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From: Uther Pendragon <nogardneprethu@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} "Bewildered - M" -- Uther (MF wl)
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Date: Sat, 05 Mar 2011 08:10:01 -0500
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Bewildered - M
by Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com


MF wl

Bill Pierce was sopping as he climbed the stairs to his apartment. The rain
would clear the last remaining drifts from the winter's previous snow storm.
He'd been in the Chicago area long enough to not call it the "last" snow
until May -- at least. Still, it had come down hard and from one direction
after another. His umbrella had kept his hat dry, but not his trousers.

Carolyn's welcome-home kiss, on the other hand, was rather dry. What had he
done wrong now? Well, he'd change his clothes before asking. He noticed that
the clothes she'd been wearing were draped over most available surfaces in
their bedroom. Even her bra had got soaked! Carolyn was allergic to real
umbrellas. He came back in a flannel shirt, khakis, and loafers. He set the
table while she kept silence.

"What's wrong?" he finally asked when they'd sat down.

"Remember that bastard, Walther? When he assigned us a paper late in the
semester? I decided blow him off -- submitted a trifling paper that fit his
public criteria. The other papers were more important, and I figured I could
take the C."

"Yeah." At least it wasn't anything that <b>he</b> had done. Indeed, she
sounded more puzzled than angry.

"I got the paper back today."

"Is it going to cause you problems, hold back the degree?"

"No. That's not it." She got up. When she came back, she handed him the
paper. It was a little damp, but graded A+.

"He said it was the best paper that had come out of the class. I got an A in
the course, too."

"Well, that's wonderful. I'd been worried." Second-guessing her in her
career was idiocy, but she'd been so insistent that she'd show that
professor how unimportant he was that he'd really feared the consequences.

"I got an A- on my paper for Kindle. He told me he knew I could analyze more
deeply than I had done. Still got an A in the course, though. Money and
Banking was a B in the course. I haven't got the paper back yet."

"That's wonderful. Is there something else you're not telling me --
something for which all this is merely compensation?"

"Nope. That's my news."

"But you don't seem pleased."

"I'm pleased, but I'm more bewildered. It was a shallow paper on a shallow
idea. It was scantily sourced. I can't understand it."

"Well, the grades call for a celebration. I wouldn't recommend going out in
this weather, though."

"Trust Bill. We need to celebrate, but we can't go out. We really
<b>must</b> celebrate in here. I wonder what we could do to celebrate. Maybe
hold the celebration in bed?" She was wronging him. If it had been his
victory, he'd propose a celebration in bed. It was her victory, and she
deserved something she would enjoy.

"I could go out for some ice cream or something."

"I'm only teasing you. I -- in case you haven't noticed -- enjoy our
celebrations in bed, too. And, whatever your other faults, you make sure
that I do." His other faults! She wasn't perfect, either. Still... "I have
some stuff to do, though." Well, he hadn't proposed an in-bed celebration
right then -- hadn't really proposed an in-bed celebration at all. That had
been her idea.

"I need to do the dishes, too." And, when he had done those, he made a point
of shaving again. She never complained about the feel of his whiskers in the
evening, really only an occasional comment -- rather than a complaint -- in
the morning before he'd shaved. Still, she sometimes expressed pleasure at
the smoothness of his cheek, and this would be her celebration. He read the
<i>Trib</b> and the <i>Wall Street Journal</i> in the living room while she
worked at the kitchen table. When she took her bathroom time, he followed
immediately.

She was waiting in bed with the lamp on when he got out. He turned off the
overhead and got into bed. For her celebration, he kissed her face and then
over her torso before getting serious. While they shared a deep kiss and his
tongue explored her mouth, his hand stroked her mound and the outside of her
snatch. She was already juicy. He rubbed her lips against one another. When
her body tensed, he used his finger to draw some of that moisture up her
groove to her nub. He was still kissing her mouth when she went over. He
pulled his tongue back in caution -- no telling whether she'd bite it
unintentionally -- but maintained the kiss until she'd gone over completely
and had relaxed.

"For the B," he said. He rubbed her lips together again as he kissed up her
melon. He licked the tip and stroked her nub until she tensed again. Then he
sucked the tip and moved his finger in circles over her nub. When she'd gone
over again, he waited until she was done to lift his mouth from her melon.

 He switched to the far melon, and sucked the tip while continuing to stroke
her nub. When he body tensed under his arm, he broke contact with her melon
and took a moment to appreciate the expression on her face. It changed from
concerned to worried. When she looked tense, he moved between her legs.

"Yeah," she said. He fitted himself to her entrance and brought his hand
back to support himself on the bed above her.

"For the A plus," he said as he slid into her juicy, welcoming, warmth.
Buried deep within her, he wriggled as he adjusted himself to rest on his
elbows while his hands clasped her melons. As he drove in and out of her
snatch, she rose and fell in perfect rhythm with him. She grimaced just
before her snatch clutched at his dick.

"Yes," he said as he poured himself into her rhythmic clasps. He kissed the
tips of both melons before rolling himself to the side. She hugged him like
that, and he returned the hug. "You are a delight, and not only in class."

"It's our own classroom, and you're the teacher."

"Then you never get a grade lower than 100%." He bent forward to kiss her
before they went through the contortions to extricate themselves from the
bed clothes.

"Move back," she said. When he did, she waited for him to turn off the lamp
and turn back towards her. Then she scooted over so that her buns were in
his lap. "My celebration," she said. "You have to hold me." He'd never been
so glad to do as she asked.

The end

Bewildered - M
by Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com



These same events from Carolynl's perspective:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/Gjt/pie_05f.htm
Bill's experience


The first adventures of Carolyn with Bill:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/Gjt/pie_01m.htm
"Get a Room - M"


Another story about another couple beginning their marriage:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/Gjt/fos_06m.htm
"Northern Sunset - M"

The index to almost all my stories:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/index.htm
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