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Wedding Games Ch. 01

By: LeoDavis



The second (and concluding) chapter has already been submitted to Literotica. 

Note to readers: This story is a stand-alone sequel to an earlier story, "Beer Busts: Suds, Songs, and Sex." However, some of the dialog and several of the minor plot-lines will be easier to follow if you have read the earlier story.

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It was early June several decades ago, and I was back in my hometown after my freshman year at the university. I had joined a fraternity, and thanks to their influence, I had lost my virginity, gotten my first blowjob, and in April I had enjoyed both group sex and all-night sex with two of us sharing Rachel. Unexpectedly I had been unable to get beyond a goodnight kiss in the intervening six weeks, and now, having finally tasted the previously forbidden fruit, I was experiencing a painful case of withdrawal. To combat my constant state of sexual arousal, I beat my meat several times a day. It only made things worse.

Even when I used pictures of naked women in magazines to push me close to the edge, I always closed my eyes as my excitement built. That allowed me to relive the sight, sound, and scent of Rachel's trembling body and the direct stimulation produced by her pulsing and twitching vagina around my penis. She was always the woman I fucked in my masturbatory dreams, but she was never again going to be available to me for actual sex. She was engaged to my pledge dad, B.T. ("Big Tom"). The three of us had never repeated our incredible April night after my first Stage Three beer bust. Perhaps we might have done so, but it was clearly not my place to suggest it!

At that memorable beer bust, nine men, including B.T. and me, had ejaculated into Rachel, in the process setting a new fraternity record. At her suggestion, the three of us had slept together that night, with Rachel switching back and forth between B.T. and me as each of us ejaculated, whether she had an orgasm or not. By so doing she was able to maintain a multiply-orgasmic level of arousal, and she kept fucking us until she collapsed. It was certainly no surprise that visions of sex with Rachel had dominated my sexual fantasies ever since!

I felt slightly guilty as I sat on my bed and smelled the mound of cum which was securely contained in a pile of toilet paper covering my left palm. My dream had involved intense sex between Rachel and me. B.T. had not been any part of my most recent sexual fantasy. I owed so much to B.T., so how in the hell could I use his fiancee as my imaginary sexual partner? My musing ended when I glanced out the window and saw our mail carrier headed toward our front door. I heard the clunk of arriving mail a moment before I consigned my ejaculate to the city sewer system.

I couldn't ignore the irony when I checked the mail. The only item for me was a fancy envelope from someone whose name I didn't recognize. After I opened it, I saw that it was the formal invitation to the wedding of Rachel Marie and Thomas James. (B.T. was obviously an inappropriate appellation for him in a formal announcement!) Its arrival was not really a surprise because I'd already agreed to be a groomsman at their wedding. However the arrival of the official invitation caused me to resolve to never again think about sex with Rachel when I masturbated. I kept that pledge for nearly six hours. Once again I imagined having sex with Rachel - sans B.T., of course - showing how easily raw lust overpowered modest guilt.

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One Friday about a week before the end of August I flew to Rachel's hometown. At the airport I was met by B.T.'s best man, his older brother Dave, who drove me to a hotel. Less than an hour later the entire male cast of the wedding party assembled in the hotel lobby. After introductions, we piled into cars and headed to the tuxedo shop. After a few minor adjustments, all of our fancy clothes were judged to be correct, and we drove back to the hotel. I hung my rented tux in the closet and dressed for the wedding rehearsal.

As planned, the men (other than the fathers of the bride and groom) met in the hotel bar and got better acquainted. We were all dressed in slacks and open-collar dress shirts for the rehearsal - and also for the rehearsal dinner which was scheduled to follow shortly thereafter. We knew the women would be wearing skirts and blouses. Ties and jackets had been judged 'too stiff' for today's activities.

In addition to B.T. and his brother Dave, there were four groomsmen, including me. One of the other guys was another member of our fraternity, and the final two were lifelong friends from B.T.'s highschool days. B.T.'s highschool friends and his brother Dave were married, and our other fraternity brother was engaged. I was both the youngest and also the only lone wolf among the men. It wasn't long before I was receiving lots advice about seducing Mary, the unmarried bridesmaid whom I would be escorting.

"Mary's no slut, but she's supposed to be hot in bed," Dave assured me. "Not that I have any personal experience, of course!"

"Hell, she just broke up with a guy she's been livin' with for two years!" B.T. chimed in. "After gettin' it regularly, she's gotta be gettin' itchy. Hell, I'll be even YOU can get into her pants, Don! Even if she is three years older than you! All you gotta do is talk her into robbing the cradle!"

After more suggestions for ways I could bed Mary, I was at first grateful when the sexual banter shifted to B.T.'s upcoming wedding night. Then I felt an unsettling wave of jealousy sweep over me. I could remember Rachel's vagina clamping down and squeezing my penis as she climaxed, and it suddenly became rock-hard. I still had an inappropriate sexual fixation on B.T.'s bride-to-be, and I had trouble joking about the two of them in bed.

After we finished our drinks we were driven to the church, and I finally met the rest of the wedding party. Mary turned out to be a short, cute blonde with a bubbly personality and lots of feminine curves. We wandered off together and began to get acquainted. She gave me an appraising look, and then grinned as she remarked, "You look more like a tennis player than a musician, Don!"



What? I could play the guitar, but I was hardly a musician! "Who told you I'm a musician, Mary? I mean . . . Well I play the guitar a little . . . But I'm not . . . "

Mary frowned. "Rachel told me that! I'm sure of it! Well, maybe she's playing one of her games!" With that she took me firmly by the arm and dragged me over to a corner where the florist was discussing final flower arrangements with Rachel. Standing so close to Rachel excited me, and I had to put one hand in my pocket to rearrange my erection so that it wouldn't tent my pants.  Mary and I waited until the florist finally moved away. I was so aroused I had trouble breathing. This was not good!

Mary remarked, "Rachel, I don't know what game you're playing, but Don says he isn't a musician. Didn't you tell me he was a really talented performer? That he was a fantastic flute player?"

Oh God! I knew what was coming, and I held my breath. Rachel grinned. "Skin flute, Mary! He's a virtuoso with his skin flute!"

I felt heat spreading over my face as I blushed. Mary looked momentarily puzzled. "Skin? What kind of flute is a skin . . . OH SHIT!" Her face turned a deep crimson and Rachel began to laugh. The sound came from deep within her, throaty and lusty. I remembered that she made a similar sound when she climaxed, and I felt my balls beginning to tighten and throb.

"Got you!" Rachel said. "I thought you might like to experience one of Don's private flute recitals! Heck, you'll both be here for two nights! Why waste them?" Rachel grinned and walked away, still laughing at our discomfort.



"Mary, I swear . . . "

"It's okay, Don, " Mary said. "Rachel's just having a little fun with us. We're the only two unattached people here, and . . . " Mary was silent for a few seconds.

Suddenly Mary grabbed both of my arms and looked up into my face. "What did she mean? She sounded like she KNEW you were great in bed! And you blushed so red you looked guilty! Did you and Rachel . . .?" There were both curiosity and concern on her face as her eyes moved back and forth between mine.

"Mary, I swear to you! B.T. would kill me if he caught me in bed with Rachel! And he's my pledge father! So unless you think that B.T. and Rachel and I did a threesome together, there's no other way that it could happen with Rachel and me." I wasn't exactly lying, but it was pretty darned close. I had fucked Rachel at the Stage Three beer bust while B.T. was watching (as had several other guys), but that's sort of a threesome, too, isn't it? And he didn't actually "catch" me in bed with Rachel!

Mary stared into my eyes for several more seconds. "I don't . . . Well, maybe . . . Okay. One of the other bridesmaids tried to tell us that there was some sort of sex party that Rachel got into, but nobody believed it. Maybe if that's true, you could have . . . No, not Rachel! She's just yanking my chain to get my mind off of . . . a trusted boyfriend who cheated on me."

Now I knew why Mary broke up with her live-in boyfriend. I saw tears well up in her eyes, and I handed her my handkerchief. She blotted her eyes and handed it back to me. "Thanks, Don. I was really serious about him, but he was fooling around and I found out. Shit, why dance around it? I caught them fucking in our bed! Dammit! Enough of this! Let's talk about Rachel and Tom! What'd you get them?"

We talked about our respective wedding presents, and then we sat down together to wait for the practice to begin. I saw Mary glance at the front of my pants and slightly raise her eyebrows, and I realized my penis was still erect. But my arousal was now partially caused by the view I had down the front of her blouse. The top of her head was below my chin, and she had to look up to see my face, giving me plenty of time to avoid getting caught staring at her boobs. Her bra left most of the top half of her breasts visible from my angle. I could almost see her areolae every time she twisted her torso as she looked around the room.

Some minor problem was delaying the practice, so Mary and I continued getting acquainted. As she leaned forward to whisper to me, her movements allowed her blouse to gape open. Her face was so close I could smell her subtle perfume. I couldn't control my response to her, and I knew I would have a problem when I stood up. She had really nice breasts, and I was getting a great look at them!

Actually I was relieved to be having a sexual reaction to someone other than Rachel, but when the minister announced that it was time to begin, I didn't know how I could conceal my erection. I needn't have worried. "Better adjust your flute, Don," Mary whispered. "I'm glad I can still do that to a guy I've just met, but people are going to talk about us if they see it sticking out like that!" As she got to her feet she reached over and gave the head of my erection a gentle pat through my pants.

Mary's abrupt intimate touch stunned me. She giggled at my discomfort. I stood up, and shielded by her from everyone else, once again put a hand in my pocket to adjust my equipment. She had an amused expression on her face as she watched everything I did.

When I was once again reasonably presentable, Mary took my arm and pressed her left breast firmly against my biceps. "I realize you can't wipe the red off your face, Don, but please try not to breathe so loudly! People will think we've been up to something!" I could feel her chuckling silently as we walked over and rejoined the rest of the group.

I felt a flash of resentment before I figured out that she was having fun with me, not putting me down. She'd lived with a guy for a couple of years, but my only meaningful sexual experience had been a single night of intense sex during and after a Stage Three beer bust – with the most memorable clearly the few hours I'd experienced with Rachel. As the saying goes, Mary had probably forgotten more about sex than I'd ever learned.

We practiced our individual parts in the ceremony, then we did a complete run-through. For fifteen on twenty minutes we also practiced how we would stand in the various planned formal wedding pictures. I was still captivated by repeatedly being so close to Rachel, but Mary's presence was also affecting me.

I was so aroused I began to feel slightly disoriented, almost dizzy. Instead of lusting after either Rachel or Mary, I was sexually aroused by both. Vivid, full-color images of Rachel's face and entire body as she had climaxed flashed into my head, interspersed with images I'd gleaned through glances at Mary's breasts. I could almost feel her hand where she had touched my cock.

I really needed to get laid, and I really hoped that bedding Mary would end my sexual obsession with Rachel. Surely it would be better to masturbate while remembering sex with a woman I probably would never see again than with a newly-married one!

After the rehearsal I was in an all-guy car for the short ride back to the hotel for the rehearsal dinner. As a result I was able to completely regain my composure by the time we reached the hotel's restaurant. My balls finally stopped aching a few minutes after my erection subsided, but my relief didn't last long.

I was seated next to Mary, at a different table from B.T. and Rachel. Mary maintained nearly constant contact between our thighs, and she managed to rub her good-sized breasts against my arm on several occasions. She had a distinct twinkle in her eyes and a smile on her face. She knew she was turning me on with all of the physical contact. Well, let her have her fun! It was fun for me, too!

We also got reasonably well acquainted. We shared similar political views, and it was obvious that we both liked each other. We told each other the abridged stories of our lives - I leaving out any mention of having had sex with the bride, and Mary omitting any mention of her recent live-in boyfriend or other lovers. We shared a ribald sense of humor, and we were both laughing and giggling at the sexual innuendos we tossed back and forth to each other.

The only sour note concerned our long-term career plans. Unexpectedly it involved the intellectual environment at colleges and universities. After completing only one year, I believed that my future would be brightest if I got a Ph.D. and became a professor. But after completing four years, Mary was disgusted with what she characterized as "the inherent hypocrisy of the intellectual environment" at colleges and universities.

Before I could ask Mary for a detailed explanation, she added the decisive factor. "Besides, my dad's a professor, and I'm not gonna live that poor for the rest of my life," she said in an unexpectedly bitter tone. Well, she was on the mark with that concern. Making lots of money wasn't one of the motives driving my ambitions, and I knew she was right about professors not having a lot of money.

I really wasn't upset that she'd essentially proclaimed that the longest our relationship could possibly endure would be a two-night stand. In fact that sounded pretty darned good to me! If I played my cards correctly, I could gain two nights of sexual experience with her that I could apply to women I subsequently dated! Now that was a plan!

So, the immediate good news was simple: neither of us was seeking a serious relationship with the other. The possibility of my talking my way into her panties for a couple of nights really began to seem attainable. Since I'd already had sex with Rachel, the fact that Mary was a little older and more experienced than I was didn't deter me. So I kept up what I hoped was relaxed banter, and I was frequently rewarded by feeling her sexy body wiggling against mine as she laughed.

As I was eating my dessert, I almost jumped out of my chair when I felt Mary's hand slide over the top of my thigh. She quickly reached over and gave my erection a squeeze. Still holding it she whispered, "Nice flute!" She squeezed it again, then moved her hand away. She giggled. Obviously she was considering me as a short-term bed-mate, and it was up to me to make the next move.

A few seconds later I slipped my hand onto Mary's thigh, but she shoved it away. She looked at me and gently shook her head. Her leg was still pressed firmly against mine, and I remained erect. I was thoroughly and completely baffled. She was giving me plenty of signals that she wanted more physical contact, but she didn't want me to touch her. I assumed that, as the 'older woman', she was taking charge of whatever eventually transpired between us. Apparently everything between us was going to be on her terms.

The men were having a bachelor's party at another hotel, and the women were having their own party in one of the rooms at the hotel where we were staying. When the dinner was over, I escorted Mary to her room. Before she opened her door, she turned and leaned back against it. What she expected was obvious. I held her and kissed her lips. She gave me lots of tongue action, and I KNEW I was going to spend the night in her bed if I didn't screw it up!

We finally came up for air. "Our party should be over by 12:30 or 1:00," I said. "How about I give you a call then? Maybe we could, you know, get a drink or something." Of course what I meant was, "As soon as we're both done with our parties let's hop into bed and fuck!"

Mary patted me on the cheek. "Don, that's sweet. It really is. But I really need to get my sleep tonight. So I'm saying no." After all of the physical touching she'd given me, I couldn't have been more surprised if she'd spat at me!

My expression must have given me away. "Don, I'm sorry! I was deliberately teasing you and trying to get you aroused. I needed . . . I needed to prove to myself that I could still do it, I guess. But I don't want or need a one-night stand with anyone right now. You're a really nice guy, but you're still a kid. My younger brother is older than you! I know that Rachel was just having fun when she said what a good lover you are. You're much too easy to turn on! I'll bet I could get you to shoot your wad right here! Still wearing your pants! Someday I'm sure you'll be a great lover, but you need more experience. And I'm not ready to be someone for you to practice on. Okay? Still friends?"

I nodded. Mary had obviously prepared her long speech, and there wasn't anything I could quickly think of that would change her mind. She wrinkled her brow as she looked at me. ""C'mon, Don! You're what, nineteen?"

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean . . . "

"It explains why you're so quick on the draw. That's good! But it also means you're probably quick on the trigger, too!" Mary paused, probably to gather her thoughts. Telling her about my fucking experiences at the Stage Three beer bust might have changed her mind, but that event was a secret. Also I couldn't help remembering the time I'd been naked in the shower with Rachel and Kelly. I'd ejaculated on Rachel as soon as she'd touched my cock, and she'd made a comment about my being quick on the draw. I could hardly blame Mary for her opinions!

"Don, every guy I've ever gone out with has been older than me - well, at least a little. My first so-called lover was nineteen, and my second twenty-one. Guys your age are really eager, but you don't know enough about women to know what you're doing. I didn't get properly laid until I was in college, and I don't have any desire to relive my times in bed with inexperienced but sexy, young hunks like you. There's a whole lot more to great sex than sticking your pole in the hole and moving it in and out!"

I certainly knew about that kind of sex! Once again I couldn't say anything about it to Mary. At parties the fraternity usually had several Seas available for fucking guys who were wearing condoms, one brother after the other. (Seas are coeds who are Covered-Cock Sluts, CCS, or Seas for short.) I'd lost my virginity to one of them. I interrupted my trip down Sexual Memory Lane long enough to give Mary my best smile.


Wedding Games Ch. 01



"Hey, I understand, Mary! It was always up to you, and besides, I guess I misunderstood what our flirting meant. I'll still see you for a late breakfast in the morning, right? Like we planned - around 11:00? Maybe we can also go get a drink or dinner or something after the reception tomorrow? We both have flights out the next afternoon, right? There's no sense sitting around alone."

Mary grinned. "Sure! That's a date! Well, two dates, sort of. Counting breakfast. Just don't get any other ideas, okay? I'll stop the sexpot teasing, too. We can really get to know each other as friends. Think of me as an older sister, okay? Now goodnight!"

Mary gave me a quick kiss on the lips, turned and used her magnetic card to unlock her room, and quickly stepped inside. She didn't look back. I noticed that she had a great behind in addition to nice tits.

Well, I'd blown that seduction. One good thing had happened, though. I was now sexually fixated more on Mary than on Rachel. Even if neither woman was available to me, I could still dream, couldn't I? And thinking about having sex with Mary didn't make me feel guilty! I was looking forward to seeing Mary again at breakfast as I headed for my room to clean my teeth. I was due in the lobby in ten minutes to meet the guys so that we could be driven to our party. And perhaps Mary would still change her mind about tonight! And there was always tomorrow . . . 

There wasn't time to beat off before meeting the guys, but somehow I managed to calm down without it. The bachelor's party was held in a motel a short drive from the hotel. When I found out what was planned, I was glad I hadn't masturbated. The featured attraction was Bubbles, a stripper who claimed to be 44DD-22-38. We had several drinks and took turns poking fun at B.T. until she arrived.

Even though Bubbles was past her youthful prime, her act was still sexy as hell. As her recorded music blared from cheap speakers, she slowly stripped for ten or fifteen minutes until she was naked except for a pair of red stilettos. Then she paraded herself in front of the guys, giving each of us a closeup looks at her huge jugs and shaved vulva with swollen, protruding inner labia. We'd been advised that there wasn't going to be any sex (at B.T.'s insistence), but Bubbles apparently decided that handjobs didn't count.

After bending over and waving her spread-open pussy in B.T.'s face for a couple of minutes, Bubbles laughed. She left him sitting with a tent in his pants as she moved from man to man, pulling our pants and underpants down to our ankles. I hadn't seen so many stiff pricks since the Stage Three! Then she began jerking us off, two at a time. She didn't stop until all of us except B.T. had ejaculated onto her ponderous breasts. She danced around the room, thrusting her hips forward and back as if she were fucking each of us.

By the time Bubbles finished her show, the cum on her ponderous breasts had dried and we all had stiff cocks again. As we pulled our pants back up, somebody noticed that B.T. had a wet spot showing on the front of his slacks, and we really made fun of him! Bubbles had been gross and crude, but she had aroused primitive urges within us. B.T. was the only man who hadn't been jacked off, and he looked and acted as if his balls were aching. But at least he'd be sleeping with Rachel in less than twenty-four hours!

