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Slightly, Once Ch. 01

By: Balrog



No worries, we're all 18 in this story. She came to me in a dream, especially the shorts, which in the dream were even more risqué, exposing nearly half her delightful cheeks. The vision was pressing her up against the wall and cupping those cheeks in the shorts. Maybe in a later episode. Those shorts would have gotten her tossed out, so I tamed it a little bit. Not that any of this is at all credible.

She rattled around for a long time in my head, wanting to come out on paper. Well, on the screen, at least. Somehow I keep inventing female characters that I fall completely in love with. Kim is no exception. Straight from a dream, however. I only sort of played basketball in high school, and I only knew one six-foot girl. Enjoy, I hope.




Fall registration. Hot August day. My senior year in high school, 1972. Long lines in the gymnasium as we mostly stood around waiting to get our classes. Easier for seniors, and very easy for me, since I'd sacrificed study halls in my first three years to end up with a light schedule my last year.

Then, I saw her. Kim. I had seen her when we were both in summer basketball camp. An even six feet of lithe athleticism, she had been All-State her junior year. I had heard a rumor that her parents had moved into town, and she was transferring to my school. Guess so. There she was.

And was she there. Long blonde hair, parted in the middle, falling loosely halfway down her back. Bright blue eyes, a quick smile, and a ready laugh. She was radiant. But today, it was her shorts. Denim cutoffs so short that her cute, firm cheeks peeked out from below. A plaid shirt, sleeves rolled up, completed a look that was together, and sexy without seeming to try.   Sneakers with rolled-down socks made me smile.

She pinned the Adorable Meter. I had watched her at camp. Quick, graceful, extremely talented, surprisingly tough and aggressive without seeming so, yet unaffected by her stardom. She was nice to everyone, sweet, and always happy-go-lucky. I was too intimidated to even talk to her for two weeks. But she had an underlying, subtle sophistication, a maturity. We had, at that time, what we called "the cheerleader mentality," ultimately responsible for that horrible, shallow comment "Have a nice day!" that is spoken all the time now, but never meant. Kim wasn't that, at all. If she wished you well, it was with those deep blue eyes looking right at you. No way would you refuse to comply, and your heart leapt that she would bestow such a blessing. Call it a pleasant intensity. She was a star, as a basketball player, and as a person.

Smitten? Me? I was a nerd before the term was ever applied. A loner, more or less. Quiet. A top student, an average athlete. Painfully shy and insecure. Girls, more or less, terrified me, even as I admired them. Yeah, smitten applied, but fat chance that I would ever even remotely act on it.

She looked over and saw me. With a squeal she left the line and ran over to me...and almost ran me over. It wasn't so much a hug as it was almost a tackle. Totally unprepared, I almost went over backwards.

"Dave! I'm so happy to see someone I know," she exclaimed, as I tried to keep my balance.

"You know my name?" I asked, truly surprised.

"Of course, silly!" she said, backing off her hug enough to look in my face. "I remember you from camp. You have no idea how great it is to know someone here." She hugged me again, tight. She bounced up and down a little, bending the needle of the Adorable Meter.

"Kim, I didn't even talk to you at camp," I said. "How do you even know my name?"

She backed off again, and her eyes twinkled as she looked in mine. "Research," she said simply. The smile behind the twinkle was warm. I felt like a stick of butter in 110 degree heat.

"Can you come home with me for lunch?" It almost sounded like a plea. "Please? Mom will be so excited that I met someone I know. And besides, you're so tall!"

True enough. I was 6'6". But as far as basketball went, I wasn't in her class. I was tall, and solid, but slow, not very quick, and nowhere near as instinctively talented. Nor was I nearly as handsome as she was adorable.

"Please?" How did she make her eyes beg, too? And what chance did I have to resist? The needle bent more.

"I'll meet you by the door when we're through," I stammered. At that time, bewilderment was a common state of being for me.

"Great!" She even sounded like she meant it.

We finished registration just before lunchtime, and met up by the door. "We only live a couple blocks away," she said, looking right at me with that smile. "Let's walk!" And with that, she took off. I was left to catch up, but watching her incredible, tight rear end peeking out from under those cutoffs, mounted upon the longest, loveliest legs I'd ever seen put me in no real hurry to catch up. And the grace she had on the basketball court translated into a motion as she walked that was mesmerizing. Her body just flowed.

