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Brad's Day
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Brad's day had been grueling by the time he finally made it to
his favorite watering hole. The waves of the nearby ocean were
getting larger from an oncoming Spring storm. Nothing to be too
concerned about, just enough turbulence to drive the pesky tourist
back home and prevent any new arrivals. This was one of Brads'
favorite occasion. It seemed as though a camaraderie returned to
the beach with the absence of strangers. There was a relaxation
with the locals who could enjoy each other's company without the
demands of the otherwise busy jobs.
Brad dropped onto the barstool and positioned himself for an
ice cold beer. Taking a quick look around the room, he noticed
that there was just one other customer. John, the bartender,
placed the bottle down on the Lucky Lady's napkin. Brad looked at
the black lettering on the paper and noticed that the original
design had been changed. The long stem of the "L" in Lucky was now
a silhouette of a naked woman with her arms reaching up over her
head. He liked the look of the curve in her back. A few seconds
later Brad asked, "What's this about?" When he looked up at John,
both of them began to grim like school boys talking about a hot
date.
John jerked his head to the side, throwing a quick glance
towards the other end of the bar. "Bosses idea." he said flatly.
"Thinks we need a promotion idea for the coming season and has
hired that pretty woman down there to come up with one. This
napkin is one of her ideas that he likes."
Brad followed John's direction and laid eyes on a very pretty
woman dressed in a tight, sleeveless, green dress. Her elbows were
propped on the bar, and her hands were raised up supporting her
chin. She looked as if she was lost in her thoughts. All the
while, her long legs dangled from her short dress. Her left foot
tapped to the beat of the song playing on the radio.
Without hesitation, Brad walked over to her and took the stool
to her left. "I hope you don't mind me coming over here. John was
just telling me about the promotion, and I thought you might like
a little local input."
"You're right." she said and then asked, "Do you come here
often?"
"Whenever I'm in town and have some free time."
"Well then, tell me what you think would attract some new
faces." As she said then, her left arm dropped down and around to
the back of her bar stool. She then turned her body toward Brad.
As she did this, Brad's eyes dropped down to her breasts. His
attention was drawn to the neckline of her dress which was cut a
little lower than the top of her chest. It revealed an extremely
attractive pair of big fleshy mounds - the kind that are good for
getting lost in and then resting on later.
Suddenly, he realized that he was more than glancing. He
grabbed his beer up to his mouth and looked down towards John
restocking the cooler. A second later, he stated that he really
didn't think the bar need a promo for the summer. He liked the bar
the way it was - why change things?
"You may be right, but the owner wants to pay me for some
ideas, and that happens to be my specialty. Although, it is not
always my favorite thing to do."
Brad swallowed a little harder than usual when he felt her
hand rub his thigh. He looked down at John still restocking the
ice chest. He pretended not to notice where her hand was until he
was more sure of her intentions. Her hand, which started rubbing
mid-thigh, was now edging its way towards his crotch. He turned
and met her look. She was almost expressionless, but her eyes
suggested a wildness Brad responded to immediately. His heart
jumped once, and his dick woke up quick.
"Attracting new customers is neither here nor there at the
moment." he threw out and then added "Why don't we get out of
here."
"I just drove into town and haven't decided whether I'm
staying the night. So I can't offer a place." she said.
"That's alright. I know the perfect place. That is if you're
thinking what I think you're thinking."
She turned and faced him squarely, placed a hand on either
side of his head and pulled him to her. As soon as their lips
touched, her mouth opened and she moved her head and lips slowly,
breathing easily. Her hands moved slowly down his face, then his
neck, and made their way to his chest. With her fingers pressed
into his tight chest muscles, she drew back slowly, open her eyes
and said, "You make me so hot!"
Brad grabbed her purse and hand, bounced form his stool, and
pulled her towards the door, while shouting out to John that he
would see him soon.
By the time they walked out and into the parking lot, the sun
was barely visible. Warm colors hovered over the horizon. The
woman stopped suddenly and gazed down at the undeveloped end of the
island. She seemed to be absorbing the view allowing it to reach
beyond her eyes.
When Brad reached with his free hand to unlock the car door,
she tugged at him, asking if they could take a walk on the beach.
She explained how seldom she saw the ocean and how good it made her
feel.
"Of course." he replied and led the way to the well traveled
path which opened onto the strand.
Still holding hands they walked towards the quiet end of the
beach seeking a private place. Neither spoke, but both knew that
the moments ahead held more of the same deliciousness tasted in the
bar.
After a few moments of walking on the soft sand, she began
tugging him towards the water's edge. He resisted, and she came to
him and began that same slow kissing on his mouth. A few more
seconds of that, and he knew he would follow her anywhere. Turning
away from him, she pulled him closer and closer to the water until
he felt the coolness wash over his feet and ankles.
"What about our clothes?" came out of his mouth.
She turned her head and just smiled, pulling him deeper into
the ocean. A few more steps and the water was splashing against
their chests. When she turned around and brought her hands up to
his shoulders, he could see that the cool waters made her nipples
hard enough that they pressed out against the wet fabric.
"Listen honey, I'm glad as hell that we met and you like this
cold water, but there's a storm off shore. These currents can get
rough out here."
"I didn't know." she said and began moving towards the shore.
Out of the water, she pressed her body against his to shield
herself from the breeze. Her warmth radiated from her body, and
soon Brad found himself embraced tightly to a woman who obviously
enjoyed his company.
They made their way to the edge of the dunes and both dropped
to the ground simultaneously. Immediately, she rolled him over on
his back and covered his body with hers. The dunes blocked the
wind, and soon all he could feel was her heat.
It was as if she couldn't decide whether she preferred is
mouth, neck, or ears. She roamed slowly to each one and kissed
them with burning desire. Brad rubbed her back with his arms and
hands. As he pressed the inside of his forearms against her back,
his hand reached for her zipper and pulled down. The skin on her
back was very warm and smooth. His hands were like magnets being
dragged over her skin. He reached into her dress and felt the top
of her rear. She lifted herself up and bent her shoulders
together. The pressure of his wrists against the bottom of the
zipper pulled the dress down off her shoulders revealing most of
her breasts. He pushed her over on her back and used his chin to
force the material down.
Brad raised up and let his eyes travel over both of her
luscious mounds. This time it was him that couldn't decide which
he preferred - the right or left. Suddenly, he felt an absolute
drunkenness from the sight of it all and the smell of her perfume.
