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From: "Danielle Love" <danielle_love@themail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Rendezvous (MF, romance, oral, anal)
Date: Sat,  4 May 2002 06:10:02 -0400
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 This story is fiction, but that doesn't necessarily mean that some of
it isn't based on actual events.  If you are under age, whatever your
locale says that is, then please leave.  You must.  This story is
copyrighted under 17 USC Section 102.  Do not use it without express
permission.   Any similarities to that of living people is pure
coincidence... no foolin'.



                                   Rendezvous

      It started out as a typical Saturday, with not much going on
except a couple of phone calls that weren't of any consequence.
Lounging on my sofa, listening to some music, and reading "Catch-22"
seemed like a proper way to allot my time. Steely Dan was wafting
through the speakers when there was a soft tapping at my door.  I sure
as hell hoped it wasn't some damn Jehovah's Witness trying to sell me
Jesus.  Christ isn't for sale, as far as I know, and a theological
discussion with some naive rube from Arkansas wasn't at the top of my
dance card.  I turned the music down a bit, and hurriedly pulled on a
shirt and opened the door.

      "Hiya Danny!! Surprised?!" she exclaimed, a smile lighting up her
enchanting face.  I stared at her dumbfounded, and a grin eased onto my
lips.  Beth was a very pretty woman I was "involved with" in college.
She was 27 years old, stood about 5 feet 7 inches tall, and weighed
about 125 lbs.  She had long chestnut brown hair falling lightly to an
exquisite ass, wonderfully-shaped firm pert breasts, about a 34B,  long
slender legs, and a rather angelic face.  She was sort of shy when we
first met, but that dissipated fairly quickly as she met more people and
matured intellectually.  Eventually she became something bordering on
assertive.

     "No, not at all.  I've been expecting you, Beth," I told her, the
wide grin on my face strongly hinting at the veracity of my claim.  "You
look very lovely," I expressed, looking into her blue-gray eyes.  She
was as beautiful as I had remembered her, perhaps even more so.

      Beth had usually dressed fairly casually when were attending
school together, and today was no exception.  She had on a pair of old
military-surplus fatigues that served to accentuate the alluring shape
of her ass, and a simple white t-shirt that made it quite clear there
was no bra between her pert breasts and the thin cotton shirt.  Her
perky nipples made their presence known from beneath the light shirt,
subtly pressing through the material.  I realized at that moment how
much I had missed her.  It had been going on five years since I last had
seen her elegant face.


     In the not-so-distant past when we were both attending the
University of Arizona, we would spend countless hours talking history,
philosophy, and a broad range of other topics, and I believe we both
came to appreciate each other's intellects and varied senses of humor.
Beth possessed a sense of humor consisting of large portions of irony
and sarcasm, and her rapier wit had humbled many an opponent.  Many men
seem to be put off by a woman with a strong intellect, especially one
greater than their own, but I was initially drawn to Beth because of her
cerebral nature.  Of course, it didn't hurt at all that she was
attractive and alluring.  I still distinctly remember when the
relationship transcended mere intellectual appreciation.

      We were walking home in no hurry from the U of A library in our
sophomore year, casually discussing a mid-term exam approaching in one
of our more difficult philosophy courses, and without warning she took
my hand into her soft grasp.  I was rather surprised by this spontaneous
event, as ours had been a connection with platonic roots up until that
point, although I doubted we would have denied a sexual attraction.

      After Beth took my hand, she looked at me with something
resembling a mix of love and ardor in her eyes, and brought her pretty
face very slowly towards mine.  She smiled softly at me as she swept her
hair away from her face, then was hesitant as she kissed me with her
soft lips, very tentatively at first, then with increasing passion as
she eased her tongue into my mouth, seeking out my own.  It was tender.
It was sensuous. It was loving.

      I pulled her close to my body, feeling her firm breasts pressed
against my chest, experiencing her warmth while I kissed her with tender
emotion, my tongue dancing rhythmically in her mouth.  I remember the
clean smell of her hair.  I recollect the seductive nature of her subtle
perfume.  We paused from our unanticipated embrace, looking intently
into each other's eyes.  We then turned in unison, and slowly continued
on our way in silence with slight smiles on our faces, my arm around her
shoulders.  When we got to her door, I kissed her very tenderly on her
soft lips as I eased my arm around her petite waist.  I reluctantly
turned to walk to my apartment, elated at what had just transpired.

      I pondered our initial kiss all of the way back to my small
college-ghetto apartment, and into the evening, mulling over where it
might lead.  Beth's feelings were the same as mine I thought, at least
hoped they were.  I just didn't want to overstep any unspoken
boundaries, as I regarded her as an unparalleled friend first and
foremost.  She was intelligent, she was stimulating, and she was
beautiful in my eyes, and if I could tell anything from the leers she
received whenever we ambled across campus together, she was pretty hot
in a lot of other guys' eyes as well.

      Over the next several months, it became rather apparent where this
romance was evolving.  We began to gradually transform into a couple as
time progressed.  We went to the campus bookstore together when we
needed to, we would go to various restaurants and fast food franchises
on occasion, and we unfailingly went to our common classes together
daily.  We hung out on weekends at my apartment, listening to Steely
Dan, Elvis Costello, and alternative radio, among other things.  We also
happened to have in common an avid inclination for the blues.  There was
a definite shared predilection for each other.

      We hugged and kissed considerably more, in private at first, and
we gradually became more public with our affections.  We profoundly
enjoyed each other's company, and both of us sought out one another on
an increasingly frequent basis.  Eventually leading up to an evening
where Beth found herself alone at her off-campus apartment, as her
roommate Monica had left for Cabo San Lucas for spring break.  She
called to invite me over to her place at 8 o'clock in the evening for,
"maybe some coffee, a few drinks..." she giggled, then added
cryptically, "and whatever."  I imagined I heard her grinning through
the phone.

      After showering, shaving quickly and throwing on some cologne, I
got dressed and walked the short distance to her apartment.  I proceeded
with a leisurely pace to her house, debating whether I was just
imagining the implications I thought I heard in her voice on the phone.
Beth met me at the door, and after a warm and inviting kiss, welcomed me
into her house.  She was dressed casually; wearing tight faded Lee
jeans, a loose fitting skull-and-roses Grateful Dead t-shirt (she was
somewhat of a Deadhead), and was barefooted.  I thought I could discern
the outline of erect nipples beneath her thin cotton shirt.  In my
somewhat biased eyes, she was simply beautiful.

      "Hiya Danny.  It's great to see you.  Come on in," she said softly
with a shy smile, and eyed me at the door.  "How are you?" she asked me
with an appealing twinkle in her eye.  "Gee...  you're looking quite
dapper... got a date after you leave here tonight?" she teased
playfully, referring rather facetiously to my weathered jeans and a
somewhat tattered Elvis Costello "My Aim Is True" t-shirt.  "That is,
*if* you leave here tonight," I thought I heard her whisper under her
breath, and I was pretty sure I had understood what she had said.  I
kept whatever I might have had to say to myself.

      "Hey Beth.  I'm pretty good.  Thanks for asking.  It's damn good
to see you as well, babe,"  I said.  I put my arm around her and kissed
her softly on the lips as I entered the house.  "And thank you for the
comment on my clothes, babe; I didn't want to outdress you,"  I kidded
her with a grin.  She answered with a practiced smirk and a toothy grin.
"Still listening to Jackson Browne, eh?"  I asked her rhetorically as I
found myself listening to "Late for the Sky" emanating from her
speakers.  I looked to see her nod her head and softly smile.  Beth had
a certain fondness for early seventies music.

     We also shared a mutual interest in the sixties.  Beth was drawn to
acid rock and the alternative lifestyles, i.e., "hippies", while I was
more attracted to the political upheavals of the era, particularly the
Democratic National Convention in Chicago in 1968, the Weather
Underground, and Huey Newton and the Black Panthers.  I had wanted to be
a revolutionary back in high school, despite the fact I realized even
then that the pension plans for freedom fighters were somewhat less than
ideal.  I decided to go to college to sort out my political leanings,
among other things.  I waited two years before I entered college, as I
went on a two-year "self-discovery" period.  In time, I decided what I
wanted to do.  Namely, I wanted to be a writer.

