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Date: Sat, 11 Nov 2000 01:10:03 -0500
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WARNING: This story includes sexually explicit material.

Any comments, including constructive criticisms, would be
most appreciated.  Please send to artemis55@hotmail.com

I would like to thank the Denny for all his help.

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The Time of Her Life
by Vickie Morgan

PART TWO

Bill's life continued on in its usual customary way.  He worked hard when he 
had to and hung out with his friends when he could.  He honestly expected to 
forget about Verity very quickly.  However he found himself thinking about 
her at the oddest moments.  Someone in the restaurant would order a Vindaloo 
and he would remember Verity choking on the spicy curry.  Hanging out at the 
disco, someone would tap him on his shoulder and he always expected it to be 
her.  He went out with a few girls but sooner or later he found himself 
comparing his dates with Verity.

He still told himself that he wasn't going to meet Verity in October.  It 
was a silly idea all round.  The chances of her actually being at the hotel 
as she said she would be were very slim.  Even if she were there, she would 
most likely have completely forgotten about him.  So Bill definitely wasn't 
going to make a fool of himself by showing up at the hotel.

He therefore found it hard to explain what he was doing walking down towards 
the train station just after midnight on October 31st.  He'd even asked his 
Dad to let him finish his shift early, which hadn't gone down well.  The 
combination of the argument with his Dad and the knowledge that he was about 
to make an idiot of himself hadn't put him in the best of moods.  He moodily 
kicked a discarded coke can along the gutter and wondered how far he would 
get before he turned back.  He surprised himself by getting all the way to 
the corner.  He stopped there and hovered for a moment, trying to ignore the 
fierce surge of disappointment in the pit of his stomach.  He gave the coke 
can one last vicious kick that sent it spinning into the centre of the 
street and turned to go back.  Just as he turned the corner, he caught a 
flash of movement out of the corner of his eye.  He looked back and saw her.

Verity had her head down as she struggled to carry a big, unwieldy bag.  She 
didn't look around as if she expected to see Bill waiting.  It was one of 
those cold, frosty winter nights when the air was still and crisp and the 
moonlight disguised everything with patterns of ivory and black shadows.  
Bill recognised Verity instantly though; she had hardly changed a bit.  He 
hurried across the street, an uncontrollable grin on his face even before he 
reached Verity.

"Would you like a hand with that?" Bill offered.  Verity gave a startled 
gasp at the sound of his voice.  Then she looked up and recognised him and 
smiled.

"Bill!  I never thought you would be here," she cried.  "Oh Bill, you've 
made my day just by remembering."  She dropped her bag and threw her arms 
around Bill's neck.  The next moment she was kissing him with more 
enthusiasm then expertise.  Bill didn't object though, he just tilted his 
head so their noses weren't banging together and kissed her back.  Lack of 
breath at last made them break apart.  For a moment there was an awkward 
silence, then they both started laughing at the same time.

"Come on then, let's get this bag over to the hotel," Bill said, picking it 
up.  "Hey, this weighs a ton.  What have you got in here, all your earthly 
possessions?"

"Something like that.  I didn't bring the kitchen sink though."

"I suppose that's one thing to be grateful for.  Are you sure you can check 
into this hotel now?" Bill asked.  "The front desk is more than likely 
closed by this time."

"Don't worry about that," Verity assured him.  "I arranged a room last time 
I was here.  All I have to do is pick up the key, which should be waiting 
for me."

It turned out that Verity's arrangements had worked out as she had planned.  
The key had been left with the night clerk and he directed them up to the 
room.  It wasn't anything particularly special but Verity seemed happy 
enough.  She turned on all the lights and poked her head into the bathroom 
to check how good the shower was.  Then she flopped on the bed and gave a 
big sigh.  Bill heaved her bag onto the chair in the corner and flopped down 
next to her.

"What now?" he asked.  "Do you have to arrange to meet your cousin? Or are 
you hungry?"

"Oh thanks, but no.  I ate not so long ago. Actually, I've got a bit of 
heartburn.  Could you pass me those antacids, please?  Thanks.  My cousin 
isn't around any more so I don't have anyone I need to meet," Verity 
replied.  She tipped her head back to look at him upside down.  "I know the 
sensible thing to do would be to go to sleep but that seems like such a 
waste.  How about you, are you tired?"