Finally, she noticed, stopped and turned around. "Are you sneaking a peek at my butt?" she asked with a wicked smile.

"Uh, you caught me," I said glumly as I walked up to her.

She stroked the underside of my chin, almost as if I were a puppy. "I'll just have to take it as a compliment!" she said, her eyes turning gentle. How did she do that? The needle broke.

Lunch was, well, cute. Her dad had taken a new job nearby. Her mom was really nice, asking a lot of questions about the town, stores, restaurants, the school, people. She also gently probed me for who I was, about my family, my school career. She was subtle, and good. I felt completely comfortable and after a while was concerned that I was babbling. Kim was quiet, just watching me, all the time with this little smile on her face. Her eyes curious. How did she do that?

Mom excused herself to go grocery shopping. Kim laughed. "I think she likes you."

"Doesn't she usually like the boys you bring home?"

"I wouldn't know," she said lightly, "I never have...before now."

"Then why me?"

"Why not? Would you have preferred that I didn't?" The smile was genuine. She was teasing.

"No, not at all," I said, "But I just don't understand why."

"Because I know you from camp. Because you're the only person I know in a new place. Because you're tall. Because I want to get to know you." 

I had no idea how to respond. "Well, uh, I guess I'll be going," I said.

"Are you good at math?" she asked.

"Um, yeah, I guess," I said.

"Will you help me? I'm terrible at it."

"Sure. Anytime."

"And can we play one-on-one? I'd love to have someone big like you who can help me work on my moves."

"You mean, basketball?"

Her eyes went wide in surprise, and then she laughed a full, throaty laugh, throwing her head back, and hugging me. I was confused. "Yes, silly. Basketball! What did you think I meant?" Then it struck her. "Oh, my!" she wagged a finger at me. "Naughty boy! Well, we'll see about the other."

I blushed about as deeply as anyone could blush, and hung my head. She looked at me hard. When I met her eyes, I only blushed more. My face was burning up. Her eyes took on a softness, but she was enjoying herself, more, maybe, than just a little bit. "Dave! I'll take that as a compliment, too. I'm flattered." My blush deepened. "And," she said lightly, "I didn't say No. See you at school!"

I left, or more should say, floated, out of the house. 

The whole school quickly fell in love with Kim. Always bright and cheerful, she was able to befriend everyone with her open manner, ability to listen, sharp memory, and constant, genuine smile. I saw her daily, and we would chat a little bit. She always had a ready smile and nice things to say. But they never rang false. She was sensitive and perceptive.

She and I started practicing together, playing mostly one-on-one. It gave her the chance to work on her inside moves and rebounding against someone much bigger. She was good. I worked hard to counter her quickness. She, on the other hand, was creative and inventive. I'm embarrassed to say it, but we were evenly matched. But well, to be honest, it was often hard to concentrate. She was gorgeous even with, and maybe especially with, sweat on her face.

And she pulled stuff she'd never pull otherwise. Dribbling, she'd back into me, planting that delicious butt right into my crotch and rubbing it, just a little bit. Just as I was contemplating committing a very personal foul, she would sense my distraction, spin past me and go in for an easy layup. She would laugh at me as she passed me the ball, her eyes just a little wicked. How did she do that?

All the guys at school fell in love with her that fall. She was always surrounded by the most popular guys in the halls. But as weeks passed, I never heard of anyone actually taking her out which, for one thing, kept her from being universally hated by all the girls for stealing the men. Somehow, she was able to stay in everyone's good graces. Finally, I asked her about dating.

"No one has asked me out that I'm really interested in," she said simply. "They're nice guys, but..." She shrugged. The sparkle had left her eyes. That was a first.

"Does that mean you don't want to go out?" I asked.

"No, just that the guy I want to ask me out hasn't yet," she replied. "And to be honest, it's getting pretty annoying."

That's the first time I'd ever heard her say anything even slightly negative. "You mean there is somebody you'd want to go out with?"

"Yup," she said simply.

"Who's that? Maybe I can help?" I said.

She just looked at me, unsmiling. The look became a stare. She wouldn't break eye contact. Slowly, an idea formed in my thick brain. She saw it form. That smile crept into her face and those eyes started to twinkle again.

"Me?" I asked meekly. 

The smile grew just a little, and she nodded slightly, just once. I panicked. She saw it and laughed out loud.

"Oh, Dave, I don't bite!"

"But why me?"