     The room had the vaguely sensual scent of jasmine enveloping it,
and I looked to see a stick of incense burning in an ashtray, sending up
plumes of fragrant smoke.  There was a pleasantly mellow ambience in the
room.  I noticed a fine-looking calico cat, and her name was
"Peckerwood", based on my conversations with Beth, walking warily around
the room, eying me nervously.  I'd always wondered why she had named her
female cat Peckerwood.

     "Would you care for some fresh coffee, babe?  I have some pretty
nice coffee from Sumatra I just brewed.  Sumatra Mandheling.  I just put
the beans in the grinder just a moment before you arrived," she told me
as I sat on her sofa.  Coffee was another subject we shared in common.
We both purchased our favorite varieties and ground our beans fresh,
just before brewing.  Our early "coffee dates", where we would sit and
discuss books, current affairs, with her even indulging me as I talked
about baseball, provided a sturdy foundation for our alliance.  We
simply enjoyed talking to one another.  In fact, we seemed to
*fascinate* each other.  I noticed she was looking at me in a manner
different from what she usually did.  I wondered what the significance
of her assessment was.

     "Yeah, I'd appreciate some coffee.  Thank you.  I can smell it.  It
has a nice rich aroma to it.  And it looks as if you have great taste in
art," I pointed out.  I was alluding to the Dali prints adorning her
walls.  When she returned with the hot coffee, she sat down rather close
to where I was sitting, and I slipped my arm around her shoulder,
pulling her even closer to me.  She was wearing a small amount of subtle
perfume, and the effect was pleasing to me.  It seemed to me that there
was a bit more of the usual sexual tension between us in the room, and
that's quite a statement, because Beth and I seemed to exude sort of a
physical affinity.  As she extended her hand for her cup of coffee, she
turned to me and smiled brightly.

     "Well, I don't know about art, but I know what I like," she kidded.
Beth looked me in the eye as she said it, and I thought I saw a
flirtatious glance.  "Actually, those prints are Monica's, honey. She
brought them along with her from Oregon," she informed me, referring to
her strange roommate from Eugene.  "I'm having a few problems writing
this paper for the course 'History of American Foreign Policy,
1945-to-Present'.  I think I'm doing okay in the class as far as tests
go, but this paper is a significant portion of my grade.  I think I have
a topic, but I'm having a little trouble with my thesis.  Didn't you
take the class?"  she inquired. I reached for my coffee, taking a sip of
the hot caffeinated liquid.

     "Yeah, I took it.  I did pretty well in the course too, if I say so
myself... and I just did," I quipped with a smile.  "He's a great
professor.  He got his doctorate at UC Berkeley.  In fact, he's why I
took the course.  I've taken several of his classes.   Are there still a
lot of ROTC recruits in the class?"  I asked her.  Seeing her nod, I
continued after taking a quick sip of my coffee.  "I believe I wrote
mine on the withdrawal of the French after Dien Bien Phu, and the
resulting political mayhem occurring in the years following the attack,
leading to our increased involvement.  I mean, at that time, in 1954, we
only had a few quote/unquote 'policy advisors' over there," I explained.

     "Yeah, the Domino Theory and all that," she remarked in a manner
bordering on sarcasm.  She deliberately turned to me and grinned.  "But
he is a good professor. I really like him.  I do have to take a boatload
of notes when I'm in his classes though.  I was thinking of doing my
paper on the issues surrounding the Tet Offensive.  It was one of the
turning points in the Vietnam War, wouldn't you think?" she asked me as
she pulled a small vial from her jeans.

     "Well, it was certainly a turning point in the American perception
of the war," I said.  I tryed to eye the vial with my peripheral vision.
"And Johnson decided not to run a mere two months later.  Good ol' LBJ.
1968 was a pivotal year in American history as far as I'm concerned, and
I think the '68 Convention had more than a little to do with it," I
stated.  My curiosity got the best of me.  "Umm, what's in the vial?"

     "Oh, this?"  She had an innocent look on her face, then
mischievously grinned at me as she slowly shook the small vial back and
forth.  "Well, I guess I should tell you that it happens to be some
prime Hawaiian marijuana... Kona bud, to be specific.  A good friend of
mine brought it back from the islands," she informed me with a slight
smile on her face, then continued.  "I haven't smoked any of it yet. I
was planning for this to be sort of a 'special' night, so I was
wondering if you were interested in partaking with me," she grinned,
putting her hand lightly on my thigh as she did so.

    "Really? I really didn't think you got loaded."  I looked at her
incredulously while considering the many meanings of 'special', and
loving the feel of her hand on my thigh.  I had given some thought to
the possibility of Beth getting high, especially with her fondness for
all things  "hippie", but had purged the thought from my head when she
did so well in her classes.  "Wow.  I haven't 'partaken', as you say, in
a couple of years.  Hmmm... what to do?"   I looked over at her lovely
face, breaking into a grin.  "But with you?  Sure, let's burn one.  I'd
be honored to get stoned with you.  And you'll be here to take care of
me, right?"

    "Sure, I'll take care of you, babe," she said with a seductive
smile.  She paused to kiss me with more than a little passion.
"Actually, I haven't smoked any reefer since I was a senior in high
school, but I thought it would be rather fun to share what could be a
rather intimate experience together," she commented with a sly smile,
looking at me intently.  I didn't miss her reference to 'a rather
intimate experience'.  "So, do you think you could manage to roll us a
joint, babe?   And before you say anything about it being wasteful, I
just thought a joint would more properly 'set the mood', as it were,"
she added while smiling.  She got up to go toward the kitchen, then sat
a couple of beers on the table.

     "I think I can manage, babe," I smiled.  I wondered just what she
may have been 'setting the mood' for.   "You may not have known this,
but I was a joint man back when I got high.  Let's see the vial and the
papers, sweetie."  After she gave them to me, I took a drink of my beer
and began to prepare the smoke so I could roll a bone, as it consisted
of some rather compressed sticky sinsemilla buds.

      "You look like you know what you're doing when it comes to rolling
joints, Danny.  If you don't mind me asking, why'd you stop smoking
dope?  Did you get busted or something?" she asked me, then took a small
sip of her beer.

      "Why, thank you, darlin'.  Thank you very much," I told her with a
smile, taking a drink of my own beer.  I had always been sort of proud
of my ability to roll a competent bone.  I observed her grinning.
"Actually, no, I didn't get popped, although I came awfully close to it
a time or two.  Ask me about it sometime," I advised her.

     "I think this will be pretty neat, you and I getting loaded
together," Beth commented.  She looked me directly in the eyes, leaning
in and adding in a stealthy whisper, "And I get somewhat horny after
smoking dope, you know."  She tittered nervously as she did, before
kissing me with a quiet passion.

     "What a coincidence!  From what I can remember, I get reasonably
randy after I get high as well," I told her with a wide grin on my face.
"Maybe we'll be able to work something out between us," I laughed as I
handed her the bone.  I was becoming very interested in where this
little dialogue might be heading.

    "Perhaps we shall," she said with a sly grin.  "Why, thank you so
very much, kind sir!"  she commented with a mock British upper-crust
accent added to her voice.  I held a match for her to light the joint.
"Whoa! This tastes like some prime reefer here," she commented after
holding in a long slow draw on the joint, and passed it to me.

    "You're right. This does taste like some very good smoke," I told
her after taking a healthy toke from the joint and handing it back to
her.  It had been quite a while since I had smelled the odor of
marijuana so close to me, and the sensation brought back many fond
memories.  "Umm, how are you feeling, babe?"  I  ran my fingers through
her sweet-scented hair, curious as to how the smoke was affecting her.

    "You might not believe this, honey, but I'm getting there already,"
she told me with a silly grin on her face after she had held in her hit
and passed it to me.  Although on Beth's face, it really didn't look
"silly".  It somehow looked sexy.   In hindsight, I think I might have
been trying to imagine what her breasts looked like.  Without the shirt
in the way.  We continued passing the bone back and forth and as it got
progressively smaller, I took a few drinks of my beer.

     "It's getting pretty small," I  proceeded to take a lengthy hit of
the joint.  I was quite pleasantly stoned, and was enjoying myself
immensely.  I continued to undress her with my eyes.