"Actually I'm feeling wide awake," Bill said.  "Anything in particular you 
fancy doing?"

"I need to take a quick shower, but after that I'm all yours.  Is there much 
to do around here in the early hours of a Saturday morning?"  Verity 
inquired.

"I don't actually know but I'm sure we'll manage to entertain ourselves.  
You go jump in the shower and I'll just run home and change.  I could do 
with something a bit warmer than a waiter's uniform.  So I'll meet you out 
front in half an hour," Bill suggested.

"Sounds good to me," Verity agreed.  "Bill, can I just tell you again how 
wonderful you were to remember and meet me."

"You're not an easy girl to forget," Bill told her, heading for the door.

"Good," Verity said with a laugh.  She rolled on to her stomach and propped 
her chin up on her hands.  "Hey Bill, you know you could always jump in the 
shower with me."

There was a long moment of silence while Bill wondered what to say.  He knew 
what it sounded like she was suggesting and his hormones wanted nothing more 
than to start ripping her clothes off.  Verity had always seemed like an 
old-fashioned girl though, not the kind to suggest such a thing on what was 
hardly even a second date.

"What exactly do you mean by that?" he asked cautiously.

"I wasn't suggesting you needed a shower because you were sweaty or 
anything," Vicky said.  She had turned bright red and was studiously 
studying her fingernails as if she was too shy to meet Bill's gaze.  "I just 
thought you might like to get hot and sweaty with me and then we could have 
a shower."

Bill still wasn't a hundred percent sure he had correctly understood what 
she was offering.  Verity took a deep breath, then lifted her head and 
looked directly at him.

"It's not something I make a habit of suggesting.  It's just I know I only 
have twenty-four hours and I think you are as attracted to me as I am to 
you.  I never expected to meet anyone like you, but now I have I think I'd 
like to, well, become more intimate with you.  If you don't like the idea, 
it's OK, I'll understand."

"Oh Verity," Bill said, kneeling on the floor and cupping her face in his 
hands. "I like the idea very much.  You took me by surprise, that's all.  I 
didn't want to jump to conclusions though and then find out you had meant 
something entirely different."

"I guess I didn't make a very good job of it, did I?" Verity asked.  "It is 
the first time I've ever tried to seduce anyone, you see.  In fact, I hope 
you don't mind but this will be the first time all round for me."

"You mean you've never, you know?"

"Nope.  What about you, Bill, have you ever, 'you know'?"

"A couple of times," Bill admitted.  He leaned forward and gently kissed 
her.  "You know, I think the thing I've missed most about you is your cheeky 
sense of humour.  And if you stick that tongue out at me again I'm going to 
bite it."

"That could be fun," Verity teased, poking her tongue out again.  Bill dived 
for her and she rolled away giggling.  They wrestled each other until Bill 
managed to pin her to the bed and kiss her thoroughly until they were both 
breathless.  Their play-fighting had dispelled some of the building sexual 
tension but it still simmered beneath the surface.

"So, since you're the expert around here, how do you start doing 'you 
know'?" Verity asked impishly.

"Less of the cheek, young lady," Bill said with mock severity.  "It's 
customary to begin by removing all your clothes.  Would you like me to 
assist you or shall I just sit here and watch?"

"How about we both take off our clothes at the same time?" Verity suggested. 
  "That way no one's sat around all goose-pimply and self-conscious."

"OK, I'll race you!" Bill challenged, already shrugging his jacket off.

"Cheat!" Verity protested, kicking her shoes off and going to work on her 
buttons.  Clothes went flying off in all directions and within moments they 
were stood on opposite sides of the bed completely naked.

Bill caught his breath at the sight of her naked body illuminated by the 
lamplight.  His previous encounters had been hurried affairs in dark 
bedrooms and this was the first time he'd really had a chance to study a 
living, breathing, naked female.  Her hair fell around her shoulders, 
drawing his eyes down to the swell of her breasts.  Her nipples had 
hardened, whether from arousal or the cold air he had no way of knowing.  He 
imagined smoothing the wrinkles out of the puckered areolas with his tongue 
and his mouth went dry.  His gaze moved lower over the curves of her hips 
and stomach to the shadow of curls.   He could feel arousal throbbing in his 
blood and he didn't know how long he could control himself.  It didn't help 
that Verity was inspecting him as thoroughly as he had examined her.  If 
this was her first time, he wanted her to enjoy it and that wasn't going to 
happen if he came in less than two minutes.