"Because you're sweet. Because I can wear heels if we go out." She moved closer; we were almost nose-to-nose. "Because I'll have to go up on tippy-toes to kiss you!" She was inches away, her eyes staring straight into mine, with a huge smile. Remember the Adorable Meter? Good thing it was already broken.

Nonplussed doesn't cover it. I couldn't even speak. She, on the other hand, was completely enjoying my discomfort.

"Well?" she asked, eyebrows raised. There was a long, thick silence while I mustered every bit of courage I could.

"Uh, Kim," I stammered. "Would you do me the honor of going to the Homecoming dance with me?" There. I did it! I have no idea how. I'd never been so terrified in my life.

She clapped and bounced. "Oh, yes! I'd love to go with you!" She threw her arms around my shoulders in a big hug. "I have to go buy a dress!" She ran away, skipping. Gracefully, long hair bouncing.

I was stunned. I had a date, a real date, with Kim!

Homecoming was two weeks away, and couldn't come soon enough. I had never gone before. I had barely dated before, and they could barely be called dates. Painfully shy. Inexperienced. In every way. 

We made it a weekend, going to the football game together (and making quite a scene – Kim on a date! I, on the other hand, felt invisible, for which I was grateful). We sat in the stands on a chilly evening, and she held my hand. I thought I might die in bliss. She took my arm as we walked out, and I sensed, just a little, that she was establishing territory, sending a message to the other girls. Not that she needed to. Not that any other girls had designs on me. Not that I wanted to be anywhere else. It was so sweet I almost cried. I took her home and shook her hand at the door. The thought of kissing made my blood run cold. She was graceful enough not to make fun of me, and told me what a great time she'd had.

I had made dinner reservations for before the dance, and arrived to get her at the appointed time with a corsage, tie straight and blazer unbuttoned. Her father met me at the door and let me in. Almost immediately, Kim came down the stairs, and I felt like I'd been punched in the gut – all the air left me. A spaghetti-strap, pale yellow plain mini-dress clung to her curves in the most delicate way. It exposed a little cleavage – she didn't have big breasts, but enough to fill out the dress quite nicely, thank you.

Ending what seemed like several feet above her knees, her toned, long legs descended the stairs, slightly shiny with her stockings. White spike heels – I had expected heels – put her at about 6'3". She wore her long blonde hair loose, a simple string of pearls around her neck, with matching bangle earrings. Light makeup took her natural beauty up several notches. I had never seen her eyes so blue. I had never seen her so radiant, and that was saying something.

"You look amazing," I said, gulping. Yes, I actually gulped.

Her smile seemed only for me. "Thank you," she said gently.

"Here," I said, handing her the corsage box. She opened it and gasped. It was a white orchid.

"Oh, David, it's beautiful! No one has ever given me flowers before!" There was just a trace of a tear. She held it out to me. "You have to pin it on!"

Pin it on? On a spaghetti-strap dress? I looked at her, dumbly.

"Oh look! It has a strap! I can wear it on my wrist!" She put out her wrist and I put it on her, breathing a sigh of relief that the florist had been so thoughtful.

Mom to the rescue, with a huge smile. "Time to be off, kids! Dinner won't wait." She clearly was happy for her. Mom and Dad hugged her. Dad shook my hand and told me to take care of his little girl. 

I helped her with her coat. Kim took my arm and led me out the door. Dad called after us to have a good time.

I opened the car door for her, and she got in, immediately moving over to the middle of the bench seat. I stifled my surprise, and went around to get in the driver's side.

Kim nestled in against me., hugging my arm. "You're nervous," she said.

"Truth be told, I'm terrified," I replied.

"Terrified? Why?"

"Because you are just so incredibly beautiful, and I'm scared to act like a jerk."

She laughed out loud. "Nothing you could do would make me think you're a jerk. Not gonna happen." She squeezed my arm.

"Really?"

"Tell you what. Can we get something out of the way?"

"Sure. What?"

"Kiss me." She was staring right at me. Unsmiling. Serious.

"WHAT!"

"Kiss me. Let's get our first kiss over with!"

"You mean, you want to kiss me?"

"One look at the corsage, and you're lucky you didn't get kissed in front of my folks! No one has ever given me flowers before." Her eyes misted, just a little.

I just gaped at her. "I, uh, I've never really kissed a girl before."

"Never?" She looked surprised. "Well, no matter. I've never kissed a boy before. So, we might as well get it over with!" She took my face in both her hands and turned me to her. Our lips met so, so gently. It was brief, but beautiful.