He then lowered his head close to her body. He ran the tip of
his tongue over her skin and lingered at the cleavage, flattening
out, leaving a trail of moisture. The skin on his lips tingled
when he touched one of her enlarged nipples. He purposely teased
her by running his tongue around the base of the nipple then gently
blowing on it. With a very slow rhythm, his tongue danced on the
surface of her nipple, along the perimeter. Her back arched up
begging him to cover the entire area all at once. Quickly, he
pulled back his head and said, "In good time, darlin." Her hips
responded forcefully and pressed up against his rock-hard dick.
Brad felt her hungry hands tugging at his pants. He reached
to unbutton and unzip them. As soon as his organ spilled out, she
grabbed it all and began rubbing both palms against his fevered
skin. His dick and balls were being ignited with each touch.
Finally, when he thought he was about to explode, she reached down,
raised her dress up over her hips, spread her legs open, took hold
of his rear, and pulled him into her.
Her stickiness oozed from her body almost to the point of
dripping. He slid in easily and felt her muscles tighten around
his erection. Feelings of tremendous pleasure washed over him with
each of her squeezes. She rolled him over, raised up and began to
pull her dress off over her head. While the dress was covering her
face, he took both breasts in his hands and then closed his eyes.
She stopped momentarily, finished removing the dress, then she
guided his hands down to her hips. She leaned over him and kissed
his mouth firmly while she rubbed his body. His hands set the
rhythm of his favorite motions. Her hips responded exactly as he
guided - up and down in a circular motion. Brad could hardly
contain the energy which had been building at the base of his dick.
She rested her head on his shoulder and her chest on his chest.
She reached down to grab hold of his ass. He heard her breathing
harder and faster and absolutely loved the way she squeezed his
rear. In a second, she moaned a good feeling and her vaginal
muscles spasmed hard. As soon as this happened, his juice shot
out. He suspended all motion and relaxed into the superb
sensations.
His mouth opened and her's landed on it. It was as if the
energy escaping from his penis was traveling through her body into
his mouth. Complete and electric ecstasy!!
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CONNIE Part I
(fragment from a novel-in-progress)
Midway through my first year of graduate study at Berkeley, a paper I
had submitted was accepted to be read at the June conference of the
Western Social Sciences Association in San Diego. I was excited and Alex
was happy for me, too; in our eyes, anything one of us did reflected
equally on the other. But when June arrived, Alex had her hands full
revising her senior thesis so she could graduate that summer, and I had
to fly down alone. I've never sought out crowds, but neither do I
particularly enjoy traveling by myself. If a place is worth visiting at
all, it's probably an experience worth sharing with someone else. Well,
what the hell, I could manage two days, I thought -- but I wouldn't
bother with the beach or Balboa Park.
A couple hours after leaving Oakland International, I stood near the
end of a long, serpentine queue before the front desk of the conference
hotel, trying to calculate how long it would be before I could relax in
my room.
An hour at least, maybe two. The line shifted a bit and I picked up my
overnighter and my attache case, took one step forward, and set them down
again. I sighed and let my vision drift out of focus, but a tinkling,
elfin laugh just in front of me brought my attention back. I had paid no
attention to the girl ahead of me in line and I realized now it was partly
because the top of her head barely reached my chin. I had looked right
over her head and sighed practically in her ear! As she turned and
grinned up at me over her shoulder, her silky black hair, cut in a
medium-length pageboy, shone with reflected light from the lobby
chandeliers. Her face looked as smooth and flawless as translucent
porcelain the shade of sandalwood or cinnamon. The longest, thickest
lashes I had ever seen -- I knew intuitively they were genuine -- shaded
a pair of black-brown elliptical eyes so hypnotically ancient and deep
their twinkle seemed incongruous. Her small mouth was enhanced by
brilliant red lipstick. She wore a straw-colored linen suit over a white
silk blouse, both businesslike and alluring. I took in all this in less
than a second.
"Maybe we'll have to sleep here in the lobby tonight," she laughed.
Her voice was bell-like but included a nameless quality that I was sure
would grab any man by the throat, the heart, and the balls, all at the
same moment. No accent, either, so she wasn't an exchange student (I took
it for granted, on no evidence at all, that this tiny beauty wouldn't be
a faculty member somewhere.) Without her two-inch heels I guessed she
couldn't be taller than 4'10", but she was so properly proportioned that
she seemed not short but doll-like. A cliche, I know, but even cliches
are founded in truth. She raised a perfectly arched eyebrow and tilted
her head quizzically. I was suddenly aware of my loosely drooping jaw and
the fact that I was staring down at her. I could feel the flush rising
above my collar.
"Uh, yeah -- I mean, they'll, uh.... I'm sorry -- I sound like an
idiot." I swallowed and tried to regroup my scattered thoughts.
"Let me try again," I apologized. The twinkle in her eye was brighter;
she *knows* she has this effect on men, I thought. "I think it's going to
take another hour, at least, to get to the front of this line, and I don't
think we're likely to lose our places." Only two other registrants stood
behind us.
I made a joking half-bow. "Would you allow me to buy you a drink so we
can wait this out in comfort?" Because it's unexpected, European formality
frequently gets an American woman's attention.
"You've got a deal!" We parked our bags behind the velvet retaining
rope at one side of the lobby, walked into the bar, and took a small table
in the quieter area at the back. As I held her chair for her, I belatedly
introduced myself.
She held out a small, elegantly manicured hand and I took it
carefully.
"I'm Connie Liang, University of Hawaii." Her palm was cool and satiny.
I'm only a bit above average size, but this lady made me feel like a
280-lb. linebacker. Her surname was obviously Chinese, but she appeared
to be a more exotic blend of Japanese, southeast Asian, Polynesian, and
probably a little European. A typically Hawaiian background, in other
words. We chatted over a couple of bottles of Bass and she told me she
about the graduate work she was doing in social anthropology. She was
also in San Diego to read a paper. From remarks she made I re-estimated
her age upward; she had to be a year or two older than I was. Her voice
was wonderfully musical and I resolved to attend her session, regardless
of its subject, just to hear her read.
After a little while, I rose and peered out at the lobby. The line
was down to almost no one now, so I paid the tab and we retrieved our
bags and checked in. Connie was on the 10th Floor and I was on the 11th.
On the way up in the empty elevator, Connie mentioned with elaborate
casualness that she thought she might just go down to the pool deck on
the 5th Floor and "splash around a little." I caught her calculating
sidelong glance and allowed as how I might just do the same thing. She
flashed me what I hoped was a promising smile as she got off at her
floor.
