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From: "AJ Antonelli" <sirtj@mail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Reunion, Sir TJ, (M/F, Rom, 1st)
Date: Fri, 13 Dec 2002 17:10:03 -0500
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I arrived late, as was becoming more my custom recently.  It
amazed me how comfortable I had become with me, not needing to be
in the center of everything.  The calm, the quiet sense of self
had definitely grown on me in the past few years.  

Looking in the mirror before getting out of the car I could see
the difference.  The light wisps of grey hair around the temples
showed outside what I was feeling inside, I was growing
wiser--some may say older, but I knew the truth.  Age is a small
price to pay for wisdom.  

Walking into the crowded conference hall used to be so chaotic. 
Arriving early when the throngs of people were rushing to get
registered, get their nametags and coffee and a donut was always
so chaotic and frustrating.  I enjoy it much more now, arriving
after the "social hour", having just a couple of minutes to
mingle before the meetings began.  

Today was no different, or so I thought. I picked up a stick on
nametag, chuckling to myself at the memories of years going by. 
I remembered the times that I refused to be a part of the
"lemmings" by wearing one, then making sure that my title was
prominent for everyone to see.  Today, I just wrote "TJ", no
title, no company, just TJ, after all that's who I am.  As I
grabbed my cup of coffee I saw her, across the room... the long
brown hair, the slim figure... it had to be her, but I couldn't
be positive.  It looked like her, she was surrounded by a crowd
of admiring men - that would have been typical - my military
training took over, I had to know, but didn't want to be foolish
about it.  Then I heard her laugh and she turned her head... our
eyes met.  It was her.  Alex Kavenaugh, she who knew me better
than anyone else, the woman who probably had more impact on my
depth and maturity than anyone would ever know.  

I walked over to where she was standing; the rest of the room
seemed to fade into the background as she hugged me.

"TJ, it's good to see you, it's been a long time," she said.

"It's been too long Alex, way too long, time has been very good
to you, you look better than ever."

"Oh, time is nothing that a little exercise, a little discipline,
and a good hair color can't fix," she said with her
characteristic wit and flourish.

"Nonsense, you look wonderful.  I didn't expect to see you at
this conference.  If I had known you were going to be here I
would have decided to stay instead of making the drive back to
the city after tonight's session," I said.

"I thought that this conference could be helpful to the company,
and I came along with the H/R team, probably to chaperone," Alex
replied.

Just as I was about to ask her if she had a chaperone with her to
keep her out of trouble, the Conference Facilitator called our
meeting to order and the crowd began to flow into the auditorium.
 I saw the look of curiosity in her eyes as I went to the
platform and took my place with one of the speakers.  As I was
introduced Alex raised her cup of tea, Earl Grey with a touch of
honey, Alex wouldn't have been caught dead with coffee, and
smiled.  

I could only hope that I remembered what I had been preparing for
the past week.  She always did have a way to fluster me, damn
woman.

Today was going to be one of those roundtable discussions with
four of us speaking on leadership and ethics in business. Somehow
in the past few years I had become one of those "talking head"
experts that I used to despise so much.  I'm still not quite sure
how it started, an article for a journal, a couple of small
consulting jobs, a speaking engagement in which a local newspaper
reporter was there.

She was intrigued and wrote an article, fortunately leaving out
some of the more personal details of our interview.  The article
got picked up by some magazine and suddenly here I was speaking
at conferences of Business Executives, H/R people, government
folks, university eggheads, eager students.  I had to shake my
head in amazement at the twists and turns of life that had
brought me to this point, in this place, with her sitting in the
audience.

Alex and I went back a long time.  We had been friends in
college.  We were young, naīve, adventurous.  She dated and ended
up marrying my college roommate. He had been an avid hockey
player, good enough to go to the NHL if it weren't for injuries.
We spent many hours sitting and talking as Mark practiced or
traveled with the team.  She would repair my broken heart, and
chastise me for being a "player", she would listen to me mourn my
parents divorce and clean me up after a fight in a bar or too
much bourbon.

I had been in the wedding party when he and Alex got married.  I
remember being surprised at how jealous I was when Alex started
down the aisle.	She was the woman I loved, and I could only love
her from a distance.  A couple of years after they were married,
as I was visiting them on leave, I had probably had one too many
Long Island Iced Teas I told her of my jealousy and I kissed her.
 Fortunately, I don't think Mark ever found out, but I was so
embarrassed I packed up the next day and headed back to Fort
Campbell, promising myself that I would never interfere in their
lives again.