Bill jumped under the covers and tried to think of as many boring things as 
possible.  The trouble was, Verity dived under the covers as well.  The feel 
of her body pressed against his drove all rational thought from his mind.  
She invaded every one of his senses; sight, smell, touch were filled with 
her.  The sound of her hurried breathing filled his ears and he longed for 
the taste of her skin.  She moved closer to him and her lips found his and 
he knew he was in trouble.  He'd heard that women needed at least twenty 
minutes of foreplay and he didn't know how he was going to last that long.  
He gently pushed her onto her back and tried to take control of the 
situation.

Bill trailed his fingers along her collarbone and followed the path with his 
mouth.  Down the centre of her breastbone, then a spiral around her breast 
until he reached the tip and sucked it deep into his mouth, playing with the 
sensitive nub with his tongue.  He heard Verity's breath catch, then a tiny 
moan escaped her.  Encouraged, he transferred his attention to her other 
breast but continued to stroke the first one with his free hand.  He 
continued his attentions until she was trembling and gasping for breath.  
Feeling breathless himself, he raised his head and looked up at her.

Her face and chest were flushed and her eyes were heavy-lidded with passion. 
  She licked her lips.  Bill accepted the silent invitation and moved up to 
devour her mouth.  He couldn't believe how much he enjoyed kissing her, the 
intoxicating taste of her.  The sensation of her naked body under him and 
the glide of her hands over his skins increased his pleasure.  Fighting for 
composure, he propped himself up on his elbow and smiled down at her.

"Are you OK?" Bill asked tenderly.

"Very," Verity replied.  "Are you?"

"Yeah.  I'm just finding it hard not to get, er, overexcited," Bill said 
ruefully.  "It doesn't help that you're so gorgeous. Your tits are so 
beautiful."

Verity wrinkled her nose at him.  "That's a horrible word," she complained.

"I'm sorry.  What word do you prefer?" Bill asked.  "Boobs is even worse and 
breasts seems a bit formal."

"True," Verity admitted.  "There must be something we can call them."

"I know," Bill said with a grin.  "I'm going to give them names."

"What?"

"Names," Bill repeated.  "OK, this one on the left can be Jeremy and the one 
on the right is Patrick."

"Jeremy and Patrick?" Verity echoed.  "They're boys' names."

"So?  Now all we need is to baptise them."  Bill swooped down and gave each 
breast a big, sloppy kiss.  "Actually while we're busy, we might as well 
christen a few other body parts too.  After all, most of the words for the 
interesting bits are pretty ugly."  He slid his hand down over her stomach 
and between her thighs.  "This sensitive bit here, we're going to call 
Florabelle, and this tunnel here is Tiffany."

"Oh, so those bits are female, are they?" Verity queried, giggling at him.

"So it seems.  Baptism time again," Bill said, grinning wickedly.

"What!"  Verity exclaimed, trying to close her legs.

"Trust me," Bill told her.  "You're going to like this."  At first Verity 
was tense and stiff but as Bill continued she gradually relaxed.  Soon she 
was moving restlessly, her fingers digging into the mattress.  Bill's tongue 
was beginning to tire but he kept going until he felt her tense and shudder. 
  He moved back up the bed and smiled triumphantly down at Verity.  "Told 
you that would like it."

"Mmm, Florabelle and Tiffany liked it too," Verity said.  "And now it's my 
turn."

"Your turn to do what?" Bill asked.

"A bit of baptising," Verity replied, pushing him back down on the bed and 
kneeling over him.  She smoothed away the hair around his nipples and 
contemplated them with mock seriousness.  "This one is Gladstone and this 
one is Enoch," she announced, then bent down to swirl her tongue around each 
one in turn.

"Darling, if you keep doing that I'm going to come in two seconds or less," 
Bill gasped.

"Oh, all right," Verity said with a pout.  "Oh well, on with the ceremonies. 
  Now what am I going to name this?" She closed both hands around his 
arousal and Bill bit down hard on his lip.  "I know, Winifred," she 
declared, and swooped down to replace her hands with her mouth.  The 
sensation coursed through his bloodstream and he had to reach down to stop 
her.

