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Non-commercial re-posts to ASSM or similar venues are allowed provided copyright information remains on the re-posted story. As a courtesy to the author please do not delete the copyright information. No commercial reprints are authorized. The author relishes your comments at anoninsac (at) yahoo (dot) com. If you like this story, see my other stories at www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/anoninsac/www. WARNINGS: This story depicts consensual sexual activity between men and women. If you are too young to read about sex please do not read this. Thanks to Varod for the thankless job of correcting my grammer, spelling and typing. It is greatly appreciated. Cousin Kara Part 2 That weekend we moved her stuff to my place from the dorm. Her roommate didn't seem all that sad to see her go. She was probably already planning which boyfriend to have over that night. And just that quickly I had a roommate. I expected a period of adjustment for me. I had been a bachelor for some years now and had a few habits which I wasn't sure I could change at a moment's notice. I was a bit worried that within a week Kara would be on the phone calling Mom about how awful it was living with me. I couldn't have been more wrong. I noticed that without really thinking about it I cleaned up my act around the house. For some reason, dirty underwear didn't wind up in the front room anymore. Having Kara around turned out to be good for me, just as I told Lisbeth I thought it would. Of course there were a few things. I'm not really a nudist but clothes do sometimes seem more bother than they are worth. I woke one morning and had to go badly, I mean fire hose pressure. Without thinking I bounced out of bed and ran to the bath. I heard Kara's door open right as I dashed into the bath. I heard a gasp behind me as I closed the door and realized I had just shocked Kara. Damn. After doing my business I peeked out the door, saw her door closed and darted back to my room. I threw on my robe and headed to the kitchen to start breakfast. I was joined in a short while by Kara in her robe. "Sorry about that," I said. "Don't apologize. It was a nice show," she said smirking. "I didn't mean to shock you," I responded. "What? You didn't shock me," she said. I gave her a very unconvinced look. I had heard the gasp. "Surprised, not shocked. And you do have a nice butt." "Quit it. I'm your cousin after all," I said. "With a nice butt," she said laughing. "Hrumpf. Anyway, I'll be more careful in the future." "Mike, you don't have to be careful. I'm family after all," she said smiling. "Kissing cousins," I said. "It wasn't that nice a butt," she said. That startled me. Kara saw it, gaped, and then started laughing. "I got you. Mister super sophisticated Big City Mike. I got you." Maybe she did but I wasn't going to get got without a response. I got mad. When she saw me start to get mad she realized she had gotten me good and really started to laugh. I had no choice; I started laughing. We both wound down and I said, "Ok. You got me. But I will be more careful." "Mike really. You don't have to. I don't want you going out of your way for me. If you want to run around stark naked I'll just enjoy the show," she said. "Something makes me think you are trying to be a super sophisticated Big City Girl yourself. I think it maybe shocked you a little more than you are willing to admit," I said. "Nope." She stood up, turned around took two steps away and with great dignity dropped her robe to show she was wearing nothing underneath. Then, also with great dignity, she turned and walked off toward the bathroom. She stopped just before rounding the corner and said over her shoulder, "You're not the only one with a butt," and continued on. I pulled my jaw back off the floor and shouted after her, "I believe you. You don't have to prove it again." I heard her laugh trailing down the hall. So, we quickly settled into a comfortable routine. She was usually home before me studying in the front room. I would stop at the local market and pick up dinner. I'd pop a bottle of wine and fix dinner while she finished her studies. When dinner was ready she'd join me and we'd have some far reaching conversation that would be sparked by what she was studying at the moment, physics, literature, politics, anything and everything. It might start off like this: "Gravity doesn't exist." "It does," she'd respond setting the stage. "Einstein showed it didn't. At the heart of the General Theory of Relativity is the idea that since gravity doesn't exist in all frames of reference it must be a transitory affect, not a fundamental law. In a freely falling frame of reference, gravity doesn't exist," I'd start. "How's that?" she asked. "Frame of reference refers to relations to the environment. If things exist in the same frame of reference then all the laws of physics must apply. That's why you can eat a hamburger that is going 600 miles an hour in a plane. You and the hamburger are in the same frame of reference. Try eating that hamburger if it was going past you at 600 miles an hour." "Messy," she said. I laughed and continued, "Ok. Put a man in