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When I got back to my room, I was disappointed that there was no message from Mary. I'd held out hope that she might change her mind. Even though I had ejaculated little more than an hour before, I lay naked on my bed and stroked myself until cum flew into the air and splattered all over my stomach. This time my fantasy-fuck was Mary, the woman who had explained to me that I was too immature for her. As I lay there smelling my cum, I realized she was right. I was acting like a kid. But at least I hadn't dreamed about having sex with Rachel. That had really been acting like a kid!

I was still slightly irritated with Mary, though. She had prodded and stimulated me at a deep place inside me, deeper than emotions, more primitive than feelings. She had played with my lust, and I resented it. I didn't like the way she could so easily control my body's sexual responses. After a few minutes I realized I didn't like what she'd done because it had ended without sex. I also realized that I wouldn't have minded her controlling my body's responses if she had let me do the same with hers. Wasn't that a revelation?

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Mary and I were the only two members of the wedding party who showed up in the hotel restaurant for breakfast, and we sat together in a booth. After giving the waitress our orders, I remarked on the absence of everyone else.

"That's 'cause we're probably the only ones who didn't wear themselves out in bed!" Mary whispered. "Even Rachel and B.T. had a room their parents didn't know about!" She giggled.

"I thought they were supposed to stay apart until after their wedding!" I replied.

"So did their parents!" Mary laughed. "B.T.'s dad was in his room, and Rachel's mother was in her room. They were planning to be there all night. They were supposed to keep them apart, but they were in the wrong room, so I'll be they didn't!" She laughed again.

Mary's laughing made her breasts bounce, and I couldn't help staring at them. She was sitting directly across from me, and as I glanced at her blouse, I realized I could see her nipples through the fabric. She wasn't wearing a bra! My cock exploded into full tumescence, and I felt my face getting hot. What the hell was she doing? She'd said she was going to stop teasing me!

Mary gave me a sly grin. She pulled her shoulders back so that her areolae and nipples showed clearly through her blouse, and then she leaned toward me across the table. Her blouse gaped open, and I had an unobstructed view of her breasts, areolae, and stiff nipples rubbing against the cloth. I glanced up, and she was grinning at me. But I couldn't resist dropping my gaze to her uncovered breasts. She giggled, and watching the erotic motion of her nipples as they rubbed against her blouse almost caused me to ejaculate. My cock was throbbing-hard, and I began to perspire.

I glanced at Mary's face, and in spite of my level of arousal, I realized that she was thinking about something. She was teasing me, but she was also trying to - what? Make a decision? Was she rethinking her decision about sharing her bed? Her eyes appeared to be focused on the blank wall behind me.

All at once Mary smiled, and her eyes locked onto mine. I glanced down at her rigid, erect nipples, and she grinned. "Like the view?" she asked in a whisper. Her pupils were almost completely dilated, and I felt my own excitement rising. I really wanted to make love to this woman!

The erotic spell was shattered as the waitress delivered our breakfast orders. Mary sat demurely across from me until everything was placed in front of us. As soon as the waitress left our table, Mary said, "Slide over toward the wall, Don. And move your food."

I did as Mary ordered, and she shoved her own breakfast across to my side of the table. Then she moved around the table and slid in against me. She pressed her thigh and body so firmly against mine that we could have seated a third person next to her on the two-seater bench.

"What kind of music do you play with your flute, Don? Classical? Modern? Rock and Roll? Pop? Country-western?" Mary asked in a seductive voice.

I was caught completely by surprise, but I recovered quickly. "It depends upon the audience," I replied. "I do whatever she . . . I mean the audience likes best. Actually I play a lot of jazz. Improvisation on other approaches is my favorite style."

Mary blushed deeply, but she also grinned. We were both enjoying this word game. "You're a lot taller than I am," she noted, "and your feet and hands are really big. You know what that means! Do you think your flute would fit my, err . . . case?" Holy shit! 'Case' was a word I'd never heard referring to a woman's private parts!



"Well if it doesn't at first," I replied, "wouldn't it be fun to try lots of different ways to squeeze it in? Maybe your case could stretch a little, too. Don't most cases fit most flutes?" Our ribald comments had escalated, but if we were having a word game, I thought I was ahead. I wondered what Mary would do to regain the advantage!

I didn't have to wait ten seconds. Mary's barely-covered left breast was rubbing against my right arm, and I now had a clear view of her cleavage. I could see almost all of her right breast with its stiff nipple trying to poke a hole in her blouse. As she used her fork to put a piece of pancake into her mouth, she slipped her left hand under the table and gently stroked my stiff cock through my two layers of pants. Escalation, indeed!

I was so surprised I froze in place. Mary giggled as I sat there with a fork load of eggs suspended halfway to my mouth. "I changed my mind," she whispered. "Do you mind if I tease you a little more? Besides I want to get a better idea of your flute's dimensions. You know, just in case." She put unnatural emphasis on the last two words.

Just 'in case'? Just in case she tried on my cock for size? In her 'case'? What the hell had changed since the night before when she'd turned me down? My immature inexperience had just been flat-out overwhelmed by her level of sexual sophistication!

And what was I supposed to say? I had arrived at breakfast both horny and frustrated. After what she'd said the night before, I had been unable to conceive of a plan that would result in me ending up in Mary's bed. My half-developed, ill-conceived, unlikely schemes for getting her into bed had evaporated the moment I realized she wasn't wearing a bra. All I could think about was catching glimpses of her breasts and nipples!

Lust and sexual desire had completely replaced reason and planning in my brain. I had no workable plan to seduce her, but she apparently intended to tease me until I came in my pants as I ate my breakfast.

Was Mary also planning to fuck me later? I couldn't be certain. I tried to speak, but nothing happened. I couldn't seem to push air out of my lungs, and I realized I wasn't breathing. I shook my head from side to side, and I finally managed to take a breath. My fork arrived at my mouth without any conscious thought, and I began to chew the eggs. "Hell, no, I don't mind!" I managed to whisper. "But if I make a mess, you have to help me clean it up!"

Mary giggled. "Is the widdle boy having problems with his pee-pee stick?" she asked in the voice one uses with small children. She stopped rubbing my cock, and instead she measured its length and thickness by groping me through my pants.

Given her aggressive sexual activities in my lap, her condescending and mocking tone really pissed me off. That anger took just enough of the edge off of my arousal that I was able to partially regain control. My cock remained rock-hard, but for the moment I no longer felt as if I would explode into my shorts.



I deliberately stared at Mary's exposed breasts as I ate several more pieces of egg. As she ate her pancakes, her body movements allowed me nearly complete visual access to her chest area, particularly to her right breast and nipple. Her left hand resumed its gentle stroking of my cock, and I could see that her areolae were beginning to swell, gradually making her nipples appear shorter. The pale, untanned skin on her breasts was turning pink. I wasn't the only one becoming aroused!

I glanced around the restaurant, and I was relieved that nobody appeared to be paying us any attention. Mary continued to caress my cock as she ate. Because she was pressing and rubbing against my right side, I couldn't reciprocate. I would have had to twist my body toward her in order to touch her with my left hand if I continued to eat my breakfast right-handed.

"Yours is bigger . . . well a little thicker, really . . . than . . . than his," Mary whispered as she stuck her tongue into my ear. Obviously she was comparing me to the jerk. I bit my tongue and didn't remark that my cock would stretch her pussy a little more than she'd gotten used to, but he would surely fit.

For another couple of minutes we both ate, and Mary continued to stroke my cock through my pants. She knew I wouldn't be able to resist her stimulation indefinitely, and once again I felt my balls beginning to throb in anticipation of ejaculation. I took another quick glance around the restaurant, then suddenly laid down my fork. I slipped my right hand under the table and began to rub her left thigh through her skirt.

The skirt's material was really thin and slippery! If anything it felt even more sexy to rub Mary's skin through the material than it would have if her leg had been bare! My groin suddenly began to feel hot, and I knew I couldn't hold back if she rubbed me even a few more strokes. She'd checked out my 'flute' and now I intended to check her 'case', even if I shot off a load into my shorts in the process.

I slid my fingers down her abdomen and forced it between her thighs. Mary released my cock and grabbed my hand with both of hers at the same moment I felt the texture of her pubic hair through the thin skirt. She struggled with me as I stroked the front of her pubic bone, rubbing her pubes and getting closer and closer to her slit with each movement. She yanked my hand out of her crotch when I began to really grope her between her legs.

"Stop that!" she whispered in a firm voice, but I could see from her sparkling eyes that she was excited.

"If you keep rubbing me until I cum, I'm going to do the same to you. Right here!" I replied. I yanked my hand free from Mary's grasp, and I pressed my fingers firmly through her skirt against the front of her slit once again. She wrestled my hand back onto her thigh before I could reach more than an inch between her legs.

"I sincerely doubt you can do that," Mary muttered, "but we'll both be embarrassed if somebody sees you with your hand down there!"

"But it's okay if you make me cum in my pants? Nuts to that! If you can play that game, so can I!" Once again I pulled my hand free from Mary's hand, and I shoved my fingers back into the forbidden zone. This time I managed to get three fingers completely between her legs, and she really had to put forth an effort to relocate my hand onto her thigh.

We both knew that I would eventually overpower her. "Truce?" she whispered. "I leave your flute alone, and you stay out of my case?" I nodded, but my hand was larger than hers, and I continued to stroke her thigh. "So stop that! What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to figure out what kind of panties you're wearing," I replied. "I can't feel where they are."

Mary giggled. "I'm not wearing any! I'm almost naked! Does that turn you on?"

Even though Mary had stopped rubbing my cock, I felt my balls pulling up against my shaft. My undershorts were already damp from the pre-cum that had seeped out of my third eye, and I was right at the edge. I barely managed to back away from it. As the pressure dropped, I took several quick breaths.

"I guess it did!" Mary whispered. I looked at her face, and she was looking triumphant. But she was also aroused. That was obvious in her eyes.

Mary still had my right hand pinned against her left thigh. I leaned down and to the right, and I kissed her gently on the lips. I could taste pancake syrup. She looked startled, but not angry. She kept her lips together as I probed with my tongue. "If you let go of my hand, I'll finish eating my breakfast. But if you grab my dork again, I'm going to pull up your skirt and finger-fuck you until you get off. Then we'll both be embarrassed."

"Are you really that close?" Mary asked. Even though I'd just overtly threatened her with public masturbation, she attempted to redirect the conversation.

"Yeah, and you know it! And you aren't all that far behind, are you?"

Mary blushed and looked away without answering. She immediately released my hand, and I resumed eating my breakfast. She kept her nearly naked body pressed against mine, but she kept her hands to herself. Her breathing was irregular, varying between quick, gasping pants to long, deep breaths. Compared to her I was vastly inexperienced, but I wasn't an idiot. Even an idiot would have realized that our little wrestling match had turned her on.

We finished breakfast and enjoyed a couple of cups of coffee as we gradually calmed down a little. Mary made no attempt to hide her breasts from my view, and I watched her stiff nipples almost disappear as her areolae puffed up more and more until they were cone-shaped. I was barely in control, and my cock was once again throbbing in my pants.

I signed for breakfast and left a nice tip for the waitress. Before we got up, I said, "Hey!" to Mary, and when she turned her face toward me, I kissed her again. This time she opened her lips and rubbed her tongue against mine. As we separated, I looked into her eyes and I saw that her pupils were completely dilated. As I stared, her pupils constricted, then dilated, then repeated these movements several times. She was obviously not merely aroused; she was extremely aroused.

Mary had rebuffed my advances last night, but today she had escalated her sexy teasing to a new level. She had met me for breakfast with her body barely clothed, and she was presenting her breasts to me for visual examination. I didn't know what had changed her mind since the day before, but I realized I had nothing to lose by responding to her overt mating signals.

Mary's eyes sparkled as I rearranged my stiff cock in my pants before I slid out of the booth. She'd positioned herself so that I had to brush my cock against her as I stood up, and I could feel her body rubbing against mine through her skirt and blouse as I did so.  She gave me a lot of body contact as we walked out of the restaurant and across the lobby.

Perhaps eight of us got into the elevator, and Mary and I ended up against the back wall. I reached behind her with my right hand, and I began to caress her behind through her skirt. My hand moved sensuously against her skin, and she blushed deeply. But there was no place for her to go, and there was no reasonable way to stop me without making a public scene. Other than an occasional disapproving glance, the only obstruction she placed in my path was to tightly clench her cheeks whenever my touching became too intimate.

I recalled some basic strategy in the battle of the sexes. "Take the offense!" my fraternity brothers had suggested. "Women are taught how to use access to their pussies to control men, but what they really want is for the man to take charge. Don't be a wimp, but rape? No, never. But take the initiative and their defenses will usually melt!"

Before Mary had time to react, I quickly yanked up a couple of inches of the back of her skirt, providing me additional slack. I pressed my skirt-covered hand between Mary's cheeks. She clamped her thighs together and clenched her cheeks when I tried to goose her. But the jiggling motion as the elevator stopped on each floor forced her to shift her feet, and I was soon firmly rubbing her pussy through her thin skirt. Her slit was hot and moist, and I could feel her juices making her skirt damp as I pressed it directly against her pussy.

When the last two people left the elevator but before the doors closed, I pushed my fingers upward, and in spite of Mary's efforts, my skirt-fabric-covered index finger pressed directly against her vaginal opening. She let out a loud gasp as she realized my finger was beginning to enter her. The doors closed as she quickly spun around, ending my digital invasion of her pussy, and faced me. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she hissed at me.




Wedding Games Ch. 01



"Same thing you were doing to me," I replied. "The way your pussy feels, I think we'd fit together pretty well!"

"You're a real prick, aren't you?" Mary challenged, but she was fighting to keep from grinning at me.

"You ought to know! You spent enough time playing with it!"

Mary opened her mouth to speak, but she couldn't come up with an appropriate retort before the elevator stopped at her floor. She flipped me the bird, grinned, then exited the elevator ahead of me. I followed closely behind her as she hurried down the hall toward her room. She pretended to be ignoring me, which was silly. Yes, I had taken the initiative!

The view from behind was spectacular, particularly since I knew Mary was wearing so little. The sight of the unrestrained flexing and relaxing movements of her recently-fondled behind caused my balls to throb. Once again my cock was uncomfortable in my pants.

Mary unlocked her door, pushed it open, and hurried into her room. Before she could close the door to keep me out, I forced my way inside and pushed her solidly against the wall. The door closed with a loud click. I kissed her and rubbed her breasts through her blouse. Her nipples were rigid, and she moaned loudly into my mouth. After a few seconds she moved herself away from the wall, but I continued to fondle her breasts. She tried to push me toward the door, but I resisted. "You've gotta go! Now!" she insisted.

"I want to make love to you, Mary. We've got plenty of time before the wedding."

"No we don't! I barely have time to do my hair and makeup and get dressed! And now I have to take a shower, too! So please leave!"

"Sure," I replied, "since you said 'please.'" I leaned down for another kiss. Mary was correct. At best we only had time for a quickie, but I wanted more than that. After several seconds of intense kissing while I rubbed her breasts, she pushed me away, back toward the door. This time I walked into the hall rather than struggle with her. She had the door almost closed when I said, "Oh Mary! One more thing!"

Mary opened the door just wide enough that she could see me. "Yeah?" There was a puzzled, questioning look on her face.

"It doesn't show too much since it's black. But you might want to clean that skirt before you wear it again in public. It's got a really conspicuous wet spot down low on the back."

Mary blushed, then she quickly closed the door. I heard a funny, muffled sound, and I realized she was laughing. At least she wasn't angry with me! More importantly, she'd rejected my attempt at a quickie, but she hadn't turned me down for jumping into bed with me after the wedding. The game was still on!

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Slightly more than two hours later the wedding party, minus the bride of course, assembled in the hotel lobby. The women commented on how handsome the men looked in their matching tuxedos, and of course the men observed how beautiful the women were. They wore matching light blue dresses with narrow string-straps over their shoulders. The straps were much too thin to cover bra straps, and it's a measure of how naive and inexperienced I was that I wondered why their nipples didn't show through their tops. 

The bridesmaids climbed into one station wagon, and the groomsmen into another. I was disappointed because I'd been planning to grope and fondle Mary in the car, and I'd hoped she would be able to grope me a little, too. Ah well . . . 

We arrived at the church a few minutes before the wedding was to begin. B.T. walked away with his parents, and everyone else formed small conversation groups. Mary sat down in a padded chair, and I stood beside her. I looked down at her chest, and from this angle I could see all of Mary's breasts down to the white areas where her bathing suit tan line ended.

"Most guys are taller than me, so I'm used to having them stare down my dress. But your flute kinda springs up when you do it! I've never seen one so . . . so . . . so excitable!" Mary whispered.

I blushed and Mary chortled to herself. I leaned forward and pressed my flute against her bare shoulder through my pants, and I could see redness slowly spreading over her face, neck, and breasts. She made no attempt to either conceal her breasts from my view or end the pressure of my erection against her shoulder. Every time she moved to look around I caught momentary glimpses of her areolae and nipples.

There were some sort of bra-cups sewn into the dress, but without straps to support them, Mary's breasts were barely restrained. I wasn't naive enough to believe that she was unaware of the view she was giving me. Knowing she was deliberately exposing herself to me made waiting an unusually enjoyable experience! It also made me optimistic about my chances! Finally we were called to our places, and the wedding began.



Other than sharing an occasional amorous look and suggestive smile with Mary, I was reasonably well-behaved throughout the ceremony. It was obvious that B.T. and Rachel were very much in love, and the looks they gave each other as they made their vows expressed far more than the words they spoke. After only a few minutes I was walking back down the aisle with Mary on my arm, the marriage service completed. Her right breast rubbed against my left arm with each step, and once again my cock was mostly erect.

Once everyone had left the church, we returned and sat down in the pews. There followed a seemingly interminable period for formal wedding photography. I supposed I'm being unfair to the young woman who was the official photographer. She had everything very well organized, she'd had us practice after the rehearsal, and she'd scheduled the planned pictures in an order that allowed each one of us to be efficiently posed in our various groups. In fact I didn't really mind the wait.

Mary and I sat together in a pew in the back, by ourselves. Nobody sat behind us, and that meant that nobody could see any part of me below my chest. Consequently Mary was hidden below the top front of her dress. So whenever neither of us was required for one of the photos, we sat together, stared innocently straight ahead, and groped and fondled each other.

The only people facing us were the ones being photographed. We were far enough back in the church that we were in partial shadow, and we knew the camera flashes would make it even harder for anyone to see what we were doing. If I were called for a picture, we knew there wasn't sufficient time to stuff my genitals back into my pants and zip me back up again, so Mary did all of the touching she could through my pants.

Obviously there was no way to gain open access to Mary's pussy! Several times she pulled her dress up while we waited, and I caressed her case through her underwear while she fondled my flute through my pants. Pre-cum leaked into my shorts, and her juices moistened her crotch. Anyone who had been close enough to hear our breathing would have known what we were doing! Once, during a particularly long delay while everyone's attention was on the people in the front, I slipped my hand under her top and directly caressed both of her breasts. Her nipples felt like pebbles!

