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Kathryn's Question

By: val wrangler



You know when people use the term "I almost swallowed my gum?", well, I actually did when Kathryn asked me that question. Went into a coughing fit, too. Lovely...

We were both just 18 and had been friends since second grade. Kathryn's house backed onto mine and our relationship had started the way many young ones do: us staring at each other over the dividing hedge from the safety of our own yards. Her family had just moved in; I'd lived in my house all my life.

"What's your name?" I'd asked.

"Kathryn. What's yours?"

My parents and older brothers, everyone actually, had always called me Bobby, but here was this pip-squeak kid with huge eyes using her formal name on me as if she was someone special. "Robert," I replied.

And it was done. Over the last two weeks remaining in that summer vacation we became friends, two peas in a pod as my father was fond of saying. Truth was, there was a lot of truth in that. We were both awkward even as kids. Both of us wore glasses, for instance, and even for seven-year-olds that wasn't too cool. For the entirety or our school years, we basically only had each other as friends.

The other kids, picking up with their infallible radar that we were different, zeroed in on us with their cruelty. It's always thought that boys are the worst at this, but the whispered stories that Kathryn told me of the misery inflicted on her by her gender made it clear that I had no idea what cruelty could be.

We had a lot of things in common: we both enjoyed reading widely, we actually LIKED school and did well there. I wanted to be a university professor and Kathryn wanted to be a psychologist. All our classmates aspired to, it seemed, was taking over their fathers' hardware stores, or opening a beauty parlor, something that didn't require a whole lot of book learning. Just two wanted to be doctors -- but only if their pro football careers didn't pan out. Such was life in a small, southern town in the '50s.

So we bonded. It wasn't a gender thing, either. We were just two outcasts against the world, best buds, and each took solace in the other's company. To our parents' amusement, we always referred to each other formally. For some reason I could never imagine calling my friend Kathy, or worse yet, Kath. It just didn't fit.

Fast forward eleven years. I'd turned into a gawky string bean, just over six feet tall. On hitting puberty, I'd had a bout of acne, not really bad, but enough to make my face a bit pocked. This was the mid-60s, after all, and treatment for that sort of thing was expensive.

Kathryn had gotten somewhat tall too, being now nearly 5'7". Her hair had grown very long indeed and she usually wore it in a braid. As for the rest of her, she wore those "granny dresses", several years before they were trendy. This was in response to the inevitable gibes and taunts in the girl's locker room. Kathryn had grown very quickly at age twelve and consequently had been very skinny. Coupled with her rather large feet, glasses and the fact that she was late to develop "other things", she been the target of all the "popular girls" and made to feel more of an outcast than ever.

She developed asthma and this eventually enabled her to drop Phys Ed. Smart Kathryn had set up the whole thing, though, and while she did actually have some trouble with her breathing, after a little research at the public library, she figured out how to fool her parents, doctor and the school into thinking she was much worse off than was the case.

In short, we were both class A "dweebs" as far as the other kids, and truth be told, many parents and teachers were concerned.

We were the brains in a school that really didn't honor such things. In our school, football was king. And when it wasn't football, they made do with basketball and baseball. If you were good at sports, you were golden, so the jocks ruled the roost. If you were female, your existence revolved around whether you were going to be able to crack the Varsity Cheerleading Squad or by going out with one of the jocks. Rumors swirled around those girls willing to do "anything" to snag one of these sought-after males.

Rather than withdrawing like Kathryn, I tried playing sports. Football was out since I was so slight. They would killed me. I wasn't very good at basketball, but baseball, that I could do. I had a good quick eye and natural swing, but it always seemed to amaze everyone when I jacked out another home run. My dad, originally from Boston, said I swung the bat just like Ted Williams, the "Splendid Splinter". It wasn't much, but my involvement in at least one sport (and a couple of games my hitting had saved over the years) kept the worst of the jocks off my back. They still made me feel like an outsider every chance they got, though, since baseball was definitely the bottom of the sports pile.

Kathryn would come to a lot of the games and sit in the stands with a quizzical expression on her face, book in hand to read until the next time I was at bat. She always sat by herself.

All through school we'd been the top two in our class and this had led to some friendly rivalry. We each spent far more hours than necessary on papers and preparation for tests just so we would be sure to beat the other. There were many times where we were the only ones in our grade to get 100s on tests and each of us maintained averages above 98, year in, year out. We'd also spend hours discussing politics, literature, art, whatever took our fancy. Kathryn and I both felt that the other was the only person we could really talk to.

Of course, we often studied together since we could work more efficiently. That was what we were doing in the basement of Kathryn's house on the day she asked "The Question".

So here I was, literally choking on my gum with Kathryn pounding me on the back. Eventually, a glass of water got the coughing under control. Kathryn was very apologetic for catching me off guard like that and tried to pass her question off as a bad attempt at trying to be funny, but I quickly made my exit.

After passing through the hole we'd worn over the years in the hedge dividing our yards, I ran into the house, up to my room and flopped down on the bed, feeling more of a dweeb than ever. Truth was, I had a major crush on Laurie, captain of the cheerleading squad, a total blonde fox and girlfriend of Todd the captain of the Varsity football team. She sat in front of me in English and History, but we'd never exchanged more than a dozen words. Laurie was always turned away, speaking breathlessly to her friends about her life of parties, shopping and cheerleading. I definitely lusted from afar.

Truth was, when Kathryn asked her question, I'd been daydreaming about Laurie and remembering how I'd jerked off that morning in the shower, thinking of her lustily kissing me. THAT'S what had caused me to unfortunately swallow my gum.

Now I looked like a fool in front of my closest friend. Somehow I suddenly felt un-loyal to her, even though, I'd never remotely even thought of Kathryn in that way. How could I? She was my best bud.

As I lay there feeling sorry for myself, the phone rang. My mom called upstairs, "Bob? Are you home?"

"Yeah," I called out.

"It's Kathryn on the phone. She wants to talk to you."

I wished I'd opted for a long walk. "Tell her I'm coming."

I heaved myself off the bed and went downstairs with all the enthusiasm of a condemned man walking his last mile. My mother handed me the receiver and smiled.

"Hi Kathryn."

"Robert, I am so sorry for what I did. I don't know what came over me."

"It's okay."

"No, it's not! I feel just terrible."

"It's already forgotten." Yeah, right.

"Will you come back after lunch? We still have a lot more studying to do for that Physics test. You're better at it than I am, and I really need your help."

"Well, okay..."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you! You've always been my best friend. See you around 1:00?"

"Sure."

I put down the phone and stood there, amazed by what Kathryn had said. In all the years we'd known each other, she'd never once said that I was better than her at anything academic. It wasn't true, either. She was every bit as good at physics as I was, better probably.

Kathryn was sitting on her back steps when I came through the hedge. Her face brightened as soon as she saw me. I stopped and looked at her differently than I ever had. I tried to really SEE her for the first time.

She still had those same big eyes, amplified by the thickness of her glasses, but her hair (combed out that day) was dark brown and lustrous in the sun, framing her oval face beautifully. In her typical long dress, sitting up quite straight with hands clasped tightly in her lap, she reminded me of one of those Madonnas you see in old religious paintings.

"Still my friend?" she asked tentatively.

I nodded. "Yup. For always."

She stood, smoothing her dress. "Then let's get to work."

The house was quiet as we walked through the kitchen to get to the basement stairs.

"Are your folks out?"

"Yes," Kathryn answered over her shoulder as she started down the stairs. "They've gone to pick up Melanie from college. Won't be back until tomorrow afternoon."

As we settled down to go over our lab notes something was different. For the first time in my life I was thinking of my best friend as a female. She was at the opposite end of the old sofa, knees making a tent under her dress, a pose I'd seen her use a thousand times before. Now I found myself wondering what was under that dress.

From what I could tell, Kathryn was having trouble with her concentration too. Normally, she would be flipping back and forth through her lab notes, collating facts and results and writing them down in an orderly fashion in her "studying notebook", but right then she'd been on the same sparse page for more than 10 minutes, eyes seemingly boring holes in the paper.

I could feel her stealing glances at me whenever I was looking down at my notes, because I was doing the same. Finally, we both looked up at the same time.

"What?" she asked with a blush creeping over her cheeks.

I almost chickened out and said, "Nothing," but didn't. It was a fateful step. "Why did you ask me that question this morning?"

Kathryn's blush deepened. "I told you; it just kind of slipped out."

"Yes, but what were you thinking? It had to have been in your brain in the first place."

My friend stared at me for a good minute before speaking. "You have to swear that you'll never tell anyone!"

"Tell them what?"

"What I'm about to tell you, of course! Swear it!"

I rolled my eyes. "Have I ever passed on anything you've told me in confidence?"

"This is different, way different."

"Okay, I swear I'll never tell anyone," I said, raising my left hand and putting my right over my heart.

It was enough to break the tension and Kathryn didn't look quite as much like a deer caught in the headlights.

"This is so embarrassing..."

"You can't just leave off now. You started. Now you have to finish."

She took a deep breath. "It was last Christmas. You remember that Melanie brought her boyfriend home for the holidays?"

I sure did remember the "over superior" Jason who treated me like some miniscule speck barely worthy of his notice. I'd always liked Mel but I couldn't see what she saw in this self-absorbed twerp.

"Yeah, I remember him."

"One evening my folks were out at a party and I'd gone up to bed early. I woke up around midnight, hearing some strange sounds coming from the living room. It sounded as if someone was being hurt.

"Creeping out of my room, I laid down at the top of the stairs and peered into the living room like Mel and I had done when we were kids and my parents were having a party."

I was hardly breathing and was imagining all sorts of directions Kathryn's story could go.

"Mel was sitting next to Jason with her head on his shoulder. Her blouse was open and her jeans were down and his hand was between her, um, legs. His pants were also open and his...his penis was out. She was rubbing it up and down and both of them were moaning."

"What happened next?"

"I got scared that they'd see me, so I slowly moved back and tiptoed into my room."

I'd had a quick peek at a naturist's magazine once. One of the guys on the ball team had swiped it from his parents. The photos in it had been my only experience viewing a completely naked female. Girly magazines were hard to come by in our small town and never showed more than tits and asses.

"So why did you ask me if I, um, masturbate?"

Now Kathryn really blushed, not just her face but her throat and what I could see of her chest also. She got up quickly and asked if I wanted a cold pop. I told her sure and she scurried upstairs as fast as I'd cut out that morning. It certainly took her a long time to open two bottles of Coke!

After she returned, we sat there and drank, Kathryn averting her eyes and me dying to find out what her answer was going to be -- if she could work up the courage to tell me.

Finally, she looked up and I could see from the firm set of her mouth that she'd decided.

"Remember, you swore you'd never tell!"

"Absolutely. My lips are completely sealed!"

"Because if you ever tell anyone, I'll absolutely die! You know how fast these things get around school."

"Kathryn, you know me better than that. Now what is so terrible that you're just about to faint?"

That was a lot of bravado on my part, because the tension in that basement was so thick you could almost see it.

"Okay...When I got back to my room everything was churning in my brain. I'd sometimes wondered what a penis looked like when it was, you know, excited. I saw my dad once when he hadn't shut the bedroom door completely. It sure didn't look like what Jason had!"

"So what happened?"

"I was also pretty amazed at the way Mel was squirming around with Jason's hand between her legs. So I, um, began exploring a bit. I'd never really touched myself down there. I found a spot and...and..."

"And what?"

Kathryn colored wildly again and looked down. "I made myself orgasm," she said in almost a whisper.

Here's where I blew it again. "Women can do that?" I blurted out, amazed.

Yes, I'd heard some of the locker room talk. There were always guys who claimed they'd "done it", but most of the information I'd overheard dealt with what happened to the guys. I knew how female plumbing worked -- we'd gotten that in school -- but I had no clear idea about the fine points of female anatomy. The only thing I'd ever seen was this bush of hair between the legs of the women in the naturist magazine.

Kathryn's eyes got big. "You didn't know that? I thought you'd know a lot more than me!"

If it had been anyone else, I might have tried to lie about what I knew. But this was my oldest and closest friend. I couldn't lie to her.

"I guess not."

That seemed to put Kathryn much more at ease. She took another swallow of her Coke and sized me up. "So, I've told you that I've masturbated. Have you?"

I'd been doing it ever since I'd turned 14. I'd always found touching myself pleasurable when I showered. One day I'd done it a bit too long and was rewarded by ropes of semen all over the shower stall. I didn't know what it was, but I was hooked. Overhearing two guys talk while taking the school bus home filled in the details that I was missing. Ever since then, I made myself cum whenever I took a shower and occasionally while lying in bed. Hand cream was the best for that.

So I girded my loins and nodded. "Yes, I have."

Kathryn's next question shot out with no hesitation. "How many times?"

"I've, ah, lost count."

"Cool... Do you do it every day?"

"Do you?"

Kathryn's eyes got big. "Um...yes. Ever since that first time."

"I do it whenever I shower."

I'm sure that most of you are rolling your eyes at this exchange, but we were two VERY naive kids and for us to talk like this was really thrilling, in the true sense of the word. That day, when she asked me that question in her basement, Kathryn and I crossed a very wide gulf and took our first real steps to adulthood.

Once the ice had been broken, our normal natures took over and we talked further but more on an intellectual bent. It probably sounded rather scientific.

Kathryn, with her newfound discovery of self-pleasuring, had done what I would have expected: she set out to learn everything she could. That hadn't been easy. Our town was definitely repressive on matters of human sexuality. The head librarian, Mrs. MacAllister, kept any books dealing with the subject right behind her desk. If you wanted one, you had to ask her directly. You can imagine how intimidating that would be to a high school kid. Hell, even adults would find it intimidating.

But Kathryn had this sneaky side (she'd weaseled her way out of taking Phys Ed, after all), and she set out to get a look at those books. Volunteering at the library had taken care of that. No one liked to work Friday nights, and Saturday morning was about as popular. It was a simple matter to slip one of the books out last thing at night, and return it to the shelf first thing next morning.

"I learned a lot. They have a really neat book by a doctor named Kinsey. He's studied sex all his life. Some of the things in that book would turn your hair grey!"

"Like what?"

"Like women who want to have sex all the time. It's like they're addicted to it. They're called nymphomaniacs. There are all kinds of perverted things that people do, too."

"I'd like to see that book."

"I'm not scheduled to work Friday until next week, but I guess I could do it." Kathryn suddenly got serious. "I'm glad that you're willing to talk to me about this. I've been dying to talk to someone, but there's nobody else but you. It's not like I could talk to my mom about this, and Mel, well let's just say she's too caught up with herself and Jason right now."

"Do you think they've ever done 'it'?"

"You mean intercourse? I wouldn't be surprised. I certainly heard them doing something in her bedroom a few times when mom and dad were out. Afterwards, she's looked all flushed and Jason looked a bit guilty. I'll bet they've been doing it."

It was getting close to dinner time and I had to be going. We both got up and looked at each other awkwardly.

"Would you come back tonight and talk a bit more? Kathryn asked.

"Yeah. All right. If you want to."

My heart was fluttering because I was finding this really exciting. I'd never talked to anyone about sex, especially someone who actually knew something, especially a girl.

At the back door, Kathryn softly said, "I'll be waiting for you," then leaned forward and kissed my cheek.

I remember thinking all through dinner that my best friend had actually kissed me. My dad asked if I was okay and I told him that I was just going over some study questions in my head. If I wanted that scholarship than I had to do well! Both my parents smiled at me, little suspecting that what I was actually thinking about was Kathryn masturbating.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

We were much more at ease that evening. Funny how much things can change in just a few hours.

We again sat in the basement at opposite ends of the sofa. Kathryn had made brownies. She told me all sorts of things that had been in the Kinsey book and several others she'd read. She knew a lot more about sex than anyone I'd run into.

"I have a really, really big favor to ask you," Kathryn said after we'd been talking about two hours. I noticed that her face was really flushed again and her breathing seemed fast. "It's a really big favor."

"What?"

"Would you...would you show me your, um, penis?"

She was being more careful this time and had waited until I'd swallowed the last bite of a brownie and taken a swig of milk, because if she hadn't, I probably would have choked to death.


Kathryn's Question Ch. 02



Kathryn finally opened her eyes and looked up at me. "That was WAY better than I was expecting. I see now what you meant when you said that someone else's hand makes it feel completely different."

"I did okay?"

She beamed. "I'd say that was more than okay. The doctor is VERY impressed!"

It was all rather silly small talk, but I think we were both more than a little embarrassed by what had happened, so we stayed away from the more weighty topics. I really wasn't sure what she'd say if I expressed my feelings to her.

Picking up my watch from the floor, I said, "It's nearly 10:30. I should probably be getting home."

Kathryn sat up. "Will you come back tomorrow?"

"What time?"

"How about 7:00? That will give us some time before my parents get home. I asked them to call when they're setting out, so we'll know when to expect them." She flashed a distinctly evil grin I was to become very familiar with. "The doctor has more plans for her subject."

I lay in my bed for a long time that night, trying to come to grips with the day's events.

Next morning, in order not to make my mom suspicious, I made like I was going fishing, something I often did in good weather. I headed out the front door with rod and tackle box, walked around the block and got to Kathryn's house a little past 6:30. Her shade was still down, so a picked up a few pebbles and threw them at her window, something we'd always done. I didn't want to wait for the appointed hour.

A moment or two later, the shade went up. Kathryn must have been kneeling, her elbows resting on the window sill. Her bare shoulders made me aware she was probably naked. (Another surprise about my closest friend. How long had she been doing this?) Her long hair was sleep-tousled but her eyes were sparkling. It suddenly dawned on me that she'd become a woman somewhere along the line and stupid me had never noticed.