orbit, a freely falling frame of reference. He let's go of the apple. It doesn't fall. There's gravity isn't there?" Kara looked puzzled but nodded. "Exactly. According to the laws of physics gravity exists as the inverse square of the distance. The astronauts in orbit and the apple ought to be affected by gravity. But they aren't. The force of gravity is transformed away; it disappears. Einstein looked at this and said a law of physics must be the same in all frames of reference. If you have a frame in which the law no longer operates, it isn't a law. Therefore, what we perceive as gravity is something else." "But that doesn't make sense," she responded. "That's where general relativity comes in. The planets move in a straight line thru curved space-time just like the apple in orbit. It just looks like a curved path to us because we are only able to `see' in three dimensions. The dimension of time which warps space we can't see as a dimension. There is no `force' pulling the astronaut around the planet. He and the apple are moving in a straight line. The apple doesn't fall because it is already moving in a straight line in curved space-time. It's just the shape of the space-time continuum. That's why there's no graviton in the Standard Model of particles. No force, no particle," I'd finish. "Wait a minute, you're mixing relativity and quantum. No can do," she'd argue back. "Just because you don't have a formula to reconcile quantum uncertainty with relativity doesn't mean I have to limit myself," I'd say. "Nobody has a formula," she'd say. "Prove it," I'd answer. And she'd proceed to try. I'd let her continue for a while getting more frustrated. Then I would stop her and point out that she was trying to prove a negative and show her how I threw her off the rails. She would get mad and then we'd both laugh. And we'd be off on the next topic. The next night she might take the no gravity side of the argument. I'd bring in string theory and its eleven dimensions to prove that gravity is a force. She hadn't studied that yet and so would have trouble. The next week she'd have a book from the library on string theory and be at me again. I'd eventually lose the arguments, lack of real math, and she'd get so technical that my limited skills would be overwhelmed. But I did make her use rigorous proofs and she did have to expand her knowledge to get to those proofs. We both enjoyed it enormously. I especially enjoyed watching her mind work. It had taken me years to get my limited understanding of these topics. She'd learn them, catch up and then surpass me in a few days. Amazing mind. ***** After dinner we would often relax and watch a bit of mindless, isn't that an oxymoron, TV. Once, while watching an ad the announcer said, "We've made a quantum leap forward." Kara stared laughing. "What's funny" I asked. "A quantum leap forward," she said. I raised an eyebrow. "That is stupid. You know how much a quantum leap is?" she asked. "How much?" I asked. "The distance an electron moves from one valance to another. Less than a billionth of a meter. That's some leap they made," she said. I laughed with her. "Imagine the announcer," I said. "We just made the smallest possible leap forward in the physical universe." Kara laughed, "Whoopee." ***** That became our routine. One unexpected result was how close I became with Kara. She wasn't a ditzy teeny bopper. I could see how she intimidated the boys in high school. She acted like an adult. I found myself respecting her mind and opinions and treating her like I would someone closer to my age than I would have a teenager. I actually was a little intimidated by her mind myself though I'd never let her know that. Over the course of the first month together we had gotten very close. Kara would join me on the sofa while we watched TV. Eventually Kara started snuggling up against me. It was just closeness. There was nothing sexual about it. Kara was used to physical touch. Both of her parents were touchers and she missed that most basic of human needs. That was until one night. Dinner conversation that night had been about relationships. Kara had never really had a close one with a boy. I was still somewhat shell shocked by a bitter divorce. I told her things I had never told anyone before. She told me things she said she had never told anyone before. During dinner she had taken my hand, not intimately but supportively. But I felt the spark when her hand touched mine. I looked at her and I felt the instant simpatico again as I had at the restaurant. I could see in her face the same feeling echoed back to me. I admit to being a little confused. I had never thought of Kara as a potential partner and still didn't. But there was a connectedness that was impossible to ignore. I let the feeling go, knowing that that was the best thing to do. But it was a loss. That night she snuggled up against me as we watched the tube. I looked down to say something just as she looked up. Our faces were almost touching, our lips just a breath away from each other's. I stopped and so did she. Neither of us pulled back. We stayed like that for an eternity or a second, I can't remember. Kara's eyes closed and her lips moved