"Hmm," she said, licking her lips. Smiling now. "Nice, but not enough. This time, let's put a little more into it." With that, her lips moved to mine and we pressed them together a bit harder. My hand moved to the back of her head. Her tongue tickled my lips, and my teeth. I opened a little and my tongue met hers, and they danced. I felt electricity coursing through my body. We ended our kiss, and both sighed. She looked at me from inches away. "More later. I'm hungry."

Dinner was delightful. Good food and Kim's light conversation. She was excited about the basketball season. Our girls team was already good, and adding Kim made us a state contender.  She thanked me for working out with her, claiming that it was making a difference. I didn't ask her if backing her butt into her female opponents had the same effect on them as it did on me. We didn't drink, but her laugh was intoxicating. I had never had such a pleasant meal. I felt so light that I worried I might float away. We talked about dating. Me: inexperienced. Her: uninterested, but hotly pursued by just about every male in sight. So she hadn't dated, either, focusing instead on a basketball career destined to earn a college scholarship, which was rare at that time for girls I felt completely inadequate, but thrilled to be enjoying her company. She, in turn, seemed to be completely happy.

The dance was magical. Kim was radiant all night long. Other guys asked her to dance, and she would look at me as if to ask permission. Of course I let her. But she insisted on dancing all the really slow dances with me, putting her arms around my neck and pressing close, nuzzling into my neck. I couldn't help it, and developed an erection each time. I'm sure that she couldn't help but notice, pressed that tightly, but she didn't say anything or make fun of me. Fortunately, the faculty wasn't going around with rulers keeping people apart. I could hide my boner that way, pressed against her. I was glad to be wearing a blazer that also hid my arousal.

It was late when I drove her home. I parked in the driveway. There was a light on the porch, but the house was dark.

"My parents have gone to bed," she said. "Good! Can we spend some time here?" She spun around to face me, tucking her legs under her on the seat, and immediately put her arms around my neck. "Please kiss me," she said, and didn't wait for an answer.

We necked for the next half hour, enjoying the sweetest of kisses. Then, I escorted her to the front door, and was rewarded with one last, memorable kiss, her body melting into mine.

"I had a wonderful time with you tonight, Dave," she said. "When can we do this again?"

"Really?"

"Yes, Dave, really," she said, arms around me. "For one thing, with heels on tonight I don't need to go up on tippy-toes. See?" She kissed me lightly again. "We need to go on a more casual date so I can wear sneakers!" She laughed, and held me tight. I felt light-headed.

We made a date. And then another. And more. We became a couple. My shyness decreased, a little. She was so easy to be with.

One night, a few weeks later, while we were characteristically kissing in my car, she pulled back and looked at me. 

"When are you going to touch my breasts?"

Not that I hadn't thought about it, but I was still intimidated by this beautiful woman, and afraid I'd do something to screw things up. I said as much. She laughed. "You have been the most wonderful, sweetest gentleman a girl could ever ask for, and I'm deeply grateful that you treat me so well. I love to kiss you, and am grateful that we find so much time to practice it. But could you maybe, please, be a little bit less of a gentleman?" She smiled, tilting her head in the most fetching manner.

I kissed her again. My hand moved inside her jacket and covered her breast over her shirt, the same plaid one she had worn at registration. Her breast felt so smooth. It was an ample handful, and I squeezed it gently. She sighed and arched her back, moving herself into my hand. She reached and undid a button. Looking at me, she said softly, "Take the hint."

I clumsily unbuttoned the rest of the buttons to where the shirt tucked into her jeans. My hand went inside to find her again, gently caressing the firm flesh. I felt her nipple poking at the fabric of her bra. Her breathing came harder. We kissed, tongues deeply entwined. We broke for a second. "It clasps in front," she breathed. I found the clasp, groped at it, struggled, and finally succeeded in unhooking it. She giggled, but followed the giggle by attacking my tongue with renewed fervor.

A thought crept in. I pulled back. "Did you wear this shirt and bra on purpose?"

Her eyes were on fire. How did she do that? "A girl doesn't kiss and tell." She moved in to kiss me.