Life went on its normal path, I back to the army, and they to
their careers.  I survived my injuries from Desert Storm, (plus
the army put me through my PhD program), Mark didn't survive the
drunk driver.  I wanted to be there for her, but my embarrassment
and pride wouldn't let me. I sent a card and flowers, but
couldn't bring myself to be there.

The presentation went well, as presentations go.  It was probably
a good thing that for most of the presentation that the lights
were bright enough I couldn't see into the audience.  When they
turned the lights down for audience questions I caught myself
more than once being distracted by the beautiful lady sitting on
the left hand side of the auditorium.

The group broke for lunch before we had an afternoon of small
group workshops.  I was casually preparing for the small group I
was facilitating when she walked through the door and took a seat
in the front row/center.  

I looked up and smiled and she raised her hand...

"Yes," I coyly asked, looking at her over top of my glasses with
a sly smirk.

"Doctor, I'm not scheduled to be in this workshop, would you mind
if I stow away here in front?"

"As long as you promise to behave and not be too disruptive," I
responded.

She crossed her long legs underneath her long woolen skirt;
suddenly I was reminded that in her college days Alex was a bit
of a snob when it came to her clothing.  One night as we were
sitting around watching some show on television she had said,
"Panty hose? No real woman wears pantyhose... stockings and
garters are the ONLY way to dress."  What a time for that memory
to come flying back into focus from the recesses of my mind. 
Now, through no fault of her own, I was distracted, silently
thankful that I was well hidden behind the podium in front.

"I promise to be a good girl, Doctor."

Was she flirting with me?  Was she wearing a ring?  I had made
these small group presentations hundreds of times, why was it so
warm in here?  Thankfully, the answers to my questions would have
to wait as the registered part of the group began to arrive.

The presentation was an adventure.  As I was trying to present
some of my findings and thoughts I was continually interrupted by
a woman who must have thought that she was the one being paid to
be here.  I tried, as politely as I was able to steer her
disruptions back to the topic at hand, but she would have none of
it.  I could see by the look on Alex's face that she was
frustrated.  I wondered if she were being protective, or just
annoyed at the distraction.  I secretly hoped she was feeling
protective.  Finally, my frustration got the best of me.  I
stepped away from the podium, took off my glasses and said,
dripping with sarcasm, "Martha," I began.

"That's Ms. Banks," she replied.

"Martha," I continued, ... obviously there is a grievous lack in
my education and years of expertise. Since you seem to have a
much better handle on the topic at hand, perhaps you would like
to take over the podium and put some of your REPRESSED energy to
work and enlighten the group? Assuming, of course, that the rest
of the group has no problem with it." 

I calmly walked over and sat down next to Alex.  "Well, Ms.
Banks, the floor is yours..." She didn't stir; she just glared
daggers through me.  Ms. Banks, you have paid your fees, and are
entitled to be here, as are the others in this group.  Since I
can't throw you out of here, if you continue to behave like a
child then may I suggest that you can go stand with your nose in
the corner."

"You wouldn't dare!" she snarled.

"Wouldn't I?"... "Now where were we? Ah, yes..."

As I looked at Alex I could see that her cheeks were flushed. 
Had I embarrassed her, yet again? 

The rest of the presentation was routine except for the fact that
I was nervous. Following the presentation as I was gathering my
materials I looked up, hoping to see that Alex was lingering
behind.  No luck - as I looked up she was walking out with a
couple of the guys from her firm.  I shouldn't have been
surprised, she was here on business and I had been a bit harsh in
the session.  "Great job Blaine," I muttered under my breath.

I tossed my stuff in my briefcase, grabbed my sport coat off of
the back of the chair and headed for the door.  "Ah well," I
thought, "I'll grab dinner with the panel and drive back home and
call it an early evening."  I started walking down the hall when
I heard the group from Alex's firm talking about plans for dinner
and where they were all going to socialize afterwards.  I didn't
see her with them, which was good.  That way I could show up at
the same social spot just by `coincidence'.  There were times I
loved the way my mind worked.  I ran into Alex in the atrium and
we shared pleasantries about how good it was to see one another
and yes we would be here tomorrow and to have a great night.  She
hugged me and kissed me on the cheek.  I think I may have
actually blushed.