During the few seconds between the 10th and 11th Floors, all by myself
in the car, I had an sudden, unnerving conviction that Alex was standing
beside me. The feeling was so strong I actually turned my head to ask her
how she had gotten there -- and as I did, she vanished, leaving behind an
amused chuckle, like a Cheshire cat. Her voice whispered in the back of my
skull. "Michael, don't worry about it ... have fun, enjoy yourself! I
won't be angry. Don't you know me any better than that?"
Yes, I did know her better than that. All the years we were living
together, leading a terrific sex life , we were nevertheless out
there dating other people and sampling considerable sexual variety. I
learned early not to be jealous when she quietly slipped in from a
late date radiating a lingering orgasmic flush or when she rinsed some
guy's cum out of her mouth with ginger ale. Nor was she anything but
pleased when I came home with my zipper still half-open and my fingers
smelling of another girl's cunt. Often she wound up in my bed or I in
hers, sharing our experiences and still aroused and primed by the
evening's adventures. I must be feeling guilty, I thought. Weird. Why
should I feel I'm betraying my SO just because I'm attracted to such
a terrific girl?
Ridiculous. The elevator door slid open and I hurried down the hall to my
room, trying to remember if I had packed my swimming trunks.
* * * * *
Thirty minutes later I was walking out on the pool deck in a polo
shirt and my Hawaiian-print jams (good unintentional planning, I
thought), with a hotel bath towel draped artfully about my neck. It was a
half-hour till dusk, my favorite time for swimming and beach-strolling,
and there were only eight or ten other people present, laughing and
talking in two groups up at the shallow end. Everyone else would be at
dinner. I glanced around but didn't see Connie. Either she'll come or she
won't, I thought, and hung my towel and shirt over the back of a deck
chair.
I sat down on the pool curbing next to the diving board and cautiously
stuck one foot in the water. Great -- the pool was heated! I glanced again
at the glass doors; still no Connie. Ah, well. I took a breath and pushed
off into the deep end, headed straight for the bottom. When my feet
touched the cement eight feet below, I crouched down with my knees bent.
I paused a few seconds, enjoying the null gravity sensation. Then I
uncoiled and shot myself back to the surface, arms at my sides, arching
over backward to smack my shoulder blades against the water. My "humpback
whale" trick, Alex called it. Childish, probably, but half the fun of a
swimming pool is in not acting like an adult.
Then I heard that silvery laugh again, accompanied by a patter of
applause, and I looked up. Connie had arrived while I was underwater. I
splashed the few yards to the side of the pool and hooked my elbow over
the edge. She was wearing a one-piece smooth silver suit (to go with the
laugh, I thought inanely), cut in a deep V almost to her navel, that
contrasted sharply with her light brown skin and black hair.
She knelt and tried not to giggle. "Tell me ... did you do that on
'porpoise'?"
I rolled my eyes, groaned in the expected manner, and reached out as
if to grab her ankle and fling her into the pool. She skipped back a few
steps grinning and waved me farther away from the diving board. She
stepped onto the board, adopted a serious expression, and shook out her
fingers as if preparing for a difficult dive. As she paced out to the
end, looking every bit an Olympian, I saw that the back of her suit was
scooped very wide and low; only the thinnest of straps crossed vertically
over her shoulders and had the back been cut any lower she would have
revealed a second cleavage.
There were no tan marks, of course, to spoil the gently rippling surface
of her upper body. She took a precisely placed bounce on the end of the
board and I expected to see a 2-1/2 twist or something equally
spectacular.
On the way up, she touched her pointed toes with her fingertips, arms and
legs absolutely straight -- a form obviously the result of many hours of
practice. But at the peak of her arc, she suddenly tucked herself into a
perfect, slowly spinning cannonball and hit the surface of the water with
a splash that caused a small tsunami at the other end of the pool!
I pushed out to the end of the board and reached up for an ape-hang as
she paddled back from her point of impact.
"I can't think of a horrible pun just now," I grinned, "but I'll give
that one a 9.9!" She reached me and rested a hand on my shoulder for
buoyancy, and I added in a softer voice, "And I have to give you a 10 just
for looking the way you do."
She smiled more intimately and ran her other hand across my chest
beneath the surface, pausing to trace a circle around each nipple with a
fingertip. "You're not so bad yourself, big boy."
Where did she get this dialogue? Well, I'd seen quite a few old films
myself. "I'll bet you say that to all the boys who are a foot taller than
you."
She nodded slightly in approval as if I had just passed a test.
"Speaking of 'taller', you might be standing on the bottom for all I know,
but my legs are getting tired."
"Want to get out of the pool?" I hoped not, not yet.
"No, it's too warm in here and too cold out there. Just let me shift
into my barnacle routine."
Her legs, which had been slowly scissor-kicking, slid up and wrapped
themselves around my right thigh. At the same time, she twisted around to
face me at an angle and now one knee was pressed in friendly fashion
against my crotch. In the water, her clinging suit had become
semi-transparent. I was very much aware of her dark nipples erect beneath
the cloth, especially since one was being pressed firmly into my ribs.
Even in the warm water, I could feel my cock stirring. Her left arm
slipped around my back and her thumb hooked itself casually over the
waistband of my trunks. I steadied my grip on the end of the diving
board. I didn't care if my arm developed a permanent cramp, I was
attached to that board as long as Connie wanted to stay in the pool.
I put my free arm around her and stroked my palm up and down the
smooth resiliency of her back. I could feel the subtle muscles that come
with regular swimming. Other muscles were shifting slightly in her thighs
and calves. There were other activities besides swimming that that
well-maintained body was expert at, I was sure. My hand slid downward
across the small of her back, past the edge of her suit, and I paused and
watched out of the corner of my eye for her reaction. She squeezed my
thigh between hers, so I continued down over the curve of her small, firm
ass. She brushed her nose across the top of my chest and leaned in
closer. My chest was right at surface level and my nipples had hardened,
both from being in the water and from her previous attention to them. She
submerged a few more inches and fastened her lips around one nipple,
sucking as if it were a soda straw, while her hand moved from my chest
down to my abdomen. Connie's aggressive ideas of foreplay were a
revelation even to me, and the experience was very arousing.
After several minutes of mutual stroking and caressing, she climbed up
and breathed into my ear, which produced a wave of delightful shivers down
my neck. "Why don't we move up toward the other end?" she whispered.