My hand moved the fabric away, and I touched the bare skin of my first breast. I cupped it and held it firm, feeling the erect nipple in my palm. I caressed it, squeezed it, felt it all over, wanting to memorize every contour. "Pinch my nipple," she whispered. I took it between my thumb and index finger and squeezed, rolling it. She moaned and pressed into me. I kissed her cheek, her neck, her shoulder, slowly working my way down, completely unsure of what I was doing, but getting what sounded like encouraging sighs and moans from Kim.


Slightly, Once Ch. 01



I cupped the bottom of her breast, nipple poking out. I softly kissed it, and Kim groaned and pulled my head closer. I took it into my mouth and sucked, and she cried out. I licked her nipple with the tip of my tongue. I swirled my tongue around it, then I sucked it deep again.

"Oh, that feels so good! Don't stop!"

I was pleased to obey, continuing my sucking. I took more of her into my mouth. I kissed and licked her entire breast – the top, the underside. I moved to give equal treatment to the other one.

"I can't believe how good you make me feel!" she cried. She pulled my head to her chest, begging for more.

We continued for a while, but it was early December, and the car was getting chilly. I kissed her lips and gave one last full massage to both her breasts, and then struggled, successful finally, to rebutton her shirt. Kim watched me struggle, amused.

"Time to go," I said.

Her eyes pouted. "I suppose so," she said sadly. "When can we do this again?" She asked brightly.

"Not soon enough. I'll call you."

"OK. Thanks for a wonderful evening of new experiences," she said.

"Thank you, sweet lady," I replied, remembering how good she tasted. At the door, she went up on tippy-toes for one last kiss.

Christmas was upon us. I shopped and shopped for the perfect gift. I spent more money than I could afford, but I was completely smitten, and wanted our first Christmas to be special.

We were on the phone. "Can you come over Christmas Eve? My parents will be gone until after the midnight service and I want to make you dinner."

"Sure. I'd love to. Can we give presents?"

"Yeah. Sounds good. Be here by six?"

"A date."

I arrived on time, roses and presents in hand. She squealed when she saw the roses, and took them into the kitchen to put them in a vase. Dinner was lovely – she was a promising cook, valuing fresh ingredients, not easy to find in Midwestern grocery stores in the winter of 1972-73. She wore a simple teal v-necked sweater and jeans, and furry slippers. From her poking nipples I could tell she wore no bra. Her hair was tied back. No makeup that I could discern, but she never really needed any. She was elegant and lovely, as always.

After dinner, we settled in on the sofa with tea. She opened my presents – a necklace, matching earrings, and perfume. She cried. She actually cried. "Oh, Dave, they're beautiful! Help me put on the necklace!" She turned, holding it behind her head so I could fasten the clasp. She swapped her earrings for my pair. Then she sampled the perfume, spraying a little on her wrist and taking a light sniff. "It's lovely," she said, tears running down her cheek. "Will you find it irresistible?"

"You don't need perfume to be irresistible," I said. She wiped the tears and blew her nose.

"We have a long evening together ahead of us," she said.

"I want it to be special."

"Me, too. Dave?" She almost looked uncomfortable.

"What, Kim?"

"Dave, would you be interested in being even less of a gentleman tonight?" She faced me on the sofa, legs tucked and her head leaning on her hand. Her smile carried mischief. She toyed with the necklace.

"Uh, what did you have in mind?" I stuttered. She could still make me nervous at the drop of a word.

I thought I saw just a little disappointment. "Oh, never mind," she said dismissively. She inched closer and kissed me softly. I took her in my arms and responded. We kissed and kissed, tongues getting a happy workout. She was so beautiful.

Just as I was going to move my hand to her breast, her hand came off my neck and slowly started to travel down my chest, to my belt. My breathing almost stopped. Was she doing what I think she was? Her hand continued to travel southward until it came to rest on one very hard cock. She squeezed it gently and began to rub its length through my jeans. I could feel her smiling with my lips as we kissed. For my part, I moaned.

"I remember the Homecoming dance," she whispered in my ear. I could hear the smile. "All those slow dances pressed up against you, feeling this."

"I'm so embarrassed," I said, lowering my gaze.

"Don't be. I took it as a compliment. I've also taken it as a compliment that as long as we have dated, you've never tried to push your advantage. You have always treated me with so much respect. That means a lot to me."

"Kim, you have come to mean a lot to me. At the same time, you intimidate me, and I'm afraid to screw things up and lose you. It would break my heart."

"It would be completely impossible," she said.

"Thank you for saying that," I said.

