the candles caused shadows to ripple over her body. She sat, facing him, in just a pair of lacy panties. Her breasts were small, but oh so firm for that. They were tipped with the most beautiful nipples that were hard with arousal. He leaned forward to kissed them. One, then the other, he played his tongue over each. Greg sucked them into his mouth. His hands caressed her back and buttocks as he pulled her close to him. Sara clasped his head to her chest, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Her breathing was ragged - almost a moan.

Sara fumbled with the remaining buttons of his shirt. She enjoyed the act of undressing him. It was so intimately familiar. As Greg struggled out of the shirt, Sara allowed her hands to roam across his chest. He wasn't excessively hairy, she thought, just enough to show he was a man.

"Let's go to the bedroom." Greg said. Sara slid off his lap as he stood up. He took her into his arms and carried her. Sara cradled in his arms with her hands clasped around his neck. In the bedroom he sat her gently on the bed and marveled at her beauty. She was naked but for the lacy panties. Greg started to take off his pants but Sara stopped him.

She kneeled on the bed in front of him. "No, let me." Sara wanted to undress him completely. She reached out with her tiny perfect hands and grasped the fly of his pants. Greg gazed down at Sara - this picture of beauty as she fumbled with the button and zipper. His erection did not make it easier as she tried to unzip him over the bulge. "Ah-ha!" She exclaimed upon success. As Sara pulled his pants down she marveled at his legs. They were finely toned, from running so much, she guessed. Sara let her hands glide over him, feeling the strong muscles underneath. This was her man. His erection did not escape her notice. It strained at his underwear. It seemed almost like a living thing - a separate living thing, she mused.

Sara reached out to take his underwear off. Free of its confines, his penis sprung to full attention. It engaged Sara's full attention as well. She had seen him naked before, of course, but this was different somehow. She tentatively touched him. With one finger she traced the shape of his cock from the tip down along the shaft. At that mere touch Greg groaned at the sensation it engendered. Sara leaned closer. She wanted to give Greg the same pleasure her had given her. She thought about how he had touched down there and tried to imitate, - with the neccesary anatomical variations. Sara brought her lips to the tip. Precum was already glistening. She tasted him, touching her tongue to the head. This elicited another groan from Greg. Sara took a breath and considered how she could fit all of it into her mouth. It seemed impossible.

"Don't try to take too much.' Greg said, aware of her trepidation. "Just the tip will fit. Use your hands too." He suggested encouragingly.

Sara opened those lovely lips, full and red, to take his cock into her mouth. She let her tiny hands slide up and down the shaft, slowly, gently - as if she might hurt him. Greg almost came from the twin sensations of her lips and hands. Sara remembered how Greg had used his tongue on her. She let hers play against the bulbous head now filling her mouth.

Greg moved back and forth slightly, allowing her lips to glide over his head as her hands stroked his shaft. Greg reached down and guided her hands to his balls, cupping them. His groan at the feeling told Sara how much he enjoyed it. She played with them with one hand marveling at this new toy to play with. Greg moved his hands to cradle her head, guiding her but not forcing. He allowed his hands to become enmeshed in her fiery curls. Looking down, he marveled at the sight of this nubile beauty on her knees before him.

"Sara..." Greg whispered softly. "You can squeeze tighter. It won't hurt." He guided her hand grasping his shaft, showing her how to squeeze tightly and increase the tempo of her strokes. Greg was in heaven. His excitement was growing with each moment as Sara's efforts had the desired effect.

I was not long before he felt himself building towards orgasm. "Sara... I'm... I'm... going to come...!" Greg felt the tingling deep inside his balls and the surge of climax up along his shaft as he ejaculated into Sara's mouth. He felt it draining out of him and into his beautiful lover. The line from that Meredith Brooks song went through his head: 'An angel on her knees'.

Sara was ready for him. She had read about this, and new what was, ummm, coming. She was a little worried about how much there would be. Some descriptions she had read on the Internet made it sound like there would be gallons of semen. Could a woman choke on it? She knew it would be soon when Greg let out a ragged groan and she felt his hands grasp her head tightly. It was a relief to her when she realized that it was only a mouthful - quite manageable. It tasted ... mostly salty she thought. She held it in her mouth as she let his penis slip from her mouth. Smiling up at him she swallowed it down.

Greg felt his legs start to buckle as his orgasm reverberated through his body. He clenched his muscles to stay upright. As his knees weakened he slid down onto the bed next to Sara taking her into his arms.

"Did I do it right?" Sara asked uncertainly as she laid her head on his chest. She knew he had climaxed but was still uncertain of her technique.

"Sara." Emphasizing each word Greg said:

"You. Are. Amazing!"

Sara cuddled next to him, comforted by his words and his arm around her. She tilted her head up to look into his eyes. She wondered if she had the same contented look as he did. They shared a kiss - just a touching of lips. She wondered if it was icky to him considering where her mouth had been. He didn't seem to mind. After all, she hadn't minded kissing afterwards on the weekend.

"Did you like it?" Greg asked.

