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If you are under the age of 18, or otherwise forbidden by law to 
read electronically transmitted erotic material, please go do 
something else.

This material is Copyright, 2004, Uther Pendragon.  All rights 
reserved.  I specifically grant the right for all reproduction 
necessary for normal Usenet propagation.  I specifically grant 
the right of downloading and keeping ONE electronic copy for your 
personal reading so long as this notice is included.  Reposting 
requires previous permission.

Most of my other stories can be found at:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/index.html

If you have any comments or requests, please E-mail them to me at 
anon584c@nyx.net.  

All persons here depicted, except public figures depicted as 
public figures in the background, are figments of my imagination 
and any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly 
coincidental.

                              = = =

                              Midst
                         Uther Pendragon
                        anon584c@nyx.net


"Josh!  Your roommates will hear us."

"Well, then, don't talk.  Anyway, what do you think they're 
doing?"

"What they think we're doing.  But I don't want them to *know*."

"There are things to do with our mouths that can't be overheard."

                              . . . 

"The kiss almost makes up for the excuse."

"You don't believe me?"

"No, but more of those kisses might persuade me."

"Okay."

"Josh.  Kissing *those* doesn't interfere with my talking."

"Seems nothing does."

                              . . . 

"Oh.  Oh, Josh.  Oh!"

"You like?"

"I liked, but I'm afraid someone heard."

*Aaah.  Damn!*

"Megan didn't hear. And Matt wasn't paying attention."

"Your walls are awfully thin."

"Try to keep silent, then."

                              . . . 

"Oh, yes, yesss."

"I love you, love your response, love your taste."

"Oh!"

"Taylor, that hurt.  Try to keep your fingernails to yourself."

"Well, I really liked it.  And I wanted your head to stay there."

"And it would have stayed there if you hadn't clawed me."

"Well, I'm sorry.  And thanks for not screaming.  As long as we 
whisper, I can pretend nobody is listening."

*Oh God!*

"Brandon isn't.  And Nicole..."

*Now!  I'm....*

"...probably had more important things on her mind right then."

"Her mind?  You think that's what he's...?"

"Pfft.  Taylor, sometimes I love your devious humor." 

"Mmmm.  Sometimes?"

"And the rest of the time it's this, ... and this, ... and -- 
mostly -- this."

"Oh yes."
                              . . .

"So sweet.  You're all that I want, all that a man could want."

"What I want... is you... inside me... now!"

"Oh yes!  Oh Taylor.  So warm.  So tight!"

"Move."

                              . . .

"Josh, I'm close."

"Oh Darling.  I think I'm closer."

*Fuck.  Fuck.  FUCK!*

"Brandon's closest."

"Mpf.  Hmpf.  Hmpf.  Hmpf.  Well, that brought me back."

"Well, fine.  Just so you can keep moving."

"Like this? Like this? Or like this?"

"Yes....  Yes!"

"Oh darling. Oh?  Oh... GOD!"

                              . . .

"Well, so much for whispering."

"You think they heard?"

"The question isn't 'Did your roommates hear?'  They heard.  The 
rest of the building heard.  The question is how far down the 
block it carried."

"You exaggerate.  Want me off?"

"Really, I do.  Cuddle?"

"Cuddle."


The end 
Midst
Uther Pendragon
anon584c@nyx.net
2004/09/03

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