"What are you doing out there?"

I looked at the rod and tackle box I was holding. "This? I thought my mom would question why I was coming here so early."

Her face had an inscrutable expression. "What are you planning to catch?"

I grinned up at her. "A mermaid?"

"Why don't you come in then, and we'll see how successful you are..."

I'd known for years that her family kept a spare key under the flowerpot by the back door, so with thumping heart, I let myself in.

My friend and I usually used the basement when we got together, and I'd seldom been in her bedroom. Once we got to a certain age, her parents, while not actively discouraging it, made it clear they'd rather we weren't up there. Until yesterday they'd had no reason to worry.

I found it had been repainted in cool blues with some pink accents, all distinctly feminine. Her bedspread was pink and blue, too, but I never noticed it at the time, because the sight that met my eyes when I got there, stopped me cold.

Kathryn had taken the time I'd been on my way up to brush her hair and make the bed. She was now lying sprawled out, naked as the day she was born, her hair like a halo around her head.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked, her voice low and full of lust.

I just stood in her doorway, drinking it all in. God, she was beautiful.

She rolled to the edge and sat up, feet on the floor. "Could I take your clothes off?"

"I'll do whatever the doctor orders," I answered thickly.

Kathryn padded over to me. Pulling my T-shirt out of my pants, she had it over my head in a moment. She kissed me right in the center of the chest. Her hair, just below my nose, smelled like wildflowers.

My sneakers were off and my belt loosened in short order. Then she stopped with her hands on the snap on my jeans. "You're already getting hard. The doctor approves."

I was indeed. It was such an erotic thrill to have this naked goddess kneeling in front of me as she pulled down the zipper and slid my jeans down my hips. Next came my briefs and my erection sprang free as joyously as it had the evening before. After slipping the pants over my feet and taking off my socks, she remained back on her heels, just staring at my cock.

"It's so beautiful," she murmured.

I stood there silently, my erection throbbing with each beat of my heart.

Kathryn seemed to be in a trance, as she examined my manhood closely, before reaching out her hand. "Mmm... So hard and yet so soft. I have to do this..." With that she leaned forward and kissed the tip.

Even though I was hoping she might, I couldn't believe she'd actually done it. In our local society, good girls didn't do things like that. There was one, rather plain and overweight, from across town who'd become infamous because she was willing to give blow jobs. It made her very popular, but gained her absolutely no respect. Behind her back, people ridiculed her. She could have a date any night she wanted, but no one would ever consider going steady with her.

Kathryn was looking up at me. "Robby, would you like me to take you in my mouth?"

"I...um..."

"Would you think less of me if I did this?"

Holding my cock at its base, she leaned forward and about three inches disappeared inside her pursed lips. When I felt her tongue move underneath, I jumped involuntarily. She immediately slid back.

"Did I hurt you?"

"Um, no. Just surprised me, that's all. Look, Kathryn---"

She looked up again. "I want you to call me Kathy when we're doing stuff like this."

"Why?"

"Because Kathy's my name when I'm being naughty."

This may have been the most surprising thing she'd said yet. I had no idea my friend even thought about sex, and in the past day, not only had I found out VERY differently, but she knew far more than I did.

"You actually want to give me a blow job?"

"Why do you say it that way? It's not such a bad thing, is it?"

I was flabbergasted. "It's just that girls like you---"

"Girls like me don't do things like this?" She took me in her mouth again, and this time the fluttering of her tongue on the sensitive part just under the head sent me through the roof. The feeling was indescribable.

Looking down, I could only see the top of her head, but as she worked with her hand as well as her mouth, I longed to see what this looked like. Reaching down, I pushed her hair back over her shoulders and held it.

"Thanks," she said, removing me from her mouth. "It was getting in my way."

It was hard to believe that this girl I THOUGHT I knew was actually giving me a blow job. And I hadn't even had to ask. 

Without conscious thought, my hips began rocking as I felt an orgasm building. From her enthusiastic sucking and licking, Kathryn seemed to be enjoying what she was doing.

Right at the end, it came to me that she needed to be warned. I didn't think she'd want to swallow what was coming.

"Kathryn, ah, Kathy, I'm about to come. You better stop or---"

That's as far as I got. She grabbed my hips so I couldn't pull away and fluttered her tongue underneath the head of my cock. I couldn't help it. With a loud groan I began cumming harder than I ever had before.

Kathryn kept right with me, my cock buried in her mouth as it pulsed over and over and over. At one point she gagged a bit but didn't let go. I almost passed out.

Pulling away, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Holy cow! I think there was more of it than there was last night."

Lightheaded and unsteady, I stumbled over to her bed and flopped back. "My God..." was all I could say.

She came over and lay down next to me, taking my hand. "The doctor observes that her subject had a really strong reaction to that."

"I may never recover."

"So I did a good job?"

"I can't believe you did that at all!"

Kathryn seemed suddenly unsure. "You don't really think any less of me, do you?"

I turned to face her, thinking for a minute. "No. Not really."

"As long as this remains our secret, I have no problem with it. Actually, it was kind of fun."

"Does semen taste, you know, yucky?"

She looked up at the ceiling, thinking. "Well, it's salty and thicker than I thought it would be, but it didn't taste bad, sort of tangy."

"Why did you do it?"

Now she turned and looked at me shyly. "With all the reading I've been doing, I wanted to try, partly because it's very, very naughty, and partly because I was just curious."

"So you liked it?"

"Yeah. I liked it a lot, especially when you started thrusting. That really got me excited."

"Do you always sleep with no clothes on?"

She giggled. "No. But after last night and with no one home, I wanted to do it. Actually after you left, I had to play with myself again."

I pulled her to me and kissed her hard. This time there was no hesitation or awkwardness. Our tongues got in on the action, too. I thought to myself how cool it was to be French-kissing someone. I didnÕt even think of the semen sheÕd just swallowed.

It was easy to tell how turned on Kathy was. She practically dragged my hand down to her breast while her other hand felt around for my stiffening cock.

"Ohh...that feels so good," she sighed. "Please suck on them."

I didn't need any encouraging and for the next several minutes she gave me a running commentary on what felt good and what didn't. I noticed that as her nipples became more engorged, the harder she wanted me to suck.

Getting overly enthusiastic, I bit one. Not hard, but she definitely felt my teeth. She jumped a mile.

"I'm so sorry!" I said.

"You didn't hurt me. I was just startled, that's all." Then a grin suffused her face. "Actually, I think I had a small orgasm." She pushed my head down. "The doctor wants you to try that again. Work me up and then try a small nip."

We spent at least a half hour working that out. While her breasts weren't huge like the bunnies I'd seen occasionally in friends' copies of Playboy, they were wonderfully soft. Her nipples were a revelation. I know now that they were longer than average and also thicker. I found it fascinating the way the skin around the nipple puckered.

I'd worked Kathy into a frenzy by this point. For the past several minutes her body had been moving, sort of like the thrusting I'd done into her mouth earlier.

"Robby, I really, REALLY have to cum!"

"Haven't you been doing that?"

"Those are just little tremors. I want an earthquake! I NEED an earthquake!"

I started to move my hand down, but she grabbed it.

"No. Would you like to, um, do what I did to you?"

"You mean use my mouth?"

"Yesss!" she hissed. "That would be so naughty!"

I hesitated, not having any idea what that would be like. I thought of the fact that women pee from down there, forgetting that she had faced the same thing when she'd done me.

"Please, Robby! I really want you to."

It would give me a chance to look at a real woman close up, something any kid would be curious about, but I had no idea what to do.

It was like she read my mind. "I'll tell you what feels nice. Okay?"

As I moved down the bed, Kath pulled her knees up and apart and reached down with both hands to open herself up. I got down between and just stared.

"What?" she asked, putting her head up.

"It's, well, a lot different than what I was expecting."

Since she didn't have a lot of pubic hair and had very thick outer and inner lips, her sex was quite impressive. Labia, I remembered they were called. Everything looked swollen and hot and coated with her liquid. At the bottom was that holy of holies: her opening and the source of a trickle of milky white fluid. The scent rising from her genitals was intoxicating.

"What do I do?"

She giggled. "The doctor isn't really sure, but I'd suggest you use your tongue."

"Where?"

"I guess mostly around the top where my clitoris is."

She indicated by moving her hands farther apart. This exposed a small red button about the size of the tip of my little finger at the top of her inner lips. This must have been the hard thing I'd felt the evening before.

I lay down between Kathy's legs and lowered my head.

"Try licking from the bottom to the top," she said. "Oh yes...That's very nice."

Her lubrication tasted as good as it smelled and I quickly became an aficionado of "eau de femme". While Kath seemed to like me licking around her opening, she went positively crazy when my tongue hit her clitoris. I quickly worked out that if I made my tongue very soft and wide and swirled it around that hard little nub, her hips would begin churning almost immediately. But then there was that liquid at the bottom...

"Robby, don't tease me like this!" she said when I'd moved my tongue away for about the fifth time. "Stay at the top. Please!"

As I moved my tongue up this time, Kathy pushed her hips against my mouth and grabbed my head. She was so swollen by this point, her lips stayed open.

"Oh, yes! That's it. Try taking my clit in your mouth...gently...mmmm..oh yes, that sucking is so nice. Oh my gosh, that's good. Keep doing that! I'm going to...going to...AAAAAHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

I tried to stay with her flailing body but couldn't. Her spasms lasted for at least ten seconds after which time she just collapsed back and lay there. I rested my cheek on her inner thigh and watched her pussy continue to pulse gently. There was a huge wet spot underneath her on the sheets.

"I may never be able to focus my eyes again," she finally sighed. "That was incredible."

"I did okay?"

She gently touched my cheek. "Silly boy..."

We lay next to each other as I stroked her hair and kissed her face. "I think I've fallen in love with you, Katherine."

She smiled. "I think I've always been in love with you. I just didn't know it until recently."

"How long?"

"Several weeks. You were just to dumb to notice. Or maybe I wasn't flashing the right signs." She reached up and touched my face. "I'm not very experienced at this love thing."

I kissed her nose. "I think the doctor is doing very, very well. And I'm happy to be her test subject."

The phone rang and Kathryn leaped from the bed and disappeared from the room. Her rear end moved deliciously.

I lay back on the bed, hands behind my head with the biggest shit-eating grin on my face. This had to be the best weekend ever.

She appeared back in the doorway and stopped. "What are you thinking?"

"That I have to be about the luckiest guy on the planet. Who was on the phone?"

"My folks. They're just setting out." She came over and sat next to me, her hand gently stroking my cock which began rapidly expanding. "That gives us at least five hours more..."

I grinned. "To do what?"

"I think more of the same is in order. The doctor wants to verify the results of her last experiments.

"Come down here and let me kiss you first."

We each came twice more before time ran out. Kath got busy laundering her sheets and I reluctantly returned home without any fish for the first time ever. I think my mom might have begun suspecting something because I was not in a bad mood because of my lack of fishing success.

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Kathryn and I decided that for public consumption we would play our growing relationship very cooly. There was certainly no sense in making ourselves the targets of more ridicule at school. We also felt is was better if our parents didn't know, either, because then we'd be constantly subjected to, "Where are you going and what are you doingÓ? And we certainly didn't want ANYONE to know what we were getting up to while we were together.

For the moment, with the end of our senior year coming up fast, it made sense that we'd spend a lot of time together studying, and although we were confined to her basement where anyone could come down at any moment, it was better than my living room which was the other place we generally studied.

Fortunately, both Kathryn's mom and dad worked. If we raced home from school that gave us a good three hours of possible "sex time" as Kath called it. 

The problem was her sister Melanie. We never knew when she'd be around. One time, Kathy was being very naughty and had me pinned to the floor, riding my face with her juicy pussy (we both loved that term), when Mel came crashing in the back door, shouting for her sister.

Fortunately, I was still dressed, but Kathy had taken off her dress upstairs in order to surprise me. As Melanie trooped down the stairs, I sat on the sofa, putting a large physics text over my erection. Kath disappeared into the laundry room.

"Where's my sister?" Melanie asked.

"What?" I said, looking up with what I hoped was a convincingly startled expression. "She, um...I guess she's upstairs. I was reading over some stuff and..."

"Her dress was up in the kitchen."

"I'm in the laundry room folding up clothes," Kathryn called out.

Just then she came out and my eyes just about popped out of my head. With only Mel's clothes in there, she'd slipped on a pair of her jeans. Being at least 4" taller than her sister, on Kathryn they looked as if they'd been painted on. On top was a T-shirt so tight it was clear she wasn't wearing her bra. Her sexy belly button peaked out in the gap between the T-shirt and jeans.

The effect was stunning.

"So what do you think, Mr. Wiseacre?" Kath said somewhat harshly. "Still think I shouldn't wear more casual clothes?" Then she pretended to notice her sister. "Oh hi, Mel. Hope you're not mad I have your clothes on. Robert said he didn't think I'd look good in jeans."

I tried to read her sister's face. Was she going to swallow this?

"Gee, Kay, no. In fact you look pretty cute. I always said you should dress up more."

I could detect something in her voice, but what? Would she say something to her folks? Mel could sometimes be a bit odd.

"I'll be upstairs. Jason said he'd call before dinner." She turned for the stairs. "Don't get into any trouble down here, you two. And Kay, I'll take your dress up to your room for you."

With that she left.

"She suspects something," I said.

Kathryn shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not. I'll have to talk to her. Don't worry, Robby; the doctor will take care of it." Standing in front of me, she put her hands on her hips, her head cocked to the side. "So what DO you think?"

"IÕm really worried. What if she tells your folks?"

"No, silly! I meant what do think about how IÕm dressed!"

I looked her over carefully, making sure she could tell I was devouring her with my eyes. For all her outward confidence, it was easy to see that Kathy could be very unsure about her body.

Today, kids would say she looked "super hot" or maybe "bitchin". To me, she looked like a goddess. Anybody who knew her wouldn't believe it. As she gazed down at my hardening erection, her nipples grew noticeably and I detected a bit of a wet spot in her crotch.

"You don't have any underwear on, do you?"

Her voice was thick. "There wasn't any time. Besides, I don't think I would have been able to fit anything under these jeans," she answered, undoing the snap. "So how do I look?"

"Like any guy's wet dream. Those jeans look amazing on you."

Kathryn's smile was huge. "You really mean it?"

I pointed down to my crotch where my own jeans were being stretched uncomfortably.

Then for the first time I saw that delightful little shimmy women do when they take off tight pants. It's quite unconscious but truly heat-producing. Kathryn was an expert from the get-go, although she only found out later what a turn-on it was for me.

The jeans dropped to the floor and she stepped out of them. Her eyes as she looked at me were hooded with lust. There was only one thing she wanted.

"Make me orgasm. I want your mouth on me."

With that, she flopped down next to me on the old sofa, turning sideways and laying her head on the padded arm. One leg she threw over the back and the other rested on the floor. Opening herself with both hands I could see her swollen clitoris and the flow coming from her vagina. Everything was red.




Kathryn's Question Ch. 02



"Suck me off!"

Who was I to argue with a woman in obvious need?

Kathryn came quick and hard. Normally, I would have stopped, but that time I kept on. She came repeatedly, and had to turn her head into the sofa pillow so her moans wouldn't be heard by Melanie upstairs.

Her hips churned and humped at my face and I happily licked up all the nectar I could. By the time she pushed my face away, I'd counted three orgasms. She lay there trembling and bathed in sweat.

With her eyes shut and legs splayed open, I slipped my jeans down and lay on top of her, kissing her mouth and throat. Kathryn was practically purring. Her body, even though the T-shirt still covered her top, felt wonderful.

"What got into you just now?" I asked.

"Hmmm. I don't really know. I think it was almost getting caught by Mel. If she had come in quieter, she could have gotten partway down the stairs and we never would have noticed her. She would have seen me humping your face. That got me really excited.

"Then I had those jeans on. In my state, they felt wonderful on my crotch. And the way you looked at me. You were like a lion sizing me up for dinner."

"I didn't mean to be."

"It made me all tingly."

She shifted a bit under me to get more comfortable and the head of my cock slipped down between her lips. We both felt it immediately. All it would take is one little push... God, she looked so desireable.

Kathryn pulled back. "Robby, we can't. You know that."

"Come on," I almost whined. "Just a little."

"No. We've been through this before. I'm not, well, ready to do it. Besides, it's dangerous. What would we do if I got pregnant?"

"You're right, I guess."

I pulled away and sat there, a bit confused. Kathy could be so hot, so demanding, but yet this was one place where she stood remarkably firm.

She sat up and cuddled against me. "I'm not saying we'll never do it, Robby. It's just that now is not the right time. When we do "it", I want it to be special. I want something we'll remember always. Not just a quick in and out, and then worrying for weeks that I might be pregnant. No thanks!"

"We could use a rubber."

She touched my face tenderly. "No. When you put it in me, it's you I want to feel, skin to skin. Don't you like all the other things we've been doing? Don't you like it when I do this?" She reached out a stroked my raging hard-on. "Or when I do this?"

She scooted off the sofa and knelt between my legs. Lowering her head slowly, she took as much of me into her mouth as she could. With both hands, she stroked my cock and played with my balls, and in about ten seconds, I forgot all about my disappointment.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

The next five days our relationship took a strange turn -- strange for me, that is: it was the first time I'd experienced a woman's period.

I hadn't seen Kathryn that morning because she had to be at school early for a band rehearsal. We ususually sat together at lunch and chatted, but that day she was fairly quiet. I thought she was mad or let down with me for badgering her the previous evening. I didn't know what to say.

Since it was Friday, she had to work at the library and she'd probably close up alone. This was my chance to get a look at some of her "sex books", something I was quite eager to do. We planned for me to meet her at 9:00 to walk her home.