"Oh yeah!" she answered with certitude. "It was better when you did me but this was nice. Did I make funny faces like you?" She asked, teasingly.

"You sure did. You looked like a crazed she-beastess," He said. "A thoroughly adorable one though." Greg's hand was once again playing with her beautiful hair. He thought he would never tire of doing so.

Sara's hand caressed his chest and stomach, letting her fingers glide over his body. His penis was flaccid now. She wondered at how it could change in size so much. It was like a magic trick, she thought. She allowed her hands to stray lower. This strange thing was like a new toy for her - a wonderfully pleasing new toy. It was all sticky and soft now but no less fascinating. Even in his current state Greg enjoyed the sensations of her touching him.

"How do women... you know... take it all the way into their mouth?" Sara asked, mystified by the mechanics. "I mean, don't they choke?"

"I'm not sure myself. I think it's just a matter of practice and suppressing the gag reflex. Don't feel you have to, Sara. In fact I think I prefer it when a woman uses her hands as well. You did a fantastic job. The most important part is that it was you." He kissed the top of her head. "Give me a moment to recover and I'll return the favor."

Sara liked the thought of that but was content enough as things were; lying next to Greg, letting her fingers play over his body. "How long does it take to get big again?" She asked.

"Not too long with you around. Pretty girls have that effect." As if to confirm his estimation, it twitched at her touch. "See?"

Sara giggled softly. "What a strange thing. How many times can you do it?" She asked, as her fingers wrapped around his still soft penis.

"That depends. I'm not as young as I used to be. On the other hand having such a captivating young lady encouraging me certainly helps. Once I think I managed five times in one day but I was all used up by the end."

"Five times...." Sara mused at the thought. "I might take that as a challenge... one day". She grasped his still flaccid, but stiffening shaft and stroked it gently.

"One day." Greg echoed. "But for now." He rolled over and began kissing Sara's soft supple body. He worked his way down her lithe form, trailing gentle kisses over her pubescent breasts. They were but a mere swelling on her young chest, tipped with beautiful red nipples. Greg touched his lip to one, then the other, playing his tongue over them. He felt them react and harden to his touch. He sucked them into his mouth, mesmerized but the sensations.

Sara gasped herself at Greg's ministrations. She loved feeling of his lips on her skin - especially the sensitive areas like her breasts. No one had ever touched her their before, or down there. Lovemaking had been the great mystery to her as any young person. Now with such a kind and caring mentor she was experiencing the true joy of intimacy. She cradled his head in her arms as he suckled on her breasts. Her breaths came rapidly but somehow supremely contented. She tingled in excitement at his touch. She felt the warmth of his breath on her, his skin against hers.

Greg trailed kisses down from her slight breasts. Sara jumped and giggled as he reached her belly. She was just a little ticklish. He reveled in the smooth softness of her skin as he moved lower. Sara thrilled in anticipation of what was to come. The first time it was the thrill of the unknown. The experiences had been all new to her. This time she knew what was coming. As if reading her mind, Greg moved lower to Sara panty covered hips. They were white with a delicate lace pattern. Far from racy they had that subtle combination of simple elegance and demure sexiness. Positioning himself so that he was between her legs, Greg gazed down at his beautiful paramour. But for those lace pantries she would be what artists called 'reclining nude'. So lovely, she lay back, legs apart, beckoning his attentions. He did not fail her. Grasping her legs he lifted them high in that air and began to kiss them. He started at her tiny perfect little toes, sucking them as if they were her nipp les. He used his lips to caress and massage her, feel her lithe form through the sensation of touch.

Sara exulted in the soft warmth of Greg's kisses. Her eyes closed, she did not know where his passion was taking him so that each kiss was a little bit of a surprise. She felt his lips move up her legs, tracing the shape of her calf, her knees, always drawing closer... closer. He spread her legs even wider but oh so gently. His hands were strong and firm but his touch ever so tender. He began to kiss the inside of her thighs, were her soft skin became incredibly softer - and more sensitive. Sara's breath came in small sighs at the emotions Greg aroused in her. She felt like she was the center of a warm, safe universe that consisted solely of the two of them.

As he reached those pearl white lace panties he touch his lips to them. They were warm from her heat, and slightly moist from her excitement. Greg kissed her lips through them, feeling their contour through the thin lace. He opened his mouth and made long strokes with his tongue, adding his wetness to hers. Even has his hands grasped her butt to press her pussy into his face, her hands found his head, holding him to her as she began to grind her hips rhythmically against his face.

With rising passion Greg pulled down Sara's underwear. She wriggled her hips frantically to aid him. And then before him was this incredible beauty that was Sara, beckoning him, trembling with excitement. Greg was fully erect again. His immediate desire was to plunge into her and take her maidenhood but somehow he resisted.

Sara stared at her lover, so masculine but so tender. She gaze at his erection, so virile, so much the essence of manhood. She wanted him to possess her, to take her. She longed - even with the fear of that unknown - for him to thrust into her, to make her fully his woman.