I had no idea why Mary was letting me be so intimate with her, but the reason didn't concern me. She apparently was offering me limited access to her body in exchange for her groping my cock. I had every intention of increasing the erotic touching until I ended up in her bed. But first there was a reception to attend.

~~~~~

The reception included a banquet. Mary and I were seated together, and she began to get even more affectionate as we drank wine and champagne. I almost choked on my food when I felt her unzip me. She reached inside the opening in my shorts, pulled my genitals out, and gently caressed my uncovered cock and balls. "MMMH!" she whispered in my ear. "You've got a really nice flute! I really wish you weren't so young! No matter what Rachel says, I doubt you really know how to use it! But maybe I'll teach you, later!" Boyoboyoboy!

After that one quick grope, Mary released my cock. Because of the tablecloth, nobody could see that he was out of my pants, and I left him exposed while I ate. Her eyes sparkled, and clearly she was amused that I'd done this. But she'd laid down the challenge. She might still decide to fuck me, but she thought I was too young and inexperienced to do it well enough to make it pleasurable enough for her to make it worthwhile.

After we finished eating, I managed to force my cock back inside my shorts, and I zipped my pants up. A few minutes later I danced with the newly-married Rachel, and she held me close so that she could whisper in my ear. "Did you and Mary hit it off?" She asked. I could feel her lower body deliberately pressing against my stiffening erection.

"Yeah, but she just teases me to death," I replied. "She thinks I'm too young for her."

Rachel gave me a hug as we danced. "She could really use a little romance. She's still getting over that asshole she was so serious about. I can feel that your flute is ready to play a concert, so why not give her another try?"

I had never had one woman tell me to fuck another before, and I told her so in those words. Rachel laughed, and I could feel her entire body moving through her clothes. I was still incredibly attracted to her even though she was married! "I really like Mary, Rachel. She deserves more than a one-night-stand with me."

Rachel pulled away so that she could look into my eyes. "You really are a nice guy, aren't you? Even if you are horny as a goat!" She asked. When I didn't respond, she held me close again and continued. "Mary's a really good friend, and I wouldn't do anything to hurt her. But I think making love to you is exactly what she needs right now. Even if it's just for one night."

"I feel like I'm in some kind of weird dream," I said. "You're telling me you want me to screw your friend because it would be good for her. God, Rachel! This is really strange!" Rachel just giggled and held me close.

The band ended one song and continued with another slow number, and in spite of the usual protocol, Rachel kept dancing with me. I wondered what else was on her mind. I was once again thinking about how it had felt when we both climaxed, and for a moment Mary was completely forgotten. A minute or two passed as we danced in silence. I could feel my erection throbbing against her body as we moved together.

Rachel whispered in my ear, "Was Big Tom telling the truth? That you were almost a virgin when you gave me that mind-blowing climax? Was it true?" I nodded, and she gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "Well, I got more than a one-time high from it! Sex with B.T. was always great, but now - it's incredible! We both just let go and . . . well, you know, don't you? Aren't you enjoying yourself, too?"

"Rachel, I haven't had sex since that night with you in B.T.'s room."

Rachel again pulled away and looked into my eyes. "You're telling the truth, aren't you? Well, if I weren't a married woman, I'd . . . "And she gave me a truly wicked grin. She hugged me close as the music finished.

"Enjoy the honeymoon!" I said. "I'll imagine what you're doing and beat off, pretending I'm inside you!"

Rachel gave me a deep kiss, smearing lipstick all over my mouth. I could feel her hard nipples pressing against me through her dress. "If I ever have trouble getting off, I'll just remember how you did me on that beer bust!" She whispered, and then she was gone.

I remained standing in the middle of the room and watched as Rachel began dancing with B.T. Once again I felt slightly dizzy. My erection was throbbing against my pants. Mary walked over to me. She was frowning slightly. I pulled her against me, and we began to dance. She immediately stopped, then used a tissue to wipe Rachel's lipstick from my lips and face. She asked me why Rachel had been so affectionate. "Well, we got to talking about sex, and she lost control," I said.

"Yeah, right!" Mary replied. "You wish!"

I stared down the front of Mary's bridesmaid dress and watched her breasts jiggle as she breathed, and she made no effort to stop me. She simply stared up at me. The top of her breasts slowly turned red as she began to blush. "Do you have some kind of perverted breast fixation?" Mary asked in a strange, husky voice.

"Says the woman who stroked my naked penis and testicles!" I replied. "I was just imagining how it would feel to caress your bare breasts. And kiss and suck on your nipples. And slowly remove your dress as I did so." I had either just been incredibly stupid or just maybe . . . 

Mary caught me completely by surprise when she stepped back and slapped my face. Then she grinned at the look on my face. "I've now officially defended my honor. So dance with me and whisper in my ear! Tell me all the disgusting things you would like to do with me if I gave you the chance!" Consistency, thy name is not woman!

My cheek stung where she had slapped me, but I knew from the way she was clinging to me that there was no longer any doubt that she had decided to sleep with me. I might be younger than her brother, but I was still a man. I would have had to be an imbecile in order to miss her clear signals. I didn't know what had changed, but she was clearly openly responding to me sexually. Rachel's advice had been correct! All I had to do was complete the seduction without screwing it up!

I leaned down and kissed Mary as we danced. Her tongue thrust into my mouth, further affirming her intention to take me to her bed. I lifted my head until our lips were barely touching. "I'm going to kiss and caress your entire body as we slowly undress each other," I whispered as seductively as I could. "Then I'm going to make love to you all night long. After breakfast I'll smear jelly all over your body. Then I'll lick and kiss you clean before we make love again." This was nothing but wishful thinking since I'd never done anything like this before. I had sucked and licked Rachel's nipples, but that's all.

Mary had her eyes closed as I whispered. Her lips were apart, and she rubbed the tip of her tongue against my lips as I spoke. It was sexy as hell and I loved it! I covertly slipped my left hand up and gently squeezed her right breast through her dress. I slid my right hand down onto her behind and squeezed her left buttocks. She moaned and began to tremble. I felt her stumble in her high heels.

Mary kissed me hard, then began to whisper. "I know where they're going tonight. Rachel and Tom. They'll be making love about an hour after they leave here. I want to, too. When they do. At the same time. With you."

Mary's openly announced intentions surprised me, and I actually felt disappointment - but didn't know why. Then I figured out that I'd been enjoying the chase, but it was over. All I had to do was reel in the fish on the line. Unless I screwed things up, we were going to find out just how well my flute fit inside her case.

I remained silent for a couple of minutes as we danced. I was excited and pleased, but also puzzled. Mary had turned me down the night before, but tonight she was planning to fuck me. I knew I didn't understand women, but I was totally confused by her abrupt change of mind. Hell, my desires were so much more simple and direct! If she'd agreed last night, I'd have made love to her both nights!

Finally my confusion completely consumed me, overwhelming my common sense. "Not that it matters, Mary, but how come you changed your mind?"

Mary pulled her head away from my chest and looked into my face. I could see a combination of disappointment and condescension in her eyes. "Before I tell you, let me talk to you the way I would to my little brother. Don't EVER ask a woman why she decided to sleep with you! Just be a grown-up and take her to bed!"

I was afraid I'd just blown a sure thing. My embarrassment and inexperience must have shown on my face. I could see amusement and lust taking over Mary's face. "Don't worry! I'll show you what to do!" She pressed her hips against my erection and rubbed from side to side, and she laughed when I groaned. She put her head back on my chest and we continued dancing.

"Understand that this is a one-time thing," Mary whispered. "One night. No talk of love, just pure, physical sex. No chance of the two of us ever doing it again. No calls afterwards. No letters. No regrets. No complications. Agreed?"

As long as it included sex, I'd have probably agreed to anything Mary demanded. Even though I didn't have her address or phone number, I could always get it later from B.T. if I really wanted it. I'd sensed that she had almost let me share her bed the night before. But tonight for some reason she was both willing and eager to explore our carnal compatibility. Even though I'd lost the initiative, once again I wasn't an idiot!

"Sure," I quickly replied. "As long as you don't plan to get much sleep."

Mary giggled. "Promises, promises!" she whispered. "You guys always talk big, then roll over and start to snore as soon as you get your rocks off!"

"I'm sure you can think of some way to keep me awake," I replied. "Besides, I don't want to waste time sleeping. Well not unless we're completely worn out from making love!"

"We'll soon see if you're full of shit, won't we?" I couldn't think of a reply. Mary's body shook as she suppressed her laughter. I wasn't sure what she thought was funny, so I decided she was merely releasing some of her sexual tension.

After a minute or two Mary tilted her head up so that she could whisper to me. "Rachel and I don't have many secrets where sex is concerned. We lost our virginities the same night. We double-dated to our senior prom, and the guys got us really smashed on bourbon and scotch. They talked us into going skinny-dipping, and once we got undressed, we couldn't stop them from fucking us. They both did us, taking turns."

That really shocked me. What sort of jerks treat women that way? Mary muttered something I didn't catch, then she took a deep breath. "The didn't even wear rubbers. Rachel and I were so scared . . . "

Mary muttered again, and this time I heard clearly.  "Assholes! It hurt. Both of them. A lot. Finally our periods came." She was silent again.

"They both raped you?" I managed to get out.

"Not to hear them tell it! The whole damned school found out about it the next Monday! How we'd both fucked both of them! And who would believe it was rape when we'd gotten naked with them? Talk about stupid!"

Mary's body had become rigid as she relayed how she had gotten deflowered. I wondered how that experience had affected her subsequent relationships with men. I need not have worried. She gradually began to thrust herself against my erection, and soon she was making little moans in her throat. "My first real lover was an older guy - during my first semester at college. I told him about the rape when we began to get serious. He took his time - weeks! - seducing me, and he finally got me so hot I almost raped HIM!"

Mary was suddenly silent as we continued dancing, and once again I could feel tension in her body. Clearly the memories of that affair were not completely good ones. Something else occurred to me. Even though it didn't matter, I wondered if he'd been the jerk with whom she'd lived for two years. I'd learned my lesson, and I didn't ask. I stopped worrying about things I couldn't change and concentrated on the task at hand.

Within a minute or so I felt a different tension in her body. Thanks to Mary's rubbing, my erection was upright in my pants. She was rising up on her toes and deliberately rubbing the bottom of her pubic bone against the head of my penis. I was fighting hard, holding myself back from the edge, as I fought my building excitement. My balls felt hot. I had to stop or I'd probably explode into my pants, and I began to breathe in little moans.




Wedding Games Ch. 01



Mary abruptly pulled her hips away from me. "You do excite fast!" She whispered. "That jerk I was living with liked me to do that, too, so I know. Let's sit down and cool off, huh?" Her face was covered with red blotches, her eyes were dark pools, and her breathing was irregular. I was inexperienced, but I wasn't stupid. Once again she was extremely aroused.

Mary led me to an unoccupied table for four in a corner of the room. I held her chair, and she sat down in the corner, facing into the room. I sat down beside her. Under cover of the tablecloth, she immediately began to stroke my stiff cock through my pants. I didn't really want her to stop, but if she didn't I was going to make a mess.

"Hey, your dress is getting wrinkled in the back. Scootch up and I'll straighten it."

Mary obligingly lifted her behind off the chair, and I slipped my hand completely under her skirt and pushed my fingers up between her legs. She jumped as if she had touched a live electric wire. "Get your hand out of there!" Mary hissed as she reached back with her right hand and tried to pull my hand away. "Somebody'll see you doing that!"

I easily overpowered Mary. I could feel her panties and pantyhose as I rubbed my fingers forward and back, pressing firmly against her slit. "If you don't sit down, I guarantee somebody'll see what I'm doing. Hell, the way you're standing, well, it's obvious."

Mary muttered something and quickly sat down. My fingers were now wedged firmly against her vulva, separating her cheeks and spreading her outer labia apart. "Damn you! Stop! Nobody's ever treated me like this and I don't like it!" she hissed into my ear. I wiggled my fingers, and she cursed. She was afraid to stand up, but by sitting down she couldn't avoid having my hand applying direct, firm pressure against her pussy.

"So it's all right for you to play with my flute, but I can't rub your case? Where'd that rule come from?"

Instead of answering me, Mary gave me a look of defiance as she unzipped me and pulled my cock out of my pants. I glanced around the room as she expertly began to stroke my shaft. Our hands were concealed by the tablecloth draped over the table behind which we were sitting, and nobody appeared to be paying any attention to us. Pre-cum began to drip out of my cock, and she used the slippery liquid to massage my cock at the base of the crown, underneath, right where the shaft begins.

I was already extremely aroused, Mary knew what she was doing, and I didn't have a chance. It didn't take long. I grabbed a napkin with my left hand, and I barely managed to capture the first squirt of cum that burst from my cock. She gave a triumphant little laugh as I continued to pump more cum into the square of linen. Once my cock began to go soft she released it. "I hope that took the edge off. Maybe you can last longer in a few minutes."

Mary's condescending sexual superiority annoyed me. Was she ignoring the fact that I still had a hand socketed between her legs? As I carefully wiped off my cock left-handed and folded my load of cum inside the napkin, I began to forcefully rub her vulva through her underwear. "Hey! Stop that!" she muttered under her breath. "You can't . . . I won't . . . Oh SHIT!"

I'd been correct in my assessment of Mary's level of arousal. She began to grunt and her hips began to twitch as I rubbed firmly against the place she was most sensitive. I couldn't really feel her clitoris, but I'd probably located it by the way she reacted. After another minute she began to chew on her lower lip, and she was essentially humping my hand as I rubbed. I could feel both heat and moisture through her pantyhose.

Mary pressed the back of her left hand against her mouth and made a muffled little cry. She began to tremble, and her hip-thrusts against my fingers suddenly became more forceful and irregular - two thrusts, a pause, then two or three more, than another pause, finally a series of really fast thrusts. She had her eyes tightly closed as she made unintelligible moaning sounds against her hand. Her legs jerked once, twice, and then they clamped together around my hand. I could feel her body trembling.

Mary gasped for breath and leaned heavily against my right side and gradually came back down. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was still fast. I looked around the room, wondering if anyone realized what we'd just done. Fortunately nobody appeared to be paying any attention to us.

My limp cock was still outside my pants, and as dinky as he now was, I knew all of the cum had drained from him onto the napkin. With my left hand I carefully folded the cum-filled napkin and placed it on the tablecloth in front of us. When Mary's legs stopped trembling, I gently removed hand from under her skirt. I lifted that hand toward my face, and the heady aroma of what B.T. called 'pecker polish' immediately overwhelmed all other scents. I held my slightly damp fingers under her nose, and her eyes popped open in surprise.

Mary let out a long, shuddering sigh. "I haven't done that since highschool," she whispered. "I was still a virgin and afraid of getting pregnant, but we'd get each other off with our hands like that. I didn't know I could still . . . "

Mary left that thought unfinished. Lady Luck had smiled on me. She'd tapped into memories of her early sexual exploration, and those memories had made it possible for my finger action to push her over the edge. I sniffed her pussy juice on my fingers, and I felt the first twinge of stiffness returning to my cock. She grabbed my hand and sniffed my fingers again. "Open your mouth," she ordered.

I was still enjoying the satisfaction I felt for having gotten Mary to climax, and I did as she directed without thinking. I was caught completely by surprise and was unable to resist when she pushed my own fingers into my mouth. "Lick 'em clean," she ordered. "I don't want anyone else to know what you did 'cause o' the smell." I didn't need a course in psychology to realize what she was doing! She hadn't expected me to get her to cum that way! She still expected to be the one in charge!

I saw only one way to defeat her, and so I did as she asked. There was a slightly tart taste on my fingers, enhanced by the scent. Although unfamiliar, the taste was more pleasant than not. I grinned at Mary as I licked, sucked, and slurped the traces of her pussy juice from my fingers, one by one. She was clearly surprised, but I saw an amused sparkle in her eyes. Then she partially unfolded the napkin containing my cum.

With my fingers almost licked clean, there was nothing to conceal the powerful scent of my cum as Mary exposed what I'd deposited in the napkin. "Holy shit!" she exclaimed as she dipped two of her fingers in the sticky mess. "Have you been saving it up or something?" She held her hand in front of my eyes. There was probably half a teaspoonful of my cum glistening on her fingertips.

"Or something," I muttered. Even though I'd relieved myself the night before, I'd obviously build up a huge load in the interim.

To my amazement Mary licked the cum from her fingers, then whispered, "Let's taste it together." She pressed her lips against mine and poked her tongue inside my mouth. Although surprised, I reciprocated. The combined taste was peculiar, and not at all what I'd expected from the way my cum and her pussy smelled. Peculiar or not, the effect on my cock was dramatic, and he immediately stood at attention, still outside my pants.

Mary ended the kiss. "Do you like to eat pussy?" she asked, and I nodded, even though I'd never done so before. Because I was willing to do it, I rationalized that I wasn't really lying! In the fraternity we called it 'muff diving', 'cunt kissing', 'trench tasting', or 'salmon sucking' (because of the numerous claims that 'twats smell like fish'). She grinned. "Later maybe we can kiss like this again. Only with everything direct from the source, so to speak. Want to?"

Again I nodded, and again she grinned. I might have been inexperienced, but I wasn't completely naive! My fraternity brothers called cunnilingus 'what you sometimes have to do to get laid'. Mary obviously enjoyed her oral delights, and a guy can always learn, right? She'd already agreed to teach me!

Mary abruptly stood up. "Let's dance some more. They'll be leaving soon, and I wanna talk to Rachel again."

Mary pulled on my hand but I didn't get up. She frowned for a couple of seconds until I said, "I can't! I've got a problem!"

I saw amusement splash over Mary's face as she sat back down. Both of her hands immediately reached under the table and grabbed my bare cock. "My-oh-my-oh-my! You recover almost as fast as you get off!" After giving a couple of quick squeezes, she released me.

As I struggled to force my cock back inside my underpants, Mary kissed and blew on my ear, sending shivers down my back. "Should I get you another napkin?" she asked is a throaty whisper. "Or do you think you can keep from ruining your tux while we dance?" I glared at her as I finally managed to get my stiff cock back where it belonged, and she giggled as I zipped myself up. Her face was red, and her pupils were dilated again.

As I immediately discovered, Mary's nipples were also stiff. She rubbed the top of her dress against my chest, allowing me a clear view down her cleavage. She rubbed her hips and thighs back and forth against my erection as we danced, but when the song ended she scampered over to see Rachel. B.T. left his new bride and ambled over to me. He was grinning.

We stood together and watched the animated exchange between the two women. "Congrats again, B.T. Rachel's a beautiful bride."

"And she's not the only one getting laid tonight, right?" B.T. replied with another grin. I felt my face getting hot, and he chuckled. "Last night after their party, Rache gave Mare a really bad time about brushing you off. But it sure looked like she figured out the way to finger your flute tonight!" (B.T. pronounced Rachel's nickname as "Raitch" and Mary's just the way it looks.)

"Shit! You saw that? I thought you were dancing with Rachel!"

"Yeah, but Rache kinda dared Mare to play a tune on your flute before the reception ended. We were both watching!"

B.T. and I glanced over at the girls. They were looking back at us and giggling. Mary was blushing. "We almost couldn't believe it when you got her off, too!" B.T. continued. "Unless you screw it up somehow, you're not sleepin' alone tonight!"

"Yeah, but I don't know why," I replied. "Last night she gave me her 'you're too young for me' speech. But now she's coming on to me like you wouldn't believe. I asked her what gives, but she didn't explain. She just gave me some stories about good and bad sex she'd had. And how she and Rachel were together for their first times. I don't get it!"

"Jeez! Didn't I teach you better than that? Asking her why she changed her mind was really dumb! But you're in luck, bro. I overheard them talking last night."

"So? What's going on?"

B.T. gave me a wry smile. "Last night Raitch told her about that time in the shower. You know, with you and her and Kelly. And then after that Stage Three when she took turns with the two of us." He chuckled. "She told Mare that you were almost as good in bed as I am."

"Shit, B.T.! I'm practically a virgin! But Rachel didn't tell her about . . . You know, the other seven guys at the Stage Three, did she?"

B.T. shook his head. "Nah, she kept that secret. Just like she swore she would. But she told Mare just about everything that happened back at the house! No wonder Mare's eager to get you into her bed!"

I started to say something in reply, but B.T. gestured that I shouldn't speak. "Can it, Bro. We're about to get picked up by a coupla hot women!" he said in a stage whisper that the women clearly heard. They both giggled.

Seconds later I felt Mary's left breast pressing firmly against my arm as she pulled me back onto the dance floor. The band was playing a relatively fast number, and we danced together, though only occasionally touching. I saw flashes of concern on her pretty face, but I could also see a blush coming and going on the exposed flesh of her upper breasts. She melted into my arms as a slow number began, her entire body pressed firmly against mine, the side of her face pressed against my chest.

B.T. and Rachel were also dancing, if anyone could call it that. They were tightly wrapped around each other, barely moving to the music, kissing passionately. We were close enough to hear the sounds of pleasure they were making as their tongues gripped and released, then became entangled again. I turned so that Mary could watch them. 

"Have you ever seen two people so eager to make love? Could they do it here and now, in front of their parents and friends? What would it take to snap the thin veneer of resistance, the final vestige of dignity, that prevents them from mating in front of us, right now?"

Mary didn't answer. She shivered in my arms, then clung even tighter to me. My erection had returned, and she wiggled and thrust her thighs against it. I could feel the pressure points of her nipples, even through her clothing. I moved my hands up and down her back, from the beginning swell of her hips to her neck. Her exposed skin was hot to the touch and damp with her sweat. She shivered again, longer and more intensely this time.

All at once Mary looked up at me, a look of concern on her face. Her wide-open eyes looked like deep, dark blue pools. "Did you really do what Rachel said?" she asked. " You and B.T. and her? Did you lie to me?"

For a moment I was primarily concerned that Mary was referring to the Stage Three beer bust and the nine men - including B.T. and me - who'd filled Rachel with their jism. But Mary had only asked about B.T. and me, so it was safe to answer.

"I didn't lie to you," I replied. "But I wasn't going to kiss and tell, either. So I made a comment about you having to think that B.T. and Rachel and I were in bed together or it would have been impossible for Rachel and me to do it. That was completely true." Well, it really wasn't because I was concealing the sex I had with Rachel at the State Three. But unless Rachel broke her pledge, I couldn't imagine any way that Mary would ever find that out.

Mary's eyes were wide open. "You really did that? Like Rachel said?"

I nodded. "They included me in their intimacy," I whispered. "Just that one time, but I'll never forget it."

"Rachel . . . Rachel said you took turns with her," Mary said in a questioning tone. "She said . . . "

Mary swallowed hard as she stared into my eyes. "She said her orgasms were so intense that she passed out. That she couldn't stand up, even hours later. That she had to be carried to the bathroom. That . . . " She shivered, then swallowed again.

"All three of us were over-stimulated," I interrupted. I wasn't comfortable hearing more. "And we'd had a lot of beer, too." Because I'd left B.T.'s room immediately after awakening, leaving Rachel sprawled on top of him, I hadn't known some of what Mary had just told me. I couldn't forget the sight, sound, and smell of Rachel's apparently continuous orgasm as she had taken turns with B.T. and me. After the way her entire body had trembled and shaken, it didn't come as a surprise that afterwards she'd been too tired to move.

Hearing these intimate details from Mary was mildly irritating, almost as if she were intruding into something she had no right to know. But her obvious excitement and arousal quickly claimed my attention. I leaned down to kiss her, and I understood that old expression, "she melted in my arms." I cupped her behind with one hand and discretely rubbed my thumb along the side of her breast. Her responses were so intense I momentarily wondered if she would resist if I undressed her in front of everyone.

Cheering interrupted my inappropriate thoughts and actions, and we broke apart. It was time for the tossing of the bridal bouquet. A girl I didn't know caught it, but my attention was riveted on Mary. She kept looking at me, her mouth agape, and breathing rapidly as she waited with the other single women for Rachel to release it. The bouquet flew directly past Mary's head, but she made no attempt to grab it.

B.T. bared a considerable amount of Rachel's shapely leg as he removed the ceremonial garter. Mary smiled at me when I followed her example and stared at her face as the tiny piece of cloth flew past within arms' reach, allowing another guy to catch it. The reception was almost over, and B.T. and Rachel, enduring a barrage of ribald comments, left to change clothes.

"Time to powder my nose," Mary whispered, and she hurried away. I decided to do the same. Naturally I returned several minutes before her, and I amused myself by watching several couples trying, without success, to conceal their erotic intentions planned to follow the reception's conclusion. I was also amused that, judging by B.T.'s comments, Mary and I had been as unsuccessful in those attempts as had they. Sex was in the air!

Surely anyone watching me would have realized my post-reception plans without difficulty. I couldn't help breaking into a broad smile when I saw Mary walking toward me, her eyes boring into mine. Seconds later we were holding each other while we waited for B.T. and Rachel to return. We weren't dancing, but instead we were touching and caressing each other as the band played another slow number. We also kissed nearly constantly.

"If that was us, we'd be consummating our marriage right now," I whispered in Mary's ear, "just like in that musical. You know, Oklahoma."

"If we'd been getting married today, we'd probably have already done it," Mary agreed. "Right here, in front of everyone. I thought . . . I thought for a moment that we were going to actually do that anyway . . . "

Mary lifted her arms and wiggled, popping her breasts partway free as she wrapped her arms around my neck. As our tongues pushed and pulled together, I gently pulled the top of her bridesmaid dress up, once again covering most of her breasts. She frowned, obviously puzzled.

"I don't want to share you with anyone else," I said. I still had hold of the top of Mary's dress, and I wiggled my fingers inside the cups against her nipples, and she made a little cry into my open mouth. "I want us to forget everyone in the rest of the world when we make love."

The intensity of Mary's answering kisses almost caused me to pull the top of her dress completely down. "God, you sure know how to make my knees weak!" she whispered. "If that's not a line of complete bullshit, well I guess I'll find out in about ten minutes! They're already back!"

I hadn't heard the applause as the newly married couple returned to say their final goodbyes. Mary hugged both of them, and B.T. kissed her. There wasn't an opportunity to say anything intimate to either of them, but I got a firm handshake and grin from B.T. and a hug and a quick peck on my lips from Rachel. Then Mary and I joined the crowd throwing rice as our friends hurried off to begin their honeymoon.

As soon as the limousine pulled away, I grabbed Mary's hand, and we raced toward the elevators. Two minutes later her hands were trembling so much that she almost dropped her keycard. She started to go into her room, but I pulled her back and picked her up, cradling her in my arms. I carried her into her room and laid her full-length on the bed. I kissed her passionately before I returned to the door to put out the "Do Not Disturb" sign and set the deadbolt and security chain.

When I turned around, I was momentarily disappointed to see Mary no longer lying on the bed, but standing beside it. She smiled. "I really want to save this dress, and lying down in it will wrinkle it. Besides, you said something about undressing me . . . "




Wedding Games Ch. 01



B.T. had told me about the two basic first-fucks: the fast-and-furious, and the tantalizingly-slow seduction. "Actually the second usually becomes the first," he'd said. "Partway through the seduction neither of you wants to wait any longer, and you just insert your key and unlock her passions." Mary had just clearly hinted that she wanted to be slowly seduced, and in spite of my level of arousal I decided to go along with her.

"We should undress each other," I agreed.  "This is a rented tux, but they'll charge me if I return it damaged."

"Or stained."

"Or stained," I agreed. My brain was barely functioning, and I couldn't think of anything else to say.

"I've never undressed a man in a tuxedo," Mary said. "In fact you're the only man I've ever kissed who was wearing one." A quick flash of pain flashed over her face, then vanished. She continued. "Those assholes after my prom doesn't count. They weren't really men, were they? Men don't rape women and then brag about it."

I didn't like the direction of our conversation, but I obviously couldn't control that. "No, and they don't risk getting them pregnant, either." I emptied my pockets onto the top of Mary's dresser, and held up a pack of condoms.

Mary shook her head. "We won't need them. I've been on the pill since . . . well long enough. Besides, I want to feel your skin inside me, not latex. And I want to feel you squirt inside me when you climax. If you can. Rachel said you do that, and I never . . ."