     "Yeah... that's what *she* said," she quipped with a devilish grin.
As I passed the joint back to her, I noticed her eyes were beginning to
redden.  "I think this thing is spent, babe."  She set it down in the
ashtray.  She stared at her Beck's for several long moments, transfixed
by the geometric patterns forming by the condensation on the bottle,
then asked "Where is Bremen, honey?"

    "It's in northern Germany.  Somewhat close to Hamburg, a port city
on the North Sea."

     "You don't mind, do you, babe?  I'm feeling kinda drowsy."  She
smiled innocently, and wrapped her dainty hand around my back as she lay
her head on my lap.  I looked down at the sight of her slender body
laying on its side, with her jeans highlighting the enticing curves of
her firm ass.

     "Umm, I hope you realize that I might 'rise to the occasion', if
you catch my drift,"  I informed her with a wide grin.  I was alluding
to the likely consequences of my cock being so close in proximity to her
face, not to mention her mouth.

     "I hope you realize that it's not as if I was exactly oblivious to
your rather painfully obvious erections," she told me with a chuckle.
"Sheesh!  Did you possibly think I was under the impression that you had
a crescent wrench in your pocket pressing into my belly?!  I *knew* you
were glad to see me."   She giggled as she did, then continued as I
observed her with a wide grin.

     "And quite frankly, I was flattered.  I think the world of you.
You've let me proceed in this alliance at my own speed.  You've never
pressured me once to go any farther than I wanted to go.  You've let me
define the parameters of this relationship, babe.  You've respected me
in every way.  In fact, despite my limited experience in such matters,
I'm pretty sure that I... well, there's no other way to say this... I'm
pretty sure I love you, Danny."  She looked me directly in the eyes, and
I felt an instantaneous tightening in my chest.  There was an
uncomfortable pause in the conversation while we both considered what
she had just said.  At this point, I think I would be best depicted as
"pleasantly dazed".  In retrospect, I must have suspected it; but to
hear her actually *say* it was quite a different story.  Quite a
different story indeed.

     "Yes, I'm quite sure of it.  I'm in love with you," she said rather
abruptly.  She looked up into my face for a response.  I wasn't really
certain of what, if any, emotions were showing.  "I hope you aren't
alarmed, but you're intelligent, you're really funny, you're kind,
you're informed, you tend to be gentle, and, last but not least, you're
pretty good looking."  She was wearing a radiant smile as she moved her
head upwards to kiss me sensuously on the lips, and by looking into her
eyes I could sense she had meant every word she said.  I was quite
exhilarated.

     "But it *was* a crescent wrench, babe... how did you know?"  I
joked.  I stalled for time as I wondered what I'd say to her after her
stunning revelation.  "And I *was* glad to see you. Very glad.  And I
think the world of you as well, honey.  You're very intelligent, you're
loving, you're kind, you're polite, and, you may think I'm going out on
a limb here, but you're quite beautiful to me.  You really are."  I
looked to see her blushing slightly as I spoke.

      "And although I have only one or two past experiences to compare
it with, you can rest assured that I love you as well, girlfriend."  I
pulled her up to me and we engaged in an ardent kiss, sharing our
tongues, our lips, our passion.  I lazily stroked her hair as she
reposed her body to the couch, laying her head on my lap. "I do love
you, Beth," I assured her, and looked down to see her beaming radiantly.
"And I'm in love with you as well," I concluded frankly.  There.  I said
it.  It seemed as if a tremendous weight was lifted off of my shoulders.
On the other hand, I could just eliminate all of the melodrama and just
say it felt good.  And it did.  It felt good.

     "You know, I think the two of us had sensed we both loved each
other, but both of us knew of the impending repercussions.  On one hand,
you are looking forward to law school at the U of A, while on the other
hand, I'm planning to get my masters degree at UC Berkeley," she told
me, reaching up to gently caress my hair. .

     "Yeah, I know, Beth, and I've given it some thought as well.  Who's
to say that you couldn't get a job here?"  I posed the question to her,
thinking my logic was sound.  I hoped.  I was pretty ripped myself.
"And who's to say I couldn't come out there?" I blurted it out before I
had really known what I was saying.

     "That's definitely possible, but do you know what?  We have a
couple of years or so until we cross that bridge," she pointed out,
looking me in the eyes as she went on.  "I suggest we stop worrying so
much about the future, and simply enjoy each other now.  Enjoy the
moment, as the maxim goes.  Do you have any objections to that?" she
said to me while grinning nervously.  "Man, I'm higher than a jaybird!"
she exclaimed joyfully with a wide grin on her face, then abruptly stood
up and grabbed my hand.  "Come on... I have an idea," she instructed me
with a soft smile rather mysteriously.   She took my hand in hers, I
followed her wordlessly as she led me down a hallway to the door of what
I assumed to be her room.

     "C'mon in... lover," she said rather huskily, tittering nervously
as she opened the door to her room.  Her matter-of-fact use of the term
'lover' thrilled me.  The room definitely had a counterculture feel to
it, with Peter Max and Grateful Dead posters tacked to the walls.  There
was a Jimi Hendrix poster hanging on the wall as well, and she even had
one of those 'Desiderata' posters up.  The room held a faint trace of
strawberry incense, as if it had been recently burned there, and it had
quite a pleasing effect overall.

      A small flickering candle on her dresser provided the only light
in her room, with the end result being that the room had an almost eerie
glow to it.  I noticed a futon in one corner of the room, and she nudged
me toward it.  "Sit down, sweetie.  Make yourself at home.  Do you like
my room?" she asked softly as she sat down on the edge of the futon.  As
I watched, she lit a stick of incense.

      "What's not to like?  It's definitely you, babe," I told her.
"And do you mean by 'make yourself at home' that I can take off my shoes
and socks and throw them randomly around the room?"   Upon seeing her
engagingly smile, I joined her by slowly easing myself to the thin
mattress beside her.  As I reached the soft bedding, she pulled me close
and kissed me warmly, wrapping her arms around me gently and easing to
the bed, pulling me on top of her.

      "Help me take off my top," she whispered breathlessly while
looking lovingly into my eyes.  I was quite pleased at the direction
this thing appeared to be heading.  I reached down and loosely grasped
the bottom hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head as she held her
arms out, and cast it aside.

      As I expected, her breasts were superb.  They weren't large
ponderous breasts, which I consider rather cumbersome, but her breasts
seemed so... elegant, for lack of a better term.  Conical is the word I
find coming to mind when I try to attach a descriptive term, but it
isn't quite accurate.  Perhaps 'economical' would be more apt, as in
'more than a handful is a waste', and they seemed to defy gravity.  Her
breasts projected out inconspicuously from her chest with small
dime-sized areolas, with nice prominent nipples jutting proudly upward,
and her creamy mounds of flesh contrasted sharply with her deeply tanned
body.

      I quickly removed my own shirt, leaning into her to kiss her
tender well-formed lips as she pulled me tightly to her body.  Her perky
nipples pressed into my chest, and our breathing quickened considerably.
I kissed Beth passionately, sliding my tongue between her slightly
parted lips, our tongues intermingling excitedly in our mouths, and
maintaining eye contact as we did, expressing the desire within our
eyes.

     I moved the kiss from her soft lips, lazily meandering across her
face to her lithe neck, lightly sucking and kissing the smooth skin I
found there, and she began to ease her fingers through my hair as I
hesitantly continued to her delicate breasts.  I kissed all over her
small firm breasts, licking and gently nibbling her erect nipples, with
her dainty fingers pulling more urgently at my hair, and her murmuring
almost inaudibly.  Her legs had subtly separated on the futon, and I
found myself between them as I kissed, nibbled, and licked across her
flat belly, teasing her navel with a tapered tongue.  I looked up into
her captivating eyes, and she was looking toward me with a serene smile
on her face.

     As we exchanged loving gazes, I brought my hands to the top of her
jeans, and I worked the button free and her zipper down.  I positioned
my grip to the sides of her pants, and with concurrent nods of our
heads, she lifted her hips slightly off of the futon, and I took my time
leisurely removing her pants, drinking in the enchanting view.  In the
dim light, her panty-clad body appeared lovely, and I was quite sure it
would have held up in the full light of day.

     Her panties hugged tightly to her hips, and despite the reduced
light, the wet spot on her underwear was evident.  I found myself aware
of the sensual aroma arising from her womanly charms, and it was a
seductive essence.  I started to undo the button on my jeans in the
first act of shedding them, but then her hand rested on mine.  Beth
looked at me and made a simple request.  "Don't.  Let me."