She came out promptly with her book bag looking pretty heavy.

"Did you get some?"

"I took the ones I thought you'd be most interested in, but they have to be back first thing in the morning. They'd be missed for sure. I hope you're a speed reader," she grinned.

My parents were out, as were my two brothers, so we sat in my living room. The books were everything Kathryn had described. I couldn't believe people did some of the things they said were done. One woman and a dozen men? Sure, I'd heard stuff whispered in the locker room about things like that but I thought it was just fairy tales.

Other things, though, really fired my imagination -- and my libido. Kathryn, instead of enjoying the books with me (which I'd expected), sat off to the side watching me.

"Are you mad at me for last night?" I finally asked.

She shook her head.

"What's wrong then?"

"Melanie knows what we were doing downstairs. And she did watch -- that last time."

"Is she going to tell on us?" I asked, very alarmed.

"No. But we had a long talk."

"Good or bad?"

"Good, I guess. She made me tell her everything."

"Everything?" Panic hit me right in the gut "She's not going to tell our folks, is she?"

"No, she won't."

This was a lot for me to absorb. One slip and we'd both be in a ton of trouble. I was not happy.

"Is that why you're so quiet today?"

"Partly... I also got my period this morning."

I knew what that meant on a technical level, but I wasn't prepared for Kathryn to be so down.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

She rolled her eyes. "I HAVE had a period or two before this, you know. It's just that they're a pain, literally and figuratively. It also means we can't do as much as we have been the past few days."

By the end of the evening, I was pretty keyed up by all I had read. I thought the idea of nymphomania was pretty cool. Kathy seemed almost like that sometimes. I also never realized how many positions you could make love in. Kath at least showed some interest in this.

I said, "I think the one where the woman rides the man sounds really interesting. It would be sort of like when you sit on my face."

She playfully swatted my arm. "You just think that because you're inherently lazy."

We began kissing. I was really confused by Kath's rapid changes in mood and put it down to "hormones". I'd find out much later what it actually was.

Kathy could definitely make out. She had a very long tongue and used it well, and I loved the way she'd trap my tongue and suck on it. My cock got hard pretty quickly, and she rubbed it for awhile but didn't take it out.

"My folks won't be home for quite some time and we'll hear them long before they come in the house," I said. "My brothers are up at a friend's cabin. They won't be back before Sunday."

"All this reading has given me some ideas. Could we do some experimenting?"

"So the doctor is in?" I joked.

She got off the sofa and stood in front of me, mock severity on her face. "Take your pants off, young man!"

Knowing that this could be good, I quickly did as I was told.

"I want you to tell me exactly how everything I do feels, okay?"

"Sure."

She got some hand cream from her purse and squeezed out a generous amount.

For the next half hour, she tugged, stroked and squeezed on all parts of my penis, saying things like, "How does this compare to this? And when I do this? Or this?"

It all sounds very clinical and detached, but it was anything but. Her skillful hands had me twitching every which way, but she wouldn't let me cum.

One side benefit is that I also was also learning what I liked and didn't like. Firm pressure and tugging felt great. Sometimes she'd drag one finger very slowly up the underside of my penis and by the time she got to that spot under the head, I was almost ready to cum.

Then she went out to the kitchen for a wet rag and towel and proceeded to do the same thing, but using just her mouth, then her mouth and her hands. All through this she tortured me by stopping just below the crest.

"Now I want to try this," she said as she pushed me down on the sofa.

Kneeling between my legs she slid about 4" of my cock into her mouth. Then she withdrew and did the same thing again, taking a deep breath between strokes. As I watched, more and more of my cock slipped inside and I could feel myself sliding into what I assumed was her throat.

After about five minutes of this slow and steady work, she had my entire length in her mouth and throat. Looking up at me, I could see the triumph in her eyes. With that, she withdrew and plunged forward again. Underneath, her tongue slithered and flicked at my erection. The sensation was beyond anything I'd experienced yet.

She kept up a slow and rhythmic movement, just enough to keep me in a state of utmost excitement, but never enough to orgasm.

Finally she leaned back on her heels. Her face was red and glowing from her efforts as she wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. "How was that, Tiger?"

I didn't know what to say. I don't think I ever had to come that badly before. "That's it? You're not going to finish me off?"

"I just wanted to see if I could do it, she said, then grinned. "Of course I'm not going to leave you hanging! I just needed a bit of a breather. Now lie back and shut your eyes. I think I'm beginning to understand what you like."

With that she slid my entire cock into her mouth and took me to heaven.

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The next four days were pretty well like that. We'd been intimate for over a week now. While we experimented with how she liked her breasts played with, and made out a lot, I was getting desperate for a taste of Kathy's honey, despite all the wonderful things we were both learning. I so much enjoyed making her orgasm, the more violently, the better.

My period will be over soon," she said, and patted me on the head playfully. "Believe me, I want to feel your tongue just as much as you want to taste me!"

The ongoing problem was trying to find a place and time when there weren't people around who might catch us. Melanie seemed to be hanging around the house a lot more. I'd thought she'd be eager to see all her old friends, maybe get a summer job, but no. She was usually home and it was getting irritating.

We began to be more creative. I could occasionally borrow my dad's car and we did that on the fifth night, finding a quiet spot in a small park at the far end of town. Not many of the kids used it for parking because the cops checked the place often (probably for that reason), but we left our car on a side street about a quarter of a mile away and walked in. At the far end of the park, far away from the road that ran through it and most of the picnic tables, we found a very secluded spot, sheltered by trees. It had a lone picnic table in the center.

We'd been walking with our arms around each other, occasionally stopping for kisses, and Kathy seemed very eager. Several times she'd bit my lips and neck and one time almost sucked my tongue out of my mouth.

Little time was wasted when we found our "spot". We were all over each other. Kath had her dress over her head in less than a minute, and to my delight, the faint moonlight showed there was nothing under it. To our right a small stream babbled and the frogs set up a noisy thrumming.

"It feels so good to be naked outdoors!" she said, spinning around on the grass, arms outstretched. "I wonder why we have to wear clothes all the time? Come on slow poke, get those things off. I want to see you naked in the moonlight!"

Trying to do it too quickly, I made a hopeless mess of pulling my jeans over my sneakers, but was treated to Kath making like a wood nymph, dancing over the small grassy area. That sight was engraved on my memory and is with me still, as fresh today as when it happened.

Once free of my clothes, the cool breeze did feel very nice and as Kath came close I grabbed her in, she molded her body against me and I could feel her long nipples hard against my chest. As we kissed, she wrapped one leg around mine and was humping against me. The space around us was electrified.

"Lie down on the picnic table, Robby."

I did as ordered and Kathy surprised me when she climbed up also, but facing the other way. Having read her "library books", I had a good idea what was coming, but the reality of doing a 69 with such a hot woman went far beyond what I'd imagined -- and believe me, I have a good imagination!

Kath's pussy was actually dripping as she put one leg over my head. I loved the way being on her knees opened everything up. Her clit was exposed, throbbing and very hard, as was my cock, as we both attacked with our tongues.

I don't know if I brought her off, or she brought herself off using my tongue, mouth and nose, but within only about three minutes, she had a violent orgasm. The way she collapsed down on me, I couldn't breathe at first, but as I struggled to get her to move, I was thinking, "What a way to die!"

As soon as she recovered, we started all over again. This time I took it slower, but she still came before I could. Actually, I think what I was doing felt so good, she really wasn't concentrating on me. That was all right. I'd had her undivided attention for the past four days.

After her second massive orgasm, I crawled out from under her, helping her to stretch out on her back on the table.

"You look so beautiful like that," I said as I kissed her forehead.

She smiled dreamily, lost in a sexual fog.

Eventually, Kathy sat up and looked around. "This is such a perfect night, isn't it? You couldn't ask for a better one." Swiveling carefully, she sat on the table with her feet on one of the benches. "Come and sit next to me."

It seemed pretty surreal sitting there in the park with no clothes on, chatting about school, the upcoming summer holiday, everyday stuff really. Anyone could have walked in on us, but to be quite honest, I got the impression that Kath couldn't have cared less. She seemed so comfortable with herself. I think that was the biggest difference between us. I hadn't yet come to grips with all that had been happening, actually being naked in front of a woman. I LOVED what had transpired, but was I comfortable? No. I guess it was residual guilt. Something like that.

Kathy was ready to go again and signaled it by kissing me deeply, her tongue plunging into my mouth. Our hands got busy too, and she soon had me ramrod stiff, and I played with her alabaster-hard nipples.

"Pull them! Twist them!" she moaned into my mouth. "Oh God, that feels so good!"

She stopped stroking me and got up. "I want that thing in my mouth -- all the way." Kathy's eyes smoldered with sexual heat as she stood in front of me, staring down at my cock. "It really is gorgeous. Such a big head and long, hard shaft, and yet so soft to the touch." She reached out lovingly with her hand. "I love cocks."

I lay back a bit, propping myself on my elbows and watched as she knelt between my legs. Wrapping both of her warm hands around the base of my cock and balls, she began by licking from top to bottom, getting it nice and juicy. I anticipated what was coming, my heart beating fast.

With a look of utmost concentration, she lowered her head, leaning forward to make her throat straight, and engulfed my straining erection. Moving slowly she went all the way to the bottom in one move, something she'd never accomplished before.

I could feel everything: her lips, tongue and throat as they all closed on my cock. It was hard not to tip my head back and close my eyes, enjoying it all, but I wanted to watch this amazing female as she worked her magic.

You have to remember that this was long before "Deep Throat" came out. There was no mention of this sort of thing in any of the books I'd seen and I'd never heard of any girl in town who could or would do something like this. To watch my cock slowly disappear in and out of Kathy's mouth and to feel her tongue slithering along the underside remains for me the pinnacle of eroticism.

Kathy's concentration was complete as she observed my reaction to everything she did. Each time she'd come out there would be a pause for a big breath, then she'd lean forward and work her mouth magic. Her lips would grip me fairly hard and I could swear she'd close her throat around my cock. Over the past few days, she'd worked out just how fast to do it so that she could hold me off for quite a long time. I swear to God the hair on the back of my neck was standing up.

Finally, she decided to put me out of my misery and sped up slightly while massaging my balls with one hand. Just as I was about to erupt, she touched a finger to my rectum.

I don't know if it was the night, being naked outdoors, the long build-up to my release or the shock of her touching that most taboo of areas, but I bellowed like a bull as a torrent of semen was unleashed from my cock. Kath had timed it perfectly, taking a huge breath before driving me in to the root while my cock spasmed at least ten times directly down her throat.

When she finally let me slide out, there were tears in her eyes from the effort and a huge smile on her face.

"I thought I was going to lose it there," she said. "Your pubic hair was really tickling my nose!"

I was completely spent for the moment, but I managed to croak out, "I loved that, and I adore you."

She leaned forward and held me as I tried to get my eyes to focus.

I thought we were finished for the night when I got up, but Kathy immediately jumped up on the picnic table, this time from the side, laying down flat but with her feet up on the edge. Her legs opened obscenely. "I want you to do me again."

"Really? Okay, if you think you can take it."

As I drew my tongue up the length of her slit as slowly as she'd taken me in a few minutes earlier, Kath was already squirming.

"That is SO good, Robby. You do me so well. Mmmm... Just like that. Slowly. Ohhhhh..."

Her clit was already quite hard when I finally sucked it into my mouth and rolled it slowly with my lips. Her hips went crazy, thrusting at me and her head was rolling from side to side on the table in her ectasy. I felt inordinately proud of myself that I could drive her to such heights. Just when I thought she was about to cum, she pushed my head away.

"Put it in, Robby. Put it in."

Stupidly, I said, "What?"

"Your cock. Inside me. I want you to make love to me."

I thought she'd taken leave of her senses, especially after the last talk we'd had on the subject. From the times I'd felt the same urge were when she'd driven me almost to the point of no return. I knew what she was experiencing.

"Are you sure that's a good idea, Kathy? I mean---"

She propped herself up on her elbows staring wildly at me. "I know what I'm doing! I just finished my period, Robby. It would be almost impossible for me to get pregnant tonight. Do you want to make love or not?"

"Of course I do, but---"

"No. No 'buts'. I wouldn't take this risk if I didn't know the percentages. I DON'T want to get pregnant, but I DO want to feel you inside me. Don't be so cautious," she said more gently. "It will be all right. I promise."

I smile now when I think of that exchange. Our roles were completely reversed from any other couple I've ever heard of.

Kathy lay down again and reached down between her legs. With one hand, she held herself open, and with the first two fingers of her other hand, she started tracing slow circles around her engorged clit.

Her expression was one of pure lust. "C'mon Robby. I've been thinking about this all week. It's my special surprise for you." She seemed to get lost for a moment in the sensations she was causing with her fingers. Mmmm. I'm very close now. You don't want to be a virgin anymore, do you? Make a woman of me and I'll make you a man. I love you. I want to make love with you. Now."

"You're sure?"

"I'm sure."

I stepped forward as she pulled her legs up and back, holding them with her hands. Her gash glistened in the moonlight.

"Just go slowly. You're rather large, you know."

This was something I'd read in the Kinsey book. 8" is about 2 1/2 past the average. Kathy had never mentioned the fact before now, although she undoubtedly knew it. As for thickness, I'd never thought of measuring that, but I knew I wasn't skinny.

As soon as she felt my erection touch her open slit, Kath grabbed me. "Let me do it."

"This is going to hurt you, isn't it?"




Kathryn's Question Ch. 02



"Yes, but only for a moment, my love, only a moment."

She began rubbing my cock up and down her slit, getting the end of it coated with her fluids. Then she brought it down to her opening.

"Push slowly."

I did, but nothing happened at first. Kathy was now up on her elbows again, and both of us were looking at the same thing.

"A little more...that's it..."

All at once her opening dilated and the head of my cock popped into her vagina. The feeling of her tightness cannot be described.

"Wait there for a moment," she said, her brow furrowed in concentration. "Let me get used to it... Okay, push a little more. Good. Now back out a bit and push again."

I did and moved in a small amount further. That's when I hit her hymen.

"Give me a minute, Robby," she said as she began to play with herself again.

I watched as I felt my cock's head squeezed by her tightness.

She began breathing harder and I could tell she was getting close again. All at once she heaved herself towards me. For a moment nothing happened and then I slid forward another few inches.

"Ahhhh..."

I started to pull out.

"No, stay there. It's okay. Just give me a minute."

Kathy lay back, panting, her eyes looking up into the infinity of the night sky. "It's so right to be out here doing this," she murmured. "Okay pull out a bit again, then go in slowly."

"Does it hurt?"

"Only a little," she answered with a tight smile. "Now move in and out, slowly."

"Can I push in farther?"

"You'd better!"

After maybe a dozen or so strokes, I was buried to the root. Stopping, we both looked down.

"I guess this means we're not virgins anymore," I said.

"I can't believe you went in so easily. I feel so full, it's incredible." She looked up at me. "I'm glad it's you this first time."

"I am too."

She grinned at me. "Now get busy!"

The first time in your life is unforgettable. I'm sure most first times aren't all that enjoyable, though, because generally young couples have no idea what they're doing. In those days, books on sex were few and far between, and even though we'd read a lot, we still had no idea of the finer details that come with experience.

Her vagina felt even better than I had imagined it would, tight and warm and resisting my thrusting in the most incredible way. Kath had her hands out, gripping the sides of the table so she could push herself at me, which she did with more and more force, the hotter she got.

I'm not saying we did the best job ever, but we both came, and it was very good. By the time I did, we were going at it pretty hard, both of us grunting as our bodies collided. Kath had put her legs on my shoulders and I was holding her waist. Down between her legs, her hand was busy.

"I'm going to...cum," I told her feeling the tightness in my balls. "I should pull out."

"Don't you dare! I want all of you tonight."

With that comment, she did something inside and tightened up even more. I pushed forward, once, twice and then came.

"I can feel you throbbing inside me, Robby! I can feel it. Ohhhhhh..."

Kathy's orgasm was not her biggest but it lasted for a long time. Her pussy continued to pulsate around my softening erection for several minutes.

Eventually, I pulled out and watched as a stream of semen oozed from her.

"I hope we just didn't do something we'll regret."

"Robby, I will never regret what we did for a moment. It was beautiful."

"You're a woman now."

"And you're a man. Hold me, Robby. Hold me tight."

I picked her off the table and sat down on one of the benches. As we were kissing and snuggling, I thought I saw movement off under the trees. Somebody had been watching us.

Although I was alarmed, there wasn't much I could do. First of all, I didn't want to ruin the moment for Kathryn, and second, I couldn't just run after the bastard with no clothes on.

Instead, I told Kathryn how much I loved her.

As things turned out, I should have been very concerned.



Kathryn's Question Ch. 03



That first time making love opened up the flood gates for us. Luckily the school year was pretty much finished or I'm sure our grades would have suffered.

Spooked by the fact that someone had overheard us, I talked Kathryn into getting dressed, much to her disappointment. Not wanting her to know that we'd been spied on, I made up some excuse about needing to get home to do something.

"You're not feeling guilty, are you?" she asked as we walked home.

"No, no, nothing like that," I replied, although that wasn't completely truthful. "Do you?"

She pulled herself against me, hip bouncing off mine with each step. "I might have been if it hadn't been so overwhelmingly fantastic! I've read that often the first time can be disappointing, especially if the lovers aren't very experienced."

That was the first time either of us had used the word "lovers" and it made my heart skip a beat.

Next night, we returned to the park, this time armed with a blanket and some bug repellant (both of us had gotten pretty badly bitten the night before). Kathryn told me she would certainly be safe for one more night, but I think some of that was wishful thinking. Truth was, we both wanted lots more of what we'd discovered, and were stupidly willing to take chances.