I watched the last of the other pool inhabitants gathering up towels
and sandals and strolling back into the building. It was full dusk now,
and the pool's underwater lights had come on, but they weren't too
bright.
"Sounds good to me," I replied.
Connie adoitly unwrapped herself and headed for the four-foot marker
with long, powerful strokes. After a few moments of stretching my abused
left arm, I set out after her.
When I arrived, she had her back to the pool wall and her legs spread
wide. "C'mere," she said softly. As I moved in and put my arms around her
torso, she wrapped her legs loosely around my waist and hooked her wrists
behind my neck. Her kiss was long and sensuous, accompanied by rhythmic
movements of her crotch against my groin. Alex and I nearly always moved
to each other by mutual but unspoken consent, we had been together so
long. Connie's aggressive style of sex play was new to me and I found it
both exhilarating and very erotic.
I gripped both cheeks of her perfect ass and pressed her harder to me.
She raised herself up a little and I attempted to suck her nipples out
through the surface of her suit. She grabbed a shock of my hair in her
teeth and tugged my head up, then wiggled her tongue between her lips in
invitation. She was expecting a deep kiss, but instead I grabbed her
tongue with my lips, as I had done her nipples a moment before, and
sucked. I was trying to match her "surprise" style of foreplay by making
it up as I went along -- and with that move I succeeded. Her dark eyes
widened. She wrapped both arms around my head, crushed her mouth hard
against mine, and strained to push her surprisingly long tongue down my
throat. She growled a little and both our mouths vibrated. Her thighs
tightened around my waist and I wondered in passing if I would end up
with a cracked vertebra. She mashed her crotch so hard against my cock I
was certain I could feel the lips of her cunt on either side of it, even
through both our suits. After a few minutes of convulsive dry-humping she
seemed to regain her senses enough to realize that I was becoming very
short of breath. She loosened her scissor grip and pulled her head back
to stare into my eyes. Her lips were parted and her lipstick was smeared
all over her mouth. She continued to grasp and tug and release my hair
with both hands.
"Oh, you're beautiful! Where have you been all my life?" Her voice
shook a little.
Another cliche, but this time I had an answer. "I've been waiting to
meet a water sprite, and here you are," I replied. I combed my fingers
back through that shining black hair. "If you're planning to lure me away
to the bottom of the sea, I'm ready to go."
Connie was regaining control of her voice now. "How's your room?
Single or double occupant?"
"Just me and a double bed," I replied.
"Then I think we ought to get in out of this cool breeze. For our
health. And my bed's King-size."
I hadn't been paying attention to the weather, but she was right. The
cool San Diego night breeze was giving me goosebumps. I waded on up the
slope of the shallow end and went carefully up the steps; Connie still had
her arms and legs wrapped around me. She was so small I could have carried
her back to the room that way, but I didn't want to risk running into a
senior faculty member with a beautiful girl plastered across my front like
bronze armor. She must have had the same thought because she suddenly let
go of me, landing perfectly poised and reaching for her towel. I was
certain now that she must have had gymnastics training -- every move she
made, every step she took, was so effortlessly graceful. I doubted that
she had ever stumbled or tripped in her life. I admired her as much as I
lusted for her.
We kissed again in the elevator between floors until an older couple
got on. Then we stood silently in the back of the car, Connie in front of
me. I was running my open hands over her ass while she reached back to
caress my cock through my trunks. We both squirmed but neither of us made
a sound.
When we got off at the 10th Floor, Connie looked up and down the hall, saw
no one and immediately pinned me to the wall with her body. I assumed she
was going to kiss me again and I began to lean down, but instead she stuck
out her tongue and painted a wet stripe up the front of my throat, Adam's
apple to chin. She giggled and trotted away up the corridor while I stood
frozen by the burning mark. I had to hurry to catch up. Nobody had ever
better take *this* woman for granted, I thought.
Inside the room, Connie's first move was to lock and bolt the door. I
flicked on the overhead light but she turned it off again and switched on
only the small bedside reading lamp. Now it was dim. She pushed me gently
back to sit on the edge of the bed. Then she spread her knees and sat
astride my lap, leaning back on her heels so she could scan my face. I put
my hands along the sides of her damp thighs to balance her, and she played
with the hairs on the backs of my wrists. Her expression had become
serious.
"Michael, you seem like a sweet guy, not the sort to try to take
advantage of me." I raised an eyebrow and she smiled; who was taking
advantage of whom? "I mean, I don't think you'd try to force yourself on
me. So I'm going to tell you some things up front that you ought to know
about me. First, I'm not as crazy as I sometimes act. I'm smart, I'm
successful at whatever I do, and I'm on my way up in my field. I do act
silly when I feel like it, and today I just kinda feel like it.
"Second, I like sex -- no, I *adore* it. I enjoy acting sexy, by
myself or with a man -- if I like him. I sure like you. I guess I'm just
a sensual person. But that doesn't mean I'm an easy lay; no one carves
another notch on his cock with me! I've had two serious love affairs in
the past five or six years and perhaps a dozen one- or two-night stands.
I even made it with a complete stranger once -- spur of the moment,
fifteen minutes of fantasy, bam, and I'm gone. But I'm usually very
picky; it's been more than two months since I fucked a guy and weeks
since I even kissed anyone. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"I think you're saying," I replied, "that you'd like to spend some
time with me -- I hope you will -- but that it's your choice to make." I
shrugged. "Well, it always is, isn't it? The woman's choice, I mean." I
patted her legs lightly in what I hoped was a reassuring gesture.
"Connie, I like women, almost all women, beautiful or not. And I
respect them -- if that makes any sense right now. Rape is not my thing.
Seduction, maybe, but that's a game, and both sides take their chances; if
it comes out right, nobody loses. I think *I'm* the one who's being
seduced this time, and I don't mind at all. We don't know each other well
enough yet for you to tell the difference between my brand of flattery
and the honest truth -- but I tell you honestly and truthfully that you
are one of the most absolutely beautiful and desirable women it's even
been my good fortune to meet. We'll play by your rules, I promise."
I took her by the shoulders and began to bring her within kissing
range, but she stopped me. "Third," she said. I waited.
"I hate to hurt the man I'm with as much as I love having fun with
him, as long as it lasts. I've been in love twice, or I thought I was,
and both of us were hurt each time it ended. I'm not fool enough to think
anyone can predict that they will or won't fall in love, and I don't
believe in 'love at first sight' anyway." I could see some painful
memories behind her infinitely dark eyes.