Dinner was a non event.  The group talked and laughed.  They got
a chuckle out of my run in with Martha Banks, I'm sure wondering
if the she-devil would be in there break out sessions tomorrow. 
Dinner broke up and Phil Johnson, Jennifer Webster and I decided
to go to a local place to wind down.  I quickly suggested that we
go to Mycroft's, which thankfully they agreed.

We arrived at Mycroft's before the folks from TAK and Associates
and I quickly found a place away from the entrance that was
fairly dark and offered a great view of the entire place. 
Military minds always have a way of looking for a strategically
beneficial place.  The group ordered a drink and quickly engaged
in small talk.  

Alex walked in alone.  She must be early.  She didn't see me
sitting in the corner.  It was fun to watch her.  Professional,
confident, relaxed, she oozed power.  Of course I'd go talk to
her in a bit, but for now watching the woman that she had grown
into since college was fascinating.  

There is only one problem with conventions and bars... that's
right, the bar trolls.  It didn't take long for a woman as
beautiful as Alex to attract attention.  She was holding her
own... turning down numerous drinks and offers to dance.  One
table of guys was particularly interested in her and that aroused
my suspicion.  The boldest of the group finally approached her,
she politely declined his advances.  Maybe it was the peer
pressure, maybe it was too much to drink, but he obviously didn't
like taking no for an answer.  Phil and Jen were having their own
conversation, of which I was oblivious.  

"TJ, where are you going?" asked Jen.

Phil jumped up, "TJ, hello... what's going on?"

I walked right past them, slowly walked up behind the Troll.

"Excuse me sir, what part of no don't you understand?  From where
I was sitting it's obvious the lady isn't interested," I calmly
said.

His dominance had been threatened, as I knew it would be, he
turned on me, sizing me up, "Look buddy, this is between me and
the lady and you should learn your manners and not interfere." 

"Well now, it looks like we are having a communication problem,
because I'm pretty sure I saw her declining whatever you are
selling.  Now, go back to your pack, let me buy you a beer, and
you can find another damsel to charm."   By this time one of the
guys from my Reserve unit, Kevin, who worked at the bar had
wandered over. I leaned in close to Troll Boy, "Go on back to
your friends, and don't force me to embarrass you in front of
this pretty lady and all your buddies," I whispered.

"Maj. Blaine, is there a problem sir?" Kevin asked.

"I don't think so Kevin," I never took my eyes off of Troll Boy,
"We don't have a problem here do we?"  

"No, no problem," Troll Boy said as he sulked off to the table. 

"Sir, I've got your six if they try to make trouble later." Kevin
said.

"Thanks Lieutenant, I appreciate that." I said.

I turned to look at Alex whose cheeks were flushed again, she
looked at me and smiled... but the smile dripped with ice.  

"I don't know whether I should thank you for rescuing me, or
slapping you for thinking I need rescued," she said.

"Alex, I didn't think you needed rescued, I'm sorry you took it
that way.  Let me buy you a drink and I'll head back over to the
table with my friends.  I just didn't want to see you being
harassed like that, my apologies." I went over to Kevin, asked
him to get her whatever she wants and headed back to Phil and
Jen.

Alex reached out and touched my shoulder.  "No, I'm sorry... I'm
just not used to anyone standing up for me since Mark died, I've
gotten along just fine and your appearance, the way you handle
yourself... with that woman in the group, tonight with that
guy... well it's a little unsettling for me."

I looked deep into her eyes.  "I've missed you."

She looked away and said quietly, "Me too."

We spent the time until her friends arrived talking, catching up,
and reminiscing.  When the group walked in I smiled, took her
hands, looked into her eyes and softly said, "Enjoy your evening
with your friends, I didn't mean to intrude."

"Wait," she said, "Don't leave.  Sit with us, invite your friends
over."

Looking at Jen and Phil I could tell that going back to that
table would have been more of an intrusion than staying here. 
"Are you sure?"

Alex just nodded, took me by the hand and led me over to the
table where her colleagues had gathered.  Just to be ornery I
stopped by the Trolls table and grabbed an extra chair.  "Thanks
fellas, doesn't look like you'll be needing this chair."  Alex
laughed and rolled her eyes.