I took her in my arms and gave her an open-mouthed kiss. She was already breathing fast, and I could feel the tension in her body releasing itself in little trembles.

I kissed Mary's lips, face, eyes, and neck. I kissed her bare arms. I kissed her upper chest as far down as the beginning of her dress. But I made no move to undress her. Finally I slowly pulled the thin straps from her shoulders, exposing more of her breasts, almost to her areolas and partially pinning her upper arms against her sides. I kissed the freshly exposed skin, then began again with her lips.

There was a tiny clasp at the top of Mary's dress, in the back, and I gently opened it. "Turn around," I ordered. When she did so, I reached round and cupped her breasts through the top of her dress. Then I kissed the back of her neck, her shoulders, and her back down as far as her dress. It was easy to find her stiff nipples, even through the layers of fabric.

"You're trying to drive me crazy, aren't you?" Mary asked in a hoarse whisper.

"Just crazy with desire."

"I passed that point while we were dancing! What comes next?"

"Let's find out together," I replied. Intuitively I knew that getting Mary impatient was a good sign. Still squeezing her breasts through her dress, I grabbed the talon of her zipper in my teeth and lowed it down her back a couple of inches. The back of her dress gaped slightly open, and I licked and kissed the freshly exposed skin on her spine.

Mary moaned. "God! I can't take much more of this!"

I ignored Mary's complaint, and bared another couple of inches, then kissed lower. In spite of the air conditioning in the room, I could see tiny drops of perspiration popping out on her shoulders and upper back. Her skin was hot against my lips and tongue, and I could taste her fresh, salty sweat.

I lowered Mary's zipper an inch at a time with my teeth, pausing to kiss her spine. I had to get down on my knees once I reached her waist. Seconds later her panty hose appeared, followed a few inches later by white bikini panties, under the pantyhose. I kissed and licked her pantyhose until the zipper finally reached its end.

Mary's back was completely bare, glistening where I'd left kisses and licks. The only thing holding her dress up was my hands that reached up her front and held her breasts. I could smell the powerful scent of her arousal, and I pressed my tongue between the cheeks of her panties, again kissing her pantyhose.

Mary was still facing away from me, and she tried to turn around as I stood up, but my hands on her breasts prevented it. I kissed a sensitive spot behind her left ear, and she began to make inarticulate little sounds, almost like a kitten's mews. I released her breasts and the top of her dress fell away from her body. I gently pulled the straps down her arms, and her dress fell to the floor around her ankles. She was naked except for her high heels, pantyhose, and panties. There was a dark wet spot between her legs.

"Step out of your dress and I'll hang it up," I ordered. Mary started to kick her shoes off. "No, leave everything else on. I haven't finished undressing you." She took two steps forward, leaving her dress behind. I picked it up as she turned around to face me.

I stared down at her bare breasts, each a nice handful, each jutting forward. Her stiff nipples were surrounded by quarter-sized areolae which were puffed up and a colored purplish-maroon. "I can hang it up," she said.

I shook my head. "No, I will. Just stand there and let me look at you while I do it."

"Use the last hanger on the right. That's the one it came with."

As distracted as I was by her near nudity, it took almost a minute to get the dress properly hung up in the closet. For some reason my legs weren't working correctly, but I managed to walk over to Mary and take her in my arms. As we kissed, she started pulling at my tux jacket. "My turn!" she muttered into my mouth. I shook my head and pulled her hands away.

"Not yet. I haven't finished with you."

I tasted fresh sweat and her perfume as I kissed my way down Mary's breasts. She had her hands in my hair, clenching and unclenching her fingers. When I sucked a nipple into my mouth, she moaned and smashed my face against her breast. She pulled so hard on my hair that it hurt, but I really didn't care. I knew she was getting close.

Mary's hips were thrusting forward and back, humping the air. I switched my mouth to her other nipple, pinched her first nipple with one hand, and reached between her legs with the other. She was really wet. She made several loud grunts as she humped herself against my hand, and then I felt her orgasm begin, almost exactly as it had before. She made a little cry and held her breath as her pelvis jerked and wiggled. I could feel fresh moisture on the fingers between her legs.

As orgasms go it probably wasn't anything particularly spectacular, and it only lasted for a few seconds. But it was the first time I'd ever gotten a nearly naked woman to climax without fucking her, and I knew I'd never forget it. Apparently it was something new for Mary, too. "Unh!" she grunted. "You teased me so shamelessly I almost came when you kissed my nippies! I've never . . . SHIT! I'm still close!"

I took that to mean that Mary hadn't really come back down. Well, I'd certainly seen women, including Rachel, reach a state of insatiable arousal at the Stage Three beer busts. But those events included group nudity and erotic stimulation that was truly over the top, and none of my fraternity brothers had ever described something similar during 'normal' sex between two people.

Mary was shifting her weight from foot to foot, and I didn't waste any more time. I quickly pulled her pantyhose down, then her panties. She held my face against the thin, blonde curls at the front of her slit as I pulled her pantyhose, panties, and shoes off her legs. I could feel dampness from her pussy on my nose as I stood up.

Without her high heels, Mary's mouth was so much lower than mine that I had to lean down to kiss her. This gave her plenty of space to grab at my clothes. She tossed my cummerbund onto a chair, yanked my jacket off and threw it on top of the cummerbund, and began to snap the studs out of my shirt. As each one came free, she dropped it behind her on the carpet. She finally remembered to untie my bow tie. She tossed it across the room.

I fondled Mary's breasts and kissed her lips whenever I could, but she was a woman possessed. As soon as my cufflinks came out, she dropped them and pulled my shirt off me. My undershirt came next, momentarily breaking our kiss. I pulled her against me so that I could feel her bare breasts against my chest, but she twisted down and undid my belt.

My pants and boxers ended up around my ankles, and Mary couldn't pull them over my shoes. With unanticipated strength she pushed me back into a sitting position on the bed, yanked off my shoes without untying them, and quickly yanked off my pants and boxers. She put the head of my cock in her mouth and sucked hard, then she stood up between my legs, panting for several seconds. Almost as an afterthought she pulled my socks off.

Mary's eyes were wide open and wild-looking. Her areolas had puffed up so much that her nipples had all but disappeared. I tried to stand up, but this tiny woman forcefully shoved me back onto the bed and climbed on top of me. Even though I'd envisioned us doing it with me on top, I didn't hesitate or resist. If I'd learned nothing else from the Stage Three beer bust, I'd learned that a man shouldn't argue with a woman who was so profoundly aroused.

Facing me, Mary took hold of my cock and rubbed it up and down her slit several times. Her copious juices glistened on his head and shaft. I reached up and cupped her breasts with my palms, gently stroking her rigid nipples in the process. She stopped moving and made several shrill cries. Then she lined everything up and carefully sat down, forcing the head of my cock to enter her with agonizing slowness. Her cries became louder and longer.

The intense pleasure radiating from my cock caused me to moan involuntarily as Mary's cries got louder. "YES-S-S!" Mary hissed with a shriek as her pussy lips tightened around my cock's shaft, in that way firmly gripping and holding the head of my cock inside her body. For a second or two we silently paused as we both stared at my flute protruding from her case. Then we moaned loudly together as she used her weight to begin forcing my cock deeper inside her body.

Concluded in Chapter 2



Wedding Games Ch. 02



This truly is a story of romance, but it could easily have been posted under Erotic Couplings.

This chapter concludes Wedding Games, beginning with the final three paragraphs of Wedding Games Ch. 1:



Mary's eyes were wide open and wild-looking. Her areolas had puffed up so much that her nipples had all but disappeared. I tried to stand up, but this tiny woman forcefully shoved me back onto the bed and climbed on top of me. Even though I'd envisioned us doing it with me on top, I didn't hesitate or resist. If I'd learned nothing else from the Stage Three beer bust, I'd learned that a man shouldn't argue with a woman who was so profoundly aroused.

Facing me, Mary took hold of my cock and rubbed it up and down her slit several times. Her copious juices glistened on his head and shaft. I reached up and cupped her breasts with my palms, gently stroking her rigid nipples in the process. She stopped moving and made several shrill cries. Then she lined everything up and carefully sat down, forcing the head of my cock to enter her with agonizing slowness. Her cries became louder and longer.

The intense pleasure radiating from my cock caused me to moan involuntarily as Mary's cries got louder. "YES-S-S!" Mary hissed with a shriek as her pussy lips tightened around my cock's shaft, in that way firmly gripping and holding the head of my cock inside her body. For a second or two we silently paused as we both stared at my flute protruding from her case. Then we moaned loudly together as she used her weight to begin forcing my cock deeper inside her body.

A memory from a couple of months earlier popped into my head. After the beer bust when Rachel and I had fucked the first time, she'd been positioned above me in virtually the same position as Mary now was. But Rachel's vagina, as tight as Mary's was now, had been so slippery that it had immediately swallowed my erection. After nine men had ejaculated into her, it's no surprise that she'd been ready!

Mary was certainly wet enough, but it took several seconds for her vagina to relax enough to accommodate my cock. Even in the reduced light I had a clear view of my cock slowly but steadily going deeper and deeper into her body. She paused once and changed the angle of her hips before continuing. I could see her clitoris sticking out, throbbing with her heartbeat as it searched for contact with my body. Her vagina repeatedly gripped and then released my cock, allowing it to slowly penetrate ever deeper each time it relaxed.

"Aaaah!" Mary moaned loudly when my cock finally reached its complete insertion and our pubic bones squeezed together. Her vagina gripped my cock like a tight glove. Even though I was relatively inexperienced, I knew that our genitals fit together better than most people ever experience. Mary immediately confirmed that impression.

"Omigod!" Mary muttered between gasps. "I've never . . . had a cock . . . inside me . . . feel like this! . . . and it's not . . . even moving!" I'd never felt another pussy that conformed to my cock as well as Mary's did. Hers remained the best cock-fitting pussy I experienced until my brief coupling with Marci at a Stage Three beer bust several months later.

Mary's pussy squeezed my cock several times, but we were otherwise not moving. She moaned with each squeeze, and she continued to gasp. "Feels . . . It feels . . . so perfect!" she whispered as she kissed me really hard. A few seconds later she taught me the difference between screwing and fucking.

I reached up and rubbed Mary's breasts as she twisted her hips from side to side, crushing our public hair between our bodies. She bent her head back, and she held her breath. She twisted left, then paused, then right and paused again. She repeated these motions several more times, rubbing her clit directly against my body. Her movements caused my cock to screw back and forth inside her, and that was all it took. She moaned loudly once, then held her breath again.

I felt Mary's orgasm begin as her vagina started trembling around my cock. Her hips twisted from side to side in spastic jerks, and she suddenly began to breathe again. She moaned as she sucked air in, and she screamed as she blew air out. Her cries got louder and louder as her hips screwed my cock faster. Perhaps a minute after we'd become completely joined, she screamed, "YEEEEEH!" and her entire body violently jerked and shook as her vagina repeatedly and forcefully squeezed my cock.

I thrust my hips off the bed, lifting Mary upward and pushing myself even deeper into her, it that was possible. There was no way to prevent my ejaculation, and I didn't even try. I felt my cock swell, and she screamed again. My balls pulled up tight. Several squirts of semen shot violently out of my cock, and she shrieked loudly with each one. Then I was done, and I collapsed back onto the bed, but her body continued to tremble and shake for another minute or so as she gasped for breath. We were both sweating profusely.

I continued to rub Mary's breasts and nipples, but it probably didn't make any difference because everything she was feeling was deep inside, between her legs. At about ten- second intervals, her pussy made three or four spasms on my cock. Each one caused a new wave of trembling, jerking, and twitching to ripple up her body. With each one she made raspy moans from deep in her throat.

Mary's orgasm gradually abated, and she took a couple of deep breaths before the tension suddenly left her body and she collapsed full length on top of me. My cock was still inside her, surprisingly still completely erect. "Hold me! Just . . . hold me!" she gasped, and I wrapped my arms around her. She was covered with sweat and breathing like she'd just run several miles.

Mary's breathing gradually slowed down, and I felt her body relax. Every minute or so I felt her squeeze my cock with her vaginal muscles, then relax. After about the tenth cock squeeze, she was breathing almost normally, but her heart was still beating really fast.

Mary pussy-squeezed my cock again. "Like that?" she asked, then giggled between quick breaths. "I know I do! You didn't even get soft, and I love the way it feels inside me! A perfect fit!" She paused for a couple of breaths. "Wow, was that one I never saw coming!" She gave another vaginal squeeze. It felt as if my cock were actually getting harder.

Frankly I was really surprised. Mary had jerked me off at the reception, and I'd just ejaculated a second time. I knew I would recover for a third climax, and if I was lucky, a fourth. But I'd left a huge wad in the napkin, and judging from the continuous flow of fluids that I could feel oozing onto me from her vagina, I'd shot another big load inside her. I didn't expect to be able to ejaculate again soon, even if I was still erect. I consoled myself by remembering that I'd come up dry while making love to Rachel. Even dry climaxes could leave me gasping for breath!

Mary was so much shorter than me that I could only kiss the top of her head without changing positions and thereby risking popping my cock right out of her.  So I stroked her back and the sides of her breasts and nuzzled against her hair. She kissed and sucked on my nipples and made little grunts of satisfaction. I felt her heart rate slow down, but she made no effort to get off of me.

Mary squeezed my cock with her vagina again, and she made a little purring sound when I grunted. In spite of my now obviously stiff erection, I was otherwise completely relaxed and at peace. I wondered if this is the way it felt when people who really loved each other mated. I tried to remember how it had felt with Rachel, but the reality of Mary's body on top of me prevented me from remembering. I doubted it had been better when I'd made love to Rachel, either at the Stage Three beer bust or later in B.T.'s room.

My mind began to wander. Had Mary and I actually fucked? Did what we'd just done count as a fuck, or was it something else? My cock had gone completely inside her, buried to the hilt. And I'd ejaculated forcefully inside her as she twisted and screwed her genitals against mine. But didn't fucking' require moving the cock in and out? I'd done an in' but I was still inside her. I'd never pulled back out. Would it count as a fuck when I finally pulled my cock out of her?

An embarrassing memory of my first time popped unbidden into my head. That time I'd filled a condom as soon as I'd achieved full penetration. Everyone there - several guys from the fraternity and the woman - said it was the quickest fuck they'd ever seen. But they'd called it a fuck! Was this time really so different? Of course Mary had been on top, not on the bottom. Also, this time I hadn't worn a condom. And I hadn't ejaculated until after she'd begun to climax. So what made this time anything other than another quick fuck?

Mary interrupted my contemplation. "Hey! Wacha thinking?" She had slowly lifted her head from my chest, and now she was looking at my face. "Your eyes were closed, but I could see your eyeballs moving around, under the lids. And you were smiling. Were you thinking about what we just did? I know I was!"

I looked into Mary's eyes. Every woman who's had a powerful orgasm has the look that was on her face. And we'd done it together! I felt a sudden twinge of regret that we were only having a one-night stand. One night with her wasn't going to be enough!

"I'd kiss you, but that would probably disengage us. I like the way it feels. You know, with my cock inside you."

Mary gave my cock another squeeze. "Me too. It's a perfect, snug fit! It fills me perfectly! But we can't stay like this forever. Besides, you didn't tell me what you were thinking about!"

I shared my speculation about whether or not we'd really fucked, leaving out the details of my first time with that woman in the fraternity. Mary wrinkled her brow, rolled her eyes like she was thinking deep thoughts, then proclaimed, "No. Absolutely not. I've been fucked before, and whatever we did, it wasn't that. This was way better than any fuck I've ever had!" She grinned at me. "Satisfied? Hey, we can fuck in a few minutes and compare the two. Maybe then we'll know what to call it!"

Mary put her head back down on my chest and hugged me. Suddenly she giggled. "I've never done it so fast! And we both had great ones! And together! Too bad I can't ever talk to Rachel about it, but I'll bet we've already had better sex than she'n B.T. tonight!" Mary was suddenly silent, probably remembering her recent romantic breakup. I gently caressed her behind with one hand and teased a breast with the other. Whatever her thoughts were, they made her tense, but my touch quickly got her to relax.

Mary leaned up on her arms and grinned at me. "You're not supposed to be this good! Even if what Rachel told me isn't true - and knowing Rachel, well, she might have been stringing me along! But even so, what we just did came as a real surprise! And she wasn't kidding about the way it feels when you squirt! Woo-eee!"

Mary's breasts were dangling because of the way she was holding herself upright. I reached down and gently pinched her sweat-moistened nipples. I tightened my groin muscles, and I felt my fully-erect cock swell inside Mary. She felt it too. "Okay, enough of that!" she announced. "We've gotta wipe up the mess we made and blot the worst of it off the sheets or we won't be able to sleep here tonight. And we are going to get some sleep, I hope!"

Before I could suggest moving to my room, Mary slid herself up my body, slowly pulling my cock out of her. I felt a wave of liquid splash against my abdomen as my cockhead came out of her with a juicy pop. "Oops!" Mary muttered as she cupped her right hand between her legs. "Try to keep that off the bed, okay? I'll be right back with a towel."

Although slightly unsteady on her feet, Mary hurried into the bathroom with her hand tightly pressed against her pussy. I heard the sound of running water, and a few seconds later she came back out with a moistened towel. She dropped it on the small pond of juices that I was barely keeping on my stomach with my hands. "We waited too long!" she announced. "Don't get up until I get another towel."

Another towel and a lot of blotting later, Mary declared the sheet clean enough to sleep on. "But first we need to shower," she said. "We're both really sticky." She giggled.

"And getting stickier," I replied, pointing at her thighs. There were two trails of my cum slowly working their way down her legs.

Mary looked down and chuckled. "I should have known! After all, I saw how much you left in that napkin." She paused, then shook her head. "Since I didn't believe Rachel, I wasn't expecting the way your squirts of cum would keep sending me over the top! If I drained it all outa you, I'm gonna be really disappointed!" Her repeated comments about my squirts did wonders for my ego! Apparently that was something special!

We both drank several glasses of water. "I've been thirsty after sex before," Mary said with a laugh. "But this time I think I'm bordering on dehydration!" She giggled, and we kissed.

Mary handed me a plastic-sealed package containing a toothbrush, paste, floss, comb, and a few other things. "This morning I called down to the desk and told them I'd forgotten mine," she said. "I also asked for more towels. Aren't you glad I did?"

We took turns spitting into the sink as we scrubbed our teeth. I couldn't help laughing. "What?" Mary asked.

"I was enjoying watching the way your boobs bounce and jiggle as you brush your teeth," I replied. "If I shared a bathroom with you every day, I'd make you clean your teeth until you wore them out!"

Mary pulled her shoulders back and deliberately wiggled her breasts again. "I said you were a tit man," she giggled. "And the way your flute is waving up and down proves it!"

"Well, I'm crazy about your tits, Mary!" She smiled, and we shared a long, deep kiss. I caressed her breasts, and she held my sticky cock and balls as our tongues played touch-and-hide games in our mouths.

Even though we still hadn't agreed that what we'd done was fucking, Mary clearly had a well-fucked look on her face as we shared the shower. She made appreciative sounds when I gently cleaned her pussy. She was amused at the way I played with her pubic hair. My cock had remained firm, and when she carefully cleaned it I felt pressure building inside, around my prostate. Adding to my excitement were the nonstop kisses and caresses as we groped each other's wet and slippery bodies.

Mary responded enthusiastically when I began sliding two fingers in and out of her, and I couldn't endure the sexual pressure any longer. I pulled my fingers out of her, positioned her right foot on the side of the shower/tub, and held her against the hard, tiled wall. With her pussy in this upraised and exposed position, I barely had to squat in order to align my shaft with her vagina. I easily pushed the head of my cock inside her, and as I straightened my legs, my entire cock entered her.

Mary had a surprised look on her face, but it quickly changed to one of lust and passion. "How'd you know this is what I wanted?" she asked, smiling. I didn't tell her that I'd been reacting to the way she responded. I wasn't sure what I should do, so I did what excited her.

The abstract question concerning whether or not we had fucked each other was immediately put to rest. We rocked our hips forward and back, alternately pulling my cock several inches out of Mary, then shoving it completely in. As our pace increased, so did the force of my thrusts, and the pressure building deep inside my groin became a burning heat. I was desperate for release, and I selfishly fucked Mary faster and faster without thinking about her feelings, only thinking about my own need to climax.

Any guilt I probably should have felt disappeared. The motion of my thrusts caused Mary's foot to slip off the edge of the tub, violently slamming my cock inside her. My legs were several inches longer than hers, and I unexpectedly found myself holding up her entire weight with my cock. She found her impalement to be incredibly erotic, and her climax quickly built. But her weight bearing down on the base of my cock caused me abrupt, intense pain.

That pain yanked me back from my own climax. Even though I immediately grabbed her behind and supported Mary's weight with my arms, my excitement was no longer in time with hers. I continued to fuck her by lifting her behind with my hands and by thrusting forward and back with my hips, but she was beginning to peak and I was still climbing. I moved as fast as I could, in, out, in out, in out . . . 

I was almost there when Mary's orgasm consumed her, and it was difficult to keep from falling as she writhed and twisted around my cock. I had to concentrate in order to remain upright, and that prevented me from sharing her climax. She yelled nonsense words. Her vagina squeezed my cock again and again, but her uncontrollable hip and leg movements caused her to slip from my grasp. Before I could get my hands back under her behind, her weight bearing down on my shaft was again extremely painful.

My cock remained stiff and inside Mary's body, but I stopped fucking her. I held her firmly against my body as her movements gradually slowed down. Finally she wrapped her trembling legs around my waist, and I held her against the wall as her breathing and heartbeat began to slow. After a couple of minutes, she gave my cock a deliberate and firm squeeze with her vagina.

"What happened," Mary gasped. "You didn't . . . get off with me."

I kissed Mary and explained what had stopped my climax. "I didn't injure your flute, did I?" she asked, her tone both concerned and loving. I assured her that the pain had been fleeting, and didn't appear to have done any permanent damage. I rocked my hips, sliding my cock in and out of her to demonstrate. She reached between us and caressed my balls. They were pulled up tight against my shaft, and I could feel them beginning to ache and throb.

"God! I can't leave you like this!" Mary exclaimed. "Let me down! I know how to take care of you!"

I squatted down. As Mary regained her footing, I pulled myself out of her, once again with an audible pop. "We're too wet for the bed, and I don't want to take the time to dry off," she said. "But we can do it here."

Mary stopped the shower, climbed out of the tub, then leaned forward over the vanity. Water dripped off her body forming a large pool on the floor. Between her legs I could see her fuzzy blonde pubes on each side of her pink inner labia. Her vagina was still gaping open. "C'mon! Fuck me!" she demanded. Sex with Mary was becoming increasingly educational. I'd showered with naked women, but I'd never before fucked standing up. I'd also only had sex face-to-face, but that was obviously going to change.

Still dripping wet I climbed out of the tub and approached Mary from behind. I lined up my cock, then pushed it completely inside her with one long thrust. Although the fit was still perfect, her vagina felt completely different from this angle, and I paused to enjoy the unfamiliar sensations. Her hip movements left no doubt what she wanted me to do, and I obeyed her wishes.

I slowly pulled most of the way out of Mary, then thrust back in. I was in no hurry. The ache in my balls had mostly diminished, and I wanted to savor the incredible sensations radiating from my cock. Once again I payed careful attention to her responses and I used my flute to explore as much of her case as I could. As I'd done at the Stage Three beer bust, I repeated those things that brought her pleasure and avoided doing those that did not.

Weeks earlier I'd learned a few things by paying attention to Rachel's reactions, but I discovered even more with Mary. I quickly learned to be gentle around her cervix, though I didn't completely avoid it. There was a magical spot on the front of her vagina that was directly beneath her clitoris, and rubbing the head of my cock over that spot produced sounds of intense pleasure from her. As I explored her vagina, I returned frequently to that spot, and her arousal grew each time.




Wedding Games Ch. 02



The head of my cock rubbed Mary's spot when my cock was about halfway inside her, so I only thrust fully inside her on about every tenth thrust. That combination of mostly short thrusts, followed by one or two long thrusts, made her grunt and moan loudly, so I continued that pattern, varying it slightly. I recalled that I'd done something similar with Rachel at the Stage Three beer bust. I might be a rookie at making love, but I was having a heck of a good time discovering what women liked!

Because of the difference in our heights, I'd squatted in order for my cock to line up with Mary's vagina. My legs began to tire, and I slowly stood up, pressing the head of my cock more firmly against the magical spot as I did so. I was on the out-stroke when she suddenly groaned, then jerked her hips. "I didn't mean to hurt you!" I exclaimed.

Before I could offer my tired-leg excuse, Mary interrupted me. "You didn't," she gasped. "When I'm turned on, that place is really sensitive. Slide back in and . . . OH! That's it!" This time her vagina clamped down hard, and it made the in-stroke even better. She shuddered as I pushed against her squeezing until we were completely joined and her clitoris was also being stimulated.

After several short in-and-out strokes, I could feel Mary trying to get me to fuck her faster. I teased her, going fast, then slowing down, then speeding up again. I could feel her vagina spasm each time I rubbed over her spot, and several times I held my cock directly against it, rubbing it quickly back and forth. "For God's sake! Stop playing around! You're killing me! All I need is a push to go over the edge!"

As much as I enjoyed controlling the pace of Mary's vaginal squeezes, my ejaculation was quickly approaching, and I couldn't hold back. I began doing long and deep in-and- out strokes, moving faster and faster as my release approached. "Oh fuck! Fuck yes! That's it! Yes!" she yelled before she inhaled loudly and held her breath.

I'm not certain, but I believe Mary's climax preceded my own. It really doesn't matter. All at once she screamed loudly, again and again. I found myself holding my hips firmly against her behind, ejaculating repeatedly as her vagina convulsed, milking the cum from my cock. My legs began to tremble, and hers jerked and shook. I pulled her hips back against mine to hold us together, and somehow I managed to sit down on the floor of the bathroom with her in my lap, my cock still inside her trembling body.

I leaned back against the side of the tub, and I reached around Mary's body and cupped her breasts. Her nipples were hypersensitive, and she told me to be more gentle. I was, vowing to remember that sensitivity in the future. She twisted around and leaned her head back and we kissed, both of us struggling to breathe, our bodies linked together as only lovers can be. We sat in a huge puddle of water on the floor of the bathroom, savoring the moment.

We didn't speak. After several minutes my limp cock slipped out of her. Using towels we mopped up the water and sexual drippings on the floor as best we could, then dried each other off. Mary's legs were so weak she had difficulty standing and the big muscles in my own legs were beginning to cramp, but we managed. We returned to the bedroom, stumbling as we clung to each other. We were both totally wiped out, and it was clearly time to take a break from fucking - and rest.

I practically fell into the bed, pulling Mary with me. She surprised me. "Wait!" was all she said as she went down on me. My cock was still coated with sex fluids from both of us, but she clearly didn't care. Mary's mouth, tongue, and finger stimulation soon had my cock rising. When it was again completely stiff, she announced, "Now it's ready."

I wasn't sure what Mary wanted to do, and so I simply followed her lead. She rolled me over onto my side, then spooned with me, pressing her behind against my abdomen. She lifted her leg, and guided my cock back inside her hot wetness. I started to gently thrust my hips forward and back, but she stopped me. "Later. Right now I want to rest with you inside me." Still facing away from me, she giggled. "Well, that's one question answered! I guess you can do it more than three times a night!"

Mary twisted her torso back, and we shared a quick pussy-flavored kiss before she lay back on her side. "I've never felt so completely wiped out after fucking a guy!" she said, chuckling softly. "Good thing we didn't do this last night! You'd have had to carry me down the aisle!"

We shared another pussy-flavored kiss. "I guess Rachel wasn't lying. I feel like I just ran a marathon!" Mary whispered. I gently pushed my cock deeper inside her. "Now stop that! I really need to sleep for a couple of hours!"

Mary pulled my upper arm across her body and pressed my hand firmly against her breasts. A flood of wonderful emotions swept through me as I fell asleep, my softening cock still inside her. My last conscious thoughts were questions. Had we fucked that first time? Or had we made love? I decided the answer could wait until later, and my breathing matched hers as I let myself relax completely.

