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CHAPTER 50

I watched Kristen drive away, and I wondered if I'd ever see her
again. 
That beautiful, talented girl was leaving, why didn't I stop her? 
There was still time! I could jump in my car and catch her! 
But what then?"  

I felt a touch on my arm. I looked over and Amy was standing beside
me.

She looked up at me with that understanding look of hers that I've
come to know, and said, "You're going to miss her, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am. But she wants more then I can give her. She's a rising
star! I'm just a high-school kid with no direction in mind."

"Sometimes that's enough."

"Would it be enough for you?"

She didn't answer. Instead, she looked down at the travel case and
said, "What's that?"

I said, "Personal stuff," and I walked over and put it in the trunk of
my car. Then I said, "Let's go in the house. It's getting cold out
here."

"Okay, Dad wants to talk to you."

Our house is on a pretty big lot. The detached garage is huge. It
opens onto an alley behind us, but sits far enough forward, that you
can park two cars behind it. On the front side, facing the house is
what the builder called a Bonus Room. It ran the whole width of the
garage, and was about ten feet deep. For extra money, they would even
include a bathroom with a stall shower. Ours had it installed, and
from the beginning, I had pestered Dad to let me use it as my bedroom.
I had pictured myself sneaking girls in and out of there, but Dad knew
exactly what I was up to and always laughed and said if I ever moved
in, he would put up motion-detector lights with thousand-watt bulbs.

But we had only used the room for storage, and it was full of bicycles
and boxes of things we had never unpacked.

When we got back in the house, Dad asked me to sit down, and said,
"You're going to get your wish about using the bonus room. When Mom
comes home from the hospital, I don't want her climbing steps for a
while, so we're going to move her into your room. I'll start working
on the bonus room in the morning, and I'd like your help after school
for the next few days."

Thursday

When I got up, Dad was already working in the garage, and Amy was busy
in her room. Mom was working in the kitchen, and she looked as fit and
healthy as I had ever seen her. It was hard to imagine there was
anything wrong with her. 

When I got to school, I parked behind one of the Devon sisters' cars.
Rose and Lily Devon are identical twins, and they each have bright
yellow Volkswagen convertibles. They usually ride together, and you
can't tell which car or which girl has driven that day. They are
actresses, and have been in TV since they were babies. At one point
they even had their own series. It ended several years ago, and now
they do a lot of commercials. The current one is for a famous
chewing-gum company. 
The girls are tiny, barely five feet tall, and look very young.
They're seventeen, but on TV, they usually play thirteen- or
fourteen-year-olds. They are bubbly and outgoing, but they don't hang
with the kids at school. They rarely attend any functions and are
never seen at games.

I had met them before, but I was still surprised when they met me as I
stepped out of my car. They wanted to know all about Kristen and
Tomaso, and where they were performing, and they asked the mandatory,
"Are you really married to Kristen?" question. When I told them that
it was just a way to keep guys away from her while her career was
starting, they looked at each other and nodded knowingly.

Then one of them (I can't tell them apart) asked a strange question.
She said, "Do you think you could lift both of us at the same time?"

I doubt if they weighed much more then ninety pounds apiece, but their
combined weight might be a problem, and as I was trying to figure out
what they meant, one of them said, "Stand up straight and spread your
legs a little." 

I did, and they got on each side of me, facing the same direction as I
was. They put the hand that was nearest to me around my neck, and one
of them said, "Now look! We're gonna jump up against you. As soon as
we do, you grab us around the waist and hold us. Then we're gonna
pose.
Do you think you can hold us?" 

"I guess so, but why are we doing this?"

"We'll tell you in a minute. Are you ready?"

I nodded and they both, sort of jumped and pulled themselves against
me. I grabbed them around the waist, and then they stuck their free
arms in the air and we stood there.

There was no problem holding them because their hips were against my
thighs, and they were holding a lot of their weight by the hand that
was around my neck. We formed a triangle, and it must have looked
good, because some passing kids stopped and started to applaud and
make comments.

One of them said, "How long can you hold us?"