"Our spot" was once again vacant, but under the guise of having to use the washroom, I reconnoitered the area to make sure we really were alone.

Kath had her dress off and was lying on the blanket spread on top of the picnic table, waiting for me in glorious nakedness. Her right hand was busy, though, between her legs which caused my cock to immediately stiffen alarmingly.

The nearly full moon scudded in and out of the clouds so that sometimes I could hardly see her and other times she stood out like an alabaster statue. I stayed back in the shadows of some nearby trees and watched.

As her arousal grew, Kath's legs opened wider and her hips began to move. Little groans and gasps of pleasure escaped her lips and with her free hand she tugged hard on her nipples. Eventually, she used that hand to open her labia farther as two fingers of her other one began a slow circular motion around her inner lips and clit, frequently dipping into her pussy for more moisture.

I was fascinated secretly watching her like this. There was something incredibly erotic about observing a woman pleasuring herself and so obviously enjoying what she was doing. Concentrating on every detail of what she did, I burned them into my memory so that next time I'd be able to please her in just the ways she liked.

Slipping out of my clothes, I had my rock hard shaft in my hand, stroking in time to her movements, but carefully keeping my own arousal well below the boiling point.

Kath's hips were now bucking insistently and it was time for me to move. I stepped out of my hiding place and approached the bench. Her eyes were closed and her breath came raggedly from her open mouth, punctuated by soft moans and gasps.

Stepping between her legs, I pulled the blanket forward and as my erection touched her open lips, Kath let out a deep groan. Just as I was about to lean in, she curled her toes around the edge of the table pushed herself against me hard.

Even with her juices flowing freely, her opening resisted the invasion of my cockhead for a moment, before it popped in.

"More," she groaned. "I need more."

I pushed forward and about 3 inches slid into her tightness. The feeling was even more intense than the evening before.

Kath immediately started spasming, her body wracked with passion as it arched off the table until the only points of contact were her feet pushing against the edge, and the back of her head. The hand rubbing her clitoris was a blur.

"AHHHHHhhhhhhhhh...' she groaned in one very long exhalation, obviously trying to keep the noise of her orgasm down. Her body shook so hard, I almost fell out.

As she slowly came down from her sexual high, I held myself in her, not moving but just enjoying the rhythmic spasms of her pussy. When these began slowing and her body had relaxed back onto the surface of the picnic table, I began to slowly move and with each stroke moved imperceptively forward.

Neither of us spoke for the next few minutes and Kath's eyes remained closed as I worked my full length into her.

When our pubes finally met, she opened her eyes and smiled. "It doesn't even slightly hurt tonight."

"It feels good?"

"The doctor thinks it feels VERY good," she sighed.

Then a look of concentration came over her face. Her vagina squeezed me to the point where I didn't think I could move it. The feeling was indescribable.

Reading my face, she teased, "Feels good, does it?"

In retaliation, I made my cock swell and watched her eyes get big. "Holy!" Then, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"That if I make it swell on the way in and you squeeze on the way out...?"

Kath nodded. "Exactly. The doctor wants to try it."

It took us several strokes to begin getting the rhythm working correctly, but the effects were really quite startling. With her up on her elbows and me looking down we watched our genitals do their thing. Since we were both feeling our way through this, I had to stroke slowly which allowed me not to blow my wad too soon. Little did I know that I was learning a very important lesson on self control.

Our conversation would have sounded hysterical if someone had overheard it. You'd think we were conducting a chemistry experiment. Perhaps we were.

"It looks like you're pulling me out with you," she commented.

As I pulled out just to the point where the bottom of my cockhead almost appear, Kath's inner lips would be clinging to my shaft, pulled away from her body by a good bit. As I shoved in, they'd disappear inside her and her clit would be pulled down to bounce along my shaft.

"That feels unbelievable," she gasped, and I had to agree.

"I wish I could see more. You're pretty hairy down there."

She looked up at me. "You think so? I suppose I could trim it." Her eyes got big. "Or I could shave it. Would you like that, Robby?"

This wasn't the norm back then. In fact I'd never heard of it, but the thought of seeing her pubic area in all its naked glory sounded very exciting. My cock swelled even more.

"Ohhh! The doctor thinks you like that idea. You like it a lot."

She pushed herself farther down the table so she could hold on to its bottom edge with her hands. I was gripping her ankles which were up by my shoulders and spread out so I could see what we were doing.

"Rob, I want you to fuck me hard. I need it hard. Do me, Robby! Do me!"

My gaze shifted up to her breasts which bounced deliciously with each collision of our bodies. Kath laid back and closed her eyes and wordless sounds came out of her mouth, sounds of a woman in heat, a woman bent on sexual satisfaction.

I held out for only about another minute. The final swelling of my cock as the first spasm shot semen far inside her caused her own orgasm to explode through her body. Kath again went rigid and shook uncontrollably and I felt something warm splash against my groin as I continued to push into her. She'd ejaculated too.

Finally, I stopped, buried balls deep. We were both dripping with sweat. 

She opened her eyes and smiled up at me. "That was only our second time. I wonder if it can get better than that. You might kill your doctor next time if it's any better."

"Imagine dying of pleasure."

"Mmmmm. What a way to go."

Seeing her lying in the moonlight, legs splayed open, a dreamy look on her face, I just had to kiss her and tell her how much I loved her, how much she meant to me.

One kiss led to another, then our hands got involved, my lips eventually found her breasts and nipples which I sucked and pulled on until she was gasping again with need. Her gentle hand had reached down and now had me at full steel erection.

This time she knelt on one of the picnic table's benches and I took her from behind. It was almost as good as the time before for me, but Kathy went over the moon with orgasm after orgasm until she almost fell over she'd gotten so weak.

As I wiped off the mess on her groin and legs with the towel, I asked if she was okay.

"I still can't focus my eyes, and my pussy feels like it's about to fall off, but that was simply amazing! When I tilted my pelvis just right, your cock was rubbing someplace that sent me over the moon. We have to experiment with that more!"

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

We were both rather late getting home that night, and since we had been out together, both sets of parents gave us the third degree. Kathryn told her mom that we'd just been walking and didn't realize we were so far from home when we checked the time. I told my mom we were over at a friend's house and didn't watch the time. Both let us know we were on a short leash, but fortunately they didn't compare notes or we would have been sunk.

The next day was the last day of school and like most of the other seniors, we skipped, the thought being, what could they do to us now? It was expected, if not officially sanctioned.

Kath's parents were both at work, and fortunately Melanie was off visiting a friend in the next town, so we had their house all to ourselves.

She didn't feel comfortable in her bedroom since we couldn't explain why I'd be on the second floor too, in case her mom or dad came home. They'd expect us to be in the basement anyway. That's where we always hung out.

Kath was again dressed in the tight jeans her sister had given her and also had on a tee shirt (no bra) that was about two sizes too small, and bare feet. She looked like a walking wet dream and I told her so.

"You really think I'm sexy?"

"Of course! Who wouldn't?"

"I've decided I like wearing clothes that, um, show me off like this."

"I like it, too."

Kath looked down at my crotch proprietarily and grinned. "I can see that."

"So what do you want to do?"

She flopped down on the couch. "I'd really like to fuck." My eyes must have showed my surprise at her blunt language because she laughed, then said, "You don't think I'm a slut, do you?"

I thought about that for a minute, not because I thought she was, but because I needed an adequate definition.

Kath took my silence the wrong way. "Well, do you?"

I sat next to her and took her hand. "A slut is a woman who will do anything with anyone. She isn't loyal and true to the person she loves – if she actually loves anyone. That definitely doesn't describe you. All the things we're doing are between two people who love each other. I could never love a slut, same as I could never imagine you being one. I think you're just a sexually charged woman, and that's one of the things I find so fascinating about you."

She looked down at the floor for several seconds. "But sometimes I almost can't control myself. You get me so hot and bothered, I feel like I'm going to burst."

I laughed. "And that's a bad thing?"

"It scares me."

"Then I'll always have to be there to protect you from yourself."

Kathryn threw her arms around me, smothering me with kisses. "Oh, love me, Robby, love me!"

"So it's still safe to make love?"

She shook her head. "I don't think so."

"I could always buy some rubbers."

"I don't think I'd like that."

"So what else do you want to do?"

She had an evil grin. "This..."

With that she started to pull off my tee shirt. In short order she had all my clothes off. There was something highly erotic about being completely naked with a completely dressed female. To this day, it really turns my crank and I can trace it back to that day in Kathryn's basement.

Reaching under the couch, she pulled out her bottle of hand lotion. "Prepare to be amazed."

She proceeded to blow my mind (although that's a term that hadn't yet been coined). Slathering her hands with cream she worked over my cock and balls, expertly pulling, rubbing, palming the head until my whole body was shaking, at which point, she'd back off. Then she'd do it all over again. After nearly a half hour of this, I was ready to do anything to have an orgasm.

Using my tee shirt, Kath wiped all the lotion from my cock and told me to lie on the floor. As she stood over me, removing her tee shirt, I could see she had a big wet mark on the front of her jeans. She was as turned on as I.

Peeling off her jeans with that enchanting wiggle, I saw that she didn't have any panties on. Even more amazing was that she'd shaved off all her pubic hair. Her vulva was swollen and red and obviously very moist and I could see it all.

She knelt beside my throbbing hard on. "Now here's what's going to happen. You're going to bring me off with your mouth and then I'm going to give you the best blow job ever."

Kath was in her dominating mood and swung one leg over my head without waiting for my answer. With her head down near my cock, she settled her slit over my face and sat down. "Now start licking!"

Man, was she wet and it was quite nice to lick her hairless pussy. I remember wondering whether any of my semen from the night before was flowing out of her into my mouth. That thought was a little off-putting but still sort of exciting, and I went at my job with gusto. Every now and then Kath would slide my cock into her mouth just to make sure she kept my cock erect to the point where it was almost painful.

She did the same thing to herself that she was doing for me: bringing herself to the point of orgasm and then backing off as she'd lift herself off my face and out of reach of my probing tongue.

"Slide a couple of fingers inside me," she ordered when she was up. "Farther in...more... Oh God! That's it. Rub me there!"

"There's like a little lump."

"Well, don't stop rubbing it!"

Kathy's whole body was trembling now. She had a death grip on my cock with both hands. The position was very awkward for my hand, but she was obviously enjoying what I was doing so much I didn't dare stop. The sound she was now making was a repetitive, "AH, AH, AH, AH..."

All of a sudden her body erupted and my face was drenched by a warm, thin liquid. It wasn't her normal juices and I thought for a horrible moment that she'd lost control of her bladder. It certainly wasn't urine, though. There was so much, though, that I felt as if I was drowning.

"Stop for a moment, Robby. It's too much!" I started to withdraw my fingers, but she stopped me with, "No!" A minute or so later, she said, "Can you keep your fingers where they are and still lick me? Oh! You can, clever boy. Okay, now do me with your mouth and rub inside with your fingers like you just did.

The results were even more hair-raising in that I seemed to luck into timing it just right so that she went off simultaneously from both forms of stimulation. Her orgasm went on and on as she again drenched my face with that liquid and her vagina clamped down hard on my fingers to the point where it was almost painful.

As the orgasm subsided, Kath collapsed on me and I realized she'd either fallen asleep or fainted again. The stomach-to-stomach contact at least let me know she was still breathing.

Carefully, I rolled her off me, and when I sat up, she was lying there with eyes closed and a huge smile on her face. I kissed each eyelid and then her mouth. Her eyes fluttered open.

"You are the best test subject ever," she said dreamily. "Doctor is going to hold on to you."

"Speaking of which, what are you going to do about me? I have the worst case of blue balls ever!"

"Oh, you poor dear! Doctor got carrried away with her own pleasure." She reached out for my cock. "Hmmm. I can think of something you'd like."

I thought for a moment that she might let me make love to her again until she told me to stand up. She had something almost as good in mind.

Kneeling in front of me, she leaned forward and slid my cock into her mouth, getting it nice and wet with her saliva. Each time she rocked forward, a little more disappeared into her mouth.

The effect of the movement was that her mouth and throat were almost in a line. The moisture helped lubricate my cock but it was still a struggle to get it into her throat and keep from choking. There were tears in her eyes from the effort.

She pulled me from her mouth and looked up. "I think I can do this now. I want you to make love to my mouth."

"What do you mean?" I asked obtusely.

An expression of exasperation flickered across her face. "I want you to fuck my mouth like you were fucking my pussy last night! Just go slow. I don't want to choke."

I realized my size made that a distinct problem. I still couldn't believe that she could take me in the way she did, but then Kathy did have a large mouth.

She wet me up again and then started her rocking motion. When she was ready, she stopped rocking and gripped my buttocks pulling me forward. My cock disappeared into her mouth right to the bottom. I got the message and put my hands on either side of her head.

Letting her control the rate of my thrusting by the pressure of her hands on my butt, I began fucking her mouth. She looked up at me with the oddest mixture of love and lust on her face. Every so often she'd have to take me out which prolonged the exquisite agony.

On the third time, I said, "I'm pretty close."

"Okay, go for it!"

Kath took a huge breath and slid me all the way in. This time she left her hands at her sides.

Knowing I didn't have much time, I did go for it and was rewarded a short time later by the most intense orgasm imaginable.

When it was over, I collapsed backwards onto the couch, completely spent. Kathryn climbed onto my lap.

"I may never move again. That was fantastic."

She nuzzled my chest as she put her arms around my neck. "I love you, Robert."

"And I love you, too."

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

The remainder of June and July were spent working and trying to find opportunities to be alone. We were both insatiable as far as sex went, and we both worked hard to please the other.

Kathryn was the instigator of a lot of our experiments (not that I needed a lot of encouragement to try new things) and some of them were quite wild. For instance, it was her who discovered that we both were turned on by bondage. That could be fraught with a lot more danger since the chances of getting caught were greater.

She got her greatest kick tying me to something, putting a blindfold on me, and then sexually torturing me for what seemed like hours, bringing me to the edge and then backing off until she had me absolutely begging for release. Eventually she'd put me "out of your misery" and gave me the most explosive orgasms, sometimes using her mouth, sometimes by means of her magic hands (or both!).

I also loved to please her orally, and while I'd tease her unmercifully, there wasn't that small edge of cruelty. No doubt Kath liked to push the envelope.

One of our best weeks (and where the bondage got started) was when my family went to the coast for a week's vacation. My parents were pretty disappointed when I begged off (claiming that I needed to earn as much as possible for the following school year), but it was really so Kath and I could spend the week with an empty house. We joked about how many orgasms we had and in how many rooms.

One outward change was that both our families soon guessed that we were "an item" (as her dad put it), so we could now walk around town holding hands. Soon enough everyone knew.

The other change was that Kathryn started wearing more revealing clothes and didn't do her hair up in braids anymore. I can't describe how proud I felt to be escorting this beauty around town.

Of course, that led to other guys bothering her. Disconcertingly, they were of all different ages, even pretty old, but she got hit on quite a lot. Blessed with a quick mind, she quickly became adept at turning them away, but never harshly.




Kathryn's Question Ch. 03



Our second "two special days" occurred towards late in July. It was at the end of the week where my family was away. Since Kathryn had been finishing her period, she'd gotten rather shortchanged on orgasms during the earlier part of the week.

"The doctor wants to try some of those positions they talk about in 'our books'," she said, "to make up for my lack of opportunities this week."

We had both taken Friday off, planning to spend the whole day making love. Some of the positions were rather silly or too athletic but we stoutly stuck to our research like good scientists. A couple were quite eye opening, though, especially when Kath climbed aboard to "ride my pole", as she put it. I can still see her, eyes closed, sweat on her brow as she rode me to three terrific orgasms, the final one being one of her "gushers".

As we lay next to each other, cooling down, she said, "I think that position position is one of my two favorites. It allows the woman to control the speed and depth, and it's also very easy to rub that special place inside. Mmmmm. That was so nice."

"What's your other favorite?"

"Having you take me from behind, and it's for a completely different reason. I feel sort of helpless, like you can do anything you want to me. I'm presenting my sex to you to do with as you like. That's the position where I like it rough."

I almost said, "Why you little slut," but wisely refrained. That term still caused Kathryn a lot of trouble. I never thought she was a slut, but I really didn't have another word for her when she was in heat.

On our second "sex day", we sadly had to work, but snuck home for a quickie at lunchtime, and raced home after work for another (she rode me again).

After dinner, I told her I had something special planned. When she came in the door, I put a blindfold on her, took off her tee shirt and bra, and pulling one of my neckties out of my pocket, quickly tied her hands behind her back.

"What are you going to do to me?" she asked in a nervous voice.

"You'll see," I whispered in her ear.

Taking her up to my room, she couldn't see that I'd brought a lot of soft nylon rope home from work. In short order, I had her tied helplessly to the bed. She was obviously very turned on with her upper body very flushed and her lubrication already dripping from her vagina.

That night I did sexually tease her to the point where she was gasping, absolutely begging me to fuck her. I discovered she loved her nipples to be pulled and twisted much harder than I thought would have been bearable. I also drove her insane by tickling her and that really surprised us both.

Finally, turning her ove, I refastened her to the bed with her arms stretched out, head down and her butt in the air. Her pussy was completely exposed and she could not move.

I leaned down and spoke into her ear. "Comfortable?"

"What are you going to do?" Kath sounded apprehensive, but also very turned on, her breathing rapid and shallow.

I positioned myself behind her. Having forced her to suck me to orgasm earlier, I was ready to mount her and ride hard and long.

As I rubbed her pussy with my cock to get it nice and lubricated, she groaned and rotated her hips down, exposing herself even more.