~~~~~

Something woke me. It was still dark, and for a moment I didn't remember where I was. Then I felt Mary's body half on top of mine, and memory returned. I had rolled over and was now lying on my back, and she was lying against my right side, with her head on my right arm, and with her right leg on top of mine. Her right hand was loosely clutching my genitals. I could feel her breasts against my chest, and my cock began to rise as I slowly drifted back into sleep. I couldn't help smiling, knowing that we were still holding each other even after we'd moved in our sleep.

A little later I awoke again when I felt the bed move as Mary got off of me to go to the bathroom. Shortly after I heard the toilet flush, she came back to bed, and I got up to make my own bathroom trip. I stepped on one of the discarded studs from my tux shirt, and the unexpected pain caused me to yelp. I stumbled, only to step on another stud with similar results. Mary giggled as I cursed, picked them up, and dropped them on the dresser. "I was in a hurry to get you stripped," she said, "but if I'd known how funny your bare ass would look as you bent over, I'd have left them there anyway!"

The fact that I'd amused Mary immediately took most of the sting of embarrassment from my unpleasant experience, and then I realized how much I'd actually enjoyed pleasing her, even if doing so had come at my expense. I drained my bladder, then surprised myself by rinsing the tip of my dork in the sink in order to remove any lingering drops of urine. I was barely awake and still in a near-dream state of mind, but I still wondered what had made me do so. I left the sticky remnants of our sexual activity on my shaft and pubes, so cleanliness certainly wasn't my motive.

I shuffled back to Mary, carefully avoiding stepping on any additional hard objects on the rug. "Lie on your back," she demanded sleepily when I crawled back into bed. I only stared at her naked body for a couple of seconds before I complied. She straddled my thighs, then lowered herself so that she was lying on top of me, her legs wide apart. I expected her to join my flute and her case, but I was wrong.

I could feel Mary's pubic hair against the top of my cock and both of her breasts against my lower chest, and once again my cock stiffened. She wiggled her hips so that it was pressing along the length of her slit. "Nice," she whispered. "I'd like us to be connected so we could fuck again, but I really need more rest. You sucked more energy out of me than I thought was possible!" she whispered with a giggle before her breathing again became slow and regular. I was trying to figure out how I could slide my cock into her without waking her up when I fell asleep again.

It must have been close to dawn when I felt Mary stirring as she adjusted her position. She was still lying on top of me, and my eyes flowed down her bare back, to the indentation of her waist, and then to the twin mounds of her behind. My morning woodie stuck straight up in the valley between them, like a tower between two hills. I slowly dragged the backs of my fingernails down her backside and onto her behind, then caressed her with my fingertips up to her neck. My fingers were on their third trip back up her body when she mumbled something unintelligible against my chest. "What?" I asked.

Mary lifted her head. "I asked if you provide all your bedmates with this treatment."

"You like?"

"Mmmmm! Of course I like! But you didn't answer my question."

"I guess I'd have to say . . . "

Mary lifted her head again and looked at me. "What?" she asked, playfully mimicking my earlier question.