"I can hold you as long as you can hang on."

The other one said, "See? I told you he could do it," and they both
let go and jumped down.

They straightened their clothes, and one of them said, "I'm Rose. How
would you like to make some money?"

"Sure, what's up"

"Can you be available Saturday afternoon for a school thing?"

I thought about Dad working on the room and I said, "Gee, I don't
know, I have a project I'm working on."

Rose looked at her sister, then back at me and said, "How about for
fifty dollars?"

"Okay. What's the deal? What are you working on?"

"It's a photo shoot for school. Have you ever done anything like
that?"

I thought about the time with Molly and Alice, and I almost laughed.
Instead, I said, "Yes, I have."

"Okay, give us your phone number and we'll call you tonight."

When I got home from school, I mentioned what had happened to Amy.
She thought for a minute, and said, "When they call, let me talk to
them."

I went out back to help Dad. He had done an amazing amount of work.
The room was cleared out, he had painted all the walls with acrylic
paint and they were already dry. He was laying down a self-stick vinyl
floor and I pitched in and helped him. We finished just before dinner,
and we stood back and admired things. It was over twice as big as my
room in the house, and I had my own private bath so I wouldn't have to
be waiting on the girls all the time. I was stoked!

After dinner we went to Home Depot and picked up some shelves and a
clothes pole to put in the space next to the bathroom, and we also got
a ceiling light fixture, a small table, a couple of chairs and a table
lamp. 

We were back home installing the shelves when Amy came to the door and
said that Rose Devon was on the phone. I told her to say that I was
busy, and to leave her number. I'd call her later.

We finished up a little later, and when we went into the house, Amy
and Mom were sitting in the living room, laughing about something.

I asked what was going on and Amy said, "I asked Rose what the deal
was, and she gave me some bull about the photo thing. It turns out,
that little bitch was trying to pull something."

"But she said it was a school thing!"

"It is, but after that part is finished, they're doing a photo shoot
for their studio. I told them you were a SAG member and that you would
only work for scale. It's $125 an hour, two hour minimum."

"But I'm not a SAG member."

"She doesn't know that, and she must want you for the shoot, because
she said we should show up at one o'clock on Saturday.

 "We?"

"Yup. I'm your agent."

"Why do I need an agent? And where are we going?"

"You need an agent because these girls are pros. The school thing is
legit, but they are getting a lot of money for the rest of the stuff.
It has to do with a pilot they're shooting, and a real actor would
cost them a lot of money. I'm going to be there to make sure they
don't take advantage of you. It's being held at a still photo studio
in Burbank."

"But why do they want me?"

Amy looked at Mom, then back at me and said, "They wanted someone with
a special look, and Quasimoto was busy."

I reached for her to give her nuggies just as the phone in my room
rang. 

It was Alice, calling from New York. She had seen the picture of
Kristen and me in a magazine, and after I explained about it, we
talked about Kristen for a while. She said she remembered her, and I
laughed when she said that she wasn't done with me yet, and she was
glad that Kristen was gone. She said that she had just signed a
contract to be a permanent member of the soap opera, and that Molly
was in Florida on a photo shoot. I asked if either of them were seeing
anybody, and she said that she had been out a few times, but neither
of them had much time for dating. We spent almost an hour, talking. I
told her that I missed her, and she said she missed me too, and was
going to try and come to California sometime in the spring.

I called Karen later, and told her about the photo shoot. I said I
didn't know how late the shoot would take on Saturday, so we decided
to go to the new Spielberg movie the next night.

I called Tammy, but there was no answer, so I left a message.

Friday

Amy and Tess were sitting together at lunch, so I joined them. A
minute later Bill came over, and so did Karen. We got to talking about
the Spielberg movie, and we all decided to go. Bill complained about
going alone, so Tess suggested he ride with Amy and her.

On the way back to class, I walked with Bill, and said, "Bill, you
won't have any ludes with you, right?"

He stopped and put his hand on my arm. He said, "Pete, I promise you
the drug thing is over for good. You have my word. As a matter of
fact, a lot of things are over with me. Meet me at my car after
school. I have something to show you."