toward mine. We kissed. Just a simple kiss, her lips pressed against mine. Nothing more. It was held for just a moment but in that moment everything changed. Her kiss was sweeter than dessert. Her eyes stayed closed as she pulled back, her face still tilted up at mine. I put my arm around her shoulders holding her as she relaxed against me. Neither of us said a word. We just sat and basked in the moment knowing that something profound had occurred but not wanting to say or do anything which might change it. As Kara lay against me she brought one hand up and rested in on my back and the other she put on my thigh. We had always been careful that even as we snuggled; avoiding real intimacy. But her touch was different this time. Her hand resting on my thigh seemed heated, almost burning, but in a pleasant way. I put my hand on her bare arm, touching and then lightly petting her. I could feel the warmth of her skin and it affected me to the core. I don't remember exactly how long we spent that night watching the TV but not seeing a thing. At some point I said, "It's getting late." It was the first words spoken since the kiss. "Yes," she answered. "We should go to bed." She uncurled herself and stood. I turned off the TV and followed her. She stopped at her door and turned. I could see the wheels spinning for just a moment then she said, "Goodnight," and turned into her room. "Goodnight," I said and went to my room. I lay awake a long time that night. ***** The next day she had a break between her morning and afternoon class. I called her and had her meet me at the Santa Fe Grill. It was the old train station and had been remodeled into a restaurant. For awhile it had made all of the lists of the `best' restaurants. But, foodies being what they are, moved on to the new best. Santa Fe just went on serving wonderful food. The nice thing was that you could get a table now that it wasn't in Cuisine anymore. After we were seated I noticed an aura of tension. It seemed to be hanging in the air between us like a thundercloud on an otherwise sunny day. I figured the best way to break the ice was the direct way. "What are we going to do?" I asked. Without hesitation Kara answered, "At least we are kissing cousins." "You can say that again," as we both exploded into laughter. The tension drained away with the laughter and the day was again sunny. Then Kara's face turned serious, "Cousin Mike, I don't want to go back. I want to continue." "Kara, if the family finds out they'll kill us. Well, me anyway," I said. "I know. Mike, that was the most beautiful moment of my life last night. I've never felt anything like that before," she said. "I know, I felt it too," I told her. Her hand reached across the table and I took it. This time the touch was intimate. Hand touching hand sealed our decision. That quickly, we were a couple. We floated through lunch on the high we felt from coming together. After lunch she went back to classes and I went to my next appointment. That night I prepared a romantic dinner, candles and soft lights and champagne and Chocolate Decadence from the local bakery. All the vices except one and I was hoping for that one as well. I have the top or third floor of a condo on Webster. It is about the same height as the second floor on one side of our building but like the fourth floor of the building next to ours down the hill. Yes, it is that steep. There is nothing to block my view all the way across the bay. At night, the lights sparkle on the bay like a thousand diamonds glittering against black velvet. The Golden Gate stands majestically against the Pacific. It's enough to take your breath away even if you've seen it a thousand times before. After dinner we stood by the window hand in hand and looked over the bay. Kara set her glass down and turned to me stretching her face up. I set my glass on the sill and pulled her to me. We kissed. Her arms went around my neck as she pushed against me. Our bodies melded and became one as our lips hungrily sought each other's lips. We broke the kiss and I said quietly, "Kara mia. I want you." She laid her head against my chest. "I know. I've been thinking about that all day. I knew it would be like this." Stroking her hair I asked, "Is that bad?" "No. It's just, Mike, I told you that I never really dated in school. I'm a little nervous. I was too nerdy for guys in school. So I've never been with a man that way." "Would you like to?" I asked. "That's what I've been thinking about all day. Mike, I never in my life felt what I felt last night or today at lunch. I couldn't stop thinking about you. I want you to hold me, and kiss me and I want you to take me to your bed," she said looking up and staring deeply into my eyes. "Kara, love. Will you share my bed?" I asked. "Yes. I will," she answered quietly but with strength. I took her hand and led her to my room. When I had arrived home I'd quickly cleaned up my room, changed the sheets and set up a couple long-burning scented candles. The sheets were turned back already, inviting us into the bed. I pulled her to me kissing her gently. The kiss turned passionate as her lips parted and invited me in. My cock began to rise as the pressure