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                  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.



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