I met him after school and he reached in his car and took out an
envelope. In it, were some photos and a roll off film. He spread the
photos, and I caught a brief glimpse of Clair Gilroy, naked. It looked
like they were taken in the motel. He quickly closed them, then he
flicked a lighter and held it to the corner of the pack. As soon as
they were ablaze, he dropped them to the ground, then he pulled the
film out of the roll and dropped it on top of the fire.

He said, "I wanted to show you that I'm done with crap. No more drugs,
no more anything. I saw how you behaved with Mrs. Garmin, and I
watched how you dealt with Mrs. Gilroy. You're a good guy, and I want
to be that way too. I've cleaned up my act and it's going to stay that
way."

I really didn't know what to say. I like Bill; I guess he's actually
my best friend. I had talked to him after that night with Clair
Gilroy, and he had assured me then that any form of drugs were a thing
of the past. But I couldn't figure out why he was telling me this.
Then I noticed that he was having trouble looking me in the eye.

I said, "Okay Bill, what's going on?"

He looked at the ground for a while, then he looked up and said,
"Would it be okay with you if I asked Amy out?"

It kind of startled me, and I had to think for a minute. He looked
sincere, but I wanted to test him, and I said, "Bill, if you want my
blessing, I want to talk to Amy first, and I'm going to tell her about
the drug thing."

He looked me right in the eye and said, "If that's what it takes,
fine. I really would like your approval."

"Okay, let's go to the movie tonight, and we'll see how things go.
I'll talk with her the first chance I get."

When I got home, Dad had hooked up my phone in the new room, and even
hooked up the little refrigerator/hotplate unit that used to be in our
garage in Phoenix. Mom had obviously been helping. The room has two
windows in it, both had mini-blinds and curtains installed, and there
were several pictures on the walls. They were ones I hadn't seen since
we left the old house, I thanked her, then I tried to figure out where
I was going to hide them later on. 

My bed in the house was an old double bed, and my long legs and big
feet were always sticking out. Dad said that he had talked to a local
water bed store, and they had extra long beds in stock. He said we
could pick one up in the morning.

We had an early dinner, and Amy and I were talking about the movie.
Erin heard us and wanted to come too, so Amy said she would take her
along. I left after dinner to pick up Karen, and told Amy I'd see them
at the movie.

When I drove up to Karen's house, she met me at the door.
She was dressed in black high-heeled boots, and was wearing black
leather pants that looked like they were painted on. She had a
matching leather jacket over a white blouse, and her hair was pulled
back. She looked sexier than I'd ever seen her.

I said, "Wow Karen, you look fantastic!"

She smiled and said, "Yes I do, and I did it for you. Now lets get to
the movies. I want to get home early.

Other people thought she looked good too. When we walked up to the
waiting line at the movies, practically every guy in line had their
tongues hanging out. Amy, Erin, Tess and Bill were already standing in
line and they let us cut in. Bill was concentrating on Amy, but every
once in a while, even he would sneak a peek at Karen.

It was a great movie with a feel-good ending, and when it was over, we
gathered in the lobby. Bill said, "That was great! Lets go get
something too eat!"

Karen had been holding my hand. She squeezed it hard and said, "Pete
and I have to go somewhere. We'll see you later," and she started to
pull me away.

I glanced at Amy, and she was staring at Karen. Her face was
expressionless, but I noticed that one eyebrow was raised.

When we got in the car, I asked Karen what was going on. She just
smiled and said, "Take me home."

The trip to her house was strange. She didn't talk the whole way, so I
kept quiet. I pulled into her long driveway, and she pointed to the
garage in the back, so I pulled up next to it. She said, "C'mon." and
got out of the car and started up the steps. I followed her, and as
she unlocked the door I said, "I thought you were staying in your old
room again?"

She said, "I am," and she stepped in and hit the light switch.

The room looked pretty much like I last saw it, except it was neat and
clean. The two small table lamps on the night stands next to the bed
were throwing a warm glow over things and there was music coming from
someplace. Karen said, "Sit down. I'll be right back."