"If I get involved with a guy, for a few weeks or even a few hours, I
won't run around on him. I don't mind a little *temporary* possessiveness
in a man -- in fact, I take it as a compliment. I can be possessive, too!"
She flashed another smile. "But I understand the difference between
sex-for-mutual-pleasure and real love. A couple of the guys I've had
flings with have become friends even without the sex; they recognized
when that relationship ended and became something else, and they accepted
it." She took my face in her hands and looked at me with an expression
that begged me to understand.
"Don't decide you're in love with me, okay? I don't *want* to be in
love, not now. If it happens, it happens, but I don't want anyone getting
hurt!"
I took her hands and kissed them, and tried to match her earnestness.
"Connie, I have a girlfriend back in Berkeley. We've known each other and
lived together for a long time, and we love each other very much. We're
not married, but I think of her as my other half. In fact, I was a little
depressed when she couldn't come down here with me -- until I met you in
the registration line." Her eyebrows rose another fraction. "You just now
laid it on the line for me, in advance of anything that might happen
between us," I continued, "just to be sure I understood what was going on
here. That's very unusual and it's very honest. That girl back home owns
my heart absolutely -- but she's a very smart lady, too, and she knows
from experience that sex-for-fun is temporary, like a ferris wheel. You
have fun for awhile, you enjoy the ride, and then you go back home to the
one who loves you. She's gone round on the ferris wheel a few times
herself, and I always welcome her back with a smile and a kiss. Do you
see? I don't own her body -- I couldn't even if I wanted to -- but it
doesn't matter, because I know, absolutely *know*, that she loves me.
Neither she nor I has ever had anything to be jealous about."
I couldn't tell whether Connie quite believed I was telling her the
truth or not. "In my attache case over there is a copy of my conference
registration form, with my home phone number on it. If you like, you can
call her up and talk to her. Her name is Alex. She's as different from you
as the sun is from the moon, but she enjoys sex, too, believe me. She
might even make a few suggestions."
Still sitting astride my lap and holding my hands, Connie just looked
at me for another minute. I could practically hear the balance scales
clink in her head as she weighed out the possibilities. Then she smiled
broadly, pushed me onto my back, and began kissing and nibbling at my
throat. I was glad she had decided to believe me because what I'd told
her was the truth.
"Your suit seems to have dried," I commented as I slid my hands up and
down her back. "But mine's getting clammy. How about first things first?"
She rolled off, laughing, and I stood up and unknotted the string in
the front of my trunks. Connie bounced off the bed and pushed my hands
away.
"No, no, no! Let me do that; I enjoy unwrapping presents!" Barefoot,
she came only to the middle of my chest, but her arms circled my waist and
her hands slid down under my jams and squeezed my ass. She knelt and
pulled my trunks slowly down. When my reanimated cock sprang up, she made
clacking sounds with her teeth and lunged playfully at it.
"Down, Toto, down!" I laughed. I hadn't meant it literally, but she
obediently lay on her back on the floor, arms outstretched, legs slightly
apart, her hair scattered around her face. I stood over her, reached down,
and slid the silvery straps off her shoulders. She raised her arms and I
carefully pulled her bathing suit away from her breasts and down to her
hips, like peeling a banana. She raised her legs straight upward, pointing
her toes as she had when she dived off the board. I worked the silver suit
quickly down her legs, untangled it from her ankles, and tossed it on the
bed. Then I simply stood and looked down at this perfect, miniature Venus.
She saw the open admiration in my eyes and proceded to give me the
complete tour. Her breasts were small but in proportion to all the rest of
her, and they quivered firmly. She cupped them in her hands, rubbed her
dark brown nipples between her fingers, and sighed. Her legs were still in
the air; she spread them slowly and curled her ass up a little. Her pubic
hair formed a tiny black rectangle ending just above her cunt. Her clit
seemed as erect as my cock, protruding from the cocoa folds of her lips.
She curled her body smoothly to one side and I stepped back out of her way
as she suddenly became a three-sided pyramid -- ass at the apex, legs
still stretched out, the tips of her toes digging into the carpet, her
back perfectly straight, arms cushioning her head. She curled her toes
inward and her tiny asshole opened invitingly. Connie was exposing to me
everything her body had to offer, and the array of possibilities was
impressive. Her small frame, combined with her high degree of physical
conditioning and her obvious willingness to share it all with me, was
making me lightheaded.
Without conscious decision, I knelt between her slender, perfectly
turned legs and thrust my tongue into her cunt, flicking it against her
clit on the way in. She jerked slightly and I felt her thighs quiver
against my ears. I wrapped a hand around the front of each knee, to
balance her, and continued to stir my tongue around in her bare little
cunt, which was now beginning to drip with her juices. I remembered the
wetness of her mouth on my throat, out in the hall, and now my tongue
moved slowly, wetly, from the bottom of her cunt up toward her asshole. A
girl like this would always be absolutely clean, I knew that. As my
tongue traveled the last smooth brown inch between her legs she moaned
softly and trembled again.
When I reached the rim of her puckered anus I paused for a moment, and
not just to build the suspense. Rimming was something I seldom did, and
then only with Alex. I knew many women were uneasy about it. Yet Connie
hadn't stopped me; in fact her quivering tautness convinced me this was
something she would really enjoy. My tongue began tracing rings around the
rim of the deepest opening in her body and I could feel her heart rate
increase and her breathing become ragged. Then I plunged it as hard and as
far into her ass as I could, burying my face again and again between
her cheeks, and I could heard her half-sobs of passion. I became aware of
spasms ricocheting between her cunt and her ass as the orgasm carried her
away.
After a minute, I gently helped her to lie down with her stomach flat
on the carpet. Her back was arched and her groin rose at an angle in my
lap. Her knees, locked straight for so long, were now bent with her toes
pointed away from me. My cock, still erect and throbbing, tapped lightly
against the half-open slit but I made no attempt to push it into her,
though I could hardly ignore the enticing aroma of the wetness that
beaded the back of her crotch. I quietly stroked her ass and her thighs,
and I threaded my fingers between her toes and felt the tough smoothness
of the soles of her tiny feet. Finally, she attempted to get up but her
position was awkward for anything other than what we had been doing. I
rolled her over on her back and stood, scooping her up in my arms as I
rose; she weighed so little, it was like a lifting a little girl. I knew
that was part of what attracted me to her; she undoubtedly knew it too. I
laid her on the bed on her back and settled next to her on my side, head
propped on one hand so I could continue to look at her. Her eyes had been
closed in momentary exhaustion, but now they opened and I was favored
with a warm, dreamy smile. She held up her arms and I lay down with my
face next to hers and her arms around my neck.