I stared at her almost-dangling breasts, then lifted my eyes to hers. "Of course," I replied. Then, after a few seconds, I added, "Since you're the first."

Mary raised herself higher, and her now-dangling breasts swayed delightfully, her nipples just grazing my chest. "You're not a virgin! So . . ."

"No, but I've never shared a bed before. Before you. Sleeping afterwards, I mean."

"Not even with Rachel? Didn't you and B.T. sleep with her? Together?"

"No. She slept with B.T. We both fucked her, and I was there in the room sleeping afterwards. Just not, you know, sleeping with her."

I saw tears welling up in Mary's eyes, but she didn't really cry. "What's wrong?" I asked.

Mary blinked several times to get rid of her tears. "You're only the third guy I've waked up with. And you've been so gentle and loving." She blinked several times again. More tears formed, only this time they ran down her cheeks. Her voice came out as a choked whisper. "The jerk liked to spank my behind or pinch my nipples till they hurt to wake me up. Or he'd just shove his cock in and start fucking. You're not like that at alll!"

Mary had called him a jerk the night before, and I couldn't have agreed with her more. How could any man treat this lovely woman that way? I pressed her head down against my chest and hugged her. Her tears moistened my skin as she cried for a minute or so.

"With you it's so different," Mary whispered softly. "I've never felt it like this before. Waking up, I mean. With a man who is so gentle and loving." She paused to gather her thoughts. I observed that she'd made a gentle-and-loving comment twice, and I knew I'd just learned something important about making love.

"After what Rachel said, I thought you were going to be nothing by a guy with a stiff cock," Mary whispered. "She has no idea what she missed by sleeping with B.T. and not you. You're young and inexperienced, all right. I can sometimes tell. But Rachel was right, too. You're a wonderful lover even so. And I love . . . having you hold me like this."

When I felt Mary relax again, I resumed my gentle stroking up and down her back. "How bout we clean up, then enjoy a classical flute recital after breakfast?" I asked.

Mary looked up and grinned. "We haven't done it that way, have we?" She understood, without further explanation, what classical' meant. She climbed off me and stood next to the bed. "Let's clean up quick and then I want to find out how well your flute can play a sonata!"

"How about a symphony instead? They last longer!"

"I'll bet you have to quit after the first movement!"

In mock anger I playfully reached out to grab Mary's behind, and she hopped away from my hand, discovering yet another stud on the rug. "Ow! Ow! Ow!" she muttered. I had a profile view of her body as she bent down and picked it up. She dropped it on the dresser beside the ones I'd picked up earlier. She looked at me and grinned. My cock was fully, proudly erect again. "Looks like you're up for it, stud!"

Cleaning our teeth was another amusing and erotic interlude, complete with toothpaste kisses, giggles, and gropes. Mary rinsed her mouth, then stepped into the shower. I joined her, of course. We were both eager to get back to bed, and we hurried to get each other cleaned up.

Mary hopped out of the shower-tub before I was finished. She quickly dried off, then darted back to the bedroom. When I turned off the shower and followed her after I dried off, I was greeted by an incredible sight. She was spread-eagled on the bed, arms over her head, legs wide apart. I left the bathroom door half open, giving me plenty of light to see her.

"Isn't this the classical position for your flute?" Mary inquired, giggling.

There was a lump in my throat. and I was unable to speak. Images of a handful of other naked women at the beer bust, Rachel in particular, who had been similarly posed, appeared in my head. But this was completely different. Mary's erotic pose, completely yielding herself to me, tugged and pulled at emotions and feelings deep inside me. I wanted to fuck her, but more than that I wanted her to really enjoy fucking me, too. I wanted to be her lover, not just her fuck-buddy for one night. But would that violate our agreement? Would that still be nothing but purely physical sex?

I stood at the foot of the bed and stared at every inch of Mary's fully-exposed body, committing every detail to memory. I could hear my heart pounding. I'd never felt anything like the passion that was making it hard for me to breathe.  Bewitched' is perhaps the best word to describe my memory of that moment. I was completely, totally, captivated by her. In that moment I knew I could never have pure, physical sex with her - no matter what I'd agreed to do.

I continued to gaze upon the body of the woman who had captured much more than my lust. Perhaps Mary would be able to detach her emotions sufficiently that she could have uncomplicated, physical sex with me. But I couldn't do the same with her. Even casual touches, let alone sexual ones, would be transmitting unspoken feelings of deep affection. I was most likely falling in love with her. I wondered if it showed on my face.

Mary was looking at me, and I saw a momentary flicker of concern in her eyes. She abruptly pulled her feet closer to her hips, raised her knees, arched her back, and thrust her unprotected, completely vulnerable pussy toward me. Without any words being spoken, I knew she wanted me to make love to her, not to merely fuck her. The lust- filled atmosphere in the room had changed for her, too.

Mary pushed a pillow under her behind. "I think the audience needs to be warmed up before you do your solo," she said in a deep, husky voice.

"I don't do solos with you," I replied as I placed my head between her thighs. In my closeup view of her pussy I saw her labia tremble, and I knew I was preparing to do exactly what she hoped I would. "We're going to perform a one-flute duet as soon as you're really warmed up," I answered. "You're not the audience. WE'RE the audience. You for me and I for you. One flute. One case. Performers and audience joined together as one. Making music together."

Mary gave me a huge grin. "Boy, is that every romantic! You keep surprising me! But can you live up to your sexy words?"

"If you can stand the smell, eat pussy like her cunt's the dessert and the rest of her body is the main meal." That had been the basic muff-diving advice I'd received from my fraternity brothers, and given my complete lack of experience, I decided to take it. It proved to be a wise choice.

I moved my face closer to Mary's pussy, then blew gently on it. She shivered. "Ew, that's cold!" she muttered. That was hardly surprising given how wet she was, particularly there.

I inhaled deeply, savoring her aroma. As I did so I felt sudden tightness in my groin. Yes, I could certainly stand the smell! "Let me see if I can figure out how to warm you up properly," I replied.

I decided that the rest of her body' was everything between her waist and knees, and I began by tongue-kissing Mary's navel. She complained that it tickled, but she didn't ask me to stop. I kissed my way down the front of her left leg to her knee, then came back up the inside of her thigh. Just before I reached her pussy, I crossed over to her right leg. Down to her knee I kissed, then back up to her navel. This time she gasped, but said nothing about being tickled.

I slowly made another circuit in the opposite direction, ending with tongue and suction kisses on Mary's bellybutton. Her reaction prompted a terrible pun to pop into my head - one which I wisely left unsaid. She was truly writhing to the occasion'.

Mary grabbed my head with both hands and pushed it firmly toward her pussy. I resisted, pausing when my lips reached the top of her pubic curls. Several times I licked and kissed back and forth across her abdomen, moving from the beginning of one leg to the other. She spread her legs even wider apart and pushed my head lower, directly toward her slit.

Mary locked her fingers in my hair and tried to force my face to her sexual center, but I twisted my face to the side and dragged my tongue down the border of her outer lips and her left leg. Just before I reached her anus I crossed over and did the same on her right side. Hers was the first pussy I'd ever examined so closely, and in spite of the throbbing in my cock, I didn't want to hurry. I stared at the way her pussy responded as I repeatedly followed the same V pattern, down one side to her anus, then up the other.

Mary groaned. She tightened her groin muscles, and her vagina clamped shut for a moment. When she relaxed, I saw a drop of her nearly clear, pale white fluid come out. My nose was almost touching her inner labia, and I'd been inhaling her scent for several minutes. It was not a conscious decision to stick out my tongue and lap up her droplet of honey, but judging from her reaction, it was obviously the correct thing to do.

I'd already tasted Mary's juices on my fingers and her lips, but this was far, far better. Seconds after I licked up the first drop, a little stream of fluid came out of her. I eagerly lapped it up, running my tongue up and down the entire length of her inner lips. Her hands pressed my face firmly against her pussy, and she locked her thighs around my head, blocking my ears. I couldn't hear what she was saying, I could barely breathe, but I could feel her responses through my lips and tongue.

Mary lifted her legs and pulled my mouth higher. I felt her body jump as my tongue flicked over her protruding clitoris. I experimented for perhaps ten seconds, trying to decide what she liked best. Then I sucked hard, pulling her clitoris partway inside my mouth, and I pressed my tongue firmly against it. My efforts were rewarded by her body-shaking, toe-curling, bed-clutching climax. I licked and kissed her pussy as her pleasure rose and fell in waves.

Mary's thighs finally released my head, uncovering my ears, and I heard her say she was so sensitive that I had to stop. As her thighs parted, so did her vagina. I pushed my tongue inside her as far as it would go, and I eagerly licked up her fresh juice.  I rubbed my nose against her clitoris, and she grabbed my hair and pulled my face away from her pussy.

"Stop! You've got to stop!" Mary cried. She thrust her left hand between her legs, clamped her thighs together, and rolled onto her left side. I leaned over her, watching everything she did.

Mary's eyes were tightly shut, putting a look of extreme pain on her face. Every few seconds her hand moved between her legs, and she moaned. Her entire body sparkled with fresh perspiration. I saw muscles in her thighs twitch several times. In my mind I wondered if I'd caused her pain, but deep inside my core I knew I'd done the exact opposite.

Mary's sudden deep breaths revealed that she'd been holding her breath. I watched the tension in her legs relax. When she rolled onto her back, I crawled up her body and kissed her, my mouth still dripping with her juice. She pulled her hand from between her legs and took hold of my balls. She gave them a gentle squeeze, and I groaned. She smiled up at me.




Wedding Games Ch. 02



"I had to . . . make you stop," Mary gasped. "I couldn't . . . breathe. I was . . . so overwhelmed . . . that I got dizzy. But you . . . wouldn't stop!" I looked into her eyes and I felt her fingers lovingly massaging my balls, and I knew my first experience with muff-diving had been a success. Well, it helps to have the right partner, doesn't it?

We kissed for a couple of minutes before Mary pushed us apart, then held me there. "I told you. My love juice tastes better fresh from the source. Especially on your lips!" She grabbed my head with her free hand and pulled our open mouths together again. Her other hand rubbed and caressed my cock and balls. Our kiss lasted a long time.

"I've never had a guy do that before," Mary said when our mouths finally separated. "Kiss and tongue my pubes like that, I mean. I know you got a coupla hairs caught in your teeth, but it didn't slow you down a bit! I don't know who taught you to do that - and I doubt it was Rachel! But it's so . . . so sweet and loving that it made my heart skip a beat when you did it!"

"It was special for you, Mary," I replied with complete honesty. "I've never done that with any other woman. I felt . . . a special closeness that I wanted to share. But only with you. And what part of you is more special than your case?"

Mary gave me a sudden, passionate kiss. "I can't believe how you know exactly the right things to say! And do! It's like we've been making love for years and years, not a few hours!" she said before she kissed me again. That kiss evolved into a lot of gentle moans and groans as well as kisses all over each of our faces.

Mary's stomach made a loud growl, and she giggled as she pulled her mouth away from mine. "It's after 6:00 and Room Service is open. Let's order. I gotta get some food in me or I'll probably pass out the next time your flute plays! What do you want to eat?" she asked.

I was tempted to tell her that I'd like to eat her pussy again! "We could order from my room," I replied. "I don't want . . . you know . . . to hurt your reputation. I mean, you used to live here, and . . . "

Mary was abruptly angry. "Yes, I did! And my folks still live in this shitty little Peyton Place! Didn't you wonder why I got a room in the hotel? Why I didn't stay with them?"

I'd assumed that her parents had moved away, assuming they were still alive, but I didn't want to say that. "Hey, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to get you upset, and it's none of my business, but . . . "

Mary cut me off. "Somebody told my folks what the guys were saying! About me and Rachel! When I told them that two different guys had fucked me on the same night, they called me a slut! A tramp!" Mary wailed, tears abruptly bursting from her eyes. "They didn't . . . They didn't believe that I'd been raped. They . . . They . . . They said I'd asked for it by getting undressed in front of them. They said it was all my fault!"

Mary dissolved into tears. I wrapped my arms around her and picked her up. I lay back on the bed and held and cuddled her on top of me as I tried to think of something to say. Words failed me completely.

Perhaps five minutes later Mary sniffed several times, then kissed me. "Thanks, Don. I didn't mean to unload on you like that. It's just . . . Well, I don't have a reputation to protect in this town. If my puh . . . puh . . . parents find out that I've had a man in my room, it'll just confirm what they already believe about me." She began to sob.

Once again I didn't know what to say, and I caressed Mary and told her everything would be okay. But I didn't really believe it ever would be, not here, not with her relationship with her parents. She had been betrayed by so many different people - the date and his friend who had raped her, her parents, and her recent live-in lover. And these were only the ones I'd heard about. Were there others? I silently held and caressed her for at least a quarter of an hour after she stopped crying.

I also thought I understood why Mary could never maintain a long-term relationship with me. If I eventually became a professor, I'd be too much like her father - a man who thought she was a tramp. After what she'd said about her parents' reaction if they heard she'd had a man in her room, I suspected their relationship with her was in the toilet. Some psychological hurdles are too difficult to get over, but for a few more hours I could show her that all academic types aren't like her father.

Finally she lifted her head and stared into my eyes. "Hey! I've wasted enough time on that sad old story!" she said. "And I'm still hungry! Must be all that exercise, right? All that flute playing!"

I couldn't help smiling, and Mary grinned and kissed me. "Gotta be the fault of the flute and not the flautist!" I answered. "Except I'm not hungry; I'm practically starved!"

Mary kissed me again, and then she scrambled out of bed and found the room service menu. As she leaned over the desk to read it, I moved up behind her. I pressed my cock between the cheeks of her behind and reached around her chest and lifted her breasts and rubbed them gently. She moaned. "How am I supposed to . . . Oh shit! You're . . . "

I'd squatted down behind Mary, and my cock had slipped easily into her tight, slippery wetness as I held her against the desk. I felt her vagina squeeze several times as she moaned. "Be still!" she ordered. "I can't read with you doing that!"

I ignored her. I pressed my cock as far inside Mary as it would go, then held it there. We were both breathing hard, again. I glanced down at the menu as I gently pinched and pulled on her nipples. "Order me a Number Four. With extra syrup," I whispered into her ear as I rubbed my tongue across it.

My tongue in her ear made Mary shiver, and I felt her pussy give my cock another firm squeeze. "Extra syrup?" she asked.

"Better than jelly," I replied.

"Oh, you naughty, naughty boy! Are you really going to . . . Yes, I guess you are!"

There was a phone on the desk, and Mary placed our breakfast order. I slowly fucked her from behind as she did so, and it both pleased and amused me that she had trouble making herself be understood. "You horny bastard!" she muttered as she hung up the phone and twisted herself away from me. My cock came out of her with a loud pop. "Our food'll be here in twenty minutes or so, so we don't have time for more of that!  We've gotta get cleaned up a little, all right?"

We shared a quick - although sexy - shower, then dried each other off. Mary pulled the bed covers up, concealing the most obvious visual evidence of our sexual activities. She wrapped herself in a bathrobe. "When it gets here, you can wait in the bathroom if you want," she told me, a slight frown on her face.

I didn't know what was bothering her, but I shook my head. "Only if you want me out of sight," I replied. "I'm not ashamed of anything we've done, and I don't care who sees us together. It's up to you."

Mary's eyes were suddenly shiny, and she blinked, causing tears to run down both of her cheeks. She wiped her face with the sleeve of her robe and smiled at me. "You're really one hell of a nice guy, aren't you? Well, I'm not ashamed, either. So you can wait out here. And to hell what anyone thinks about us spending the night together! In bed! But I think you might want to cover that up!" She pointed toward my stiff cock and grinned.

I was so comfortable being naked with Mary that I'd forgotten I was completely bare! I barely had time to wrap a towel around my waist before there was a knock on the door. A female voice called out, "Room Service!"

I quickly sat down in a chair and crossed my legs, but my erection was still obvious under the towel and I didn't attempt to hide it. Mary unsnapped the chain, released the deadbolt, and opened the door. A young woman came in carrying a tray. I saw her nostrils flare as she glanced at me, and I realized she could smell the perfume of sex in the air. She gave a quick grin as her gaze dropped to the tented towel covering my groin.

Once the tray was on the table, the young woman uncovered everything. She repeatedly glanced at my crotch and grinned at me. Mary signed the receipt and handed it back to her. "Enjoy your breakfast," the girl said, her mouth now in a broad grin. She pointed to a small pitcher. "That's the extra syrup. If you need more, or if there's anything I can do to make your stay more pleasurable, please call and ask for Veronica."

A very amused Veronica departed, and Mary relocked the door. I untied her robe and pulled it off her as she did so. She tossed my towel onto a chair. She smashed her naked body against mine and hugged me. "Jeez! Talk about predatory bitches! She all but announced that she wanted some of the syrup action, too! And she couldn't keep her eyes off your body!  If there's anything I can do!' Wasn't that cute? Hell no, not while I'm here! I'm all the woman you need! And I'm not about to share you!"

Mary stroked my cock as she kissed me. Her possessive jealousy surprised me, but I wisely didn't comment on it. Even though we were supposedly enjoying a one-night affair, I could feel a lot of stuff running around in my emotions. Could she be rethinking her decision that I was too young for her to have as a permanent lover? Or that our career choices were incompatible? What was happening to us?

Following those thoughts to any kind of meaningful conclusion would have to wait until we'd eaten. We sat side-by-side, our naked thighs touching, and dug in. Mary had a single egg, over easy, with hash browns, toast, juice, and coffee. I had two eggs, sausage, bacon, hash browns, toast, juice, coffee - and a stack of pancakes. In minutes everything had been voraciously devoured, and all that remained was the extra pitcher of syrup.

Mary was openly surprised when I told her to lie on her stomach instead of her back, but she spread a couple of towels on the bed, then lay down as I had asked. The syrup had been heated, but had cooled until it was only warm and no longer hot. I dribbled a thin trail down her left arm from her left shoulders to the back of her left hand. Then I licked it up. Mary giggled. "I was expecting something a little more erotic," she muttered into the pillow.

I repeated the process on Mary's right arm, then on both of her legs. Finally I dripped a trail from her shoulders down her back to her behind. I pulled her legs apart, and I could see the syrup slowly approaching her anus.  She tightened her behind. "That tickles," she muttered.

I lapped up the syrup, beginning at Mary's shoulders. By the time I reached her behind, the trail of syrup had run between her cheeks, coated her puckered rosebud, and was beginning to coat her labia. I'd soaped and scrubbed her, and I wasn't worried about either the taste or the depravity of licking her ass. Besides, if I grossed her out a little, who cared? This was a one-time romp, wasn't it? And when would I get another chance to do this with a woman?

Mary's body became rigid as my tongue rubbed across her anus. I lapped up the syrup there, and she relaxed for a second or two when I finished. The tension returned to her body when I tongued up the syrup on her labia. When all I could taste was her pussy- honey, I pressed my tongue firmly against her crotch and slowly dragged it up between her cheeks. She really tightened up again as I passed her anus. This was the first - and only - thing I'd done that bothered her. I kissed both of her cheeks.

"Roll over," I ordered. "Time to do the front." She did so, and I dripped a trail of syrup down each of Mary's arms, then joined them together between her shoulders.

"You're so full of surprises!" Mary muttered. "I've never had anyone do that to my asshole! Lick it, I mean. I've always thought that Kiss my ass!' was a disgusting idea, but maybe it isn't. At least with you it isn't." She blushed deeply as she stared into my eyes. I could read arousal, concern, and some confusion there. Well, I knew exactly how she felt.