She was in there for a little while, then I heard water running. She
came out carrying a pan. She was barefoot, she was wearing a robe, and
her hair was down around her shoulders. She set the pan down and stood
in front of me.

"Pete, I really like. I know you like me, but you're too busy getting
on with your life to tie yourself down, especially after just coming
off a relationship with someone else. 

"I've liked you for a long time, and I hope we can continue seeing
each other, but I've resigned myself to the fact that I can't have all
of you, at least for the time being. But I've been fantasizing about
being with you for a while, and I've decided I want something from
you. 

"I told you before that when Vince and I were together, our
love-making was not great. You showed me things and took me to heights
I'd never been to before. I've been with a couple guys since then, but
it was nothing like being with you. And I'd like to experience making
love with you again tonight. But this time I want to know some things,
and the only way I'll learn anything is if I'm the one that asks the
questions. Do you think you're ready for this?"

"Well, yes. I'd love to make love with you. But I also have some
questions. 
Why did we go to the movies, instead of coming directly here, and why
are we here instead of your room in the house? 

"Do you want to learn these things so you can use them with someone
else? And finally, what's the pan of water for."

She seemed a little nervous now, but she answered, "We went to the
movies because the housekeeper is with us again, and she leaves the
house at eight o'clock.

"We came to this room because we had such great sex here the last
time, and it's part of my fantasy.

"If we make love tonight like I hope we will, am I going to use what I
learn on someone else? Not as long as I'm with you.

"As to the pan of water, I'll show you later. But please let's get on
with things. I'm about to lose my nerve."

I stood up and reached for her. She came into arms in a rush, and we
had a long luxurious kiss. She was shaking visibly now, and when I let
her go, she said, "Oh Wow." Then she added, "Okay, the first thing I
wa --"

I stopped her in mid sentence and said, "Wait! I'll be right back!"
And I ran down to the car and got the travel case from the trunk.

When I came back, she said, "What's that?"

"I'll show you later. it's something you're gonna like. Now, what's
the first thing you want me to do?" 

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and said, "First off, I want
to suck your cock, then I want you to eat my pussy."

I had never heard her talk like that, and I was instantly hard. But
she was still standing there with her eyes closed, and I said, "Are
you okay?"

She opened her eyes, "Yes, I always wanted to say that to someone.
Actually, I wanted to say it to you. Now please take off your
clothes."

I stood up, kicked off my shoes and pulled off my shirt.

She said, "Stop! Just stand there for a minute."

She let her robe drop, and stood in front of me, naked. I had seen her
naked before, but she had never looked better than she did right then.
Her body isn't as spectacular as either Kristen's or Amy's, but the
whole package is striking. She's only five feet two, and her
medium-sized breasts have just enough roundness to them, to be very
appealing. Her nipples are dark and right then they were sticking
straight out. I reached out to touch them and she said, "Not yet."

She came close to me, and seemed to be studying my body. She ran her
hands over my chest, and touched her tongue to each of my nipples.
A shiver ran down my spine. She noticed it, and glanced up at me for a
second, then she walked behind and I could feel her hands on my back.
Her touch was light, and she ran her fingertips over every inch of my
back. Then she lifted up one arm. I hadn't showered since this
morning. I knew I had perspired some, and I was concerned about my
odor. I said, "Karen, wait!"

"Shh, this is my fantasy. I'll tell you if there's a problem. Put your
hands behind your head."

I locked my fingers behind my head, and she came around the front, and
stood looking at me.

"Jesus, you're beautiful! You're even bigger than I remembered.

She lay her head on my chest, and I started to put my arms around her,
but she said, "No! Don't move."

After a moment, she started moving her head around and rubbing her
cheeks on my chest. Then she put her nose in my armpit and I heard her
sniff. It was starting to bother me, when suddenly I felt her tongue.
She was licking me under there, and it was tickling, so I reached down
and pulled her away from me. She looked up at me, and her face was
flushed. The look in her eyes was intense, and she said, "I wondered
what a man smelled and tasted like under there. Every guy I've been
with has been covered with deodorant. It's actually very sexy.