I ran my hand over her exquisite bottom and because so much of her juices had run down her slit earlier, my thumb slipped onto her anus.

"Oh God..." she groaned.

I quickly moved my hand away, sort of embarrassed to have done something so, well, intimate.

"I can't stop you if you touch me there," she said in a whisper. "I'm helpless."

Suddenly understanding where this game was going, I reached under her and got more juice on my thumb by running it through her slit and up around her clitoris. She responded immediately by bucking and moaning.

I put the ball of my thumb on her anus and slowly massaged it in a small, tight circle.

Kath was gasping and saying, "Oh God, oh God," over and over.

With several more applications of her juices, I felt she was ready, and once again resting the ball of my thumb on her anus, I pressed down.

There was a brief moment of resistance, then Kath let out a loud gasp as it opened and my thumb sort of sank inside. I have a fairly big thumb (a good indication of the potential size of a man's penis, Dr. Kathryn often teased), so I just left it there for a moment.

Moving my body forward a little, I took my very rampant erection and pushed it between her labia, just sliding slowly along from back to front.

To put it mildly, Kathy went nuts. Her hips started moving uncontrollably as she buried her face into my bedspread with a loud, gutteral moan and took great handfuls of it in both hands as if to brace herself.

I began a slow thrusting motion, driving the length of my cock over her pussy lips. As I did this, I also pushed more of my thumb into her rear. Actually that isn't quite accurate, she pushed herself onto my thumb by leaning back. By the time it was buried completely, she'd begun to orgasm from my cock rubbing on her clit. She told me after, it was actually much more than that.

Wanting to see how much she could take, I continued doing what I was and she seemed to be orgasming almost continually.

After ten minutes, Kath groaned, "Stop! No more. It's too intense."

"Ah, but that's why you're tied up, you can't stop me from doing whatever I want."

Again the apprehension. "Like what?"

"Like this," I said and stroked my thumb in and out of her a few times.

"Oh shit! Robby, please!"

"You only have to convince me to stop, doctor."

Kath groaned again, but no words came out.

It was time for me to get some relief. Pushing her forward to get more room, I lined up the end of my cock with the opening to her vagina, but then did nothing more other than to flex the muscles to make it move against her. My thumb was once again resting on her rosebud.

"What are you doing back there?"

"Waiting for you to continue the experiment."

"How?"

"If you want my cock, you're going to have to be the one to get it in there."

Kathy put her head up and turned to look at me. Sweaty, flushed and with her eyes slightly glazed, she looked like the sexiest person ever.

She closed her eyes and pushed back. The head and about 2 inches of my cock disappeared inside her. So did about an inch of my thumb into her backside.

I continued to stay pretty much motionless as she impaled herself on my erection and probing thumb.

By now we'd made love enough that it wasn't all that hard to get my cock's full length up inside, although it remained incredibly tight. What was curious is that I could feel my cock, especially the head, passing under my thumb as Kathy pushed back with more force. While she did this, she rotated her hips back and I knew that was to make my cock rub against that mysterious bump inside of her.

I could tell my end was fast approaching and remembering her comment about liking it hard and a little rough, I started moving too.

Our bodies were slapping together harder and faster, Kathy with such force that she was almost pushing me backwards. The room was silent except for our grunts as we each concentrated on what we were feeling.

"I'm going to cum Kathy! I can't hold it back."

"Just a...little longer...I'm...almost...there!"

I suddenly knew what it would take to push her over the edge. Taking my thumb out of her rear, I got some lubrication on the first two fingers of my hand.

"No! Kathy moaned. "Put it back!"

Okay, I thought, you asked for it.

Keeping both fingers tight together, I waited until she was about to start a backwards thrust and put them on her anus. Not realizing what I'd done, she pushed herself back hard and both fingers went right up with almost no trouble.

Kathy screamed and her body went wild. Her vaginal muscles rippled around my cock, gripping so hard I couldn't move, but I came with such a force she said she could feel my semen hitting the top of her vagina.

I held myself inside her while she continued to twitch and moan. Reaching over her, I undid the ropes from her wrists, then her ankles and the ones I had attached to her knees to keep her butt up on the bed. With a loud groan she just slid forward and lay there -- but she had a huge grin on her face.

"You are an evil, evil person. I would never do anything like that to you."

"No?"

"Probably not."

"Damn!" I laughed.

Laying down next to her, I rolled her onto her side and pulled her against my chest. She was still twitching a bit.

"I love you Kathryn Rose."

She didn't respond. She was already asleep.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Even though I was walking around in a complete haze most of the time because of the intensity of my feelings for this marvelous creature who loved me back with the same intensity, not all was sweetness and light. Every hour brought us closer to the time when we'd have to head off to college: her at Stamford and me at Princeton. Since we both had full scholarships and our parents couldn't afford either school on their own, we'd be stuck where we were for at least one school year. Perhaps for our sophomore year, something could be worked out.

Three thousand miles never seemed so far. We might as well have been on different planets.

Being separated for so long was the one dark cloud over our happiness. Perhaps that was one of the things that made that summer so intense for us. We were deliriously happy, but the end of summer and what it meant was always there.

Being somewhat superstitious, I kept waiting for something to go wrong. About halfway through August, it did.

I hurried home from work one evening, gobbled down my dinner and rushed out the door to much head shaking from my parents and hoots from my younger siblings. Kathy's parents' car wasn't in the driveway and I thought to myself, Maybe Melanie will be out, too.

Knocking on the back door, I heard a shout from the basement. "I'm down here."

I took the stairs two at a time and came to a screeching halt. There on the sofa lay, not my Kathryn, but her sister Melanie. 

I stupidly asked where Kathryn was and Mel answered, "The library called her in to work. She asked me to let you know, but I guess I forgot."

"When will she be done?"

"Not for several hours. Why don't you come over a little closer?"

"Why?"

"Because of this."

Mel had on a bright, flower bedecked sun dress. Raising her rear end, she pulled it up, then sat up to lift it over her head. Underneath she was naked.

"You...you want me to..."

She rolled her eyes. "Brother, are you dense! Yes, I want you to fuck me. I want you to take that big cock of yours and shove it up my cunt!"

I just stood there.

Throwing one leg over the back of the sofa and the other down on the floor, she smiled sweetly. "Don't you want any of this?"

Melanie was gorgeous but very different from her sister. A little plumper, bigger breasts and a light brown bush, she was still very desirable. The male in me weighed the possibilities for a moment. Then common sense slapped me upside the head. I knew without a doubt how much screwing Mel would hurt my Kathryn.

"I'm not interested!" Turning on my heel, I started back up the stairs. "Tell your sister I'll call later."

Melanie shouted something about being sorry, but I really didn't listen closely.

Kathryn finally came over to my house at nearly eleven. "Where have you been?"

"Here waiting for you to call. Didn't Mel tell you?"

"She wasn't home when I got there."

Kathryn seemed normal. When I'd first got home, I thought about how to tell her about what had happened in the basement. Then common sense prevailed and I realized that if I said anything, it would drive a wedge between the sisters and I didn't want to be responsible for that. If Mel didn't say anything, neither would I.

It turned out to be a pretty stupid thing to do.



Kathryn's Question Ch. 04



It hadn't been a very good day at work. Every client that came into the store either had an unanswerable question or a bad attitude. Nothing I did seemed to be right.

Part of the problem could certainly be traced to the fact that the summer was drawing to a close -- and Kathryn and I both knew (and dreaded) what that meant.

Lately, we'd been spending more time talking about the coming year than having fun with each others' bodies. A couple of times I nearly chucked the whole Princeton thing to go to California with her. Screw school. I could always start next year.

That evening, I was waiting at home for Kathryn to get finished at the library. At quarter to 9, I was going to walk over to meet her and we'd go to the park for a bit of fun. At least something on this rotten day would turn out right. She'd promised we could use condoms between now and when we had to part since it was the wrong time of the month for us to have sex without protection.

About 8:30, though, the doorbell rang, waking me from a light doze. My mom and dad had taken my brothers to the movies, so I had to pry myself off the sofa and answer the door.

It was Kathryn. Her face was red, sweaty and she was crying. She'd obviously run all the way from the library which was a good mile distant.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

At first she couldn't speak. Her mouth opened but the words just wouldn't come out. I reached out to take her in my arms, but she reared back and slapped my face as hard as she could. That loosened her tongue.

"You bastard! How could you do it? Now everybody in town knows everything we've been doing! They all think I'm cheap and a slut and...and... She swallowed hard. "I hope that you're proud of yourself! I thought what we had was special and private, and now I find out you've been blabbing it all over town."

"What are you talking about? I haven't said anything to anyone."

She screamed, "Then how come everyone knows every detail of what we do?" With that, she slapped me again. "I hate you!"

Before I could say anything, Kathryn turned and ran down my front steps, leaving me standing there wondering what the hell had just happened.

Going back into the house, I sat on the sofa to gather my wits.

Kathryn had caught me completely by surprise and I'd been too groggy from sleep to respond until it was too late. What the hell had happened? I had to find out.

I went out the back of the house and crossed the yard, squeezing through the hedge as I had so many times before. Knocking on the wooden screen door of Kathryn's house, her mother, who was in the kitchen washing dishes, wiped off her hands and came over.

"Is Kathryn home?" I asked.

"Why, no. I thought she'd be with you." Then she looked over her shoulder. "It's not even 9:00 yet. She'll still be at the library working."

"No. She was just over at my place. She's very angry about something and I need to speak with her. Could you ask her to please call me when she gets home?"

"Certainly, Robert. I'm very confused by all this."

"So am I, Mrs. Miller. Please ask her to phone."

I waited until 10:00 and then tried calling her. Kathryn's dad answered the phone. He was always pretty gruff with me and this had only intensified when it became obvious we were "going together".

"Kathryn came home about 15 minutes ago and went right up to her room."

"Could you please ask if she'd speak to me?"

"She said she was going to bed. I'm not going to disturb her."

That was that. I went out to the back porch and could see that the light was out in her room, so she probably had gone to bed.

Next morning, before leaving for work, I went back over to her house.

"Kathryn's still in bed," her mom said.

"Could you check to see if she's awake? I'd really like to speak to her."

"I suppose I could. She has to be off to the library soon, anyway. Come in and sit down."

I sat at the kitchen table for a good five minutes before Mrs. Miller came back down.

"She says she doesn't want to speak to you."

"Did she say why?"

Kathryn's mom smiled, but it looked strained. "She said you'd ask me that, and told me to say that you'd know." She joined me at the small table. "Now what's happened between you two?"

I couldn't come out and actually say what it was, but I had to tell her something. "She and I, ah, had a bit of a fight. I've come over to apologize. Please tell her that."

She patted my hand. "Both my daughters can have very stiff necks. I'll tell her what you said."

"Thank you."

Kathryn's shift that day coincided with mine, so when I got my lunch break I trotted over from the hardware store to the library to see if I could speak to her there. She'd find it much harder to avoid me.

But I was stymied in my attempt.

"Kathryn called in sick today," the head librarian told me, obviously peeved. "Honestly, she shows no consideration. We're shorthanded already with vacations and such."

The rest of the afternoon dragged by. When Mr. McGruder, the owner of the store, went out for a few minutes, I tried calling Kathryn, something that was strictly forbidden, but I didn't care if he caught me. My misery was too deep. The phone rang fifteen times before I gave up.

Part of me was starting to get angry. She hadn't given me any chance to explain that I had no idea what she was talking about -- and she certainly owed me that. If she didn't like me, well, love me anymore, then fine, come out and say it. This all sounded like some ridiculous misunderstanding.

I had to talk to her.

Six o'clock rolled around and I tore out of the store not 5 seconds later.

Kathryn's parents always went square dancing on Thursday evenings directly from work, and as it was two towns over, they'd be gone until well after eleven. Kathryn and I had been planning on trying out some of the condoms I'd worked up the nerve to buy. Who knew what was going to happen now.

I got home, jumped in the shower for a quick hose down of the day's dirt and threw on some clean clothes.

Kathryn's house was dark, but this wasn't unusual since the summer evenings were long. The back door was open and I entered, figuring it was probably best to just walk in on her, not give her a chance to run away again.

Downstairs was quiet, but the living room looked as if people had been partying there. Beer cans, glasses and an empty vodka bottle littered the tables. Melanie must have had some of her college-age friends over. If her parents found out about this, they'd really be steamed.

There were odd noises coming from upstairs, so I went up quietly. After only a few steps, I could hear squeaks like someone was moving on a bed and the short, sharp groans of a female being ridden hard. Then a male voice groaned. No lights were on, so in the twilight gloom, I couldn't see much and the origin of the sounds was not clear.

Could Melanie be making it with a guy in her room? And where was Kathryn? Probably gone with her parents so she could avoid me.

At the top of the stairs it was obvious that the sounds were not coming from Melanie's room, which was on the right. She couldn't be doing it in her parent's room. That was nuts.

Now anybody reading this is going to wonder just how slow I could be, but I was just completely trusting in those days. It never dawned on me that the sound could be coming from Kathryn's room.

Within three steps, though, I knew.

A male voice I sort of recognized said, "C'mon, hurry up! it's my turn again."

"Why don't you just go around to the front end and stick it in her mouth. She seems to like that."

A half dozen more steps and I was standing at the partially closed door to her room.

They never saw me, or were too busy to notice. Clement Rice and Joe Houghton were in there. I detested both. They were the loud-mouthed, narrow-minded bigots that represented everything I, and up until this point, Kathryn detested about the town where we grew up.

Both boys were naked, as was Kathryn. They had her kneeling across her bed. Joe was behind her, standing on the floor, jabbing his cock into her for all he was worth. Clem had climbed up on the bed and stuck his dick in Kathryn's mouth. The two of them were moving her between them, Clem with his hands on the sides of her head, Joe with his hands on her hips.

My heart was pounding and I felt as if I'd explode. I was consumed by rage at what I was seeing. But at the same time incredible sadness washed over me. Why was Kathryn doing this? She'd been so upset the night before that someone thought she might be a slut. Here she was BEING a slut!

The action in the room froze as I flung open the door. Kathryn turned to goggle at me wide-eyed with Clem's cock still in her mouth.

"What are you doing here?" Clem sneered.

"Get away from my girl!" I screamed.

Joe looked at me with disgust, as if I was a bug he'd like to step on. His hands remained possessively on Kathryn's hips, keeping the length of his cock firmly planted inside of her. "Your girl? I don't think so."

Kathryn was beginning to struggle now, but both boys kept her firmly between them.

"How long has this been going on?" I asked.

Clem laughed. "All summer. She's been putting out for us all summer. I guess you didn't know."

I was struck dumb and seemingly rooted to the floor. Kathryn must have done the only thing she could and bit into Clem's cock. He screamed, then jumped back cursing.

"Robby, I can explain! It's not like that!" she finally wailed.I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see Melanie.

She yanked me back, closing the door and pulled me down the hall.

"So you've found out my little sister's secret."

"What do you mean?"

"You didn't think she'd been fucking only you this summer, did you?"

"What are you talking about? Kathryn loves me."

"Then why is she fucking two people you dislike? Why is she fucking anyone other than you?" Melanie reached up and patted my cheek. "You are so dense. I tried to tell you the other day."

My head was spinning. I angrily pushed her hand away. "You're wrong. 

Mel smiled knowingly. "Then why is she still in that room with them pushing their cocks into her from both ends?"

We both stopped to listen.

Clem's voice came through the door. "Hold her there. She really seems to like that. Oh God, she's good."

I'd heard enough.

Pulling myself away, I stumbled down the stairs, through the house and made it to the backyard before I dumped my dinner all over the ground. Through Kathryn's open window I could hear those two bastards enjoying themselves with my girl. The girl I thought love me. The girl I'd wanted to spend my entire life with.

I forced myself through the space in the hedge for the last time, tears streaming down my face and a hole in my heart the size of the Grand Canyon.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

That night I made my decision and began packing for school. There was no way I wanted to spend another hour in this town. When my family got home from the movies I was just about done.

The next morning, I got on the phone with the school and spoke to the head of student residency to find out if I could get in a week early. I lied that my parents were going to be away and the only time they could drive me up there was the next day, otherwise I didn't know how I could get to school. I told him I'd help clean the dorms, do anything, if he'd let me come and I guess I sounded desperate enough that he finally took pity on me.

My parents knew immediately that something was horribly wrong, but couldn't draw me out. What could I tell them? Nothing. But at least they understood that I really needed to get away.

We set out that afternoon and drove part way. That night while we ate in a restaurant, I told my dad who was doing the parental duty on the trip, my mother staying home with my brothers, that Kathryn and I had a big fight and had broken up.

"I just don't want to be within a hundred miles of her right now. To have her in the next yard was just too unbearable."

"Is this final?" he asked kindly. "I have to admit I like the girl. You've gotten along so well for so many years."

"Oh, yes, Dad, it's final. I never want to see her again."

He was smart enough to let the subject drop and not pry into my private affairs any further. My dad was always good that way.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Princeton was overwhelming and the sheer volume of work helped me bury the painful memories through most of the days. Nights were bad, though, when I was alone with my thoughts. It was really quite horrible. I'd been taken for such a ride.

I pledged for a fraternity and was accepted after the usual week of hell, commonly known as hazing, which was still the norm in those days. My frat brothers helped pull me out of the deep depression and once I started circulating, I found that coeds were quite willing to do the most astonishing things with no guilt, no hang-ups, no bullshit. The size of my member made me quite popular once the word got around -- and I made the most of it.

When Christmas came, I told my disappointed parents that I wouldn't be home. There was no way I wanted to take a chance of seeing Kathryn or be laughed at by anyone in town. I knew for certain I would lash out and I wasn't about to jeopardize my college education by getting myself arrested.