     She stood up abruptly, and gently pushed me onto my back, looking
at me with a sexy smile as she worked to undo the button on my jeans.
When the button was free, she slowly pulled down my zipper, and moved
her hands to the belt loops on the side of my pants.  I looked at her
and smiled, lifting my hips, and she inched them down, then removed them
from my legs.  She immediately stared wide-eyed at my rising swollen
shaft, unrestrained by the constraints of boxers or jockeys.  It seemed
as if she wanted to say something, hesitated a few moments, and then
decided against it.

      Instead, she tentatively moved her hand toward my stiff rod, and
she then wrapped her fingers lightly around it.  I was watching her
dainty hand, and from where I was lying, it seemed as if Beth was
acclimating herself to the texture of my hardness.  She gazed over into
my face, wearing only a soft smile, and with her soft hand initiating a
gentle motion up and down the throbbing length of my cock.  The
sensations I was experiencing from her hands' introduction to my pulsing
shaft were varied.  They were sensuous and thrilling.  There were
elements of passion and desire.

      All of her tender stroking had caused a somewhat large drop of
pre-cum to accumulate on the swollen head, and she stopped what she was
doing, bringing her finger to the swollen head of my hard prick.  Beth
lazily smeared the slit on my cockhead, gathering up my pre-cum, and she
looked at me with uncertainty in her eyes, bringing her finger to her
pursed lips.  In one smooth motion, she tasted my juices, then slid her
finger seductively into her mouth.  As she pulled a clean finger from
her mouth, she locked onto my eyes, and casually shrugged one shoulder
and tilted her head, as if to say, 'What was all the fuss about?'

     I noticed a slight sheen of perspiration on Beth's forehead and
upper breasts, and her pert breasts glistened in the soft light.  I took
in the enticing view of her standing in front of me, and I reached out
my hands to her panties, hooking my thumbs in her scant covering and
easing it slowly down her slender legs.  She was standing in front of me
naked, and as I appreciated her nude form, I thought I could scarcely
make out a crease between her legs before she quickly eased into bed
beside me.

      We lay side by side, looking into each other's faces, and Beth
leaned in to kiss me, taking my face in her hands as she delivered her
tongue between my welcoming lips.  I situated my hand on her slightly
rounded hip, feeling her perky breasts resting against my chest, and
sucking softly on her tongue as it danced wildly in my mouth.  My hand
eventually wandered to the junction of her thighs, where the narrow
spread of her legs was gradually widening, and she commenced to kissing
and lightly sucking upon my neck.  I moved my fingers slowly to her
finely-haired pubic mound.

     She was still sucking on my neck with inspired fervor as I lazily
ran my finger along the glistening lips of her dewy slit, and I knew
then I had to taste her.  I gently dipped a finger into her tight quim,
and she stopped sucking on my neck to gasp softly.  Looking into her
exuberant face, I brought my finger to my lips, tasting her piquant
juices, and she paid deliberate attention to me licking her juices with
enthusiasm.  I returned my hand to where her legs met her body, and
slowly ran my finger up along the length of her puffy lips, avoiding her
erect clit purposely.

     One finger was inserted into her wet grasping pussy, then two
fingers, and I started a slow rhythm within her.  She pulled my face
down to her lips and kissed me with smoldering need, darting her tongue
in and out of my mouth.  Taking her face in my hand while softly
stroking her hair, I kissed her in a manner skirting on bawdy.  I
repeatedly thrust my tongue into her mouth, only to be lustily greeted
by hers, and gradually eased my face away.  Kissing and licking my way t
o her pert breasts, I focused on one of her perky nipples, then the
other, and bathed them lovingly with a flattened tongue, softly sucking
upon them.  Conceiving of an unbusied approach to sucking and nibbling
across her flat stomach, I carried it out, and brought one hand to
caress her taut breasts, while the other moved lazily towards her dewy
slit.

     As I reached her hollowed navel, I searched it with the tip of my
tongue as my hand meandered to her sparse pubic mound, and I brought two
fingers upwards along her very wet pussy.  I slowly moved my fingers
within her pouty lips, feeling how wet she had become, and I kissed and
nibbled toward her wispy-thin triangle.  Feeling her hands on my head,
delicately urging me downward to the source of her fragrant essence, I
gladly accepted her hint, moving my head between her widespread legs.  I
appreciatively took in the sight of her soaked pussy, and as I inhaled
her fragrant bouquet, I noted the widespread lips of her labia, gleaming
in the paltry light of the flickering candle.  I moved to kiss her inner
thighs, both of them, kissing and licking all the way to where her legs
met her torso, but not yet touching her dripping center.

     I felt her hands return to the back of my head, softly gripping my
hair, and I flattened my tongue and drew it vertically along the length
of her swollen lips, delighting in the taste of her savory juices.  I
perceived a soft moan coming from Beth's lips, and after running my
tongue along her swollen lips, I searched out her tight hole.  Gently
sucking on her distended lips, drawing her tender flesh in my mouth, and
upon releasing it, I eased my tongue into her.  At the same time, I
gently insinuated my hands beneath her splendid ass, reveling in the
feel of her firm flesh.  I heard her moan again, a bit louder this time,
and the hands on the back of my head applied a faint pressure as I
pushed my tongue impetuously into her juicy cunt.

     Easing my tongue in and out of her dewy slit, a moderate rhythm
developed itself, and as I peeked up at Beth from between her raised
thighs, I saw her eyes closed tightly, with an almost inappreciable
smile crossing her face.  I luxuriated in her abundant juices as I ran
my tongue along the length of her once more, this time stopping when I
reached her proud nub, and took a few playful stabs at her core with my
tongue.  I bathed it lightly with my tongue several times, and this time
when I glanced at her, her head was moving back and forth, eyes still
tightly closed, but this time what would have to be described as a
tight-lipped grin was affixed on her face.  I tenderly surrounded her
swollen clit with my lips, and applied a very light suction to it, and
her hands pulled my face tightly toward her.  Sucking harder, I heard a
very low-toned stream of incoherent language being emitted from her
lips, as her hips begin to rise up toward my face, with almost
imperceptible jerks of her soaked pussy toward my welcoming mouth.

     Taking a few playful swipes of my tongue at her feisty clit, I then
ran my tongue up the length of her juicy cunt.  Wrapping my lips around
her bulging clitoris, she emitted a sound resembling sort of a
high-pitched mewling, tightening her thighs closely around my head,
tight enough to become worrisome, until she finally went limp on the
futon, breathing heavily.  I made a trail of kisses across her stomach
and her breasts, then quickly shifted my weight and positioned myself by
her side.  I slid my arm underneath her lithe neck, and looked at her
attractive face for several minutes as she recovered from her
consummation.  She turned to me and smiled unrestrainedly.

    "Wow! No one has ever done that for me before, Danny... ever!" she
gushed, her lovely face radiantly beaming. She kissed me impetuously
while wrapping her arms around me, slipping her tongue inside my mouth
to meet mine.  "Thank you, and I mean it," she said.  She paused with a
look of bemused surprise on her face.  "Hmm... so that's what I taste
like, eh?"

     "That's you, babe, do you like it?  I know I do," I told her and
smiled, and saw her blush slightly.  "And don't mention it.  I'm really
quite surprised I am the first to taste you.  I really am.  In fact, I'm
honored.  I can tell you honestly that I've wanted to taste your pu...,"
I started to say, then corrected myself, "I mean, umm... taste your
'kitty', yeah, that's what I'll call it, from about the first day I met
you," I informed her with more than a fair amount of honesty, and kissed
her softly on the lips.

     "You can say 'pussy' in front of me, Danny!  And if I must remind
you, a few moments ago you had your tongue in mine," she pointed out to
me and giggled.  "Girls use it pretty commonly these days," she informed
me with a shy titter.  "I mean, I try not to say it too often, but girls
generally don't say 'he put his pee-pee in my vagina'.  'Pee-pee' is way
too schoolyard, while 'vagina' is far too clinical, although I'm pretty
sure 'vagina' is from the Latin for sheath, which I think is a fairly
apt description," Beth informed me.  "From the first day you met me,
huh?  Color me flattered.  So why didn't you say anything?  And where
did you come up with that 'kitty' thing?"