She moved back a step and said, "Take off the rest of your clothes."

She stood there watching, as I dropped my pants and shorts. I was
peeling off my socks and said, "Please, Karen, let me take a quick
shower."

She shook her head, and when I finished, I stood up and watched her
look at my body. She walked completely around me, then she dropped to
her knees in front of me. I was hard as a rock by then, and she took
my cock and held it against her cheek. She moved lower and put her
nose at the side of my balls and sniffed. It was too bizarre, and I
said, "Karen, don't!"

She leaned back and said, "Pete, I don't want you to think I'm weird.
I'm not into bad smells, and I probably will never do this again. But
you don't smell bad. You smell like what I imagined a man would smell
like. I've gone down on you before, but Vince wasn't into it, and I
was never with any other guys enough to try it. I've never had the
opportunity to find out what men's bodies are like. Vince and I were
together for years, and he would never let me spend time down there.
He always said it was nasty."

She stopped for a minute, and I could see her thinking. Then she said,
"You've gone down on me. Do I smell bad?"

"No, you're always clean, and you smell very sexy."

She said, "Good!" And she took my cock into her mouth.

Karen can't get very much of me into her mouth. She can get the head
and a few inches in, but not much more. She a small person, and her
mouth isn't very big, plus her gag reflex takes over, and she has to
stop. But she does things with her tongue to make up for it, and in
almost no time I was ready to come. I was going to pull out, but she
grabbed me and hung on as I flooded her mouth. She usually spits it
into a Kleenex, but this time she swallowed every drop, and when she
pulled back her eyes were tearing, and she was gulping for air. She
said, "Wow! That was a lot. I could feel you getting ready, and when
you started to cum I didn't think you were ever going to quit. DAMN!
That was really hot! I was so turned on I almost came myself. Look!"

I looked down at her pussy and there was a trickle of fluid running
from her.

My cock was still hard and when she saw it she said, "Oh, Pete, quick!
Put it in me!"

I said, "Wait, I'll get a condom." And I started to turn, but she
grabbed me and said, "It's okay, I'll take care of things. Put it in
me NOW!" She threw herself on her back and raised her legs until her
knees were touching the floor behind her. Her pussy was stretched
wide, and I could actually see inside her. It was so inviting I
couldn't stop myself, and I dropped to my knees and rammed into her. I
don't ever remember being in her so deep. I could feel myself banging
into her cervix, but instead of trying to ward me off, she grabbed my
thighs and tried to pull me even deeper. She grunted, and started
coming almost right away. She began twisting her head from side to
side and making loud moaning noises. Finally, after one huge thrust,
she shuddered and dropped her legs. The bottoms of her feet made a
slapping noise as they hit the floor, and I remembered again that I
wasn't wearing a condom. I tried to pull out. But she had such a grip
on me I couldn't do it without hurting one of us. So I waited until
she calmed down a bit. She finally relaxed her grip and I was starting
to pull out, when she sat up. She watched me pull out of her as though
the sight mesmerized her. When I was completely free of her she
reached for my cock. 

I said, "Karen! I wasn't wearing a condom!

She didn't even look up, she said, "I know. It's okay, I'll take care
of everything."

My cock was sopping wet, and the hair around my balls was matted.
I hadn't come when I was inside her; so except for maybe some pre-cum,
the moisture was all hers. She was holding my cock in her hands, and
looking at it like she was studying a subject at school. Then she took
one of her hands and put it to her mouth and tasted it. She looked up
at me, and she slowly bent down and took my cock into her mouth. She
licked it clean, then she buried her face in my pubic hair and moved
it around until her face was covered with her own juices.

She sat back, and I watched her while she opened and closed her mouth
and licked her lips. 

I said, "Karen, what are you doing?"

"I'm doing something I've always wanted to do. I was tasting you and
me. I never swallowed before, and it's a different sensation. I know
that guys like girls to do it, and I always wondered about it. Most
girls think the guys want them to do it because it's a control thing.
Maybe it is. But some girls love to do it, and I think I now
understand why. I've never felt closer to you then I do right now.
Your essence is inside me, and I feel like you're part of me."