She introduced me to her co-workers, I found out that she had
taken over the architectural firm that she and Mark had started
years ago.  The company had grown and had quite a reputation
especially when it came to designing medical facilities.  I could
tell that the folks that worked for Alex had tremendous respect
for her.  She was admired and trusted and that said a lot about
her.  I really enjoyed the time we spent.  Even though I was one
of the presenters at this shin-dig nobody at the table expected
me to be working that night.  As the evening got later Alex even
drug me out on the dance floor once or twice.  

Finally, I looked at my watch.  "I really need to get going. 
I've got a 45 minute drive home, and have to be back here at 730
in the morning for round two.  Thank you all for a wonderful
evening."

Alex looked at her watch and grabbed my arm.  "Walk a lady back
to the hotel first?"  

I helped her on with her coat, she put her arm in mine and out we
went.  A long slow walk back to the Marriot.  We entered the
elevator and when the door closed I turned her to me and we
kissed.  Slow and sensuous... her head tilted back, my lips found
hers, our lips parted and our tongues danced... she gently pulled
my tongue into her mouth... I suckled on her lip... she tasted
wonderful... she smelled wonderful... I struggled not to let my
senses be overwhelmed.

Finally the kiss broke; she looked up at me, grinned and said, "A
little different than stealing a kiss at the kitchen sink when
Mark went to the bathroom."

I stepped back as if she had slapped me, "Alex, I'm really..."

"Shut up and kiss me soldier," she said as she touched her finger
to my lips

"Alex," I started to say again... "About that..."

"TJ, hush," she said as she put her finger against my lips, "I
need to confess that I wanted you to kiss me that day, the
fleeting memory of that kiss has been in my memory for a long
time.  I know you were embarrassed, don't be.  I wanted it too,
and besides that was a long time ago, now, are you a good
soldier?"

"I can hold my own," I said

"Then follow an order, shut up and kiss me."

"Yes Ma'am," I said, as I offered a mock salute, and we kissed
again.

We reached her room; she found her key and opened her door. "I
would ask you in, but..."

"No, not tonight.  It wouldn't look good to your employees
knowing I walked you back and then I had to wear the same clothes
tomorrow."

"Then this must be good night...", this time I put my finger to
her lips.

"Get some clothes and come home with me..."

"I couldn't... that wouldn't be right... what if someone found
out?" she was blushing, not just a little, but bright red.

"I understand," I said, and I kissed her again.

She went into her room and closed the door, I walked down to the
elevator and hit the button.  My heart ached, the love that I had
struggled so hard to bury years ago came rushing back.  It took
my breath away it hit me so hard.  10,11,12... here came the
elevator.  From behind me I heard a room door close... the
elevator doors opened and I stepped in.  

"Hold the damn vator!" came the cry from around the corner.

My face lit up like a Christmas tree, "Haven't heard that comment
since..."

"College", came the reply from the tall red headed woman with a
duffle bag slung over her shoulder slowly jogging down the hall.


She reached the elevator, kissed me on the cheek and hit the
button for the second floor.  

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"What does it look like, and you call yourself a soldier.  We
will leave the elevator on the second floor, head down the
stairs, out to the parking lot, nobody will see us," she said as
she winked at me.

"Oh, and this comes from your years of counter-espionage training
with the CIA?"

Alex laughed that laugh that mesmerized my heart, "Shut up!"

I hadn't heard that laugh, or her flirtatious embarrassment in a
long time.  It felt good to hear, and know that she was flirting
with me.  For years I had watched her flirt and play while
silently wishing that her affection would be meant for me.

The elevator stopped on the second floor.  The doors opened and
we started sneaking down the hall.  I took the lead as we turned
the corner.  I stopped in my tracks.  Alex fell into me, giggled,
and used my butt to balance herself.  

"Shhh," I said, "Phil and Jen are down the hall, and unless you
want two of the presenters knowing you went home with me... Hey,
are you feeling my butt?"

"Mmm-hmmm", Alex said, "You aren't wearing any underwear, naughty
boy"

"Left over from my army days," I blushed.

"Really...? I wonder what other secrets the mysterious Major TJ
Blaine hides underneath his armor?" asked Alex.