     "'Why didn't I say anything?" I repeated her words for effect, and
explained,  "I think that's in Chapter 2 of the book _How to Get a Woman
to Instantly Despise You_   'Excuse me, ma'am, but may I eat your
pussy?'  Doesn't usually work, unless you happen to be in the Red Light
district and have a few hundred dollars in your pocket," I explained to
her with a grin.

     "And I'd still like to hear the origin of 'kitty'.  I have a
feeling I'll be rapt."

      "Oh, the 'kitty' thing," I said, looking over at Beth's elegant
features, "an old girlfriend of mine used it to describe her
'intimates', shall we say. And to be perfectly frank with you, hearing
you say 'pussy' somewhat excites me."

      "It shows, honey," she grinned, "and what shall we call this?" she
inquired snickering, pointing at the throbbing cock jutting from my
body. "Hmmm... let's see, 'pee-pee' doesn't seem to do it justice, and
'dick' is a tad schoolyard, I think... so in this situation, I think we
should call it a 'cock' by default," she declared with a calm smile,
demonstrating her expertise in the field of street semantics.  "But in
your case, maybe we should call it your 'big, hard, pulsing cock'."

     "So, Danny... shall we proceed to the next step, darlin'?  I
believe I want you inside of me," she told me smiling, knowing she was
driving me to my limits.  "To be precise, I want *this* thing," she said
while wrapping her dainty hand around my hard shaft,  "your 'big, hard,
pulsing cock' inside of me," Beth purred softly, a bit beyond mere
suggestiveness, shocking me with her candor.

      It took several moments for me to digest all of the information
Beth had dispersed in the last several minutes, but knowing of Beth's
unending enjoyment from shocking me, I tried to collect myself.

     "Beth, believe me, I want to 'get in your pants', to use a
not-so-subtle euphemism.  And I also would like to get my 'big, hard,
pulsing cock', your term, inside of you -- you can be sure of that --
but what about birth control?  The last thing we need is a child.  Well,
maybe not exactly the last thing; the last thing might be if we were
fused together at the hips.  But you get my point... and I don't carry a
rubber in my wallet.  Never have."

      "It's a moot point, Danny.  I'm on the Pill," she said, surprising
me yet again.  "And call me naive, but I don't see you as an intravenous
drug user, and we already discussed the homo thing... excuse me, that's
'gay' thing, Mr. Politically Correct, and I don't think you're either
one of them.  Call me a novice, or call me in love, or you can call me
both, but I don't want you wearing anything.  Why?" she asked
rhetorically, and before I could respond,  "You don't have to wear
anything because I love you, Danny.  And loving you includes trusting
you not to do anything to hurt me.  And I do trust you," she asserted.
"But for one who delivered such an eloquent discourse on the discomfort
of using condoms, I'm quite touched by the fact you were considering
purchasing one to use for our 'sexual congress', your term," she said.
I didn't detect any sarcasm in her voice, which was something in itself.
"No wonder I love you, Danny," she said.  Somewhat out of character, she
didn't smile.

     "Are you sure, Beth? This could change our relationship
drastically, you know," I told her, secretly hoping she wouldn't change
her mind.  "I want to do this as much as you do, honey... damn, I want
to do this... but I don't want to do anything to endanger our
friendship." I looked to see her silently nodding, looking at me
intently.  "We both know what sexual relationships can do to
friendships.  It can make bitter enemies of former good friends.  It
would kill me to place our unique love affair in jeopardy," I told her,
and proceeded to put the ball in her court.  "So this is what I'm going
to do...  I'm leaving it up to you.  If you think we can navigate our
intimate friendship through the treacherous tides of sexual intimacy,
then so be it.  We'll do it," I said, looking over at her attractive
face, hoping she would easily refute my logic.  I was counting on it.

    "Okay, Danny," she said to me almost immediately.  She paused
momentarily to consider her next words.  "Here's the way I see it --
one, we may ruin our relationship, which is doubtful, but remains a
possibility -- on the other hand, we may *strengthen* our relationship.
Are we willing to risk it?  I don't know about you, but I am.  Baby, I
can see your point at being reluctant to risk our friendship, and I
appreciate your unselfishness to point those risks out, but Danny,
please consider this point -- we don't *resemble* any other couple!"

     "And two, I think this bond is plenty strong to withstand, and I
quote, 'the treacherous tides of sexual intimacy'; nice metaphor by the
way, babe," she opined parenthetically, and continued without skipping a
beat.  "Hell, I've known girls who have had five lovers and more in the
year and a half we've been, quote/unquote, 'acquainted', if you will.
And Danny... you haven't had any lovers.  I'd know.  The school isn't
that big.  Granted, it's big, but not big enough for the juicier bits of
the girls' grapevine to elude me," she explained, and again she had a
point.

      "People already think we're doing each other now, Danny," she told
me, and again, she had yet another point.  Most of my friends, both male
and female, suspected our denials were an amateurish attempt to be
inconspicuous.  If I were an outsider, I'd have likely thought the same
thing.  I think we may have even had a sexual 'glow' about us.  Only
without the sex.  I believe I was convinced.

      I took her tightly into my arms, running my hands down her back to
gently cup the rounded globes of her firm ass, thrusting my tongue
deeply into her mouth.  Easing her onto her back, she slowly spread her
slender legs, giving me a sultry smile.  I gently wound my hands through
her long silken strands, kissing her very tenderly at the corners of her
sensuous lips.  My hand meandered down to her downy pubic area, slowly
approaching to her excited swollen pussy.

      As my fingers grazed her wet labia, I kissed her soft lips
passionately, our tongues madly dancing within our mouths. I kissed my
way to her lean neck, gently kissing and licking my way to her shoulder,
and then continuing down to her milky-white breasts.  Her erect nipple
found its way to my mouth, and I ran my tongue softly against her perky
flesh, trailing to her other nipple.  Her fingers entwined in my hair as
I slowly descended down her flattened tummy, kissing and nibbling my way
to the beginning of her sparse pubic triangle.

      Reaching the junction of her thighs, she spread her legs widely,
bending them at the knee.  I moved to kiss and suck lightly on her inner
thighs, and her hands were in my hair as I kissed ever so closer to her
saturated flower.  The center of her flowing slit attracted my kisses,
and I drew her distended lips into my mouth, tasting her tart juices.  I
moved down to the beginning of her sultry womanhood, and I flattened my
tongue, slowly bringing it up the length of her soaked pussy, and
stopping when I arrived at her upright clit.  Lightly swiping my tongue
across her sensitive nub, and her hands on my head pulled me tightly
against her body.

     Looking up at her face, she silently mouthed the words 'I want you
now', and I kissed and licked my way across her flat belly.  I arrived
at her elegant breasts, kissing and licking on one, then the other, and
finally reached her radiant face.  Very softly at first, I kissed her,
then with increasing passion as I eased my tongue into her mouth.  She
met mine with enthusiasm, our tongues wrestling within each other's
mouths, and I positioned the bulging head at the entrance to her soaked
excitement.  Tempted to thrust my stiff prick deeply inside of her,  I
instead rubbed the swollen head all along the source of her moisture,
gathering up her lubrication for my initial entry.

     Looking deeply into her mesmerizing eyes I applied firm, yet gentle
pressure into her, I slid inside of her, and I was in awe of the amazing
tightness of her sweet cunt.  There was a look of muted elation on the
face of the woman I loved, and I initiated a slow easy rhythm within
her, feeling her arms around my back, pulling me close.  As I began to
thrust harder and deeper into her lubricated quim, I took her perky
nipples into my mouth, at first one, then the other, tenderly bathing
them with my tongue.  Her tight wet pussy was the target of my pistoning
hard cock, and as my swollen balls slapped lightly against her superb
derriere, she positioned her hands on my ass, pulling me even deeper
within her.  I moved my face to the side of her neck, sucking and
licking on her smooth skin there, and she whispered provocatively in my
ear, "Yes, Danny!  Fuck me!  Oh baby!  Fuck me hard!" lost in the throes
of passion.

      When I heard her enthusiastic pleas, I pounded her drenched pussy
mercilessly, and she met my every thrust with a very alluring expression
on her attractive face.  Continuing to hammer into her tight slit, Beth
pulled me down to her to kiss me with heartfelt emotion, and I could
sense that familiar feeling in the back of my swollen balls.  She was
moving her head from side to side, her eyes tightly closed, and I
continued to drive my shaft deeply into her.