increased. I felt her body flow against me, pressing herself into my body, seeking to become one. I pulled back and looked at her, her eyes opened dreamily. "Kara, I love you." "I love you," she said and pulled me to her for another kiss. My hands were slowly running up and down her back as we kissed. They wandered south and then hooked into the bottom of her tight knit top. I began pulling up, the top coming with. We broke the kiss, again a dreamy look in her face as she raised her arms letting me pull her shirt off. I knelt in front of her, reaching behind to pull down the zipper of her skirt. "Take off your bra," I said. She did as I pulled her skirt off. I kissed her through her panties and her hands twined in my hair. Reaching out my hands, I slid her panties off her toned legs. She was standing before me naked, looking vulnerable and unsure. I leaned forward and kissed her again before looking up, "You are so damn sexy." She smiled and said, "Your turn." I stood as she unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it off my shoulders and down my arms. She had a little trouble with the belt. I guess I could drop a few pounds. The damn thing was pretty tight. I took over undoing the belt and zipper. I was about to push my Dockers off when she said urgently, "No. I want to." She knelt in front of me her hands grabbing the pants and slowly pulled them down. It seemed to take forever but it was exciting as all hell, her eyes fixed, waiting for my cock to pop free. "Oh," she said as the pants at last were low enough and my cock bounced up and down before pointing directly at her. She stopped, entranced by it. Her hand reached up and slowly stroked it. "It's soft." And then she wrapped her hand around it and pulled, "And hard." She looked up at me, "I like it." "It likes you," I said. She smiled and finished pushing off my pants. I stepped from them pulling her up for another kiss. This time skin pressed against skin and the erotic energy surged. We crawled into my bed and rolled together. I felt nervous as a teenager. Kara looked at me expectantly and I knew she was waiting for me to lead, to be the confident lover. If she only knew. I smiled which brought a radiant smile from her. Without words we conversed. She trusted me to make it wonderful. I reached up and put my hand on her cheek pulling her forward for a kiss, a soft kiss. My lips caressed hers and she responded. I devoured her lips. Her lips parted and my tongue teased hers. They danced together as we got hotter. I pulled back before kissing her neck and then further down. Her breasts were small and well-formed, the nipples already hard. I kissed around them before licking and lapping at her beasts. She was watching me intently almost like an experiment she was conducting. I guess it some ways it was. I suppose one of the curses of an intellect like hers is that you can't turn it off. I'll never have to worry about that myself. My hand trailed down to her pussy, hot and wet already. Maybe it was an experiment but she was definitely involved. I parted her lips and brushed my fingers across her pussy before running up and back between her labia. "Oh Mike," she said. I looked up at her and she held my eyes with hers. There was passion there now. She was no longer the bystander watching. I leaned forward and kissed her while my fingers continued stroking her pussy. As I pulled back from the kiss our eyes were still locked together. I pulled my hand up, now coated with her arousal, and licked my fingers. Her eyes dilated with arousal and her breath caught. I kissed her again. She hesitated, tasted herself on my lips and kissed me hard. Breaking the kiss I told her, "I want to taste you," as I lowered myself between her legs. She watched intently as I neared her pussy. I was assailed by the redolence of passion, of aroused woman. Its effect was an aphrodisiac to me. I ran my tongue up one side and down the other. At the bottom of her pussy my tongue lanced in and I swirled it up to the top before circling her clitoris. I teased her a bit before circling closer and closer to her clitoris. When it lashed across her bud she hunched up. I closed my lips around the base of her clitoris and sucked gently while flicking it with my tongue. My hands slid up over her belly which rippled under the touch and found her tits. I clasped them, alternately teasing and deeply stroking her tits and then circling and squeezing her nipples. Kara's hand found mine and pushed it hard against her tits. She released my hand and held tightly to my arms: holding, grasping and caressing me. Suddenly, her fingers dug into my arms and she crested her first orgasm. I was surprised by how quickly and unexpectedly she came. I usually can tell when a woman is close. I slowed and then stopped strumming her pussy as she came down from the orgasm. Her pussy was awash in her juices. Moving up over her body my cock touch her pussy. As it touched, Kara opened her eyes and said, "Oh God, yes." Her arms went around my neck pulling me down for a kiss. As our lips touched my cock pressed into her opening. It spread her open, and then entered her. As my cock entered her for the first time the words to Brautigan's