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			Copyright 2000  Jane Urquhart
			All rights reserved

Quickie (495 words) (FM cons)

By Jane Urquhart


	"Whaddya mean, they want five hundred words?  I only
do works of art!  You gotta have foreplay!"

	"Oh, yeah?  It's for the Festival, and you never
complained about a quickie before."  Then he put an arm
around my shoulders, gently cupped my left breast with his
other hand, and, through thin cotton,  touched my nipple with
his thumb.

	Sitting there quietly on the grass in the park on that
summer evening, not talking, seeing the circles of lamplight on
the shadowed boardwalk below and contemplating the wide
black river, I was weak with indolence, vulnerable.  That touch
turned my spine to jelly; I lay back and looked up at him.

	"Here?  Right out in public?"

	He leaned over and slipped a hand under my T-shirt.
Bare calloused hand on bare soft breast, warm, in the cool of
the twilight.  Somehow my legs began to part, and I felt the
warmth, too, between them.  Then his other hand slid up my
thigh into my shorts.  He moved slowly, letting me feel his
nails slide along my skin.  I shivered.  Finally he touched me,
and I rose to meet his hand.

	"Nobody within a hundred feet, and besides, it's dark."
On his knees now, he unbuttoned my waistband and slid the
shorts off.  The grass felt good.  I pulled him over onto me, slid
my hands under his shirt to feel his bare back.  He held my
head and looked down, smiling, then he kissed me, gently, his
mouth barely touching mine.  I waited.  His tongue parted my
lips; he pulled my head closer as I met him and the kiss turned
into a desperate mingling of our bodies.  He let me go for a
moment, and I soon felt the silken skin of his penis against my
labia. In seconds he was inside.  I put my arms around him and
held him, tightly.

	Slowly, he began to move.  My head turned from side
to side; I moaned, oh, so quietly.  I slipped my hands down his
back and pulled him in deeper.  For a moment we were still,
savoring each other.  His weight on my hips made me a
prisoner.  He moved.  I met his lazy thrust.

	"Faster," I said.  We moved together.  Great strokes
pulverized my mind, left me gasping as our bones collided, not
quite hurting, each movement bringing me a jolt of ineffable
pleasure.

	I felt the electricity start.  He pushed my shirt up higher
and kissed my nipple, caressed it with his tongue.

	"Oh, God!" I said.  Then the sparks flew. My eyes shut
tight.  I felt the rolling surge, then it encompassed me.  On and
on, forever, it pulsed through my veins, leaving me limp to my
fingertips.  He suddenly fell; we clasped each other for another
moment, then he rolled off.  For a little while, we were still
again.  Then I spoke.

	"OK, I'll write the damned thing.  Now can we go back
to the room and do this right?"

		---The End---

Copyright 2000  Jane Urquhart.  All rights reserved.

Many thanks to Spline Duck, Old Rotorhead, and Miles
Naismith; all errors are mine.

My stories are available at
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Jane_Urquhart/www
Comments to janey98@hotmail.com

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reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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