My parents seemed to understand and didn't fight it, but the next day, my mom called and said she'd spoken to Jeannine Miller, Kathryn's mom, and Kathryn would not be coming back from California for the holidays.

"Please come home," she said, and with the change of situation, I couldn't decently say no, but I hardly left the house the whole time I was there. My emotions were still too fragile.

That came to be the norm in the intervening years. The two moms would talk and if one of us was coming home, the other would stay away. It seemed Kathryn didn't want to see me as much as I didn't want to see her.

After the first term, I switched my major to chemistry and I just took off academically. My marks were at the top of the class, and professors fought over me to get my assistance with their own work -- unheard of for a freshman. I was in my element.

I continued to cut a swath through the coeds until my junior year. That's when I met Ellen. Looking back on it now, I can see how much she physically had in common with Kathryn. Both were tall, dark and quite pretty. Ellen had bigger breasts and a fuller figure, but they shared a lot of the same physical traits.

We fell head over heels for each other and I found out pretty soon that Ellen had far different ideas about sex than Kathryn. It wasn't until our third date that I kissed her. It took almost a year before she let me touch her breasts, let alone see them. She wanted to save herself for marriage. I loved her so much I didn't care.

Right after graduating, we tied the knot. She became a high school teacher and I continued in school, getting my masters before we packed up and went to Boston where I earned my doctorate at Harvard.

With no trouble I got a gratifying number of job offers from both universities and corporations. I took a research position with a company and did very well over the years. The money was great and they were forward thinking in that I also got a small portion of the profits on anything I came up with up with that got put into production. It wasn't a very large percentage, but over the years the money mounted up

There were only two dark clouds in my life in those years: we found out early that Ellen couldn't have children and our sex life was pretty boring. My wife, frankly, must have had a low sex drive to start with, and the disappointment of not being able to have a family took what little steam she had out of her. She'd still "take care of me" when I needed it, but it was nothing like what I'd enjoyed with Kathryn.

But we were happy together, fast friends, and that was all right. If Ellen had been a sexual person like Kathryn, I probably never would have felt comfortable, always expecting something bad to happen.

Occasionally, I'd hear little bits of news about my former girlfriend. She was cutting a wide swath through the Psych department at Stanford and then went on to get a doctorate and she wound up teaching in Berklee, eventually becoming a full professor at a young age.

You can imagine my shock when I turned on a talk show in the late 70s to find her as a guest talking about her new book which was about (you guessed it) sex.

I sat there listening to her familiar voice, seeing the same mannerisms: playing with a strand of hair when she was concentrating on something, her quick smile and the way her hands moved whenever she explained something that really interested her.

She was the same person -- but also very different. Her face was leaner, all the baby fat gone and her body looked toned and lithe. Her clothes were of the best (probably at the behest of her publisher since she'd never cared about things like that when I'd known her) and her hair was now blonde.

Kathryn had become a stunningly beautiful woman.

But the charm had been broken long ago and emotionally I felt very little. As a matter of fact, I turned off the interview to watch a ball game.

Over the next seven or eight years, I occasionally saw a new book from her (always on the subject of sex) and would see her name as a guest on TV shows or magazine articles written by her. She became known as The Sex Doctor and got a syndicated radio phone-in show.

In our sixteenth year of marriage, my dear Ellen became very ill. It was cancer and there wasn't anything that could be done by the time it was diagnosed. Believe me, we tried.

By then, I was very well off and I would have paid everything I had to pull her out of this. It was heartbreaking to watch her just waste away until she was little more than a hollow-eyed shell and I was holding her hand through her final hours in hospital.

Her death shattered me and my work consequently suffered. The president of the corporation finally appeared one day in my lab and sat me down.

"You need time off, Robert," he said. "You're no good to us this way and no good to yourself. Take a long holiday, travel. Heal yourself."

I spent the weekend thinking about it, and decided he was right. With a year off, I travelled the world, revisiting all those places I'd seen with Ellen, using the time to say goodbye to her. It was hard. I felt so all alone.

It was also healing. Time and distance began to do their thing and I felt myself more at peace.

At the end of my year, I got a call from my mom. Dad had suffered a bad heart attack and was in pretty dire shape.

"I think you should come home, Robert," she said with her usual calmness.

I got a chance to spend two days and nights at my father's bedside before he gently drifted away.

That night, Mom and I were sitting around the kitchen table. My two brothers and their families had headed off to the motel for the night. We talked for a long time about things that had happened over the years. Even though her heart must have been breaking, Mom seemed more concerned for me.

Eventually, the topic we'd never discussed came up.

"I've always been curious about what happened between you and Kathryn Miller," she said.

I took a deep breath and actually smiled. "I found out she was not the person I thought she was," I answered simply.

"She hurt you very deeply."

"You can't imagine."

"Strange line of work she took up. Folks around town thought it was very odd. Imagine making one's life talking about sex. She was never like that when you knew her."

I bit my tongue and just nodded.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Two more years passed and my company sent me out to the Left Coast to give the keynote address at an academic gathering. It went well and I was the surprised recipient of one of the chemical industry's top prizes. I had a wonderful time and actually came out of my shell enough to return the flirting of two pretty, young colleagues from another company. Nothing came of it, but it was nice to be noticed.




Kathryn's Question Ch. 04



Next day at the LA airport, I got there early (as usual) for my flight back to Boston and was wandering around the terminal building killing time until my flight.

Suddenly, I looked up...and there she was, walking towards me.

Kathryn Miller.

I was rooted to the spot and she was barely ten feet away when she finally spotted me.

The week before, I'd shaved off the beard I'd grown after Ellen died, or Kathryn would probably have walked right by me.

She stopped, stared, then said, "Robert? Is that really you?"

"Kathryn. Or should I say Dr. Kathryn?"

"I understand you're Dr. Robert too," she said as she moved forward to kiss my cheek. "How fantastic to bump into you like this."

The years had healed or at least scabbed over the old wounds enough so I could honestly say, "It's nice to see you."

"Where are you off to? I saw you were the keynote speaker at a conference this weekend. Congrats on the prize, too. Well deserved, I understand from my colleagues at the school."

"You know about that?"

"I've kept track of you over the years. You've done great things."

I actually blushed. Too often I'd hid my light under a bushel, even to myself.

"I'm going back to Boston," I said, turning the subject aside.

It turned out we were on the same flight. She was going to Boston as part of the promotional tour for her latest bestseller, Couples in Sexual Crisis.

Kathryn was sensitive enough to mention it and then let the subject drop.

We went to sit in the departure lounge. The conversation was pretty general at first and I had a lot of time to study her. TV did not do her justice and at 40 she was still quite youthful looking and very, very beautiful.

After we got past the safety of general conversational topics, we fell silent. I could tell she was as uneasy as I.

It crossed my mind that I could always kiss her cheek, tell her it had been nice to see her, and excuse myself to look over some work I'd brought with me, but I hesitated.

I don't know what I wanted, why I'd done that. Perhaps I wanted an apology, an explanation of what had happened all those years before.

"I heard about your wife," she said. "You must have been devastated."

"You did? How?"

"Didn't you know our mothers became very good friends? That gap in the back hedge is still there, but it's been them that have been keeping it open all these years." She smiled. "Whenever I was home, I secretly hoped you'd come through it too."

The moment was here, and I didn't shrink away. "You hurt me very deeply, Kathryn, very deeply."

She looked down at her hands in her lap. "Yes. I know. I've often thought about it. Is it too late for me to say how sorry I am?"

I didn't know how to respond so I said nothing.

She looked up and right into my eyes in that direct way I remembered so well. "There was an explanation, though."

"I don't think I want to hear it."

They began calling our flight and I started to get up. Kathryn reached out and put her hand on my arm. Her face was very strained.

"Please, Robert. For years I've thought about actually looking you up, coming to see you to tell you some things. You've said you don't want to hear them, and that is certainly your right."

"Yes, it is," I answered and rose to my feet as did she.

"Once we had something very special—"

"Yes, we did," I interrupted angrily, "and you threw it all away!"

Several other passengers turned to look at us, but I didn't care. I heard one nearby woman say, "Look, honey, it's that sex doctor and the man who was at your conference."

The comment distracted me for a moment and Kathryn moved close.

"Please," Robert, "please, please, please! I need to talk to you, tell you things, and you need to hear them. I fear this is my only chance. Sit with me on the flight. Let me talk to you after all these years. Please!"

She looked to very on the verge of tears and I've always been a sucker for crying women.

"Okay, Kathryn. We'll talk, but do you think a plane is the place for something so, ah, confidential?"

Smiling grimly, she said, "It will have to do. Wait here."

She went up to the counter and spoke for a moment to the airline person there. This woman smiled and nodded, and I couldn't believe it when she passed Kathryn a piece of paper to autograph.

Kathryn came back to me and said, "I gave up my seat in first class and we can sit in the back seats of the plane. It isn't very full and we'll have at least two rows of buffer. She's going to ask the stewardesses to keep people away from us. Is that okay?"

I nodded. "Let's go."

The airline personnel were as good as their word and kept people away from us -- excepting when they needed to use the washrooms. With the rumble of the plane nobody could hear what Kathryn was telling me.

As the plane got ready to take off, she sat there with her eyes closed, so I had time to study her.

The years had been kind and she'd obviously spent time to keep herself fit. Her face had some lines around the eyes. Her body, from what I could see through her skirt and blouse, did not seem as rounded as I'd remembered it. She'd maybe lost 15 or 20 pounds and seemed quite willowy. I was happy to see that she hadn't had her breasts enlarged like so many women would have in her position. Her left hand had no wedding ring, but what that meant I didn't know.

I wondered what she saw looking at me.

I had changed a lot over the years. At one point, I'd been a good 50 pounds heavier. That was right after Ellen had passed away and I'd had to fend for myself for eating, falling back on restaurants since I'd never been much good with anything but a barbecue. The pounds had piled up until I'd gotten back from my year off and the doctor had read me the riot act.

With nothing much to do in the evenings, I'd taken to working out at the company gym until it had become a habit. Within a year, I'd dropped the extra 50, and another 10 for good measure, until I was lean and fit to the point where I'd had to buy a new wardrobe and actually weighed five pounds less than I had when I graduated high school.

Once we were airborne, Kathryn opened her eyes and looked at me nervously. "For years I've practiced what I was going to say to you if our paths ever crossed, and now that I actually have the chance, my mind is in such a jumble, I can't put two thoughts together. If I were counseling someone, I'd have to be very stern with them at this point.

"So be stern with yourself, doctor," I said, but I also grinned in an attempt to take a little of the pressure off. "I can't really get away, now, can I?"

"Okay. Here goes..."

But she sat there for another two minutes with a helpless expression on her face.

I patted her hand which gripped the chair arm between us. "The last thing you ever said to me before today was that you could explain, that it wasn't like that."

Kathryn focused her eyes on the seat back in front of her. "My sister was a very sick individual."

"Was?"

She nodded. "No one in the family has heard from her in nearly ten years. She's probably dead -- or worse. If there's time, I'll tell you about all her problems later, but suffice it to say that she was mostly behind what happened on that dreadful day."

"Would it surprise you to know that a few days earlier she'd come on to me?"

"No," Kathryn sighed, then turned to look at me. "I suppose you turned her down."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because if you did, it would explain a lot of things."

"Then, yes, I did turn her down."

"I knew you would."

I told Kathryn about finding Melanie naked and open in the basement that afternoon so long ago. "She begged me to take her. I found out she'd been spying on us. Did you know about that?"

Kathryn squeezed her eyes shut. "Oh, yes. She took her pound of flesh over that one."

"What do you mean?"

"That was the reason she was around the house so much that summer. She spied on us practically from the time she got home."

"But the 'pound of flesh' comment?"

"She blackmailed me. When she confronted me and said I had to do what she told me to do, I laughed at her, knowing that it would be my word against hers. She wiped that smile off my face in short order when she produced audio tapes and photos of us doing all kinds of things."

"How did she manage that?"

"My dad had an old tape machine and she had microphones hidden in the basement. She would be hiding in his tool room whenever we were down there playing. She also had a college friend who was into photography and loaned her a camera and some special very low-light film. She could have been a photographer. They were very, very good. She even had shots of that night you took my virginity. Mel had followed us from home having eavesdropped on what we were up to."

"I saw her that night, or at least, I saw a dark form under the trees. At the time, I figured it was my mind playing tricks on me."

"That was Mel."

"So what did you do?"

"Whatever she told me to. I had no choice. I have no idea what my father would have done to me if he'd seen those photos or heard the tapes. And I had no doubt Melanie would have showed him somehow, without letting on it was her supplying them."

"And what things did she make you do?"

"You saw her crowning achievement on that horrible afternoon." A tear trickled down her cheek. "I'm sorry to get so emotional. I've never talked about this to anyone and it's amazing how much it still bothers me."

"You don't have to tell me, you know."

"Yes, I do!" she said fiercely.

I patted her hand again, then took it in my own.

Kathryn looked down and smiled. "At first, it was pretty harmless stuff, but still hard for me to do. The first day she made me strip and then parade around in front of her while she made nasty comments. I was already self-conscious enough about my body. It moved on to me diddling myself in front of her, then diddling her. Eventually, it moved on to oral sex. You name it, she made me do it."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"What could you have done? She would have cooked your goose, too. I tried desperately to keep her away from you.

"Eventually, cucumbers named Robby weren't good enough for her. She wanted the real thing. I think that's when she made her move on you. When you turned her down, she set out to punish both of us. I'd say she succeeded beyond her wildest dreams, wouldn't you?"

"Why didn't you tell me this later?"

"Because you left for school, and because I was ashamed of myself."

"I would have understood if you'd told me all this. You weren't to blame."

"You didn't see the expression on your face that day. It was pure hate and loathing." She covered my hand with her other one. "There's also another thing you need to know. In a way, I sort of enjoyed it. You know how I was in those days: curious, ready to try practically anything. Yes, Melanie forced me or I wouldn't have done those things, but I would be a complete liar if I didn't say that in a perverse way, I also got off on it a little."

"Even with Clem and Joe?"

She must have heard the disgust in my voice because she jerked her hand away as if burned.

"That was rape, pure and simple. I was despondent because two guys from school had come to see me the day before at the library. They told me what they swore you told them and it was disgusting. They said you were getting tired of me and that once you were away at school you'd find a way to dump me. They said you told them they could use me any way they wanted because I was such a slut for sex. I believed them, I guess, because I was insecure. I had been worried about just that. Melanie fed on that insecurity, built on it, until it, well, sounded like the truth. She admitted years later that she'd put them up to that. She also told Joe and Clem what to say. She got me drunk. She told me that letting those two slim balls fuck me would be the last thing she'd ever ask me to do, that we'd be even."

"She probably knew I'd come looking for you that night."

Kathryn nodded. "My sister was sick, but she wasn't stupid. She set up her trap very, very well, and we fell into it."

"Why did she do it?"

"I don't know. Control, her own insecurity, maybe. She had a cruel streak a mile wide. You remember when we were kids how she'd hit me. She also broke my toys or hid them. It wasn't until I got bigger than her and started knocking her down that she backed off."

"You could have written a letter, explaining all this."

"Would you have read it? I could never be sure. Then when I worked up the nerve to tell you, I found out you had a serious girlfriend and that put paid to everything. The LAST thing I wanted to do was to come between you and her."

The stewardess appeared with the drink cart and I ordered a stiff one and a white wine for Kathryn. We didn't toast.

"I'm glad you kept your distance, Kathryn. It made everything a lot easier once I began to get over the hurt and betrayal."

"Ouch."

"It was pretty tough."

She nodded. "I know and I am truly, truly sorry. Can you forgive me? It would mean a lot."

I considered for a moment. "Based on what you've told me, there really is nothing to forgive. We were young, we didn't handle things the way we would now and everything got all mixed up. It's amazing how that one event seems to have hung over both our lives all these years."

"Yes, that's very true. It's my one big regret." She leaned over and squeezed my arm. "Thanks for being so understanding, but then, you always were. That's one of the things about you that I found so attractive."

Just then a guy came out of the washrooms behind us and stared down at Kathryn. "You're that Sex Doctor, aren't you?"

She smiled up, but it had an edge to it. "Yes, I am."

"You're going to Boston."

"Looks like I am since I'm on this plane."

"Do you have any plans for tonight?"

I was sure she could handle the situation herself, but I couldn't stop myself blurting out, "She's having dinner with me, Mac. Got that?"

He shot me a nasty look and stomped off down the aisle. I was aware of Kathryn looking at me curiously.

"Boy, you've developed a hard edge over the years. The Robert I knew in high school never would have talked to anyone like that."

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I developed that hard edge the last night I saw you."

"Ouch again." She smiled. "But thanks anyway. This sort of thing happens to me all the time. Every Studly Hungwell wants to try me on. They think because I make my living in the sexuality business that I must want to fuck everyone I meet. It gets pretty wearing, but it goes with the territory, I guess. One time at a party, some jerk got drunk and pulled his pants down right in front of me to show me his pecker. It was hilarious."

"I can imagine."

"So were you serious about taking me out to dinner, or were you just saying that to get rid of him?"

"I suppose so, unless you have something on. You're on a book tour, don't you have to go to some swish party or other, flog those volumes?"

"That starts up tomorrow morning. When these things start, I like to have an evening to myself, sort of get revved up for the onslaught, you know?"

"Then lets go out to dinner."

"Robert," she said, then stopped. "Please don't take this the wrong way, but if you're game, I'd like to cook dinner for you. I eat in restaurants all the time and I hardly ever get to cook for anyone."