"Well, then, now that we have that out of the way, can we pick up where we left off?" She raised her eyebrows as she looked deeply into my eyes. She was still stroking my rod. Her hand went to my belt, and a little clumsily she loosened it, which caused her to giggle. She unsnapped my pants, and slowly pulled down the zipper. Her eyes started to, well, smolder is the only way I can describe it. She was staring at me while she lowered the zipper. I was just focusing on the feeling, and the incredibly sexy sound my zipper seemed to make.

Admitting, finally, that I knew where this was going in the short term, I took my hand that wasn't around her, spread my jeans, and pulled down my underwear, exposing my cock to the cool air. Immediately, her hand wrapped around it and I almost came. From basketball, her hands weren't soft, but her fingers were long and thin, and her touch was gentle. She wrapped around me just below the helmet, and firmed her grip just a little. I moaned and slouched a little. Her grip loosened and she began to feel my cock all over – the head, the length of the shaft, my ball sac. Her light touch of exploration felt so wonderful. We resumed kissing while she explored. I was breathing hard.

"Tell me what feels good," she whispered. "I've never held one before. I'm not sure what you'd like."

"Mmm," I said. It was almost a purr. "Stroke me full length, grip me firmly below the head and stroke. It all feels good. I've never had anyone do this to me."

She did what I described, stroking my length with long, soft strokes. She gave me short, firm strokes. It was all so incredibly exciting. Being 18, the inevitable came sooner than I would have liked. It was good that she held me vertically, as ropes of sperm jetted almost a foot in the air. She screamed, giggled, and squeezed me.

"Kim, that was the most incredible thing that's ever happened to me," I said.

"You're welcome," she said, eyes bright.

"Um, well. I'm not quite sure how to ask this, but what, um, can I do for you?"

"I thought you'd never ask," she said. With that, she stood up, and in one motion pulled the sweater over her head to expose her lovely breasts. She then quickly stripped off her jeans and panties. She ditched the slippers as the jeans came off. She was completely naked. She sat down beside me. The cool air and her arousal had her nipples hard. Her tummy was flat, with little ripples of her abs. I could see her trimmed pubic hair. Her legs were so long, so beautiful.

"I want to feel your hands and your lips all over me. I want you to caress every inch of my body."

Stunned, nevertheless I went to work, starting with some deep, deep kissing. My hand roamed to her shoulders and down to her breasts. I fondled them, caressed them, squeezed them. I rubbed her nipples and squeezed them. She moaned and squirmed and kissed me harder.

My hands worked down to the side of her tummy. She had the most wonderful tummy in the world – firm, well-muscled, without an inch of jiggle. I tickled her navel. She giggled, and proceeded to plant an incredible kiss on my lips, tongue practically ramming down my throat. Her breathing was rough. My hands moved to her hips, down her thighs.

She broke our kiss. "Take off all your clothes and lie here with me. I want to feel your skin against my skin."

I stood and took off my shirt while she pulled my pants, already partway down, the rest of the way. I stepped out of my shoes and pants. I was naked except for my socks. Kim lay back on the sofa and beckoned me with her arms. She stole a peek at my cock, which was hard again.

I tucked in, putting an arm under her neck, and held her close. I could feel her soft, cool skin against me. Feel her taut nipples against my chest. She wrapped her top leg around me, and I found my hard cock resting against her stomach. She put her arms around my neck, pulled me even closer, and we resumed some delightful kissing.

I moved a hand to her head, and caressed her. I kissed her jaw line, and tongued her ear. She shivered. "Look at me," she laughed. "You gave me goose bumps!"

"Sorry!"

"No," she said mischievously, "I like it."

My hand roamed down her side, stopping to rub her shoulder a little, then to feel the side of her breast, then to feel her waist and where her hip intersected with it. One long stroke took me down the outside of her leg, all the way to her knee, and then back up again. We kept kissing. I spent some time caressing her breast, pinching her nipple, which made her sigh and wriggle against me. She moved her hips, rubbing my cock against her belly. My hand worked down her side again. This time, when I reached her knee, she lifted up her leg, bending it at the knee.

She looked at me. "Take the hint," she whispered.

I moved my hand to the inside of her thigh behind her knee and, slowly, ever so slowly, brought my hand up, stopping to caress and squeeze the muscle that now stood out with her leg raised. Soon, I was poised very near her pussy, hesitating, not quite sure what to do next. I never had a chance. Without warning, she scootched down, and my hand suddenly cupped her, my fingers between her legs on her outer lips. She sighed.