     Suddenly, she wrapped her legs around the back of my thighs, and as
I drove into her deeply, she began to utter a subdued stream of rousing
off-color language into my ear.  Releasing a deluge of warm pearly white
cum into her womb, I could feel her vaginal walls contracting around me,
and I moved my lips to hers, kissing her with love and affection.
Backing my face away until I was inches from her pretty face, I gazed
into her pretty blue-gray eyes, and she smiled lovingly at me.  We
rested in silence for several minutes before Beth spoke.

     "Danny... I *loved* that -- we were loving, we were intimate, we
were passionate -- we didn't just fuck... we *made love*," she said
dreamily.

     "I'm glad you enjoyed it, girlfriend.  I very much enjoyed it
myself," I told her without pretense, "And fucking comes later... we'll
work up to that," I told her with a wide grin.

      "That's not funny!" she said as she punched my arm semi-sharply.
"We just shared an amazing intimate experience," she said with
conviction, "or don't you see it that way?" .

     "I'm sorry.  I was just being a wise-ass.  You're right, baby. It
*was* special. It *was* intimate. It *was* passionate," I told her.  I
attempted to repair her hurt feelings.

      "Really?" she asked, looking to see me nodding with a smile on my
face. "You know, I was worried about that somewhat, given all of your
sexual experience."

     "Beth, I'm *not* all that sexually experienced.  I stayed with my
first girlfriend for five years," I said.

     "I believe you, Danny.  I appreciate your honesty when dealing with
your sordid past," she said grinning, looking at me with affection.
"And just to clear this little issue with no misunderstandings, when I
said 'no one has ever done this for me before', or something to that
effect, I didn't only mean 'oral sex', although now I know the reason
it's called 'giving head'. I meant no one had ever given me an *orgasm*.
You know, climax.  Spasm.  'Riding the pony'.  Discharge.  Getting off.
The big 'O'.  Cum.  You're the first, Danny... other than my own hand,
that is," she said with an impertinent smile on her face.  "But they
were *nothing* like the rapture you bestowed upon me a little while ago.
Again, thank you.  I love you, babe.  And I'll see if I can maybe make
it up to you," she said with something of an inviting grin of her face.

    "Wow... what about all of your other boyfriends?"  I inquired of
her, sincerely wanting to know the answer, and feeling quite full of
myself with the knowledge that I had brought her initial orgasm.  Well,
other than her own hand.  "And why are you on the Pill?" I asked her,
almost as an afterthought.

    "Haven't I already told you that I only had two 'real' boyfriends?"
she reminded me, and I realized she had told me.  "And by 'real', I
meant that I 'did it' with them or 'went all the way'.  'Going all the
way' consisted of two lousy minutes, and that's giving them the benefit
of the doubt, of unfocused humping and heavy breathing.  And the Pill?
Well, neither of my so-called lovers wore protection, and I started
thinking what a tragedy it would have been to have either one of those
sphincters' children.  So I listened, I read a lot, and then marched
right up to the public clinic and obtained the pill.  Just in case.  And
then I met you.  Like I said, you've let me advance at my own pace --
and I love you for it.  You see, I was a pretty protected kid when I was
growing up.  An all-girl Catholic high school, not being able to date
until I was 16, a sexually-repressed mother and father who didn't bother
teaching me about the 'facts of life'.  At all," she said, sounding
pretty exasperated.  I put my arm around her shoulder, thinking the
all-girls school and not being able to date until she was 16 would go a
long way in explaining why she only had two boyfriends.

     "You seemed to do more than okay a little while ago.  How did...,"
I began to say when Beth cut in.

     "I listened a lot.  You'd be surprised at how randy the things that
are said in the girls' locker room or bathroom are.  I've heard girls
bragging they screwed some trophy lay, like a professor or something.  I
don't know if it was true, but I've heard certain professors had
creative ways of allowing you to earn 'extra credit', if you will," she
said with a displeased expression on her face.  "I read quite a bit.
And actually, I was just more or less following your lead.  I trusted
you, and you proved worthy of that trust," she expressed, then said,
"And best of all... you lasted more than two minutes," laughing as she
did, and kissing me sweetly when she was through.

     "Yeah, I was good for at least three, and hell, I might even have
lasted *four* minutes," I kidded her, and looked to see her giggling.
"Believe it not, I was a two-minute man myself in the early stage of the
game.  I kinda think we all are," I told her honestly.

      "Umm... how old were you at this so-called 'early stage of the
game'?" she inquired, looking at me with sincere interest.

      "Now, I'm going to be honest with you here, so don't brand me as
promiscuous or anything," I bargained with her.  "Fourteen."

      "Well, it's not like I've never heard of that before.  Just out of
curiosity... how old was she?  And while I'm at it, what was her name?"
she asked.  I was quite surprised she had asked me those questions.

      "You know what, Beth?  I'll be damned if I even remember it.  You
see, I was really drunk, you see, and...," I started to say when I
looked at her to see her rolling her eyes.  "No, I'll be honest... she
was a *mature* 13.  And her name was Rae; pretty name, huh?  And I might
point out, we stayed together for about five years, so I haven't had a
boatload of girlfriends either," I said, wondering what reaction she
would have.

      "Rae, huh?  You're right.  It is a pretty name.  It sounds to me
as if you were both rather 'precocious', shall we say.  Did you love
her?  And, did you, well, you know... do everything?" she asked me
hesitantly.

      "Yeah, I guess we were precocious in a sense," I told her.  "She
was my first.  And yes, I loved her.  And, I think we did everything
that a 'normal' heterosexual couple does, but I guess it depends on how
you define 'normal'."

        "Woman on top, huh?  Let's just say that I'm intrigued," she
said smiling, leering at me. "Did she, umm, you know... umm, orally
satisfy you?"  Beth nervously struggled to ask me.

        "Why, yes she did, Beth... why do you ask?" I inquired, curious
as to where this line of questioning was leading.

        "Well... I think I want to do it for you," she said, and as she
was saying the words I felt myself begin to stiffen.  "No, I'm *sure* I
want to do it for you.  I mean, you did it for me and made me feel so
good... I'm pretty sure I want to return the favor... it's only fair,"
she told me, and I felt a huge smile growing on my face.

        "First of all, you would do it for *us*;not for me.  And it's
not about 'fair', darlin'.  I did what I did to you because I *wanted*
to.  And I enjoyed it.  Are you sure, honey?  I mean...," I was about to
say when she cut in.

        "I've been thinking about it since you made me cum so
beautifully tonight.  I can't begin to describe the sensations I felt.
It's the least I can do... and better yet, I *want* to do this.  I want
to make you feel as good as you made me feel.  Simply put, I want to
taste you, Danny," she said with resolve, and as my erection rose up
even more, she looked at my face for a reaction.

        "Okay, honey... if you're sure," I told her. "I'm game," I
concluded, kissed her enthusiastically, and rolled over on my back.  The
fact was, I was *way* more than merely game.  I think I might have been
World Series in relation to 'game', if that's a reasonable analogy.
That is to say, 'considerably more than game'.

       With that, she climbed on top my body and lay on top of me.  She
kissed me on the lips, hesitantly and with her lips closed at first, and
then she gradually became more aggressive with her sweet kisses.  I ran
my hands softly over her exquisite rounded ass, feeling her hair reach
my hands, and she eased her tongue into my mouth, swirling her tongue in
unison with mine.  Stroking her hair from the middle of her back to
where it ended at her splendid ass, she raised her head and looked
directly into my eyes.  I saw hints of love. I saw suggestions of
desire. I saw fragments of pleasure.

     I looked to see her smile slightly, then she moved her soft lips to
the side of my neck, licking and sucking tenderly, and she slowly
started to descend down my body.  She paused as she came to my erect
nipples, pausing to bathe each one with her tongue as she softly sucked
upon them, drawing a low moan from my lips.  She looked up at me and
smiled when she heard me moan, then very deliberately and slowly kissed
and nibbled her way across my stomach, and I felt her firm breasts on
the top of my thighs.  She very briefly inserted her tongue into my
navel, and then she very slowly kissed a path to the top of my pubic
hair.