"But when I cum in your pussy I'm inside you."

"That's different. That's something that you do that ends up in my
body. 
But when I swallowed, I made a conscious decision to keep you inside
me. It was thrilling! I can still taste you."

"What about when you cleaned me off with your tongue after I was
inside you?"

"I always wanted to know what I really tasted like. I've tasted myself
on my fingers, but never when I was this excited. That's the reason I
cleaned you up so well before I asked you to be inside me. I Knew I
wouldn't last long, and wanted the result to be all me."

"Well, what do you think?"

"It's amazing. It's not objectionable, and it has nothing to do with
taste or consistency. It's simply the essence of who I am, and when
you go down on me, you do it because you know it gives me intense
pleasure. As you know, Vince never went down on me. He always said it
was nasty. You were the first one that ever did, and you did it the
other times we were together. It's a selfless act, and now that I know
what it represents, I don't think I could ever be with a man who
wouldn't do it."

Suddenly she sat up and got a serious look on her face.

She said, "Pete, I've been thinking about tonight ever since we made
the date, and there's something I want to tell you. Sexually, I've
only been with four guys in my life. All those years I was with Vince,
we kissed and petted a lot, but we really didn't start to have sex
until about a year and a half ago, and as you know, it was only anal.
Then you came along. The night we made love was the most fantastic
night of my life. I still think about it. After that, I tried to be
with other guys a couple of times. One guy was so nervous it was over
before we started, and the other guy was a pig. As soon as he got off,
he couldn't wait to leave. Then you and I dated several times. We had
sex, and it was wonderful again, but it was always hurried. Either you
had to get home, or we were worried that Dad or Clair might come in
and catch us. And I haven't had sex since. I know that you think I'm
seeing other guys. I am, but not sexually. I didn't want to tell you
that you were the only one, because I was afraid that you would think
I was hung up on you, and you would run away. 

"When you started seeing Kristen, I thought you were gone for good,
but obviously something happened, and for the time being at least,
you're back."

"Why do you mean by 'the time being' ?"

"Because, right now you don't have a girlfriend. But it won't last
long.
Another gorgeous girl will come along, and you'll be gone again."

"But Karen, YOU are gorgeous! You're everything a guy could possibly
want. Why do you lack self-confidence?"

The look on her face was sad, and she touched my arm and continued,

"I don't! I know I'm pretty and I know I have a nice shape. I've been
going with the star quarterback forever, and now I've been seen with
you. Half of the girls in school would kill to be me. 

"But I'm not the girl for you my love. I wish I was."

Then she raised an eyebrow and said, "But I'm the girl who's with you
right now, and I'm not finished with you!"

She reached into the nightstand, brought out a tube of something, and
some condoms. She grinned and said, "Working in a drugstore has some
perks."
 
She tossed the condoms on the nightstand, and then I watched in
amazement as she opened the tube and squirted some white cream in her
hand and rubbed it around my cock and balls. Then she held the tube to
the head of my cock, and forced some down the hole.

"Karen! What's that?"

"It's a little preventative medicine, in case you're wondering about
me. Wait five minutes, then go urinate. In the meantime, I'm going to
take a quick shower, and we can get back to business."

"But what about you?"

"I'm okay. I'm wearing a diaphragm, and the very latest in odorless,
tasteless, spermacides. Hey! My dad's a pharmacist, right?
But for the rest of the night, you wear a condom."

She got up and ran into the bathroom. I watched her cute ass jiggling
as she ran, and I couldn't believe how lucky I was to be there. I
heard the shower start, and I laid back for a minute.

Why did she say she wasn't the girl for me? Why wasn't she? What did
she think I wanted from a girl? Come to think of it, what DID I want
from a girl? 

These thoughts were jumbling around in my head, when I the shower
stop. I got up and went into the bathroom, and Karen was drying off.
Her hair was in a shower cap, and she quickly tore it off when I came
in.

I said, "Why'd you do that?"