"Don't you have a steady guy?"

She looked down at her left hand. "There's nobody right now. I tend not to have long-term relationships. There was a professor when I was an undergrad. I lived with him for four years. He taught me a lot. Since then, guys come and go. I like my independence. And you?"

"It's taken me a long time to get over Ellen's death and it's only lately that I've felt, well, like I'm waking up again."

"You've taken good care of yourself. I'll bet you're pretty buff under that suit. You look good."

"So do you."

"Okay, dinner then at your place?"

"Sounds great. We'll have to stop for provisions, though. I survive on cereal, cold cuts and frozen dinners. They know me by name at every deli counter in the city."

Kathryn smiled and it was warm and friendly. I wondered where all this was going and whether I wanted it to.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

The weather was colder than I'd expected, so I had a nice fire going when we retired to my living room after a terrific dinner of seafood linguini, salad and a good bottle of red wine.

"Would you like some cognac?" I asked as Kathryn kicked off her shoes and curled up on the sofa.

"Mmm, yes. That would be heavenly. You have a very nice house, Robert."

"It was all Ellen's doing. She loved decorating, must have had a subscription to every magazine on the subject. I've just kept it all the way she left it."

"You must miss her very much."

"It was horrible at first. I felt completely alone. Friends would invite me over dinner, but it was just too painful. It was as if Ellen's ghost was sitting at the table with us. Everyone felt it. She was terrific company. Finally, I just had to bugger off for a year to get my head clear. I still have dark moments, but they're less frequent as time pases."

"It's always difficult when you lose someone."

We chatted some more about my work, the things I'd done, but gradually that slowed and stopped, and we found ourselves silently watching the fire crackle and hiss. I think it felt strange for both of us to be sitting together like that after so many years.

Kathryn took a last sip of her cognac and put her snifter down on the coffee table. I could feel her eyes on me as I stared at the fire.

"So, Robby, do you ever masturbate?"



Kathryn's Question Ch. 05



Kathryn, leaning back against the arm of the sofa, one leg curled under her and the other on the floor, looked at me silently, knowing very well what her words intimated.

Everything about her was at once heartbreakingly familiar, but also so different from what she'd once been. It went far beyond her blonde hair and more mature face and body. The change centered most in the way she looked at people, looked at me. She'd obviously seen a lot. I wondered what her study of me revealed.

At least what was going on between us was out in the open, rather than lurking behind nearly every word we'd said all day. I could thank her for that.

Any red-blooded male should have jumped at an offer like this from such a beautiful, accomplished woman. Now that I had her in front of me, not staring out from the back of a book jacket or from the cold glass of a TV, I could not deny that Kathryn was more desirable than ever.

Eventually she turned her gaze back to the fire, drawn either by the pop of a bit of sap in the wood, or by the fact that she was now feeling embarrassed by what she'd said -- and offered.

Yet I was in a quandary. On one hand, I wanted to pull her to me, rip off her clothes and ravage her body, but at the same time what had happened to us over twenty years ago, not to mention the specter of my dead wife filled the wide chasm separating us. It was up to me to say something, but I just could not find the words.

Her eyes still fixed on the fire, Kathryn said, "Has too much water flowed over the dam?"

"Certainly a lot of water has flowed over the dam, but I can't say if it's too much."

She looked at me, her face pensive. "Is there any chance left for us, Robert?"

Now it was my turn to stare at the fire.

"I can't deny that I've thought of you over the years. There were times where I toyed with the idea of showing up at a book signing or something like that, but I could never do it, put myself in temptation's way like that. I couldn't do that to Ellen. Even though..."

"Even though what?"

I drained my snifter of cognac, then poured a bit more for each of us. Kathryn picked up hers and sat patiently looking at me.

I took another swallow, then looked at the fire again. "Ellen had a very low sex drive and she had a lot of, well, hang-ups about sex. When we met in school, she told me that she didn't believe in premarital relations, but I was so in love with her that I just accepted that. It became something we didn't talk about, but it was a contentious subject. She'd do her wifely duties willingly, but I could tell she wasn't into it most of the time. She couldn't conceive, either, and I think that was a lot of the problem.

"Of course I'd heard that from a number of girls I'd dated, but after a few times out, I generally could get them to loosen up. I soon realized it was all a front. They didn't want to appear cheap."

"They didn't want to be thought of as sluts" she corrected. "That's a hard reputation to overcome. It's the main reason I didn't come home much after what happened between us. Everyone in town knew about it in less than a week, and it follows me still, I'm sure."

I smiled. "It didn't help that you took up the line of work you did."

Kathryn's expression was phlegmatic. "I seemed destined for it, as I look back now. You might argue that I'm obsessive about it, but sex is something that is never far from my mind. Even after all this time I find it fascinating. I'm also good at helping people with their sexual problems. I can get them to talk. I can explain things to them so they not only understand, but start to accept that there are many ways to approach sexual problems. Our society never really teaches us anything about sex past the mechanics, and even that isn't done very much -- or well.

"How do was learn about sex? From our friends who know as little about it as we do. Most parents don't know much about sex. How can they find out? I've met hundreds of women who've had sex for years and weren't aware that they can have orgasms. How nuts is that? Especially in North America there is this culture of don't look, don't ask. It's very unhealthy. There also aren't many books on it, past Kinsey, Masters and Johnson—"

"And you."

"Me and Alex Comfort, okay. But let's get back to what you were saying. Cutting to the chase, you're saying that you and Ellen didn't make love much, right? How did you cope with that?"

"I detect the doctor at work," I answered fondly.

Kathryn grinned. "Well...yes. I guess I'm doing that, but I'm serious. How did you cope?"

I hesitated, then laughed out loud. "Okay. You've got me. I masturbated. A lot."

"I'll bet you did, knowing you. What did you think about?"

"The usual things, I guess."

"Naked women? Making love to a favorite celebrity? Someone you worked with?"

She was embarrassing me and she knew it. I didn't know what her purpose was, whether she was teasing, trying to draw me out, doing research or seducing me. The atmosphere in the room suddenly seemed more charged.

"I, um, thought about you a lot."

"How? Doing what?"

"Lying on that sofa in your basement, naked, and playing with yourself."

"That thought turns you on?"

"Yes."

"Would you like me to do that now?"

My throat was dry. "Yes."

Kathryn stood for a moment, then returned to her place on the sofa, but this time one leg was leaning against the back of the sofa, the other remained on the floor. She'd sat this way for me many times in the past.

She had on a lovely, knee-length floral dress, lots of colours, but mostly pastel shades. It suited her coloring perfectly. She'd lost her shoes early on, and because it was summer, her legs were bare.

Leaning further back, she closed her eyes and began running her hands over her body, starting with her chest and gradually circling in to her breasts where he pulled at her nipples. In a very short time, I could smell her arousal.

One hand drifted down her torso, then to her leg. Running it up the inside of her thigh, she also pushed the bottom of her dress up towards her waist. Her other hand was busy opening up the buttons at the top.

"I hate those dresses that zip up the back," she said in a dreamy voice. "It's so hard to be seductive in them. You can't open them without an inelegant struggle."

"You do this often, then?"

Her eyes opened and she looked at me lazily. "Not like this."

With her left hand returning to her nipples, her right disappeared into her very tiny, black panties. Her back suddenly arched and I knew she'd found her clit.

Kathryn had always liked putting on a show. It turned her on and the years had only refined her prowess. My cock was raging in my pants as I watched the outline of her fingers sliding up and down that most intimate of places.

"Oh that feels so wonderful. Mmmm... Tell me, Robby, is this what you imagined?"

"Yes," I managed to croak out.

"Take off my panties."

It was more of an order, and it turned me on even more. Leaning forward, I gripped the panties at her hips and pulled down as she lifted her bottom off the sofa for a moment. Her right hand never stopped working between her legs. Wanting to see more, I also opened the rest of the buttons on the front of her dress. With her left hand, she opened the clasp on the front of her bra.

"Oh, that's MUCH better," she sighed. "Much better..."

Her pussy looked much as I remembered with the outer lips being a little bigger, but she still had that lighter hair down there, nicely trimmed above and bare below. It may have been a faulty memory, but I didn't remember her clit being quite so large. She was gripping it on either side, pulling and rolling it in the same manner she was ministering to her nipples.

I could tell by the way her hips began moving that she was getting close. She began playing with her nipples quite hard, pulling and twisting them, bringing groans from deep in her throat.

A milky liquid was flowing from her vagina and its musky fragrance filled the room.

I leaned forward and touched her thigh. She looked up at me with dreamy eyes and smiled.

"Am I turning you on?"

"Oh, yes."

She closed her eyes again and put her right leg up onto the back of the sofa as I moved down and licked below her busy right hand.

"Oh yes! That's what I want, Robby. Lick me there. You always knew what I wanted without me telling you. That is so good!"

Kathryn tasted as good as she smelled and I lapped up everything that came out. Her right hand moved away and I knew she wanted me to lick higher up.

"Put your fingers inside me, Robby. Rub me inside. Farther in. Oh yes! Right there! Mmmm. Keep doing that. Now suck my clit. No, harder! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh my god, Robby. You're going to make me cum. I'm going to cum all over your hand. Faster! Yes. Like that! Oh... OH GOD!"

As Kathryn's back arched up off the sofa, I could do nothing but try to follow her with my lips and fingers. A hot liquid splashed onto my upturned palm and into my mouth. It was pungent, but not unpleasant and definitely not urine.

Her orgasm lasted a good ten or fifteen seconds as she gasped and moaned loudly, her body shaking and spasming. I could barely hang on. My sofa, hand, face, shirt, everything was drenched in whatever had come out of her.

Exhausted, she flopped back down and lay there panting, eyes still closed. "I nearly passed out. I sometimes do that."

"I remember. You scared the crap out of me the first time you did it."

She opened her eyes and grinned. "I'm sorry."

"You said that, too."

"Am I that predictable?"

I stroked her thigh lightly with the back of my hand. "No. Not predictable. Familiar."

"Would you like me to take care of you? All that pleasure you gave me deserves a return."

No matter how conflicted I was inside, seeing her like that, lying on my sofa, satiated (for the moment), turned me on so much my cock, trapped in my pants as it was, actually hurt. I could not have denied her if I wanted to.

Kathryn sat up. "I've made quite a mess of your sofa. I should have known that would happen. You've had me so aroused since this morning, I was certain someone would smell me on the plane."

"I didn't notice until you lay back, and believe me, I'd notice something like that."

"Anyway, I'm sorry about the sofa. If it's any comfort, I don't think it will show."

"I hope it does," I joked. "It will remind me of you. So what happened? I remember you doing that a little bit when we were...younger, but nothing like what just came out."

"It's something called the Graffenburg spot, or G spot for short. Ever hear of it?"

"Can't say that I have."

"It's new. Well, actually, the name is new, and several people are researching it. There are two camps at the moment: one says it exists and the other doesn't. Guess what? All the nay sayers are male. I've always known I had something in there that felt pretty damn good when it was stimulated, but I didn't know what to call it. I think it has something to do with what we call the female prostate. This is all pretty cutting edge and I don't talk about this in public, but I've been researching into it pretty hard."

"How you must suffer for your scientific research," I shot back cheekily. "Was your G spot that hard thing I was rubbing inside?"

"Oh yeah. Want to send Dr. Miller to the moon, just give that some strokes."

"But all that liquid that came out in pulses. I don't remember anything like that amount."

"That, my dear Robert, is what it's like when a female ejaculates." My perplexed expression must have looked comical because she laughed. "Didn't know we girls could do that, did you? It's a very controversial subject among the sex doctor crowd, and I don't expect the arguments for and against to die down for years. Funny thing is, all the ones who say it doesn't exist are males."

"I'll vouch for you if it will help."

Kathy sat up. "Now what about you? What can I do to say thank you? Want some of this?" she asked pointing to her crotch, or would you like me to suck you off?"

"You always were very direct."

"When was the last time you made love to anyone?"

A mental image of Ellen's laughing face rose up between us, Ellen throwing snow at me on a ski trip in Vermont, Ellen concentrating on cooking my favorite meal, Ellen having an orgasm.

I sighed. "It's been a very long time."

Kathryn stood up, unselfconsciously sliding her dress down behind her and removing her bra. Two or three drops of liquid fell from between her legs. My cock surged. She noticed.

"Stand up, Robert."

It took her nearly ten frustrating minutes to remove my clothes, frustrating, because while she brushed it occasionally, she firmly stayed away from my erection. I ached to have her grab it and pull the way she used to in the past. I wanted to feel that familiar hand encircling me, rolling my cock head in her palm.

She knew how close I was, though, and was trying to give me the maximum pleasure.

Finally, she wrapped her hand around it. With her other hand on my shoulder we looked down at the space between our bodies.

"Either you've grown a bit or my memory is fuzzy," she said as she gripped the shaft and slid her hand slowly to the crown. "Nope. You're definitely bigger. My fingers used to be able to just touch and I have long fingers. Can't do that now. Feel?"

She had me gasping. I had to concentrate on not letting go.

She let go and put her arms around my neck, pulling my head down. "I can't believe I'm here with you after all this time."

Then she kissed me very hard, her tongue all over the place in my mouth. I sucked on it and she pressed her body against me, trapping my erection between her legs. I groaned into her mouth as she began humping on it, her wetness lubricating everything nicely.

"Kathryn," I gasped, "I'm not going to last long if you keep doing that."

"You're not going to last long whatever we do," she giggled, but pulled away.

She moved over to the fireplace, picked up another log and I got to watch her luscious rear end as she bent over to put it on the fire. It was taut and firm as were her legs. My cock twitched in response when she wiggled for me.

"Like what you see?" she asked without straightening up. "You can take me like this later, if you want." Then she turned around and knelt on the carpet. "Come over here, darling Robert."

As I moved to her, she formed her mouth into an "O". I knew exactly what she was signaling and walked up to her. Without either of us using hands, the head of my raging cock slid smoothly into her mouth.

Her tongue came at it from every direction. The feeling was indescribable. Unbidden, my body began a shallow fucking motion. Kathryn's groan came from deep in her throat.

She rubbed each of her hands through her slit, gathering up moisture, then put them both on my cock and began rubbing and squeezing, swirling over my balls as her tongue continued its assault on my cock head.

I didn't last long. Feeling my balls contract upward, Kathryn tilted her head forward, aligning her throat with her mouth. She took a deep breath as she looked up at me lovingly. Then with her hands on my hips she pulled me forward. I felt my cock pass into her throat just as it exploded with shattering intensity.

"Oh god, Kathryn!" I shouted as pulse after pulse of semen jetted down her throat. Her eyes never blinked as she continued to stare up.

My knees got very shaky and everything faded to grays from the intensity of my orgasm. Kathryn pushed her face into me and wrapped her arms around my legs, supporting me. As the pulsing stopped, she helped me slide down to my knees. I collapsed onto my side and lay there, gasping.

"My god," I groaned. "I may never move again."

She lay down and cuddled against me, her face buried in my neck, one arm draped across me. We floated like that for awhile as I came down from my high. The log she'd placed on the fire blazed up and I turned my head to watch it.

"What are you thinking, Robby?" she asked after several minutes.

"I can't believe this is happening, how easy it is to be with you again after all these years."

"Do you regret what we just did?"

I turned my head to look at her as she propped herself up on her elbow.

"Is the doctor at work again?"

She smiled. "The doctor has been sent packing for the evening. I'm talking to you as the person who loved you so madly so long ago."

I considered her choice of tense. "No, there's no regret. It was wonderful. Better than I've imagined over the years."

Her hand drifted down to my cock. "And the night is still young. You haven't had this inside me yet."

Unbelievably, considering how drained I felt, my cock twitched as she stroked it lazily.

"As you can imagine," Kathryn said as she leaned over me, "I've learned a lot more about loving over the years. As a matter of fact, I'm full of surprises."

"Like what?"

"Oh, you'll see," she grinned, "if you let me spend the night with you."

"We never got a chance to do that. Remember how was used to talk about it, how wonderful it would be to wake up in each other's arms?"

Kathryn suddenly looked serious. "I think that's the one thing I've regretted most."

I tweaked the tip of her nose, something I'd been doing since we were about ten. "In that case, yes, you can stay."

"Good!" she said as she rolled over on top of me.

We kissed for a long time, our mouths becoming familiar again. Her lips, tongue and teeth felt the same, but her kissing was more active. She obviously still remembered what turned me on as she sucked on my tongue and gave my lips little nips. I gave as good as I got.

My cock, trapped between our bodies began to come to life again. Kathy rose up onto her arms and moved up my body a bit. As she flexed her hips, I felt my cock enveloped by the warmth of her slit. It was juicy wet.

"Do you see what you do to me?" she asked as she flexed her hips farther. "I am absolutely in heat right now."

I pulled her face down and kissed her wildly as she hunched her slit up and down the length of my cock.

"I'm going to fuck you, Robby," she whispered into my ear. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. You make SO hot!"

But she kept me waiting for a good five minutes as our bodies slid, cock to pussy, our lips and tongues busy together.

Her clit got hard and hot. I could feel it every time she pushed down, my cock struggling to get by as she pressed down.

Kathy pulled away and rose up on her arms again to get a better angle. Her face and upper chest were flushed and she was getting a light sheen of sweat on her body. Her breathing was shallow and fast. I'd seen her like this many times before.

Reaching around, I gripped her bottom, feeling the muscles tensing deliciously as she continued to slide up and down.

Suddenly she stopped. "I can't stand it anymore. I have to have that cock inside me right now."

She sat up, scooted her body back towards my knees while keeping her feet flat on the floor. Her legs opened up obscenely and I could see further evidence of her arousal by her red and swollen vaginal lips which lay open like a flower. At the top, her pearl, darker red and shiny with lubrication extended out from its usual hiding place.