"He followed me home, Ma; can I keep him?" She kissed me once,
lingeringly, and then nuzzled my ear with her nose.
"How did you know something like that would turn me on so? *I* didn't
know it." Her full voice was bell-like, but her whisper was husky. She
nibbled my earlobe and sighed happily.
"It wasn't just a lucky guess," I said, as my hand traveled down her
back, pressing her warm body against mine. "Besides, a gentleman always
lets a lady cum first."
"What do you mean, it wasn't a 'lucky guess'?"
I was still down by one horrible pun. "Well, being an Island girl, I
figured you couldn't resist a Pacific rim...."
She groaned and laughed softly in my ear; then she licked one finger
and marked a score in the air. "That's a hell of a start, but we've got
all night to try and top it. Don't we?" She hugged me affectionately.
"We certainly do," I replied, and hugged her back.
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CONNIE Part II
(fragment from a novel-in-progress)
It was a long night and neither of us got much sleep. There was too
much of each other to explore, and I think we covered every available square
inch. We began with a conventional fuck there on the bed, if anything about
Connie could be said to be conventional. She was a long way from being a
virgin, but her cunt was still tight. As I pushed my cock into her, she
locked her ankles so high up on my back I nearly slithered out again.
Finally, relying on her gymnastic strength, I hooked my arms behind her
knees and thrust up into her as far as I could reach. As she breathed
deeply with pleasure, I could feel the head of my cock battering against
her cervix. She made low growling noises again as I positioned myself to
apply maximum friction against her clit, and when we both climaxed, one
after the other a few minutes later, she was breathing rapidly with her
mouth wide open, almost as if she were in labor.
The taste of her own juices and my cum didn't bother her either, because
five minutes later she was stretched out atop me with my cock in her mouth
and the sweet smell of her pussy hovering just above my throat. She went
from sucking hard on my cock head to lightly flicking her tongue up and down
its length. I couldn't quite reach her cunt with my tongue, so I turned my
head a bit and nibbled the insides of her thighs while gently squeezing her
ass with both hands. When I finally came again, she sucked hard,
apparently not wanting to lose a drop of my semen.
After we caught our breaths, she urged me over on my stomach, pushed my
legs far apart, and lay with her face pressed snugly up between my legs.
She licked my balls and sucked them gently into her mouth one at a time and
then both together. A guy can't help but feel vulnerable in that position,
but I loved it -- especially when she tugged just a little. I couldn't
reach her at all with my hands, of course, so I was completely at her mercy.
I suspected she liked to be in control to some degree and I was content to
let her orchestrate our lovemaking. Besides, she was so very good at it!
She moved away from my balls and I felt my checks being spread. I
remembered her tapering, beautifully manicured fingernails, but what I felt
poking into my ass was too wet and mobile to be a finger. She swabbed her
tongue up and down, from the base of my balls all the way to the base of my
spine, pausing on each journey to flick it into my ass.
After a few minutes of that treatment, my cock was rigid again, trapped
between me and the bed, and I had to roll over on my back. Connie was
instantly on her knees over my cock, letting herself down onto it, then
lying on my chest and sliding slowly up and down on the organ that filled
her so completely. I couldn't reach to kiss her very easily -- the only
disadvantage of her lack of height -- so I lay happily and quietly,
smoothing her glossy hair and stroking her neck and shoulders. We dozed off
for perhaps thirty minutes, arms around each other, and a lovely woman
still impaled on my cock.
Connie brought me back to wakefulness by the simple method of resuming
her motion on my cock. After a minute, she sat up, hands pressed flat
against my chest, her hair curtaining her face, and began systematically
pumping me up into herself. I reached down with both hands and gripped her
ass, flattening her groin and bending her back. I could feel the fiery
friction between my cock and her clit. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her
mouth opened and closed without a sound. She seemed to be in another place.
Break on through to the other side, I urged her silently. This time, I came
first and that rush of cum within her triggered her own orgasm. She moaned
breathily and collapsed on my chest again.
"Oh, God," she whispered between gulps of air. She was finally tiring
herself out, I thought. Good thing, too; I wasn't sure I could manage more
than three climaxes in one night. Unbelievable.
* * * * *
I was awakened about 3:00 a.m. by Connie's small, slender hand yet again
wrapped around my penis. Her head lay against my shoulder. Her eyes were
closed and she seemed almost to be running on automatic. My cock was
reacting to her warm grip, though, and I was willing to fuck this insatiable
woman as many times as I could manage, even if it put me in the hospital.
But I decided to take charge myself this time around.
I gently removed her hand from my cock and slid her head off my arm.
She murmured something incomprehensible. I wasn't sure I could roll her
over onto her other side without waking her, so, moving very slowly and
quietly, I arched my body across hers, trading sides of the bed. Now she
was facing away from me. Her lovely, athletic body was lying loosely curled
and I moved up against her from behind. Her frame was so small, I could
reach almost every part of her. My hand slipped over her hip and worked its
way down between her legs. When my middle finger slipped between the lips
guarding her clit, she shifted her legs to give me better access and sighed.
She was still asleep. After perhaps thirty seconds of gently stroking her
clit, her breathing deepened and her own hand moved down to replace mine.
In another moment she was slowly masturbating in her sleep.
My finger was wet with the juices of her cunt; I put it in my mouth and
sucked it dry. The taste of her was fantastic. The same finger now moved to
her asshole, lightly brushing the puckered ridges. Her sphincter quivered
involuntarily as I eased my finger past the muscular rim. By the time it
was in her up to the second knuckle, her hips were visibly twitching and she
was finally beginning to waken. I leaned over and kissed the side of her
neck and flicked my tongue in and out of her ear. She opened one eye
halfway and twisted her head to see where I was. She continued to stroke
her clit as we kissed -- and then I thrust all three inches of my middle
finger past her relaxed sphincter, all the way up into her small, tight
ass. Her mouth and both her eyes popped open at the unexpected sensation.
She knew immediately what was where, however, and she gasped and squeezed
her eyes tightly shut as I flexed my finger several times.