"Shower caps are dumb-looking."

I grabbed her shoulders and kissed her. Then I said, "There is nothing
you could do to make yourself dumb-looking. You're so gorgeous I could
eat you up."

She grinned and said, "I'm planning on it. Now hurry up and get
cleaned up. I'll go inside and try to figure out a place for you to
start!"

She went into the bedroom and I went over to the toilet to pee. The
first part of the stream came out milky colored, but it soon cleared
up and I made a mental note to find out what that stuff was that she
used. I took a quick shower, and I was drying off as I went into the
other room. She was lying on her back on the bed. Her hair was spread
out on the pillow behind her. Her legs were apart, and she had her
hand between her legs massaging her pussy. It was a very erotic sight,
and she looked absolutely beautiful. She watched me as I went to the
bed and lay next to her, but she never stopped. 


I had never seen a girl masturbate before, and it was fascinating. She
watched me watch her for a while, then she closed her eyes. Her
movements weren't rapid or frenzied; her fingers just moved in a
circular motion on top and around her clit, and once in a while her
body would jerk slightly. She was pacing herself. Keeping herself on
the edge.
Her other hand was touching her breasts. First one, then the other.
Her touch was light. Her hand would glide over a breast, just touching
the skin, then she would stop and roll a nipple gently between her
forefinger and thumb.

I was mesmerized. I don't think I ever saw anything sexier in my life.

Her hand was touching the breast opposite me, and I bent and touched
my lips to the nipple of the breast nearest me. I didn't suckle; I
just touched my tongue to it to wet it, then, holding my lips to it, I
let my breath wash over it.

She quietly whispered "Oh God," and I could feel her temperature start
to rise. A moment later, she gasped, her body jerked a couple of times
and she stopped moving. 

I moved up and kissed her on the lips. 

She returned my kiss and moaned softly.

After a few seconds I moved to the bottom of the bed. Her hand and her
pussy were glistening with her juices. The aroma of her arousal wafted
up to me and I was so turned on I nearly came. I moved her arm away,
and using my fingertips, I lifted the petals of her outer lips apart.
The tissue inside her was a rich red, and the pearl white nubbin of
her clitoris was clearly visible. 

I touched my tongue to it, and she cried out like she was in pain!

Startled, I pulled back! 

She howled, "OH NO! DON'T STOP! And she grabbed my head and pulled me
back to her. This time I wasn't gentle. I took her clit and as much of
the surrounding tissue as I could in my mouth, and I forced my tongue
as far inside her as I could.

She made a high-pitched noise and tried to pull me even closer. I
began twisting my head around and licking and sucking her as hard as I
could, and she started coming. She tasted wonderful. There was a hint
of soap from the shower, but the rest was all her, and it was
different than other girls. It made me wonder if every girl had her
own unique formula. 

She was getting everything incredibly wet. It wasn't the flood I had
experienced with some girls, but there was much more than with Kristen
or Nell. I kept it up for a while, until she finally pulled me off,
and with a huge sigh, she said. "Oh God, Pete! You have to stop for a
minute, I've never cum so much in my life."

Then she looked at me and giggled. 

I knew immediately why. I was covered with her juices. I jumped up and
went to the bathroom for a towel. When I looked in the mirror, my
entire head and chest were sopping wet, and there was a big drop
hanging from my nose.

I rinsed off in the sink, then I toweled off, and brought the towel to
her and wiped her body down. She watched me as I did it, and when I
was finished, she said, "Lay down beside me for a minute."

I Lay next to her, and she put her head on my chest. My cock was about
three-quarters hard, and she took it in her hand and began slowly
stroking it. She was quiet for a minute, and I said, "Are you okay?"

"Better than okay. I feel wonderful."

"I love pleasing you."

"I know you do. I can't imagine a more tender or considerate lover."

"Is that all I am to you? Am I just a good guy to be in bed with?"

She rose up on her elbow and said, "Oh no! You're more than that.
You're --. Well, you're much more than that."

"Then why did you say that you aren't the girl for me."

She was about to say something when the phone rang.

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