"Hey, it's okay!" I replied. "I've never done that before, either. But you were spotlessly clean. No bad taste. Just syrup. Do you want me to scrub my teeth again? Before I kiss you?"

Mary continued staring into my eyes. Her face was still bright red, but she shook her head from side to side. "No, it's just . . . new, that's all." She grabbed my head and held me as she kissed me. "There! That proves I'm not a prude! Here I thought I was so very sophisticated, because I had more experience than you, but you end up showing me . . . " She kissed me again without finishing that thought.

Whatever I'd showed Mary never got stated. The kiss lasted several minutes. When we finally broke apart, I continued the syrup seduction, beginning by dribbling it from one of her ankles to the other, up the front of each leg, connected at her navel. I took plenty of time licking it up. The momentary discomfort she'd felt when I licked her anus vanished, and I could smell her fresh pussy juice.

I finally coated Mary's breasts, one at a time, with syrup, then carefully and completely licked them clean. I probably spent ten or fifteen minutes doing so, and she was gasping and grunting before I was done. The scent of pussy was much stronger when I moved lower and dripped syrup onto her pussy, one drop at a time.

Mary shook her head slowly from left to right, her eyes never leaving mine. "No way," she said. "I've never been so ready to feel a cock . . . No, that's not what I mean. I need to feel YOUR cock - your FLUTE - inside me. Now! God! I never . . . I never expected you would make me feel like this!"

I was so sleep-deprived that everything had a dreamlike quality. Mary twisted back onto her back and lay spread-eagled as she'd been when I came out of the bathroom, only now her pubic hair was dark with her juices and her inner labia were swollen. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit, receiving a grunt from her each time it brushed against her clitoris. I pushed gently against her opening, and she lifted her hips from the bed and her pussy swallowed the head of my cock. My fatigue vanished, swept away by the sensations radiating from between my legs.

As Mary settled back onto the bed, I attempted to pull my cock's head out of her, but she clamped down, holding him firmly inside. "All the way. Slowly! In and out! This time I want to watch!" she whispered. I nodded my agreement, and she allowed my cock to escape. We both watched as my cock reentered Mary's tight wetness as slowly as I could do so, but it was only a matter of a few seconds until our pelvises pressed firmly together. Even though our previous two couplings had been accomplished with my cock rotated one-hundred-eighty degrees, it felt erotically comfortable to be connected together in this manner, with my entire cock gripped by her sexual organs.

Mary's firm wetness felt so wonderful, in fact, that I felt pressure building in my balls as her vagina squeezed my shaft several times. A few hours earlier I'd ejaculated under almost identical circumstances, but this time I wanted to further explore her mysterious interior before that happened. I started to slowly twist and turn from side to side, rubbing our bodies against each other, but she stopped me.  "I know you're excited," she whispered, "but please just don't move . . . for a little bit. I want to remember this moment."

Excited' was a gross understatement, but at least I didn't ejaculate! Mary was enough shorter than I was that it made it hard to kiss her mouth and still stay socketed inside her, but we managed. After several seconds she wrapped her arms around my back and crushed her breasts against me. Her heels rubbed up and down the backs of my legs for several seconds, then she wrapped her legs around my hips, holding me inside her. "C'mon! You're not going to crush me! Stop holding yourself up!"

I'd been supporting most of my weight on my arms so that Mary could breathe easily, but I immediately did as she ordered. She took long, deep breaths, and I began to synchronize my breathing with hers. I didn't know what to do with my hands, so I rubbed the sides of her breasts. Her nipples were too tightly pressed between us for me to reach with my fingers. She squeezed my cock with her pussy, and I tightened my groin muscles to make my cock swell.

In addition to being locked together below the waist, we were now breathing together. We were so tightly connected together that I began to imagine that we were sharing each other's bodies, almost as if we were a single individual. Our breathing was precisely synchronized without any effort on my part.

I'd been aware of both of our hearts beating hard, but then something almost magical happened. My heart gradually changed tempo, and the beats of my heart converged to hers. I felt a pounding throbbing everywhere our bodies touched as our hearts beat together, lub-dub, lub-dub. I stopped moving my hands, and I pressed my lower arms against the sides of Mary's chest so that we could share as much skin contact as possible.

Lub-dub. Lub-dub. The sensations radiating from our interconnected sexual organs were no more carnal than those spreading out from every square inch of contact between our bodies. Lub-dub. Lub-dub. Mary clamped down on my cock with her pussy, sending an erotic shock-wave into my body from hers, but spread out across my body. Lub-dub. Lub-dub. I made my cock expand, and I felt the reciprocal wave enter her. Lub-dub. Lub-dub. The feeling that we were but a single being intensified, illogical as that idea clearly was.

After only a precious few minutes our breathing and heartbeats lost their synchrony. Abruptly I felt profoundly sad when it ended, and I found that I couldn't restore it. The dream-like state I'd experienced before was immediately replaced by an overwhelmingly intense desire to mate with Mary. But before I could examine my own feelings and thoughts, I realized she was crying. I lifted my weight from her body and stared at the tears on her cheeks.

"Mary, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you! What did I . . . "

"Shoosh! Don't be silly! You didn't do anything. It was just . . . "

Mary paused, and I watched more tears break free from her eyes. I watched them run down the sides of her face, into her hair. I kissed her forehead, momentarily surprised how sweaty it was, and wisely waited for her to continue.

"I feel so happy! But sad, too. It's just too fast! Too sudden!"

"What is?" I asked as I kissed and nuzzled Mary's hair.

"You! Us! I've only known you for what - less than two days? And what we just did? I've never felt so close to anyone before! I never intended for this to happen to us!"

"What's sad about that?"

"Not that! It's just that I wasted so much time with . . . him. Even when we made love we never connected the way we just did. Not once."

Again I wisely said nothing. Instead I pressed myself down against Mary, not with my whole weight, but firmly. Several minutes later Mary tapped me on the shoulder, and I propped myself up on my elbows. She took several long breaths, then kissed my nipples. She slowly unwrapped her legs from my waist, then grinned up at me. "Wow! I'm ready for the first movement of our classical symphony. Are you?"

"I thought our warmup turned into the first movement," I replied. I was scrambling for a little time. Even without sliding in and out of Mary's pussy, the extreme intimacy of what we were doing had almost gotten me off. I could feel that she was close, too, but I didn't say anything.

Mary gave me a wicked grin. "Nope! Your tongue isn't your flute, so that wasn't part of a symphony. It was great alternative music, but not classical. Besides, isn't the first movement supposed to be fast?" She gave my cock another firm squeeze with her vagina.

I had to laugh. Well, Mary had a point. "So how do we tell when the first movement is over?" As I was talking, her pussy squeezed my cock again. I felt an after-tremble ripple through her body, and she closed her mouth, barely suppressing a gasping moan. She truly was almost as close as I was!




Wedding Games Ch. 02



"Don't worry about when each movement ends and another begins," Mary replied. "We can figure that out when the entire symphony is done. When your flute stops playing." Was she trying to hide her level of arousal from me, in spite of our intimate joining?

"That's not going to take long," I replied. I'm about three strokes from exploding!"

"So we'll call this one another warmup," Mary said, then grinned at me. "So do it real slow. I'm almost there, too. An' I want to watch!" My heart skipped a beat. She was playing with me, but she wasn't hiding anything. And we were obviously playing from the same sheet of music.

Mary's eyes sparkled as we both watched my cock slowly come out of her. I had to pull against the pressure she applied, magnifying the sensations as my juice-coated shaft slowly appeared. Her vagina gripped the head of my cock, preventing it from coming out. I paused, savoring the effect she was producing by her firm contact with that sensitive region. As intensely erotic as it was, I realized I could still control myself - but only barely.

Mary clamped down again as I so very slowly pushed back inside her. A ring of her pussy juice formed around my shaft, and it grew larger as I slowly went deeper. I was almost all the way in when the growing ring of fluid abruptly overflowed, disappearing as it ran between her legs, over her anus, and onto the bed. She gasped and moaned with the unexpected sensations.

I crushed our pubic hair between us as tightly as I could, and I slowly twisted back and forth, mirroring the movement Mary had used during our first time. I could feel the head of my cock exploring her innermost tissues as she tensed, probably as the consequence of the pressure on her clitoris. I glanced at her face. Her eyes were tightly clamped shut and her mouth was open, validating how excited she was.

When Mary reopened her eyes, I once again slowly extracted my flute from her tightly- gripping case. She seized the head of my cock even more forcefully than before, and we watched together as I slowly joined our bodies together again. There was less of a ring of fluid this time, but it still overflowed as it had done before.

As I slowly twisted inside Mary, I could feel the firmness of her womb pressing against my cock. I'd been aware of it before, but now it had become an active participant in our activities. With her eyes squeezed shut, her face reflected the building intensity she was feeling. Her eyes popped open as I once again began to slowly extract my cock from her vagina. She was no longer entirely In control of the pulses of pressure that I could feel around my cock, and I could feel my own control slipping away.

After my third slow insertion and twisting, I gave up trying to control my reactions and abandoned myself to the pleasure. We both almost came. The fourth insertion carried us even higher, far higher than I'd ever felt myself go without ejaculating. Slowly out, pause, slowly back in. Twist forcefully from side to side, pause, then slowly out again. The sensations built, seemingly unable to find release.

Mary's deliberate squeezes around my cock changed into an irregular sequence of involuntary squeezes, slowly increasing in number and intensity. We were both gasping for breath and our hearts were pounding as we stared at my glistening cock going in and out of her. We were covered with fresh sweat. Five, then six. The excitement continued to build.

I was on thrust seven, inside Mary and rubbing against her clitoris. Her vagina began to squeeze my cock faster and faster, only this time the squeezes didn't stop. I couldn't seem to suck in enough oxygen. Her eyes no longer opened as her entire face became a twisted mask of overwhelming passion. Her womb was vibrating against my cock. I felt semen passing through the base of my cock.

Over and over I pulled back out, then thrust in, no longer slowly, but as fast as I could go. I could no longer see, either because my eyes were firmly closed or because I was passing out from lack of oxygen. The reason didn't matter. We must have been breathing because Mary and I were both screaming, as incredible pleasure exploded from deep between my legs, seemingly lasting forever.

Mary's rasping breath was the first thing I heard when I came back down. Then I heard my own. Most of my weight was on her, and she was clinging to me as she had done before, attempting to make us into a single entity. Our genitals were still joined together, held there with the pressure of her legs around my thighs.

I started to lift myself off Mary so that she could breathe more easily, but she stopped me. "No," she gasped. "Just . . . hold . . . me."

I did. Several minutes passed before Mary stopped gasping for air and pulled in a long, deep breath. My cock had softened, but it was still mostly erect inside her. Every thirty seconds or so she gave it a squeeze, maintaining its residual stiffness. She was unconcerned about the little streams of sweat running off my body and joining the sweat on hers.

"Feel that?" Mary asked, and I nodded.

In fact I had felt a peculiar pressure against my cock.  "What . . . What was that?" I asked.

Mary's face was pressed against my chest, but I still knew that she smiled. "My uterus. My body's trying to make a baby. My cervix is bathing itself in your jism. Lying like this made a pond of it in just the right place."

A baby? After my initial panic, a strange calm spread throughout my being. I realized that I WANTED to make babies with this woman, even if so doing messed up the plans I'd made for the rest of my life. Was this what the guys in the fraternity had told me? Was this how you knew you were in love? Or was I only pussy-whipped?

I was interrupted by Mary's voice. "I've never . . . I've never felt this happen before. I've always avoided . . . "

I never found out what Mary had avoided. "Don't worry!" she suddenly said. "I told you. I'm on the pill, and anyway my period ended just a couple of days ago. It's not my fertile time. But . . . But I still want to feel this, okay? Just like it would be if we both really wanted . . . "

I rubbed my thumbs against the sides of Mary's breasts and felt her uterus move again, deep inside her body. "If the two of us really wanted to make a new life," I said, completing her sentence. "It won't hurt us to pretend, will it? That we're in love? And making love, not just fucking?"

Mary didn't reply, but she nodded her head against my chest. I could tell that she was crying. Then I realized that I was, too. We weren't pretending. But we didn't have a future together, even if we both did want to make babies. I made no attempt to stop the tears from flowing as her uterus continued to move, brushing against my cock. Reality can be a real bitch, and we weren't crying only because we were sad.

Another emotion crowded its way into my psyche. Anger. I was angry that Mary and I were only destined to share one night together, and even worse, that the one night was almost over. Then I was angry at myself for wasting it.

My tears had stopped, and I felt Mary's vagina squeezing my cock. I recognized the way it felt. I was erect again! "Hey!" I said. "Let's make love!"

Mary kissed my nipples. "A symphony," she replied. "A classical symphony for two lovers who never . . . never intended to fall in love."

Keeping the head of my cock inside her, I twisted down and kissed Mary. I kissed the tears from her eyes, then kissed her lips again. She smiled. "Don't forget. The first movement is supposed to be up-tempo!" she reminded me.

With her knees pulled up and her legs spread apart, Mary was in the position in which I'd first had sex with Rachel. As I'd done with Rachel, I made a few gentle probes to ascertain what Mary like best. Her vagina was still wet, made really slippery by my cum. Of course I already knew more about Mary than I'd ever learned about Rachel, but who can ever know too much about the best ways for exciting a lover?

Once I was confident that I could really make love to her, I began to thrust in and out of Mary, quickly increasing the tempo. I could feel her excitement building, but mine lagged behind. The sensations radiating from my cock were secondary to her responses, and I varied my thrusts and twists accordingly. When her vagina trembled around my cock and she let out a loud moan, I smashed our bodies together and remained nearly motionless. I experienced her powerful orgasm through my cock, locked deep within her.

Mary's gasping for breath signaled the end of her orgasm, and I lifted my weight from her body. Without breaking our penile-vaginal connection, I raised her right leg and rolled her sweaty body onto her left side. I lowered her leg as I spooned her from behind. As she gasped for breath, I slowly and deliberately fucked her from behind.

Mary lifted her head, and I slipped my left arm under her neck. She laid her head back down. My left hand could now caress her breasts, and my right was free to caress her entire front. As I slowly slipped my cock in and out of her, I slid my hand down her body until my fingers touched my cock where it entered her body. Her areolas and nipples were hard, bulging out of her firm, soft breasts. Her clit was fully extended, wet and slippery. As I rubbed it, her breathing quickly sped up. After only a few moments, I felt the now-familiar sensations as her climax caused her vagina to grip and release my cock, over and over.

Mary pulled my hand away from her clitoris as she came back down. I gently stroked her groin between my cock and her anus, and I concentrated more attention on her breasts than on her nipples. As her breathing became more regular I replayed, in my head - almost as if they were echoing in the room - her repeated cries of "Oh! Oh! Oh!" that had ended with a long, drawn-out, gasping moan. In additional to her cries, her legs had trembled and jerked, nearly sending me over the top with her.

But I'd managed to retain just enough control to avoid ejaculating, and I could feel my heartbeat throbbing through my cock into Mary's core. Her heart was pounding against my chest as I spooned with her. I allowed myself to pretend that I could feel her heart through my cock instead, and that dream kept me fully erect as she gradually relaxed again.

A few minutes later Mary took two long, deep breaths, and her heart rate immediately slowed. She jumped when I pressed my fingers against her clitoris, then she laughed, deep in her throat. "I just can't believe . . . " she began, but left the rest unsaid.

I couldn't believe it, either, but I wasn't done. It became a comedy as we struggled to remain linked while I moved Mary onto her knees. We were both giggling when I finally had her in position for doggy-style. She put her head on her arms on the bed so that she could look back between our bodies, and I cupped one of her breasts in each hand. After several unsynchronized in-and-out thrusts, we established a rhythm.

With Mary's legs apart, the head of my cock was rubbing firmly against the front of her vagina as my cock moved in and out. Her sensitive spot got rubbed in both directions. Cum and pussy juice dripped out of her, and our coupling made loud, juicy sounds. I let her set the pace.

We'd begun slowly, getting used to each other's hip movements. But Mary quickly picked up the pace. All at once she shifted into overdrive. With one hand she reached down her body, and I felt her fingers brush against my cock as she rubbed her clitoris. I gently pinched her nipples, and I felt myself beginning to prepare to ejaculate. I almost did.

Mary screamed nonsense words into the sheets as her entire body shook, then went nearly limp. My attention was distracted just enough by my having to release her breasts and grab her hips to hold her up, and I barely managed to stop my own climax. When her orgasm ended, she deliberately squeezed my cock with her vagina and held it as long as she could. I was overcome with love, not lust, and I could feel the same from her.

Mary laughed when I pushed her back onto her side, both of us bouncing on the bed, but somehow staying linked. "Gotta catch . . . my breath!" she muttered. "You sure know . . . how to . . . wear a girl . . . out!"

We spooned for several minutes, as we'd done shortly before. I wasn't sure what I should do next, but Mary decided it for us. "Your turn!" she proclaimed. "I'd like to be on top again, but I'm too tired! Classical okay?"

Mary lifted her leg, again rolling onto her back without breaking our genital connection. She lifted her other leg and rolled back on her hips. "Grab my wrists and pin em to the bed!" she ordered. I did so by first reaching around the outside of her legs, folding her body, and forcing her hands over her head. In this position her knees were bent around my upper arms, and she was completely helpless. "Fuck me hard and fast until you can't hold back!" she whispered. "I want to feel you lose control! Like you were raping me!"

I momentarily wondered if Mary harbored some twisted aberration, a desire to be ravished and violated. Perhaps she'd always fantasized about being possessed by her lover, freeing her from the responsibility of the consequences. Perhaps she and Rachel hadn't really been as much victims as temptresses that night after their prom. I wasn't aware of any rape fantasies lurking in my own psyche, but these and other ideas flashed through my head.

Did Mary want me to replace her earlier rape memory with a more pleasant one with me? I didn't care as long as I got to make love to her. But after a dozen hard and fast thrusts, thoughts of love and tenderness vanished. We were just two animals rutting, and I was dominant. I pounded my cock into her, slamming her against the bed with each thrust. As my excitement built I pounded harder and faster. Pound! Pound! Pound! That was my only reality!

Mary screamed something I didn't really hear, and I released her wrists. I immediately felt her fingernails digging into my shoulders and back. I felt pressure building between my legs, beneath the base of my cock, deep inside. I kept pounding my cock into her, even though I knew I was ejaculating with every thrust. She shrieked loudly with each one, but her voice sounded hoarse.

With a surprising abruptness, I collapsed on top of Mary, gasping for breath, still holding her against the bed. She was made even more helpless because of my weight. I felt like I'd just claimed my mate, after driving off other males. Was I dreaming this? My body had crushed hers against the bed, and the air had come out of her lungs with a rush. She stopped screaming, and I could feel her struggling to breathe.

Mary's truly desperate attempts to get air brought me back to reality. I untangled my arms from her legs, and lifted most of my weight from her chest. She took several long, deep, ragged breaths. She wrapped her legs around my hips and thighs, wetly squeezing us together. Then she began to giggle. What the hell was so funny?

Before I could say anything, I felt Mary's uterus pushing my half-erect cock aside as it began exploring for my semen. The emotions that swept over me kept me from speaking. Once again it felt like I was dreaming, and nothing mattered except the movements her uterus was making.

Mary broke the silence with a raspy voice. "I'll bet you thought I was amused, but I wasn't! I just . . . Well, I'd just never felt so alive before! So female!" Her voice sounded hoarse and raspy. She paused. "And now, my body's trying to make our baby again! Can you feel it?"