poem, Discovery, flashed thru my mind: The petals of the vagina unfold like Christopher Columbus taking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautiful than the bow of a ship touching a new world? The bow of my ship entered a new world sinking into that world until my body was pressed fully into hers. Kara winced slightly as my cock bottomed out. "You ok?" I asked. She smiled, "Yes. I never felt anything like that before. It feels so big." "Do you want me to stop?" I asked "No," she exclaimed. "No, really. It just is different." Her hips started to move under me rubbing her clitoris against the base of my cock. "It feels really good." I started a small circular motion before pulling out and plunging back into her. Her fingers gripped my arms tighter as I moved in her body. I watched to make sure she was ok. Her face was a mask of concentration as she experienced whole new feelings and sensations, the wonder and splendor of being fully a woman. Thank God she was already so aroused. I felt my own climax coming upon me and wasn't going to last long. The tight hot walls of her pussy were squeezing my cock, caressing it, milking it. And I couldn't stop. I keep a slow and deliberate pace even as my body ached to pour itself into her. I concentrated on every stroke into Kara, just hold out one more time. Just once more. I felt her stiffen under me watching as her mouth opened and a low keening wail came from deep in her chest. I quit trying to hold back and my own climax quickly built up until it crested. My cum poured from my balls, spasm after spasm shook me as I lost touch with everything in the world except that wonderful release, my cock sinking into Kara and filling her with my cum. Drained, I slowed and stopped, my breath coming in ragged pants. Kara was still writhing under me her own climax just finishing. I was a bit jealous. It isn't fair that women can have orgasms that last so long. Of course, if I had one of the intensity of this one that lasted that long it would probably kill me. After a bit Kara opened her eyes. They seemed to be in soft focus, almost lost in some other world. Her face was peaceful and happy. I leant forward and kissed her softly. "Hmm," she purred. "Oh God. That was so much better than I could have ever imagined." She was still pushing up against me, enjoying the feel of our bodies pressed together. My cock was slowly losing vigor and much as I wanted to stay buried in my love it would soon be impossible. You can't shoot pool with a rope; it takes a stick. I rolled to the side, pulling my cock from Kara's pussy. "No," she protested. "Sorry sweetheart. But I'm not superman," I said. She smiled and rolled toward me. "I don't know about that but you sure felt like superman." "Liar. But kiss me anyway," I said. "No really. I mean it..." I leaned forward and kissed her mid-sentence. She tried to keep talking so I thrust my tongue into her mouth. She started kissing me back then. A while later I broke the kiss. Kara smiled and lay back on the bed. "Mike?" she asked. "Shh. Curl up against me. I want to hold you," I said. Kara smiled and curled up spoon fashion against me. I wrapped her in my arms petting her softly. Her breathing slowed and became regular. I unwrapped myself and hopped from the bed to blow out the candles. As I got back in bed, Kara still asleep turned and came into my arms. I fell asleep holding her in my arms. **** So we became lovers. I'd like to say it lasted a lifetime but there was never any real hope of that. I was too old. She was too young. Our family would have blown a collective gasket. There were a hundred reasons why it wasn't meant to be. Being with me changed Kara. She learned that she was a beautiful woman. Having a man love her completely opened her to the experience of love. Two months after she first shared my bed she met a boy, a young man her age who was also a nerd. He was a nice kid, bright and with a similar background to Kara's. They immediately hit it off. I came home early one day. I went into the kitchen to get a glass of wine to help me unwind. As I was pouring it I heard the unmistakable sound of Kara in the throes of an orgasm. I had heard the sound often enough in the past couple months. I was about to go surprise her figuring she was pleasuring herself when I heard other noises, male noises. I stopped dead in my tracks. I started to back track when Kara emerged from her room headed to the bath. She saw me and her face fell. I smiled and said, "I love you and I always will." She looked like she was about to cry so I said, "None of that. We knew when we started that it was just for the moment. Go put on some clothes and introduce me." "Oh Mike, I..." she said. "None of that. Go put on some clothes and introduce me. Go, shoo." She turned and went back into her room. I went into the front room, filling my glass almost to the brim on the way and waited. A million thoughts cascaded through my mind. But the thought I kept pulling back into the forefront was this; I want her to be happy and I know that I can't make her happy for the rest of her life. She needs someone who can. I kept thinking that thought as the sadness and loss filled my heart. A few