"Come on, they are gone," I whispered.  We crept down the hall,
through the door, down the stairs and down to my Jeep Liberty.

I kissed Alex under the street light before tossing her bag in
the back and opening the door and ushering her inside.  I started
up the Liberty, put Sinatra on the CD player, and started the
drive back home.  I looked at my watch, we wouldn't arrive until
12:30 or so and had to leave to head back by 6:15, it would be a
short night.  I reached over and took Alex's hand, but even a few
hours and a sleepy presentation was worth it.  To share time with
the one woman I truly say that I have loved.  

"I remember how much you loved Sinatra," she said.  "Mark didn't
like it when I bought a Sinatra collection.  You know, he always
thought I had a crush on you."

"Did you?" I asked.

Alex didn't answer, instead she laid the seat back, placed my
hand on her thigh, turned to her side, closed her eyes and
drifted off to sleep.  She woke up when we turned onto the gravel
road leading back to my house.  

"Sorry," she said, "I must have dozed off."

"No worries princess, you've had a long day.  Airports, flights,
conference, running into me..."

Alex picked up my hand, kissed my palm, and placed my hand
against her cheek.  "It's good to see you TJ."

"I hope so Alex, I hope so."  

I steered the Jeep into the garage, lowered the door, and told
Alex to stay where she was for a second.  "The dogs will be a
little crazy, let me get them calmed down before you head in, I
don't want you to get knocked around.  I remember that time we
all went to Mark's for Thanksgiving and Titan came running
out..."

Alex laughed, "Ooh, don't remind me of that, I think I still have
a bruise on my ass from being knocked into the car."

I made my way inside, turned on the lights, let the dogs do their
stuff, and came out to get Alex's bag.  I led her inside, put the
bag on the table.  "Would you like some wine?" I asked.

"No, but I could use directions to the ladies room."

Alex picked up her bag, and I showed her down the hall to the
bathroom.  While she was down the hall, I built a fire in the
fireplace, got a bottle of imported Riesling and two glasses.  I
put some light jazz on the stereo, dimmed the lights and sat down
on the sofa.

Soon, Alex walked into the room.  She stood in the doorway in a
long pair of flannel pants and a fleece shirt.  She blushed,
"Sorry I'm not more appealing, I wasn't expecting a slumber
party."

"Nonsense," I said, "you look absolutely wonderful.  Please, come
sit down.  Do you still have a taste for Riesling?  I opened a
bottle, would you like some?"  

"Thank you, I would love some wine."  She took the glass from me
and went and sat on the floor in front of the fire.  I watched
her as she gazed into the fire.  "Now, let's see if I remember TJ
Blaine...", I could hear the smile in her voice.  "If this is the
TJ Blaine I remember, he's feeling a bit rejected, and is
probably even pouting a bit right now.  If this is the TJ Blaine
that I think he's grown into, he's on his way over here right now
to join me in front of the fire."

I reached down and touched her shoulder.  "Would it be too
aggressive of me to join you?"

Alex reached up and took my hand, "I would like that very much."

We sat and gazed at the fire, we chatted about life since
college.  "I snooped in your office and saw your purple-heart and
bronze star.  TJ, I never knew you were even in combat, much less
wounded.  I hate the thought of you being hurt."  She took my
hand.

I pulled her hand up and kissed it.

"Are you crying?" she asked, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said
anything."

"It's not your fault, princess." I said, "It's just tough to
remember that we all didn't come back from that mission, I got
the medals but not all of my men came home alive."  Alex leaned
back into me, I brushed her long hair aside, and traced a line of
kisses along her neck.  "It's ok," I whispered into her ear,
"it's just the emotional scar hurts more than the physical ones."
 I reached out with my tongue and traced her ear, gently sucked
on her earlobe.  Alex took my hand in hers, pulled it around her
and moved in closer to me.  She turned her head and kissed me. 
Her lips explored mine, her tongue sought my mouth, I sucked it
gently and began to flick my tongue over the tip of it.  

I pulled her onto me, and kissed her deeply, passionately,
allowing our bodies to meld together.  I reached down and cupped
her ass, not just her ass, but THE ass. (I used to refer to her
ass in college as a sweet little ass).  "Alex," I breathlessly
mumbled, "You aren't wearing any underwear."

"TJ... old army trick, I hate underwear, Now kiss me."