"I'd forgotten how beautiful it is," I said in a soft voice.

"It's missed you," she said, softly, looking down.

With one hand supporting her on the floor, Kathy leaned back further. Her other hand took my erection and bent it down as her hips rose up. With a little bit of a wiggle, the cock head met her opening and slipped inside.

She put both hands behind her, and rocked forward. Using the weight of her body, she lowered herself onto my cock in one exquisitely slow, fluid movement until it had all disappeared inside. She pussy felt like a well-oiled, tight velvet glove as it gripped my length.




Kathryn's Question Ch. 05



Her face looked strained as she wiggled a bit more to seat me inside just right, then she looked at me intensely. "It feels like I'm home, dear Robert."

I didn't know how to respond and the moment passed.

Closing her eyes, a look of concentration crossed her face and I felt something move inside her. The muscles of her vagina rippled slowly, front to back and then back to front a few times. With eyes still closed, she smiled when I groaned.

"What the hell is that?" I asked.

"Relax. I'm just giving you a very special massage."

"Where did you learn how to DO that?"

Her eyes finally opened. "It's part of tantric yoga. I told you I'm full of surprises. If we keep it up, I can even make you cum by doing this."

"I believe you!"

"Now don't move. Let me do the work."

Kathy leaned back farther and rocked her hips. I slid out almost to the end. Then she squeezed hard and slid me back in again. When I was all the way inside, she again fluttered those internal muscles. The effect was hair-raising.

"I can keep you on the edge for hours," she told me, "myself, too. I can also show you how to orgasm without ejaculating. I can even teach you how to have multiple orgasms."

"Is this what you've been learning over the years?"

"Uh-ha."

"Do you ever make love the normal way?"

"You mean, like this?" she laughed and rolled to her side, gripping me with her strong legs (and pussy muscles) and forcing me to follow her.

In a twinkling, our positions were reversed, me on top of her, her with her legs drawn back and up, our genitals still tightly together.

Pushing myself into her with little jabs, it was my turn to make her gasp. I knew the effect it would have on her swollen clit.

"See? I have some surprises of my own," I said.

"Mmmm, I can tell. Where did you learn this?"

"A girl in college. She had a huge clit. One night I started doing this," I gave her another twenty seconds worth of jabs, enjoying watching her eyes roll up into her head as she floated on the sensations, "and she had three orgasms in a row before I actually fucked her."

"Wny did she ever let you get away?"

"She had a boyfriend back home."

Suddenly Kathryn's face got very serious. "Some women are incredibly stupid."

"Some men, too."

"I thought I knew how much I missed you, Robert, but it wasn't even one-tenth of what it actually is. Do you remember that this was the position we used the first time we made love?"

"How could I forget?"

Kathryn looked up and smiled widely, but there was also a tremble to it and her eyes were suddenly wet. "Make love to me, Robert, like you did that first time. Make it like our first time."

I leaned down and kissed her, but it was gentle and on her cheek. She closed her eyes and sighed as I withdrew my cock and then slammed it home very hard.

My Kathryn was well and truly fucked that night, and I tried to make it like the first time, wiping away everything that had happened so long before.

Neither of us got any sleep, but it was a night filled mostly with talking, punctuated by love making. The next morning, I called my boss and asked if I could have two weeks of my vacation time.

We fucked our way up and down the eastern seaboard while Kathryn did her book tour, then it was the midwest. Our hotel neighbors must have hated us because the whole time we were loud and lusty and made good use of the beds...and showers...and floors. Some of the things she showed me were quite hair-raising.

On the last leg of the tour, Kathryn was snuggled against me as yet another plane took us to yet another city.

"Kathy?" I asked.

"Mmmm?" she mumbled sleepily.

"I know you've been with many men over the years."

She opened her eyes and sat up. "I know what you're saying. Yes, there were a lot. I won't lie. I've more than sown my wild oats. But I will NEVER, EVER lie to you again, or keep anything from you. The reason I couldn't keep any of my relationships going is because no man, no matter how great a lover he was, no matter how wonderful he was as a person, could never stir my blood the way you can. I am a one-man woman now -- if you'll have me. There is no other cock I ever want inside me but yours." 

She pulled me down and kissed me long and hard. I can't imagine what the flight attendants and passengers thought, but I really didn't care.

Our last stop was back home, where we sat our mothers down and told them that we'd finally come to our senses and would be getting married. I've never seen my mother speechless, but she was that day.



Kathryn's Question



I finally found my voice. "You really want me to do that?"

Kathryn nodded. "I really want to see it."

"Why?"

"Why do you think? I'm curious. I haven't seen one except that once and now I know a lot more about it."

"This is weird!"

"No, it isn't. It's like a doctor examining you. Your doctor has seen your penis, hasn't he?"

"Well, yeah, but he's not a girl."

Kathryn giggled. "I'm glad you noticed. Now, will you do it?"

"You won't tell anyone?"

Now she laughed out loud. "I swear!" And she crossed her heart and held up her left hand just as I had earlier.

It was a pretty scary proposition. I took very quick showers in gym or after ball practices and usually after most people had already left. I'd changed into a bathing suit in front of my brothers, and I'd seen my dad naked a few times, but to stand up in front of a female, even if it was Kathryn, and just drop my drawers was a huge step. Before that morning, I'd hardly even noticed she was a female!

I wanted to do it and I didn't want to do it. I knew that we'd be taking an irrevocable step if I did. Up until that point, we had just been two friends talking about a taboo subject. It was all very naughty and thrilling. Showing Kathryn my penis was nothing of the sort. Frankly, I was scared shitless.

She saw that, bless her. "Would it help you if I, um..." Kathryn's eyes got huge. "...if I took off my clothes, too?"

We were both frozen as the reality of what we were about to do sank in.

"You're sure your parents won't come home unexpectedly?" I asked.

She shook her head. "No, they called around 6:00 that they'd arrived safely and were about to take Melanie and Jason out to dinner. Even if they jumped in the car right after they called and drove like mad, they couldn't get home before midnight at the earliest."

"Well, all right. But you have to do it too. No chickening out!"

"We'll both do it at once, okay? That way neither of us can cheat."

In retrospect, we must have looked pretty stupid because we both turned our backs. My cock was already very hard went it sprang free from my underwear and I hoped Kathryn wouldn't be too taken aback by my obvious excitement.

Since she hadn't had anything on her feet, she was already standing there awkwardly when I finally turned around. One arm was over her breasts and the other hand over her genitals. Her eyes immediately dropped down to my erection.

We were standing about 5 feet apart at that point and remained there for quite some time, each of us unsure of what was going to happen next.

"You look pretty excited, Robert," Kathryn finally said with a grin.

"Well, I've, ah, never been naked in front of a woman before."

Her eyes sparkled at my words. "You think of me as a woman, then?"

"Well, yeah." My eyes travelled down her slender body, drinking in every curve, making my cock even harder -- if that was possible. "You're very pretty."

Funny thing is, I hadn't seen my friend in anything but a dress for at least 5 years. We used to use the town swimming pool when we were younger, even though it meant we'd have to brave all the idiots who'd dunk us, shun us and generally be mean. About the time she'd gotten out of going to Phys Ed, Kathryn also stopped going to the pool, no matter how hot it got.

"You really think I'm pretty?" She casually dropped her hands to her sides.

Truth was, she was a little on the skinny side and her breasts weren't all that big, but her body looked graceful and very pleasing. Seemed she'd been hiding a lot under those long dresses.

Down between her legs, there really wasn't as much hair as I was expecting, so I got my first glimpse of a woman's pussy. I thought there'd just be a hole or something, so I wasn't prepared for the slit, or the fact that in her excitement (I found out later), the lips had gotten red and rather swollen. Her nipples were also quite hard.

"What should we do now?" I asked.

Kathryn's blush deepened. "Can I, you know, touch it?"

"Okay."

She padded forward and stood in front of me. Reaching out her hand tentatively she touched the tip of my penis, making it bob a bit.

"Does that feel good?"

"Not really. I usually put my hand around it."

She reached out a bit further and her fingers closed around my shaft. I had to remind myself to breathe. Both of us were trembling.

"Like this?"

"Yeah."

"And that feels good?"

"Oh yes..."

Having someone else touch me there was a revelation. Kathryn's hand was cool as her fingers squeezed and pulled a bit.

"Mel was running her hand up and down Jason's penis. He seemed to really like that."

"You need some sort of lubricant, otherwise it gets sore pretty quickly."

"I have some hand cream in my room. I'll go get it!"

Kathryn bounced upstairs, leaving me standing in the middle of the basement with a throbbing hard-on and a whole lot of confusion in my brain. Because of my small town upbringing, I knew that what we were doing was wrong. Kathryn probably felt the same way, but somehow things had taken on a life of their own. There were also just so many issues past just feeling guilty because we were doing something "wrong". Surprisingly, from what I could see, my friend didn't have this problem as much as I did.

My erection was starting to subside when she came back downstairs, triumphantly holding a bottle of hand lotion. "Now show me what to do."

"Kathryn, do you really think we should be doing this?"

A puzzled expression appeared on her face. "Don't you want to?"

"Well, sure, but..."

"Are you afraid we're going to get caught? I told you my parents--"

"It's not that. It's...you know..."

"Wrong?"

"Yes. I'm having trouble figuring out what's gotten into you."

She had a wry expression as she answered. "A few months ago, I would have been catatonic at the thought of standing here naked in front of you."

"What's changed?"

"I guess my curiosity about sex has gotten the better of me. All that reading, you know..."

"So you're thinking of this like scientific research?"

She nodded. "Sort of. I bet you've thought of something like this too. Admit it!"

"Yeah..."

"I'm well aware that you have a crush on Laurie Brannigan. Just what are you thinking about when you masturbate -- or should I say who?" she teased, then went over to the sofa and sat down, curling her legs beneath her. "Robert, I want to find out what sex is really like, and it's not as if I know any other boys I could ask."

"Are you saying what I think you are?"

Now she looked a little unsure. "I don't really know about that yet. Up till now I've only been interested in seeing a man's penis up close. You may not believe it, but it's taken me a long time to work up the guts to ask you to do this. Why don't we just start slowly?"

Looking down at her body, I smiled. Most of the guys in school would be lined up for a piece of Kathryn if they knew what she was hiding under her dresses. She was offering me something that I'd been dreaming of for years. I'd be a fool to say no.

With a beautiful, naked girl in front of me (regardless of who it actually was), my libido had also started to take over and my erection began to assert itself again.

Kathryn noticed immediately and giggled, pointing at my cock. "I think that means yes, doesn't it?"

Before sober second thoughts could creep in, she squeezed out some lotion onto her left hand and got up. Standing slightly to the side of me, she put her hand around my cock and slid it up and down once. I thought I was going to squirt right then and there.

Kathryn put her head on my shoulder and her other arm around me. "You'll have to tell me how to do this."

"What you're doing feels pretty darn amazing," I gasped as she gripped harder.

"I've read that the glans is the most sensitive part. What does this feel like?"

With that she rolled her hand up over the head of my cock and then back down to the bottom. I thought the top of my head was going to blow off.

Three more times she did this with equally devastating effects. I was getting very close now.

"You're trembling, Robert."

"So are you."

"This is pretty...exciting."

I reached out and put my hand on her breast. The nipple felt like it could bore right through my palm.

Kathryn sighed. "That feels VERY nice, too..."

I wanted to do more now that I was touching her, but the crisis was upon me. "If you don't stop, I'm going to finish!"

She turned a bit more towards me and kissed my chest. "That's what I was hoping."

Everything she was doing felt so incredibly marvelous. I'd done the exact same things myself, but somehow, with another hand on my cock, every sensation was magnified.

Finally, with my legs starting to wobble, everything rushed forward, and with a deep groan I began to shoot rope after rope of semen, some it landing a good three feet away.

Kathryn was practically holding me up by the end. I'd had some good orgasms in my time but nothing had ever been like that.

"Are you okay?" she finally asked.

"I think I'd like to sit down for a moment."

While I moved to the sofa, Kathryn went over to investigate what her ministrations had caused. "There's an awful lot of it." She bent down closer. "Is it always that intense?"

I was feeling less lightheaded. And I also surprised myself by not feeling a wave of guilt wash over me for what we'd just done. Her very nice rear end right in front of me did a lot to head that off. Remarkably, I felt my cock twitch again.

Kathryn sat down next to me. "So tell me: how did that feel?"

I started to laugh. "You sound like a doctor!"

"Well, this is a scientific experiment after all."

"Obviously, it felt really great."

She rolled her eyes. "I could see that! I want to know if it felt any different than when you do it?"

"It was way more intense."

"That could have been because of the situation, you know, extra excitement and all."

I thought for a moment. "There was that for sure. But having all the sensation coming from only my, um, penis, not getting any sensations from my hand, made it feel really different. You also did that thing with the palm of your hand and—"

Kathryn surprised me when she reached out, grasped my stiffening cock and rolled the head in her palm again. "Like this?"

I couldn't stifle another groan.

It was a very surreal experience to be sitting there with my naked friend who'd just jerked me off, and to be talking as if we'd just finished a physics experiment in school. It wouldn't have surprised me if Kathryn had started taking notes.

"Are you still okay with this? she asked.

I nodded.

"Would you like to kiss me?"

"Another experiment?"

"No, I'd just like you to kiss me. No one's ever done it before."

I don't know what she thought of it, but my first kiss was definitely something I'll always remember.

Kathryn's lips were very soft and pliant, and her breath had the sweetness of honey. Having seen Hollywood movies, I knew enough not to just plant my lips and sit there motionless. She was holding her breath and beginning to tremble again. I knew then that this was very important for her.

I must have done okay because Kathryn sighed as I pulled away. "That was very nice."

My answer was to take her glasses off, turn slightly towards her and pull her close, then kiss her several more times, not just on her mouth but on her cheeks, throat and neck.

"So what does the doctor think now?" I asked a few minutes later.

She smoothed back my hair and smiled warmly. "The doctor thinks she likes this experiment very much."

I looked at the mess I'd made on the floor. "We'd better clean that up before it dries."

"My hand is all sticky, too. Just a minute."

Kathryn went into the laundry room, the water ran and she came out with a wet rag and a towel. The towel she handed to me so I could wipe myself off. Then I watched as she knelt down to wipe the carpet. I marvelled how different she looked without clothes. Every movement became a focal point of interest and I loved the way I could see her muscles tighten and relax, the way her breasts moved, really everything about her. After returning from the laundry room she stood in front of me.

"Robert, would you, um, do me now?"

"What do you mean?"

"I want you to make me have an orgasm."

I was suddenly petrified. I had NO idea what to do. I needed time to find out. "Could we maybe do that some other time?"

I thought she might start crying, something I'd seldom seen her do since we began high school. Actually, over the years through all the taunts and worse, she'd been amazingly stoic.

"Don't you want to?"

"I um, I um..."

Now a tear did trickle down her cheek and I instantly felt wretched. Kathryn had taken a terrible chance opening up this subject -- even with me, her best friend. She'd always been rejected by her peers because they knew she was gawky and a bit socially awkward. She'd been traumatized enough by her treatment in Phys Ed. (something she would never talk about) to lie her way out of it. Ever since, she'd gone to great lengths to keep her body covered. What must she have been thinking of me?

I got up and wrapped my arms around her. She immediately stiffened and didn't reciprocate with her arms.

I took a deep breath and said, "The only reason I hesitated just now is because...I don't know how."

Instantly her arms gripped me tightly and I heard her whisper against my chest, "I'll show you."

We spent several minutes kissing and I decided in about 10 seconds that doing it that way with Kathryn's body plastered against mine, her nipples pressing into my chest, was better than anything I'd ever imagined.

Eventually she pulled away from me. "Are you ready?"

"Just a sec. Let me get the hand cream."

Kathryn giggled. "I don't think you'll be needing that!"

"Why not?"

"Girls make their own lubrication."

And with that, she took my hand and put it over her genitals. It didn't take long for me to press a finger into her slit and it was indeed drenched with a wonderfully slick liquid. I was also aware of a smell, pungent and musky, the fragrance of a sexually excited woman. It's still remains my favorite perfume.

Kathryn sighed as I moved first one finger, then two up and down her slit. "There's a little bump at the top. Feel it?"

"You mean this?"

"Mmmm, yes. That's my clitoris. Gently! Just rub lightly around that and you'll make me cum."

"Cum?"

"Have an orgasm. Cumming is sort of a dirty word. I like to think of it that way. It makes me feel deliciously naughty. Oh, Robby, keep doing that. If feels SO good!"

I almost stopped in shock. Kathryn had NEVER before used the shortened version of my name. The intimacy of it made me aware that we'd stopped being friends. We were lovers now. Kathryn was my lover. I thought my heart would beat right out of my chest.

Over the next few minutes, I rolled my middle finger around her clit (another new word!), occasionally dropping down to the opening of her vagina which was producing so much lubricant that it was actually dripping onto the sofa. The smell coiling around us was incredible.

Kathryn reached down and gripped my stiff cock. "I'm very close now," she whispered. "Just keep doing that."

Both of us were trembling again. Her hip molded against mine as my free arm circled her shoulders. Bending her legs a bit, she pressed herself harder against my hand as her hips began moving.

"Oh yes, oh yes! That's so good... Oh...oh...OHHHHHHHH..."

First she stiffened, every fiber of her body quivering as her hips madly ground against my hand and her juices gushed out, then she went completely limp and I was sure she'd fainted.

As I lifted her into my arms, she began mumbling, "So good...so good..."

Kissing the sweat from her forehead, it was then that I realized I'd fallen in love.