"Verity, honestly, I can't control myself if you keep doing that," he 
warned.

"I read in one of those advice columns that sometimes it's a good idea for 
the man to come first, then there's plenty of time to fool around while he 
gets hard again."

"Oh did you?" Bill asked in surprise.  "What magazine was this in?  'Sex 
Weekly'?"

"No, 'Cosmopolitan', silly.  Don't you think it's a good idea?" Verity 
inquired.  "I was hoping you might teach me how to do a blow-job?"

"A blow-job," Bill spluttered.

"That's right.  I've read references to them but it never says exactly how 
to do them," Verity explained.

"Is this 'Cosmo' again?" Bill asked.

"Is that yes?" Verity countered.

"Darling, I don't think there's a man alive who would refuse a blow-job," 
Bill informed her.  "If you really want to give it a try I'd love it.  I 
don't expect you to swallow though."

"I'll try anything once," Verity said.  "As long as it's not as hot as a 
Vindaloo."

"Not as far as I'm aware," Bill assured her.  He lay back as her mouth 
closed around him.  She experimented with every variation of sucking and 
licking she could think up, consulting Bill to see which he preferred.  Bill 
tried to last as long as he could but all too soon he was coming.  True to 
her word, Verity kept on sucking him, doing her best to swallow as he filled 
her mouth.  When he had finished she sat back and wiped the excess off her 
mouth.

"Hmm, not exactly the nicest taste in the world, but then not the worst 
either," was her verdict.

"You are the most amazing girl I've ever met," Bill said.  "Now come here, 
sexy.  We've got some fooling around to do."  She came willingly into his 
arms and he pulled the covers over them both.  He had been worried he might 
not be able to get another arousal but as they explored each other's bodies 
he could soon feel himself growing hard again.

He investigated every inch of her body and by the time he entered her she 
was wet and ready for him.  She flinched slightly at first, as her body 
stretched around him, and Bill forced himself to hold still to give her a 
chance to adjust.  She was incredibly hot and snug around him and he was 
finding it difficult to hold on to a coherent thought.  She had a look of 
intense concentration on her face as she focused on the new feelings.  Then 
she gave a little wriggle of her hips, nibbling on her lip as she 
experienced the sensations deep inside her.  She gave a slow smile and 
opened her eyes to look at Bill.

"That's good," she drawled.

Bill groaned and slowly withdrew, then pushed back into her again.  It was 
like sinking into a damp velvet sheath.  She was so tight that her internal 
muscles clung to every millimetre of him, the friction stimulating him 
almost unbearably.  She adjusted her legs, wrapping them around his waist.  
Her heels dug into his buttocks, urging him on as they found their rhythm.  
She began to rotate her hips every time he plunged into her.  Her breath was 
coming in gasps and sighs and her eyes had drifted closed again.  Then her 
fingernails dug into his back and she climaxed moments before he succumbed 
to his second orgasm.

They lay tangled together on the bed for a while.  Bill was just starting to 
doze off when Verity stirred and sat up.

"If we stay here we're just going to fall asleep," she said.  "Come on, I 
think we're both hot and sweaty enough for that shower now."

"You should be exhausted," Bill complained.

"Pleasantly tired, I'll admit to that," Verity told him.  "I've only got 
twenty-four hours though, and I don't want to waste time sleeping.  If you 
want to get some sleep I understand.  We'll just arrange to meet up later.  
I need to do some shopping anyway.  I desperately need some new clothes."  
Now she mentioned it, Bill realised she had been wearing exactly the same 
clothes as she'd had on in February.  He had thought them outdated then, and 
even more so now but it didn't seem a tactful thing to say.

"Hey, a shower will wake me up in no time.  Especially if I get to wash 
Jeremy and Patrick."

"Only if I get to wash Winifred!"

"Sounds like a good deal to me," Bill said, following her into the bathroom.

Sure enough the shower washed away his sleepiness.  They towelled each other 
dry and Bill scrambled into his clothes while Verity dried her long hair.

"I've thought of somewhere to take you for breakfast," Bill told her.  "You 
finish getting ready and wear something warm while I go get my car.  I'll 
meet you out front in about quarter of an hour."

Copyright Vickie Morgan, 2000
E-mail artemis55@hotmail.com
Website, still in the process of being completed:
http://members.tripod.com/VickieMorgan/

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