minutes later she emerged trailed by her young man. He obviously was dreading this. I motioned at the couch I was sitting on. Kara tentatively sat on the other end. I put out my arm and said, "C'mon sweetheart. I'm not mad. Snuggle up like we used to." A small tear welled up before she put a smile on her face and came to sit next to me. She snuggled just as we had all those evenings watching the TV. I held out my other hand to the boy, "I'm Mike. Glad to meet you." He looked stunned but came over and shook. I'd be willing to bet he had blown every mental breaker he had and was running on remote control. "Jason," he said. Then bouncing from foot to foot he started, "About what happened..." I held up my hand to stop him, "Jason, I know what was happening. I just have one question for both of you." I looked at both before I continued. "Are you serious?" "Oh yes," they chorused and then looked at each other. "Good." I turned to Kara, "Then why don't you get Jason and yourself a glass of wine and top up mine and we can talk." Kara sat up and looked at me. "Mike, I love you." "I know. You always will. And I love you. Now go get the wine," as I swatted her on the behind. She leaned over and kissed my forehead before heading for the kitchen. I motioned Jason to sit. As he did he asked, "So you aren't mad?" "Should I be?" I asked. "I mean we were..." he trailed off unable to say it out loud. "It is what men and women who care for each other do, Jason. It's really not very unusual," I said. "It's unusual for me," he blurted out and then closed his mouth and tried to bite his tongue. Kara had returned and she burst into laughter. "You should see how silly you look right now," she said. Jason looked sheepish as Kara handed him the glass. He took a substantial gulp. I held up my glass. "To you two. Be kind to each other and always treat each other with respect and love and you won't go wrong." They clinked glasses with me. "So I guess I'll be seeing a lot of you," I said to Jason. "Well, you see I have a roommate and I can't take Kara there." He stumbled to a halt as he again realized what he was admitting to. I pulled Kara down next to me again and told him, "Look, both of you. I know what it is to be in love. I expect you not to act like rabbits in the living room but I also don't want you blushing and pretending like you aren't a man and a woman in love with each other. That is what lovers do. Ok?" They both nodded. Kara asked, "So is it ok if Jason comes over?" "Just as long as he doesn't clean out the fridge and you guys don't keep me up all night," I said. Kara laughed and said, "I'll try and keep you up all night." I was surprised at the double entendre and for a fleeting moment wondered if I still figured in her erotic plans. Then I saw her look at Jason her face full of passion and affection and realized she was planning to keep me awake, not up. Oh well. She was in love and I was just the former lover, all too quickly forgotten. Kara turned back to me and threw her arms around my neck. She planted a kiss on me, affectionate not sexy and said, "I'll never forget all you've done for me." The look in her eyes was just for me and I knew I hadn't been forgotten. She remembered. I was her first and she would have a place for me in her heart. It just wasn't first place anymore. I found myself misting up a little. "I'll never forget either." Before they could see me getting maudlin I stood and turned toward the kitchen. "Let's have dinner and celebrate." It was a bittersweet evening. ***** Kara and Jason did keep me up a few nights over the next year but generally they were just a young happy couple in love. I was invited to their wedding that next year. Neither set of parents wanted them to marry but with the rashness of youth they couldn't wait. Kara went straight on to her PhD in physics. Jason picked up a Masters in Molecular Engineering, moving atoms around to create things. I don't get it but I don't need to. He started working for a local company involved in genetic engineering making a better tomato or something. Kara finished her PhD smashing bosons together. Her thesis was on some mathematical expansion of the eleven dimensions of string theory. I had no idea what she was talking about but her thesis created quite a stir. She was asked to stay on at Berkeley on a tenure track. Stanford also tried to recruit her. She told me with a sly grin Berkeley is the only place to be and do physics. I still see them occasionally. They have two kids, two cars, two dogs, a house and each other. Sometimes, when I'm sitting on my sofa looking out the window over the bay at night, I can still feel Kara snuggling up against me. I'll put out my arm only to find it empty. Then I think about her and know she is happy. It's not everything but it has to be enough because other than the memories it is all I have. Thanks for reading my story. I'd love to hear from you with your thoughts. anoninsac (at) yahoo (dot) com If you liked this one, my other stories are loctaed at www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/anoninsac/www __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! 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