I rolled her onto her back and slid my body on top of her, my
hands covered hers, my body covered hers, my mouth covered hers.
I was hoping that the heat I was feeling was more than just from
the fireplace.  In my arms she felt better than I had ever
dreamt, to my mouth her kisses were sweeter than I ever imagined.
 She surrendered to my kiss... her arms wrapped around me, our
passion was growing.  

Alex looked up into my eyes.  "TJ, can I ask you something?

"Anything princess, anything," I whispered as I nibbled on her
chin.

"TJ, I want you to make love to me, I've wanted to make love to
you since college."

"So, what's the answer?" I asked

"What answer?" 

"So, have you always had a crush on me?"  I asked as I raised her
shirt and my hands found her breasts...

"What? You are incorrigible!" she moaned as her breath caught in
her throat...

"You heard me..." my mouth found her nipples, my tongue and teeth
causing her hips to arch...

"No fair asking me like this" she moaned.

"I never said I was fair..." my tongue and mouth covered her
breasts in kisses and licks.  I teasingly bit her nipple...

Her hips continue to move of their own accord... "YES, just quit
tormenting me!"

I licked my way down her stomach... teasingly lower, licking,
nibbling, leaving goose-bumps every place my mouth touched, my
hands found the drawstring of her flannel sleeping pants.  I
stopped, looked into her eyes, and slowly pulled the drawstring.
Her eyes never left mine.  

My mouth returned to her stomach, I teasingly licked and kissed
her belly button.  I lowered my mouth to the top of her
waistband, gently pushed the pants down a bit and licked my way
lower...

"TJ, you're enjoying this aren't you?"

"Aren't you?" I asked.

"Yes," she whispered, "that's not I meant."

I nibbled lower, "That's quite a shave you have their Ms.
Kavanaugh."

"Mmm, Hmmm," Alex mumbled, "Are you every going to quit teasing
me...."

"My dear. I haven't even started teasing you yet."

I raised my head up, pulled her close with my left arm and kissed
her.  She smelled so wonderful, so soft, so feminine.  Even in
our college days Alex always smelled so wonderful.  That was the
first thing I had ever noticed about her, that day that she
walked past me in Freshman English.  Of course she had to walk
past me, I always stayed in the back of the class and this was
one of those big Freshman core class auditoriums.  

Her kiss was incredible, at the same time her kiss was aggressive
yet surrendering, demanding yet giving.  My hand cupped her
breast, slid lightly down her stomach, finally I moved underneath
her waistband.  My finger gently spread her lips, feeling her
warmth and moisture.  Gently I rubbed up and down her lips, never
entering.  I moved my hand upward and found her clitoris.  When
my finger passed over it, she gasped.  I began to move my finger
slowly down, gently entering her and back out to find her love
button.  Slowly, gently, each time a bit more persistent, a bit
more demanding.  

Her breath began to come heavier, harsher.  She would break our
kiss to gasp, but return her mouth to mine as quickly as she had
left.  Soon, she broke our kiss, buried her face into the nape of
my neck and climaxed.  Her muscles pulling on my finger, her
breasts heaving with each breath, her moisture flowing over my
hand.  Her hand went to the front of my pants

I moved her hand, "Shhh, there will be plenty of time for that
later, but first..." I jumped up from in front of the fire, bent
over, and scooped her into my arms.  I carried her over to the
over-stuffed chair and sat her down.  I knelt in front of her and
slowly pulled her flannel pants down her long, luxurious legs. 
Much to my surprise and delight she was completely shaved.  

I began with her left foot, sucking each toe slowly and leisurely
as my hands gently stroked her leg.  I moved to her right leg,
taking the same leisurely pace as before.  I began to kiss up her
legs, taking my time to lightly nibble at her knees.  I spread
her legs gently as I kissed and licked her inner thighs, higher,
higher.  She knew where my mouth was going as did I.

My hands gently spread her lips as my tongue found the center of
her.  Long, gentle licks along her lips, sliding my tongue slowly
into her.  After what seemed like forever, my mouth found her
button, I gently pulled it between my lips as my tongue gently
flickered over the nub.  My finger again entered her as I began
to suck and lick her clit.  Her hips arched and a small scream
escaped her mouth.  