Instead Greg once again buried his head between her legs. His tongue licked at her in long slow strokes, tasting every inch of her lips and pushing further into her. Sara imagined his tongue was a tiny penis thrusting into her. He felt it reach into her where she had never felt someone's touch before. Even when she had touched herself there, it had never been that deep, never that arousing. And at the end of that long, tremendously erotic stroke of his tongue he would play with her clitoris, teasing it, sucking it into his mouth. Just when she thought she would orgasm, he would slow, draw out the sensations that was an agony of ecstasy. He seemed to know just when to slow.

Greg watched her gyrations, listened to her moans, her every cue she gave to her state of arousal. He wanted nothing more than to please her totally and completely. He matched his arduous attentions to her excitement. He could tell. Her moans were coming faster and faster. Her gyrations became more frantic. He knew she was close. He strove to thrust his tongue deeper into her, glorying in the taste of her, the intimacy of his tongue inside of her virginal lips.

Sara was almost there; on verge of coming. She felt hyperaware of his every touch. His tongue inside of her; then caressing her clitoris; the tickle of his beard stubble against her soft hairless skin, drove her to distraction, to wild abandon. Her soft moans became louder, more insistent. She cried out, nearly a scream at what Greg was doing to her. He seemed to know her in every way, to know exactly where to touch her and how. She knew what was coming, that wave of raw animal pleasure.

Greg knew. He could tell she was close. She was grinding her hips into his face in frenzied passion. He could taste her getting wetter. She grasped his head, tangling his hair around her fingers. She moaned louder and louder. Her cries grew more frequent, urgent. He paced himself to her, licking and sucking at her lips, her clitoris.

Sara knew what to expect but still she screamed as orgasm crashed over her. Waves of pleasure infused her consciousness even as she teetered on the edge of awareness. Her breath came as shallow sighs of serene happiness at having been so pleasured by the man she loved.

As Sara basked in the afterglow, Greg began to kiss his way up her body until he reached those beautiful lips. He held her close. In contrast to the frantic pace of before, now they lingered over each other. They shared soft slow kisses that lacked the urgency but had all of the intimacy of two people who had shared the ultimate gift to each other.

They spoke softly in the idyllic tone of two people sated, and completely happy. They allowed their fingers to roam over each other, gently caressing. It was as if they were two who knew each other as one yet still yearned to know more.

For what seemed like hours they lay together until Sara happened to glance at the clock. With a start she jumped up. "Oh shoot! I have to get home. Mom will have a fit!

Greg watched from bed as his naked nymph fretted over her discarded clothes. She said; "I need to take a quick shower. I smell like..." Sara blushed. "I smell like sex." She rushed in to master bath to clean herself up.

Greg lay back in bed and considered. He knew he was utterly beguiled by this woman-child. He could not resist but he was no smitten teenager. He thought of the implications both for himself and for Sara. Where would this end up?

In the bath Sara finished her shower. She had left the door open. Greg watched her towel off and go about her ablutions. Greg didn't know if it was just him, but he always found watching a female doing so, incredibly erotic. There was something about the way they did seemingly oblivious to their own beauty. Sara dried and fixed her hair, the fiery mane framing that lovely face, now intent on the mirror. Her nascent breasts swayed slightly with her movements. Her skin glistened from the shower, flush from both it and their passions.

Sara knew Greg was watching her. She had never been an exhibitionist but knowing Greg was admiring her body pleased her immensely. She thought about how different her life had become since meeting him. She had felt so lonely, as if there was no one in the world she could share with. Now through chance she had found what must be her soul mate.

Finishing up Sara dressed, further drawing Greg's attention as she wriggled into her sundress. She had left off her underwear, not wanting to wear them after showering. She came over to the bed where Greg still lay naked. She admired his athletic form, his penis still erect. She reached out to touch him, caressing the shaft gently.

"Oh you poor dear!" she said. "How can I leave you like this? Unsatisfied", and meant it. She truly did want nothing more than to please this wonderful man: her man.

Greg wrapped his hand around hers and brought her fingertip to his lips, kissing them softly. "Don't worry about me. It will give me something to look forward to." Greg stood and held her close to him. She fit so perfectly in his arms. "Two days without seeing you... What will Belzer do?"

"I wish I didn't have to go to school. It's summer!" Sara was offended by the very unfairness of it all. " I passed everything."

Breaking their embrace Greg said, "Come on, I'll drive you home. Just let me throw on some clothes." He put on some sweats, good enough for the car.

They drove in silence, but it was not one of awkwardness. They felt comfortable merely in each other's presence. She snuggled up next to him and he put his arm around her. He drove slowly as if to draw out their time together.

When he did reach her place they shared a kiss good night, almost demure in the denouement of their night of passion. He watched as she disappeared into the building.

July 5-6

Over the next two days Greg rattled around his house. He did manage to get some work done but often his thoughts strayed to Sara. Sometimes Belzer moving about would cause him to think it was her. Belzer seemed out of sorts too, as if he missed her. He thought about what they could do on the weekend. He wanted to make a special day for her. He wanted to make every day special for her.