I nodded as I scrunched down to kiss Mary on the lips. "I felt something strange, too. But it was . . . I don't know. Kind of assertive. Dominant. Maybe macho' is sort of the right word, but not really. Definitely male, but primitive. Uncivilized."

"Yeah, uncivilized!" Mary answered in her rough, raspy voice. "I kinda asked to be raped, and I loved it!" She suddenly pushed my head up so that she could look into my eyes. "Hey, I don't mean I didn't love everything else, too!  Cause I did! But there was something about the way you slammed into me that just went way beyond anything I've ever . . . " She paused to swallow. "And listen to my voice! I screamed so much I'm getting hoarse! Now that's a first! I don't know if I could stand doing it again, but . . ."

I interrupted Mary by locking my mouth to hers. When we came up for air, I asked, "What's making that burning feeling on my back?"

Mary lifted her hands, and I felt her tense up when she looked at her fingers. "Oh God! You're bleeding! Did I do that?"

"I'll live," I replied. "Yes, what we just did was definitely uncivilized." We both giggled, as we remembered the primitive joy we'd shared mere minutes earlier. My cock was going limp, and I could barely feel her uterus moving against it.

A few minutes later Mary released her leg lock from around my body. "Time's against us," she said. We need to clean up and pack."

We'd had the foresight to leave a couple of towels on the bed, and since I was on top, I grabbed one and blotted up the sticky mess between my legs. I gently pressed the other against Mary's crotch, and she surprised me when she said it hurt. "Me too," I said as I carefully cleaned my cock. "I think you wore him out! It hurts to squeeze him!"

We carefully stumbled into the bathroom, then climbed into the tub together. We kissed virtually nonstop, helping make this shower as erotic as our earlier ones had been, even though we didn't have sex. The gentle - almost reverent - way we cleaned each other's bodies overpowered our bruised genitals, and they responded. My rigid cock rubbed against Mary's soapy legs, and her nipples and areolas were stiff. Her bruised labia swelled even more and protruded well beyond her blonde pubic forest.

We rinsed our mouths in the shower, but we still took time to clean our teeth after we climbed out of the shower. Mary rubbed antibiotic ointment in the scratches she'd made on my back. Our bodies clung together as we shared a long, romantic kiss. The pleasure of feeling her skin against mine was more than enough to offset the lingering, aching pain in my cock. Our fingertips roamed over our bodies, every caress a statement of deep affection - even love.

For several minutes we cuddled together on the bed, naked and lovingly. We were both too sore for more sexual activity, but gentle caresses and long, passionate kisses felt . . . well, almost as good as making love. We whispered words of endearment - even love - to each other, and we both had tears in our eyes when we realized we were really out of time.

We'd spent so much time together we had to hurry. Mary redressed me so that I could go back to my room.  Even so we shared a long kiss before I opened the door to her room and stepped into the hall. I was wearing a tux and she was nude. The disparity between our states of dress seems odd now, but it didn't seem so to me at the time. Frankly I was just so incredibly happy to hold and touch her this way, and I deliberately suppressed the knowledge that it was almost certainly the last time we would ever be so intimate.

Back in my room I changed out of my tux, and dressed for my flight. I threw everything else into my suitcase. Following instructions I'd received from Dave, I called him. A few minutes later, carrying my suitcase in one hand, I dropped the tux and accessories off at his room. He shook my hand, grinned, and commented, "Well, I guess you and Mary hit it off okay after all, right?"

Dave's wife came into view from the bathroom as she adjusted an earring. "I guess they really did!" she said with a laugh. She gave me a quick hug and a sisterly kiss. "You're not gonna fool anybody with that look on your face!" she giggled. They didn't see any sadness on my face because I was still not allowing myself to think about my upcoming separation from Mary.




Wedding Games Ch. 02



They wished me a good trip, and I did the same for them. Two minutes later I was in the lobby waiting for Mary. She soon arrived, and we checked out, one after the other. I wanted to wrap my arms around her and kiss her, but I knew this wasn't the time or place for that sort of display of affection. Our eyes met constantly, and we smiled lovingly at each other. But there was also a haunted look in her eyes. I felt the first twinges of misgiving as I realized that she was soon going to leave me.

We held hands as we waited together at the curb, and a few minutes later the hotel's airport shuttle carried us to the airport. We were the only passengers. Mary was sniffling, and it was obvious she'd been crying. I put my arm around her shoulder, and she clung to me. I heard her sob. I knew just how she felt. "I never intended . . . I never expected for this to happen," she whispered. She didn't have to tell me what this' was.

We were flying on two different airlines, and we briefly separated to check our bags. A few minutes later I joined Mary in the waiting area outside her gate. "Are you sure you have time to wait with me?" she asked, and I nodded, noting that my plane departed much later.

We talked, we laughed, we joked about the sexual things we'd done, and then we found ourselves suddenly silent with nothing more to say except what we'd promised we wouldn't discuss. "Excuse me," Mary whispered. "Gotta go to the ladies' room before they call my flight."

Mary didn't take very long. She gave me a wan smile when she sat down next to me. "It's not the way I feel. It's not what I want to do, but I really do have to go," she whispered as she kissed me.

"I feel . . . I feel almost lost," I replied. "I thought I could wangle my way into your bed for a night of nobody-cares sex, but it didn't turn out like that for me."

"Not for me, either," Mary whispered. "No, definitely not for me."

"But you're still gonna call it off? Us, I mean?"

"You're a really great guy, Don. If you were even a couple of years older I'd be tempted. But I can't wait three years for you to finish. It wouldn't be fair to either of us.  Even if we could manage a long-distance romance, it would only delay the inevitable! You plan to stay in the academic world, and I hate it there! I really want to live better than that! We would never work out!" Mary kissed me hard on the mouth.

"Rachel was right," Mary continued. "Sex with you was beyond wonderful! And I'm so wet right now that I'll bet you can smell me!" I took a deep breath through my nose, grinned, and nodded. Yes, her scent was subtle, but still present.

"Why not take a later flight?" I asked. We could find someplace here! It'd be a crime to waste all that pussy juice, wouldn't it?"

Mary giggled, making her smile again. God, I loved it when she smiled! "Can't! This is the last one!" she said. "Besides, I don't think a quickie with you would be worth it. You're a lover, not a fucker!" She gave me another kiss. There were tears in her eyes when I opened mine.

Mary's flight was called for boarding. We stood up and embraced. "Bye, Don. I'll never forget you."

"Bye, Mary. I'll always remember the things you taught me. You're my first real lover."

My upright, rigid, sore cock was wedged tightly between us as we kissed again. Thankfully Mary didn't rub herself against it, or in spite of the sex we'd enjoyed and the residual soreness, I would probably have cum in my pants. We rubbed tongues for a minute or two, and then she pulled away. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, and she sobbed. "G'Bye, Lover!" she blubbered, and then she hurried toward the gate.

Mary suddenly turned and came back, tears still streaming down her face. "Here!" she said as she pushed something soft into my hand. "Forgot. This is for you, Lover. A souvenir of the . . . the only night we'll ever have. And what . . . what it meant to me. To us."

Mary kissed me again, so hard she bruised my lips, then she raced to the gate without saying anything more. I heard her sob again as I looked down into my hand. She'd removed her panties in the restroom, then placed them in my hand. They were slightly damp. I could smell her scent on them.

I felt tears of hopelessness running down my own cheeks as I looked up and watched Mary moving toward the gate. Was she really passing out of my life? She glanced back. She blotted her eyes with a tissue before she turned away. My heart was pounding and I could still taste her as I watched her move toward the line. I saw the woman at the counter looking strangely at her. Mary said something, then gestured at me without looking back. The woman glanced at me, then nodded sympathetically to Mary.

Mary suddenly stopped and turned back around to face me for a final time. Her face was blotchy-red and it was awash with tears. Over the noise of the terminal I heard her voice. "Oh God, my heart says . . . but we can't! We can't! . . . My head knows it won't work, Lover! . . . G'bye, my love! Farewell!" and then she abruptly turned and disappeared into the line of people boarding.

My knees were immediately weak, and I was grateful to find a place to sit down. She'd called me Lover' three times, and then she'd called me her love! Those feelings weren't supposed to happen! The uncertainty so very visible on her tear-streaked face and the anguish in her words proclaimed that she was no longer positive that we should abide by our agreement. I felt a sudden, impossibly powerful but almost painful stab of hope  hope that she and I might reunite and rekindle our love, after all.

I could remember everything Mary had said when she'd agreed to bed me. "Understand that this is a one-time thing," she had whispered. "One night. No talk of love, just pure, physical sex. No chance of the two of us ever doing it again. No calls afterwards. No letters. No regrets. No complications. Agreed?"

I'd agreed, but we'd blown it. Our sex had become far more complex than purely physiological stimuli and physiological responses. We'd become true lovers, and that was an undeniable complication, unanticipated though it had been. As Mary's final words made clear, she had serious regrets, as did I. We didn't need to talk about love because we'd fallen in love. That was a gigantic complication!

Didn't love cancel our agreement? Couldn't I now find a way to get us together again? I didn't have her address, her phone number, or any other way to reach her. All I knew was her name and her hometown. But it would be easy to locate her, if only through B.T. and Rachel when they returned from their honeymoon. But how would she react if I called her? Or worse, arrived, unannounced, at her door?

I realized I was still thinking like a kid if I thought I could actually do that. Perhaps I really was too young for Mary. Besides, she could just as easily locate me, couldn't she? And she was the one who'd set the rules that I'd agreed to follow. Hers was the mind to change, and what I wanted really didn't matter. As long as she believed our relationship had no chance, all I would accomplish by intruding into her life would be to destroy the wonderful memories of the brief, intense love we'd created and shared.

I sat there, thinking about Mary, until an hour after her plane left, and I almost forgot to take my own flight. For several hours as my plane carried me home I replayed, in my head, everything I could remember about the weekend we'd shared. Every few minutes I sniffed my souvenir, which only made things worse by giving me a hard-on. I kept it clutched in my hand, anyway. It was a long, lonely flight home.

A few days after B.T. and Rachel returned from their honeymoon, I called them. They'd already heard from Mary, and they both - Rachel in particular - expressed sympathy that Mary and I were not going to continue our relationship. "If Mary tells us she's had a change of heart, I'll let you know," Rachel promised. Both of them again expressed their sympathy for the way Mary and I had ended our relationship. "You two seemed so good together!" B.T. remarked. Rachel was crying when we hung up. Well, I was, too.

~~~~~

Shortly after the fall semester began, I received a letter and a small, personalized album of wedding photographs from the newlyweds. The first pictures were small copies of the formal groupings of the wedding participants, most of which included me. The final pictures were several informal shots featuring Mary and me. In two of them, including one showing us coming down the aisle after the ceremony, the tent in my pants was obvious. In all but one of them Mary and I were gazing into each other's eyes. In the last one we were wrapped tightly around each other, kissing passionately with our eyes closed, as we danced at the reception.

That final picture brought out the tears I'd managed to hold back while looking at the others. My feelings of love for Mary were so intense they hurt. But I still knew that it was her place to cancel our one-time-only agreement, and I loved and respected her too much to attempt to communicate with her. I did as she'd asked me to do, but for several days after I received the pictures I wondered how Mary had reacted when she'd received hers. Had she also received that last picture? Would it stir her memories? Would she write or call me, now?

Two weeks later hope burst into flame when I received a letter with a heart as the only return address. The flame flickered out when I read what I'd received.

- - - - - - - - - -

Dearest Don,

I've never believed in love at first sight. I certainly didn't believe that a one-night stand could produce genuine love. But it did! We made love for only sixteen hours, but that changed my life! I love you from the bottom of my heart, and I know you love me, too. And that's why you have to forget about me and us.

My spies at the college tell me that you're all sad-eyed. You're moping around and acting really down. Well get over it, Lover! Love doesn't do that to a person! Grief does! And there's no reason to grieve!

Think about the gift we received at the wedding! Love! Real, powerful, incredible Love! And we made love, too, didn't we! That love was something we didn't have when we arrived, so honor it by remembering it. I am and I will!

But it dishonors our love if you allow it to destroy you! Remember all of what we did, what we said, and how we fell in love. Rejoice that we found that unexpected love, but don't change the joy of our love into sorrow! We didn't have that love when we arrived on Friday, but it was ours by Sunday. Rejoice in that!

I moped around for more than a week after I got home. I even went to see my mom, and it took me a long time to tell her the truth. Well, part of the truth anyway! I left out the constant love-making and the orgasms and the way my uterus tried so hard to make a baby with you! Nobody but you will ever hear about that from me! But my relationship with Mom is better than it's been for years. That's something else I got from your love!

Mom figured it out, of course. I didn't even tell her your name, but she knew, somehow that we'd done more than just have sex. She asked if you were really that good a lover. I told her better than she could ever believe. She didn't say anything and she just gave me a knowing smile.

She's the one who gave me the best advice, and I'm passing it on to you. Rejoice in the love we found, but get on with your life. Knowing that we found that love will make us stronger if we don't let it destroy us! And because we found it once, we can do so again! Just not with each other, ever again.

I've thought about my decision that we couldn't make it work, long term, and I won't change my mind. I don't ever want to worry about having enough money. An important part of you is the academic world, and I want that for you because it's your dream. But I cannot endure that world any longer than I already have. I'm not going to change, and you aren't either. I know us both well enough to be sure of that.

But if we tried to make a loving life together, it would be undermined if you abandoned your dream or if I abandoned mine. Too many loves end in hate! I want ours to stay the way it is!

No matter how my life develops, I'm going to be a different and better person because of my memories of the brief time when we shared the deepest possible love. I expect to fall in love again someday, but now I have a standard against which to measure all future lovers. And you set the bar really high in the short time we had together!

So rejoice in what we discovered in each other! Find a good woman and share your love with her! Honor the memories of the unexpected love we found in each other! Remember our short time together and feel joyful! I certainly will! And if we ever cross paths again, let's be ready to smile and tell each other how much we each changed the other's life for the better!

With all my love, Mary

- - - - - - - - - -

Two days after I received the letter from Mary, my phone rang, and it was Rachel, calling me while B.T. was at work. Obviously this was between her and me and did not involve B.T. "Are you doing okay now, Don? Did Mary's letter help?"

"Shit! Does everybody know about it? Don't I have any secrets?"

Rachel laughed. "Only B.T. and I. And no, you don't have many secrets from me where Mary is concerned!" She paused to let me respond, and when I didn't she went on. "You know that Mary and I shared almost everything, right? Especially about sex? Well, not any more! Even though I tell her about some of the stuff that B.T. and I do, she's not willing to talk much about what you two did that Saturday night!"

I was irritated, and that made in incautious. "Whadya wanna know, Rachel? I'll tell you some of it. I guess I owe you that after that night with you and B.T. after the Stage Three - and for putting Mary and me together at your wedding. Shit, you watched us finger each other off at the reception! What the hell do you think we did when we got to her room?"

Rachel was suddenly embarrassed. She started to hem and haw, so I cut her off. "Here's the bottom line. Did we sleep together? Yes. Did we have sex? Yes. Several times? Yes. Did we get any sleep? Not much. Did we both climax? Yes, lots of times. Was the sex good? Yes, best I've ever had, including with you, and I think the same for Mary. So what's our problem, you ask? We weren't supposed to fall in love, but we did. While we were in bed together. Naked. Making love. Loudly and passionately. A lot."

I heard Rachel gasp, and then there was silence on the line. "Is that enough details, Rachel?"

Rachel sighed. "Don, I didn't mean to come across as such a nosy bitch! I was just worried about you because of . . . well the way you've been acting since the wedding. B.T.'s even heard things from your frat brothers."

It was true that I'd uncharacteristically passed up a recent opportunity to fuck three Seas at a recent party. But I didn't know if Rachel knew about that social activity at the fraternity, and B.T. had certainly not been reticent about fucking them, at least prior to becoming engaged to Rachel! If that's what B.T. had heard from one of the brothers, I doubted he'd passed it along to Rachel!

"Well, I think I'll be okay now. Mary's letter helped a lot. And you can please tell her that the next time you two are talking. She didn't give me a return address, so I couldn't mail anything back to her, and I don't know her phone number. And some of it doesn't seem to fit together the way I think it should, so it would help to talk to her."

Rachel was silent for several seconds. "Rachel? You still there?" I asked.

"Sorry. I was lost in thought. I could hear the, uh, irritation in your voice. I guess I'd better just tell you, straight up." Rachel paused to take a breath. "Mary's afraid to give you her number, Don. Or her address."

"Afraid? What the hell? I'm not some kind of dangerous sex fiend! I'm in love with her, Rachel!"

"And she's very much in love with you, Don. That's what she's afraid of."

"I guess you better spell it out for me, Rachel! This isn't making any sense!"

"Don, Mary's afraid. Right now she's in a new job, and everyone's a stranger. Guys, even married guys, are hitting on her left and right. She'll be okay, but she needs some time to get everything straight in her head. She needs to put her feelings for you into perspective."

"Maybe I'm just a dumb guy, but I still don't get it."

"Mary's afraid of what you mean to her. Right now she's feeling really helpless and vulnerable, and she knows she'd come running to you if you asked her to. Or if you told her that you can't live without her, or something - anything like that. She'd drop her entire life plan if you pushed her to do it! That's why she's afraid of you! She loves you so much that you have that kind of power over her!"

It was my turn to be silent. "Don? Are you still there?"

"Yeah, I am. I was just thinking, that's all. And remembering. It's just hard to believe, that's all. I mean, I tried to get Mary into bed on Friday, but I struck out. Then we flirted and teased each other until you guys left on your honeymoon. Then we spent the next sixteen hours making love! Sixteen hours! And now both of us are screwed up in our heads! Just sixteen hours did that to us!"

Rachel waited before replying. "I'm not going to ask exactly what you did. Mary wouldn't tell me, but it caused the two of you to bond together more powerfully than some married couples. I think . . . I really think you should cherish those memories. And get on with a life without Mary."

"I don't have a choice, do I? Besides, I want what's best for Mary. Lemme rephrase that. I think I'm best for Mary! But I want for Mary what she wants for herself! So, yeah, I'll keep away from her."

"Don, I know you love her. But it's a really special love you must feel to let her go. I . . . I don't know if I could do that if I were in your position. I guess . . . I guess that's partly why she fell in love with you - and so hard!"

"Rachel, I still don't understand it all. I thought her parents practically disowned her after you two got raped, but her letter makes it sound like she and her mother are really close! And just cuz her father's a professor as well as an asshole, I don't see why she's so set against the academic world! And I know it can't just be about money!"

I head Rachel sigh into the phone. "No, Don. There's more to it than that." She explained that Mary's mother quickly realized that the girls had been really drunk when they undressed to go skinny dipping. She believed that their dates had raped them. But her father kept coming back to the fact that they'd willingly undressed, and that made both girls tramps in his mind. "Girls who take off their clothes in front of men want to have sex!" he kept repeating.

Mary's mother understood and forgave Mary for what had happened. Mary became closer to her mother and completely estranged from her father, and she couldn't understand his intellectual rigidity. "That's where her anti-academic feelings began," Rachel explained. "The main reason she went to college was to get out of her father's house as soon as she could."

"In college she fell in love with Sven, her philosophy professor. She told him her sorry story, and he slowly seduced her.  God, he was slick! She spent every night she could in his apartment, in his bed. She was completely head-over-heels over him. She was starting to think about planning their wedding, for God's sake! Hell, he encouraged her to do that!"

Rachel had been angrily hurrying to get these words out, and she paused to catch her breath. "Do you get the picture?" she asked. "Cute little coed, almost a virgin, having an older lover who taught her how much fun sex can be? And him encouraging her to think about marrying him?"