I began to pick up the pace of my tongue and my finger.  I moved
it deeper, moving from the back wall to the front.  Finally I
found that spot on the front wall.  Finally, she let go, calling
out my name as she came.  My erection throbbed, I had to have
her.

"Alex..." 

"No more words," she whispered as she slid out of the chair.  

She met me on the floor, both of us on our knees.  She kissed me,
and slowly began to unbutton my shirt, sliding it over my
shoulders.  Her mouth moving to bite me on the collarbone, the
neck, my breath caught in my throat as her teeth nipped gently at
my nipples.  She looked me in the eyes and told me to stand.  

Her hand went to my belt, expertly unbuckling it, lowering them
to my ankles.  She had me step out of them.  Her hands reached
out, she grasped my erection gently and slowly pulled me closer
to her.  She looked me in the eyes, as her tongue came out of her
mouth and she licked me.  She continued to look into my eyes as
her mouth lowered over me, taking me in.  The warmth of her mouth
was too much, my head rolled back and my eyes closed.  It felt so
incredible as her tongue traced the rim and then take me deep
into her throat.  She made love to me with her mouth.  She took
her time, sucking me in with long strokes then alternating with
her tongue that felt like little jolts of electricity all along
my shaft.  
"Alex, you have to stop," I panted.

"No," she responded as her mouth again engulfed me.

I wrapped my hands in her hair, "Alex, stop, I want to make love
to you."

Slowly she released me, looked me in the eye, her eyes crinkled
with mischief.  "Make me", she said as her mouth returned to my
shaft.

"Be careful what you wish for, you keep rubbing that lamp and the
genie may grant your wish," I moaned with jagged breath.

Again, that laugh, "Yeah, you aren't so tough."

Here we were, in the midst of making love for the first time, and
we were flirting like a couple of kids.

"I've had enough of this insubordination.  Just who is the one on
their knees here?" I asked as she released me from her mouth.

"Oh, it looks like I'm the one in control." Her hands begin to
slowly stroke the length of my shaft.  

"Really? Well we will see about that, wont we?" I reached down,
and picked her up gently by her hair, pulling enough to get her
attention, but not enough to cause real pain.  She stood up and
looked into my eyes.  I gently picked her up and walked with her
to the bedroom and laid her across the bed, looked into her eyes
as she slowly spread her legs.  

"Now, let's talk about control," I said as I rubbed the head of
my cock along her lips, savoring the heat of her loins, feeling
her moisture.  She let out little moans each time I found her
clit, with each rub I would push the head of my cock just a
little further into her, pulling away as her hips would begin to
arch forward to take me deeper.

"I hate you," she hissed between a whimper and a gasp.

"Hate is a very strong word," I said as I slid the length of me
deep into her with one quick thrust.  I held myself there, not
moving as I felt her body begin to respond.  "Control Is that
what you call what your hips are doing?" I asked.

"Shut up, shut up, just don't stop... don't you dare ever stop."

I began to move within her with long, slow strokes.  Pulling
myself out until the head was barely engaged, then sliding slowly
in, gazing into her eyes with each stroke, slowly building the
pace with long, deep strokes... bringing us both close... then
slowing down, gently backing off the tempo... changing angles,
changing depth, changing speed, teasing, tormenting us both.  

A fine sheen of sweat covered both of our bodies, grunts, moans,
whispers, and even an occasional growl escaped our lips, we bit,
nibbled, and sucked at one another until finally I looked into
her eyes and asked if she was ready.  There was no answer, she
just nodded her head

"Princess, do you need to cum?"  Again, she just nodded.  I
completely stopped moving within her.  "No, you need to tell
me..."

"Yes, please, make me cum..." she almost pleaded.

Quickly I began to move, long strokes, deep strokes, my balls
slapping into her, my pelvis grinding into her clit with each
stroke, building the tension again.  I looked into her eyes and
whispered, "Now princess, you may cum for me."

As her orgasm began to explode from deep within her, I felt the
familiar tingle from deep within, my balls began to contract, my
cock began to twitch...

"Oh God yes.... I'm cumming... Oh God yes..." she moaned over and
over

I grunted, felt the cum began to pour out of me, and finally
collapsed on top of her, exhausted and exhilarated.  "Now, who
was in charge princess?" I asked.

"Hush... just lie with me and let me remember this moment,
forever," Alex said as she closed her eyes and nuzzled my neck.


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