     "Danny, I've never done this before," she told me in a nervous
whisper as she looked up at me expectantly.  "I want to do this for
you... for us, but I don't really know how to go about it.  Will you
tell me what to do?"

     "This might surprise you, honey, but I've never done it in my
somewhat brief history either," I pointed out in a soft tone while
grinning at her, but when I noticed her begin to frown, I hurried to
quell her fears.  "Look Beth, first of all, I'm quite honored I'll be
your first.  Secondly, I don't want you to do this if you're not sure.
And lastly, don't worry about it, baby. Just the fact that you have your
hand on my cock is thrilling enough to me.  Just do what seems natural,"
I reassured her while looking at her enchanting face, "and I'm sure
you'll do just fine."

    Kissing in the area near the beginning of my pubic growth,
continuing downward until my straining cock gently poked her beneath her
chin, she pulled her head away slightly.  She looked down at my swollen
shaft, and I noticed her very seductively, if not purposely, slowly
licking her lips, and she gently wrapped her fingers around my prick.
Very slowly, she lowered her head to my shaft, and I felt her hair
flowing over my thighs as she hesitantly kissed on the crown.

      Tentatively sticking her tongue out of her mouth, she lightly
touched the skin beneath the sensitive bulging head, and feeling me
twitch, she quickly moved to the base of my manhood.  She slowly drew
her tongue up my swollen length, and when she reached the tip, she
looked into my eyes and smiled, taking the bulging head into her mouth.
I felt her tease the sensitive underside of my stiff cock with a lively
tongue as she took more of my prick into the sweet recesses of her
mouth, and I noticed as she slowly withdrew my hardness from her mouth
her sensuous lips had formed a perfect 'o'.

      Upon reaching the expanded head of my straining prick, she teased
the underside before plunging me into the back of her mouth, and the
effect was very arousing.  She initiated a slow process, moving back and
forth on my swollen rod, and I gently insinuated my hands into her hair,
gently grasping her head to guide her.  She continued these movements
for what seemed like five minutes, and the mere fact her pretty face was
sliding up and down my hard tool was bringing me close to eruption,
despite the fact we had just made love a little while ago.
Occasionally, she would look me directly in the eye, with love and an
intimation of a grin in her eyes, and she would apply even greater
suction.  I felt a familiar sensation rising in my balls, and I thought
it only fair to warn her of my impending release.

     "Baby," I grunted softly,  "I think I'm going to cum," I warned
her, pretty confident I was being truthful in my appraisal.

     "Umm... isn't that the point?"  she said softly in a hushed voice
quite logically after she backed her lips off of my pulsing prick, with
a note of both confusion and slight irritation.  Apparently she wasn't
familiar with the term 'spitter'.

      "If you say so, lover," I told her, and I watched as she attacked
my swollen shaft with a renewed vigor.  She began to move her lips along
my hard cock, all the while applying her tongue to the sensitive
undersurface, and she advanced until the head touched the back of her
mouth.  She must have sensed I was close, as she began to bob her head
quickly up and down my pulsing rod, and just as she looked into my eyes
I unleashed my first torrent of cum inside her mouth.  She registered a
look of surprise on her elegant face, but gathered herself and quickly
swallowed that spurt and the resulting shots immediately following.  She
lovingly kissed and cleaned my softening shaft, and then slowly kissed
and nibbled her way up my body.

     "Beth... I love you," I told her, and pulled her face close to
mine.

     "Okay -- I don't want to seem self-serving or anything, but I have
to know -- how was I?"  she said hesitantly, with a look that evoked
sympathy.

     "You were incredible.  You were sensual, you were tantalizing, you
were sexy, you were...," I stopped in mid-sentence and looked at her.
She was positively glowing.  "Umm, ever read Bernard Malamud?"

     "Why, certainly. I read 'The Natural', I think when I was in
eleventh grade. Why do you ask?"

     "That's the one -- 'The Natural' -- except you don't hit home runs,
you give pleasure with your mouth, not to mention other areas of your
body, although I just did."

      "Really?  Good.  Because to be honest with you, I rather enjoyed
it.  I didn't really mind the taste, although it's probably not
something I'd put on an ice cream sundae.  The feeling of power was
neat.  It really was.  If you don't mind, honey, I think I'll want to do
this a lot more," she told me, her blue-gray eyes sparkling at me as she
did.

      "Aww... no way!" I pouted in mock anger.  "You've just made me a
very happy man, baby,"  I told her gleefully.  "Perhaps we ought to try
and get some shut-eye, baby.  It will be a special treat to sleep in
your arms, lover."

     "I believe you're right, lover.  Thank you for a wonderful night.
May there be many more.   Good night, baby," she said, kissing me
softly, flicking her tongue in my mouth, before nestling her head on my
shoulder.  "I love you," she whispered into my ear.

     "Thank *you*, baby... and I love you too," I said, kissing her
forehead, and we were sleeping in each other's arms fairly quickly after
our amorous night.

     After that eventful evening, we evolved into a rather passionate
relationship, as we both enjoyed the charms of each other's bodies, and
we took steps to indulge in those charms at every opportunity.  We also
continued to smoke reefer a little more than occasionally, and enjoyed
the sense of intimacy the smoke seemed to provide.  We parted on amiable
terms after we left school, as neither of us were quite ready for
marriage.  She went home to San Diego, Mission Beach to be exact, and I
stayed in Tucson to attempt to try and write a few stories I had some
ideas for, getting them down on paper before entering law school.


     The sweet fragrance of Beth's recently washed hair shook me out of
my reverie.  She was simply gorgeous. I hadn't seen her for a number of
years, and although we talked only occasionally on the phone, we managed
to remain very close friends over the years, albeit platonic friends.
We still professed our love for one another, and I believe we were being
candid.  I know I was.  Which culminated in this exchange.

     "Come on in. It's great to see you.  Would you like some coffee?  I
have some French Roast I've been saving for you," I remarked while
smiling broadly, shaken from my daydream, remembering she enjoyed her
coffee on the strong side.

    "Thanks.  I'd like that.  Love the music, babe," she said as she
entered the door, and she put her arms around my neck and softly kissed
me.  I found myself fondly recalling our impassioned past, how we had
kissed and caressed desirously whenever the opportunity presented
itself.  We had listened to a bit of Steely Dan in college, and I was
pretty sure the music in the background summoned as many pleasant
memories for her as it did me.  I remembered thinking how fitting making
love to her to the sounds of "Countdown to Ecstasy" was, and that
reflection brought to mind how sublime she had looked the first time I
witnessed her unclothed on her bed.  Presently, she was looking at me
with an expression of ardent desire, and I put my arms around her waist
and pulled her close, gazing into her pretty blue-gray eyes, thankful
for my good fortune.

    "Beth, if I may be so bold... what the fuck are you doing here?!"  I
inquired, smiling widely, wanting to know the reason for this fortuitous
visit.  Then again, perhaps it wasn't so random.  It wasn't like I was
going to ask her to leave if she didn't answer me correctly.  I was just
curious to know how we happened to cross paths.

     "Danny, it's Spring Break, as you may be aware, and I had some time
off from the classes I'm teaching, and I... and I've missed you," she
explained, and I thought I noticed what resembled tears suddenly welling
in her eyes as she spoke to me.

    "Hey... please don't cry, baby," I appealed to her, taking her
tightly into my arms.  "We're together now, and I think we should enjoy
each other while we're in the same room.  An astute philosopher woman
once said to me, and I quote, 'enjoy the moment',"  I whispered, and saw
her softly smiling through her tears.  "That's better. I love to see
your beautiful smile.  And if you were wondering... I still love you,
honey."

    "Ditto," she said with a wide smile.  "I've missed you, baby.  I've
missed your laugh, I've missed your smile, I've missed your eyes, and,
most of all, I've missed your caress," she spoke with a seductive tone.

     She followed me into the kitchen as I went to prepare the coffee,
and as I finished filling the carafe, I turned to see her looking into
my eyes amorously with a soft smile on her face.  She seemed to have an
agenda to address.  The stirring in my jeans continued, and I quickly
adjusted the bulge in my pants when she briefly looked away, examining
an Escher print on my wall.