Had I been completely awake, I would *never* have done any of this
without at least her tacit consent. Connie was small but she was strong and
very tough. Any man trying to force himself on her would come away missing
both balls and an ear, and I knew it. As it was, I was just lucky. Connie
liked the surprise of being dominated -- a little, anyway -- as much as she
enjoyed being the aggressor.
She drew up her right leg and moved it past my arm. Now she lay on her
back, legs spread wide, as I leaned over her with my wrist pressed against
her crotch and my finger gyrating in her rectum. I varied the rhythm with
random flexing motions, as if I were attempting to make a one-finger fist,
and each time I did, her body twitched and jerked. Her hand was flashing
across the wet, red tip of her clit and her moans came from deep in her
throat. As she neared her orgasm, I began moving my finger smoothly in and
out but no more than one knuckle. She bent her knees up against her chest,
giving me the greatest possible freedom of movement, and I took advantage of
it, moving my finger almost completely in and out of her hole. Finally, at
the very instant she peaked, I slammed my finger all the way back into her.
She made a small cry, though not of pain, and I could feel the convulsive
contractions in both her rectum and through the dividing membrane in her
vagina.
* * * * * *
We slept in until 9:00 the next morning and missed the conference's
opening session, but our exhaustion was worth it. I woke Connie this time.
The hairlessness of her slit made it easy to send my tongue probing down the
crevice of her pussy. She made a husky moaning sound that I was beginning
to learn well and spread her legs. I settled in on my stomach and pushed my
whole face into her crotch, my nose opening her labia and my tongue licking
up and down the entrance to her cunt. She smelled of sex -- equal parts
sweat, my semen, and her vaginal juices. She smelled wonderful. She woke
fully after a few moments and laughed softly and musically.
She clenched my hair in her fists and tried to push my entire head into
her cunt. My tongue teased her clitoris out of its hiding place and I
pursed my lips around its shaft and sucked hard. Her fists tugged harder at
my hair, and that was beginning to hurt a little. Okay, I thought, and I
nipped very lightly with my teeth at her clit.
She squealed and let go of my hair. "I give, I give!" she gasped. I
slid backwards off the end of the bed onto my knees and began hauling her
after me by her spread legs. As her knees bent and her feet hit the floor I
stood and held out my hands. She smiled and accepted them, and I pulled her
upright and wrapped my arms around her tightly. She put her arms around my
neck and hung on.
I kissed her neck and shoulder and she kissed every freckle on my face.
We finally unclinched and looked at each other, grinning like idiots. "You
know what this room smells like, don't you?" Connie laughed. "What are the
ladies in Housekeeping going to think when they walk in here and take a deep
breath of all the pheromones?"
"Well," I laughed back, "we'd better make sure we don't smell the same
way when we read our papers this afternoon! Care to split a shower?"
Three minutes later we were standing under the hot, cascading water,
industriously soaping each other up and down, and paying special attention
to all the erogenous zones we could think of. I thought briefly about how
many showers I had shared with Alex. But this wasn't the same thing at all.
After lathering up, we tried the "Bangkok method" of scrubbing --
rubbing our bodies together at all angles. Connie pressed her small, firm
breasts against my shoulder blades and slowly worked her way down to my ass.
Feeling her nipple travel down the crack in my ass gave me chills even in
the steamy shower. When it was my turn, I made certain my stiffening cock
made the same trip, down her lower spine and the center line of her ass. I
ended with my cock pushing between her legs from behind. She reached under
and grasped the head of it, pulling it forward and up snug against her
crotch. She flexed her thigh muscles, as Alex sometimes did, but she was so
much smaller that two inches of me protruded in front of her.
She laughed delightedly. "Hey, it looks from here like I've become a
hermaphrodite!" She wrapped one hand around it and began jerking me off,
all the while making absurd imitation-male sexual sounds.
Two could play at almost any game, and I remembered the night before.
Sliding my soapy hand down between our bodies, I slipped my middle finger
easily into her asshole. She sucked in between her teeth and jutted her ass
out without losing her grip on my cock. Then I stiffened my finger into a
hook and slowly lifted up. Connie gasped and rose on tiptoe, letting go of
my cock to brace herself against the wall.
I already knew her ass was, relatively speaking, the least experienced
part of her. Now I had a blinding flash of lust: I wanted to get my cock up
that ass. As tight as her cunt was, what must her ass be like? My cock came
to full alert as the vision raced through my imagination.
"Connie, ... have you ever been fucked in the ass? I mean, I can't tell
you how much I want your asshole, but I won't do anything to hurt you."
Her breasts were pressed against the tile but her ass was cocked at an
angle. "I tried it once," she admitted between gasps of breath. "The guy
tried to shove it in too fast and it really hurt. But his cock was also
bigger than yours -- too big." She paused. "I want to try it again. Having
your finger in me is making me crazy! But do it slow, and if I tell you to,
you have to stop. Okay?"
"Of course, Connie; I said I wouldn't hurt you, and I meant it."
I carefully removed my finger and punched out a handful of moisturizing
lotion from the dispenser below the shower head. Sliding my finger back
into her asshole, I made it as slippery as I could while I spread lotion
thickly over the head of my cock.
"It'll be easiest if you spread your feet and touch your toes," I said.
"I'll balance you, don't worry. Put your feet on the nonskid strips."
I moved her around to face into the back corner of the shower and as she
bent over, I gripped her hips firmly and watched her anus opening wider.
"You have to relax your ass muscles. Push out, like you were taking a shit.
I'll take it slow, but you have to relax."
I felt the hot water pounding against my shoulder blades as I pressed
the head of my cock against Connie's anus. She was resisting without
intending to and I heard her bite back a whimper. But the lotion did the
trick and my cock popped through her sphincter. I paused for a few seconds,
then held her hips steady as I pulled her ass slowly toward me. She was
alternately groaning and gasping, but she didn't ask me to stop. I lathered
a little more lotion on my cock as it disappeared from view, and then I
realized I was buried in her tight brown ass up to the hilt.
"Are you okay?" I asked softly. "I can take it out."
Her teeth were clenched. "It feels like I have an iron pipe at the base
of my spine. It hurt at first, a little, but not now. God, it feels
strange! But I want you to fuck me! I've never done this all the way and I
have to know what it feels like."
I eased my cock out an inch or so, then pushed it back in. I continued,
increasing the tempo, and it gradually became easier as the muscles in her
ass cooperated. After a minute or two, Connie was standing upright with her
back arched and her beautiful ass almost horizontal. She was moaning now
and catching her breath with each penetration. The natural moisture inside
her added to the lubrication and I soon found myself having to control my
frenzied lust, for fear of slamming into her too forcefully. For a minute or
two, I wanted to climb all the way up into her ass. I wished I had a
twenty-inch penis, so I could reach up into her intestines. The tight,
smooth grip of her rectum on my cock combined with the vision of her firm
little rear as I watched myself sliding in and out of her. And the
knowledge that I was the first explorer in this virgin territory added to
the vision. All of this, combined with the previous night's exertions, made
me lightheaded. I was seeing tiny colored lights at the edges of my vision.
My hands moved up to her small waist and I held on tightly, controlling
the tempo. Connie didn't resist. In fact, she was pushing her ass back
against my cock, trying to deepen each thrust. Her mouth was open and she
was making repeated "Ahhhhhh..." noises. I realized she was so far gone,
she probably didn't know what planet she was on -- and that accomplishment
was the last ingredient needed to trigger my orgasm. I made a final deep
lunge and came like a fire hose, shooting what felt like whole pints of
cum up into her body. Two or three more spasmodic plunges, and I was empty.
God only knew how long it would take my body to manufacture enough
replacement semen to have sex again. Weeks, probably.
I felt Connie's knees begin to buckle, and I quickly wrapped one arm
around her waist and the other around her body and pressed her back against
my chest, leaning back for balance. One hand cupped her breast and her
nipple was so erect it poked between my fingers. Her arms hung loosely at
her sides and her head lolled back on my collarbone. She was truly impaled;
the balls of her feet barely rested on the wet tile. I could never have
supported a larger girl that way.
"Oh, God, ... I don't believe it." She was gasping for breath and
seemed on the verge of fainting. "I came, ... I actually came, ...
incredible feeling, ... I feel ... so full, ... like ... like your cock ...
is ten times ... its natural size."
I began to ease myself out of her but she immediately fumbled behind
her, trying to grab my body. "No! ... not yet! ... don't leave yet...."
My own body was trembling and I wasn't sure how well I could support
even her weight. One careful step at a time, I turned around where I stood.
One slip and someone could break something, and it might be my cock. The
water now beating against Connie's body seemed to revive her, and she raised
one hand to cover her face. I backed up and braced myself against the wall.
"Connie? I have to sit down before I fall down. If we're careful, you
can sit in my lap and my cock will stay in you. Okay? Bend as I bend."
I anchored my heels on the nonskid strips in the floor and lowered
myself to a sitting position, trying to keep my pelvis pushed forward so as
not to lose possession of Connie. She kept her ass pressed back against my
crotch and her palms pressed out against the shower walls. We made it
almost all the way down, but the last couple of inches I was overbalanced.
My ass landed with a thump and my knees splayed out; I was lucky not to
crack my tailbone. Connie had unavoidably let half the length of my still
hard cock escape from her ass. When I landed, so did she, and my penis
plunged back into her with real force. She let out a little cry of pain,
but then stroked my thighs as she caught her breath, to let me know she was
okay.
I scooted my lower body forward a little and Connie pressed herself down
even farther. She sank her fingers in the sides of my thighs as she moaned.
"Michael, ... help me turn around. You'll have to turn my hips around
so I don't lose you...."
I rotated her body slowly and carefully on my cock and she lifted one
leg almost vertically to get it past my chest. I bent my knees so she could
lean back against them, and she lifted her own legs with a hand behind each
knee. Her legs were spread as far up and apart as it was possible to do,
even for a gymnastic body like hers. But to my amazement, her weight added
almost another inch of penetration. The contact between us was so tight,
strands of my pubic hair were tucked up into her anus. She smiled a little
shakily.
"I had no idea," she said huskily. "I never came like that before,
without a guy in my pussy or eating me, or without bringing myself off. I
love having you in me like this! I'll be sore for days and I don't know
when I can do this again, but I don't care. It felt so fantastically
different.... I'm going to find a long vibrator, not so big around, and
have a *lot* of fun. Oh, Michael, you're so beautiful! This'll sound
strange, but you've given me a gift, a discovery. I'll never forget the
last twelve hours -- never!"
Connie was back in her tan suit, looking businesslike and professional
and academic, but still sexy and sensual ... or maybe that was just my
recent memories. Just before we left the room with our bags, she leaned
against me and pulled my head down, and we shared a lenthy, soft, gentle
kiss. Not passion this time, exactly, but affection. And maybe a little
love. Then she hugged me tightly around the neck and spoke quietly into my
ear.
"Michael, you are something else. And so am I. You fucked me and I
fucked you more times last night, and in more different ways, than I've ever
managed in any 24-hour period. God, you're good for me!" She squeezed me
again and there was a choke in her voice. "You're good for me in other ways
besides sex, too."
I squeezed her back. Even though I was going home to Alex, I knew I
would also miss this fantastic female. "Connie, you don't know how good you
are for me, too. I told you I loved Alex, and I meant it, absolutely ...
but if she weren't there I'd be madly in love with you by now. You're
beautiful, sexy, smart, athletic, you have a personality that any guy would
fall for.... Did I mention 'sexy'? I don't know why you aren't married. I
know it's none of my business, but I sure don't understand it."
Her voice softened even more, her lips brushing my ear. "Remember, I
said I had two relationships that ended badly? I've been proposed to twice,
Michael, and I said 'No' both times. That's why they ended. I was in love
both times, too. The first guy was really terrific but I turned him down
because I was afraid of the commitment. Maybe that was a mistake, but I'll
never know. Because if I ever marry someone, it will be permanent and I'll
be absolutely faithful. I couldn't do it any other way. Then, when I fell
in love the second time, I proved I was right not to say 'Yes' the first
time. See what I mean? I like men too much and I'd probably fall in love
once a week if I let myself. Hell, Michael, I'm half in love with you right
now, too! How could I give up an experience like last night? I wouldn't run
around on the man I married ... but what if we got bored with each other?
What if the sex got to be too ordinary? I'm afraid to take the chance! I'm
afraid of myself, I guess."
I could feel the tears and the fluttering of her eyelashes on my ear. I
stroked her back and her hair and held her close for a few silent minutes.
How could someone this wonderful be afraid of anything? I almost felt like
crying with her, or for her.
There was a bond between us now, I had no doubt of that. I also felt
certain we'd be seeing each other again.
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