     "Umm, got something in mind?"  I asked her with a grin, reaching to
take her hand in mine, and I studied her beautiful face, with her high
cheekbones, seductive lips, and piercing blue-gray eyes.  Her hair still
reached her lovely ass, and I ached to to hold her again, smelling her
sexy perfume as I softly stroked her hair with my fingertips.  I
couldn't really name the perfume she was wearing, as I don't really keep
up with that sort of thing, but it had suggestions of musk,
strawberries, mango, and vanilla, all bundled up into one fragrance.  It
was quite enticing.

     "It's been *way* too long, Danny."   She whispered into my ear as
she put her arm around my waist, with her hand resting on my hip.  Her
arm around my waist brought back many fond memories of a time not so
long ago. "I'm getting wet just being near you," she purred with hunger
in her eyes.

     "Don't worry... the end of the millennium is near," I quipped with
a smile, and turned toward her, taking her in my arms, resting my hands
on her firm shapely ass.  I softly caressed her there, letting my hands
wander over her rounded swells, and I heard a soft sigh escape her lips.
She looked into my brown eyes lovingly, and we exchanged a heated kiss,
our tongues swirling slowly in our mouths.  I moved my hands to her
curvaceous hips, and as she massaged my lower back, I positioned one of
my hands near the button of her fatigues, slowly working the button
free.  I slowly worked her zipper down, easing her fatigues down her
softly rounded hips, and I felt her hands gliding across my chest as her
tongue darted rapidly in and out of my mouth.

     She deftly stepped out of her pants as they hit the floor. I
proceeded to slowly slide my hand down her sensitive stomach and into
her sexy black panties, and was pleasantly surprised to find her
smoothly shaven.  I sensuously sucked on her tongue as it entered my
mouth, my finger finding her moist slit, and I slowly ran my finger
along her moist swollen lips.  Bringing my wet finger to my lips, I
savored the taste of her tangy nectar as Beth gazed at me with
reawakened desire, and I eased her panties down her long slender legs.
A            mouth-watering sight, indeed.  I returned two fingers to
her now wet inviting pussy, and she unsnapped the button on my khakis
and eased the zipper down, my hard cock coming into view.

     I removed her t-shirt, revealing the striking contrast between her
deeply tanned skin and her milky-white pert breasts, and she wrapped her
hand around my throbbing essence as I softly kissed and sucked upon her
taut nipples.  My pants fell slowly to the kitchen floor, and I took her
pleasantly rounded cheeks into my hands and pulled her tightly to me,
quite certain she felt the heat of my throbbing shaft upon her flat
stomach.

     Guiding her to the kitchen table, she sat upon it, and I took a
second to take in her inviting wet slit and firm breasts.  I stepped
between her long slender legs, and as I ran my hands up her sides, she
pressed her head forward to kiss me seductively, running her tongue
along the outline of my lips.  Tracing a path of kisses down her neck, I
proceeded to her heaving chest, and I felt her hands in my hair, gently
guiding me toward her breasts.

     I arrived at her firm breasts, taking each of her excited nipples
into my mouth in turn, softly sucking and flicking my tongue until I
heard her softly moan.  Kissing my way across her flat stomach, I took
her hips in my hands as I reached the beginning of the smooth white skin
usually hidden by bikini bottoms.  Inhaling the scent of her tangy
juices as I moved to kiss both of her widely spread inner thighs, I
slowly ran my flattened tongue up the entire length of her swollen
pussy, savoring the exotic flavor of her abundant nectar.

     I eased my tongue into her grasping slit, feeling her delicate
hands on my head gently urging me onward as I begin a slow rhythm inside
her.  I pressed my tongue into her aroused pouty lips as far as I could
manage, and brought my middle finger to the tiny entrance of her
puckered rosebud.  I took a slow extended suck on her dewy slit, drawing
her distended lips into my mouth, and I bathed them with my tongue.
Easing my finger into her splendid ass, I could feel her pushing her
firm derriere toward me.

     As my finger slowly entered her ass, I surrounded her prominent
clitoris with my lips, softly sucking on her sensitive nub while lightly
caressing it with the tip of my tongue.  I heard her begin to mutter
incoherently, almost under her breath, clenching and unclenching her
fists.  My finger slid into her tight ass as I began sucking with vigor
on her proud jutting clit, and she orgasmed exuberantly, moaning and
thrusting her hips up at my face, crying out my name.  I gently removed
my finger from her puckered ring, and as I hungrily lapped her abundant
juices, she looked upward with her eyes in the back of her head, biting
her lower lip.

     She rose and kissed me with aroused desire, seductively sucking on
my tongue, tasting herself on my lips, and eased herself off of the
table.  She knelt in front of me, looking up with lust in her eyes, and
took me in her hand.  She gently kissed the swollen head, tenderly
licking away the drop of pre-cum that had formed, and then slowly
swirled her talented tongue around the bloated crown.  I looked down at
her comely face as I gently swept the hair from her eyes, and I thought
back to when we were a loving couple.  It seemed, at that moment at
least, that we still were a couple.  She began a slow motion with her
mouth, leisurely inching her lips down my pulsing cock, and she brought
her hand up to my cum-filled sac, cradling them in her palm.

      I reached down to very softly manipulate her perky nipples, and I
could have sworn she gazed up at me with a suggestion of a smile in her
eyes.  She rapidly moved her lips up and down my stiffness, and I took
her head softly in my hands to guide her, rejoicing in the incredible
pleasure her talented lips and tongue were applying to my throbbing
shaft.  I felt my cock swelling, and I thought she sensed it as well, as
she looked directly into my eyes while engulfing the length of my prick
in one motion, forcing it into her throat.  Beth brought her hands to
her pert breasts, meeting my hands there, and she joined me in gently
caressing her perky breasts.  She quickened her pace, taking the entire
length of my hard shaft into her mouth, and it slipped into her throat
as she sucked harder.

     As I began to cum into her welcoming mouth, she looked directly
into my eyes, and I noted the contentment in her pretty blue-gray eyes.
The first portion of my warm pearly white essence was propelled to the
back of her throat, and she hungrily swallowed the healthy streams of
jism that followed.  Waves of orgasmic pleasure spread throughout my
body, and I leaned on the table to keep my balance.

     After I emptied myself into her mouth, she continued to use her
tongue while sucking gently on my sensitive cock for what seemed to be
quite a while, and in time, I was hard enough to enter her again. She
seemed insatiable.  She got up from her knees, sat on the table once
again, and as she spread her legs wide for me, her glistening hole
beckoned me.  I approached her tentatively, and I rubbed the head of my
sensitive shaft along the pink flesh of her swollen pussy lips,
moistening it with her rather abundant juices.  With her hands on my
hips, she pulled me very slowly into her, muttering stimulating phrases
lustily into my ear as she did.

     I initiated a slow rhythm inside of her, and I looked down and saw
her outstretched lips clinging to my bulging cock as I withdrew.  I
thrust my stiffened shaft inside of her to the hilt as she moaned
loudly, and saw her looking up at me with abandon in her eyes.  I picked
up momentum gradually, and watched in awe as her head flailed from side
to side in pre-orgasmic ecstasy, mouthing silent phrases.

     I became aware of her fingers coming down and softly fondling her
erect clit, and as I withdrew from a powerful thrust inside her, she
reached down to position the bloated head at the entrance to her tight
ass.  I eased my hard prick into her restricting ass, very gradually
pressing into her tight asshole until my hips touched the firm flesh of
her shapely cheeks, and I began a moderate rhythm inside her puckered
rosebud.  She began to suck temptingly on my neck, whispering
enticingly, "Yes! Yes!  Fuck me, baby!" into my ear in cadence with my
thrusts as I began to fuck her harder.

      She pushed against the oncoming thrusts, wrapping her legs around
my lower back, and I continued to push deeply into her exquisite ass.
As I took one final push into her, I let out a loud moan as I unleashed
a great deal of warm pearly cum, and I could feel her contracting in
orgasm as I did.  We shared a soulful kiss as I emptied my load between
her tight cheeks, and as we gazed at each other with loving eyes, we
both broke into contented smiles.

      After lazing together on the table for about an hour or so,
gathering up our strength, cuddling and kissing each other with renewed
feeling, Beth spoke up.

    "Umm, do you think that coffee might be ready?" she asked
facetiously, kissing me with a loving tenderness on the lips.  "And I
was just wondering... do you have a bedroom in here, Danny?"

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