"Rub me there, please."

I pressed my hand. I rubbed my fingers on her outer lips. I could feel wetness. I stroked her, and she moved her hips against me. We kissed passionately. She worked her tongue deep inside my mouth. I established a rhythm of rubbing, and she rocked harder against me. Her hand came down and gripped my shaft. She started stroking me in the same rhythm as she was rubbing against my hand.

"Oh, oh, Dave, that feels so good!"

"Kim, I can't believe this."

My finger found its way between her lips, and I stuck it in as deeply as I could, pretending that it was a cock fucking her. Her breathing came harder, and she bucked faster.

"Oh, Dave, that's so good!"

We rubbed and stroked. Suddenly, Kim arched her back, pressing my finger even deeper, and she cried out. She bucked and bucked in a hard orgasm. After a minute, she came down.

"Whew!" she said, as she looked at me, eyes gentle. "I've never felt anything like that before!"

"I've never done anything like that before," I said. "Did you like it?"

"Now that," she said, interrupting herself by kissing my nose. "Is the silliest question I've ever heard." She kissed me on the lips, but kept her tongue to herself. Then she kissed my neck, and then my chest, and slowly worked her way down my stomach with a multitude of light, soft kisses. She took my cock in her hand, and softly kissed the tip. Her tongue came out, and she started at the base and licked the entire length. When she got to the top, she took my purple head into her mouth. I felt her tongue on the underside, where, I learned quickly, I was most sensitive. Her cheeks sucked in as she sucked, closing her mouth's flesh, conforming to the shape of my penis. She came off with a pop.

"I don't really know what to do," she said, with a passing concern moving across her face. "I'm just imagining how it would feel to you, and what would feel good."

"It feels incredible," I said.

"Good! Well, back to it!" And her mouth engulfed me, taking almost half my length in one swift move. She started to pump me with her mouth, holding the base of my shaft, making sure her tongue had firm contact with my flesh.

She moved to take me deeper, and I watched my cock slowly disappear into her mouth. She came off and panted. "I think I know what to do!" And she dropped down, took my cock all the way, nose tickling my pubic hair. She rose up and came off, and did it again. She set up a rhythm of slowly taking me all the way into her mouth and coming off. She was fucking me with her mouth slowly, intensely, passionately. I couldn't believe how it felt.

After a few minutes, she held my head in her mouth, and circled my shaft with her thumb and index finger. With firm pressure, she stroked me with her hand while holding me in her mouth. The feeling was incredible, and it took me over the top, sperm bubbling up from my balls.

"Kim, I'm going to cum!" I cried.

She held firm, and squeezed me tighter with her fingers as she stroked. This time, I arched off the sofa and exploded into her mouth. As I spurted, she continued her stroking, and I felt her tongue caressing me, felt her lips on my shaft, felt myself filling her mouth with jism.

Finally, I finished spurting. Kim came off my cock and licked her lips. She smiled brightly. "Pretty good with the gag reflex, huh?"

"Thank you, Kim" was all I could muster.

"Cuddle me," she said, nestling into me, and holding me close.

We must have dozed for a little while. I awoke, happy now, in retrospect, that I was 18. I was hard again. Kim felt me hard against her tummy, and purred.

"Come here," she said, moving a leg under me and pulling me on top of her. I found myself on top of her, between her legs, my dick resting on her stomach. Her arms were around my neck.

"Make love to me," she said, looking deeply into my eyes.

"Are you sure?" I said, once again nervous at the drop of a word.

She looked at me, a tear forming in the corner of her eye, and nodded once.

"Um, not quite yet," I stammered. "There's something I want to try."

"What's that?"

"I'll show you." With that, I kissed her, no tongue, and then began to slowly kiss my way down her body. Her neck, shoulders, the tops of her breasts. I spent a long time kissing her nipples, sucking them, biting them ever-so-gently with my teeth.

Then, further down to kiss her magnificent tummy. "Kim, I'm just trying to imagine, like you before, what would feel good to you," I said.

She purred. "So far, you're doing just fine. It feels wonderful and you're turning me on so much!" She put her hands on my head and pulled me back to her tummy.

With that, I tongued her navel and she wriggled and giggled. "No fair! I compliment you and you tickle me?"

"Sorry. Your belly-button was just too irresistible." I resumed kissing, and ran my tongue around her tummy.

"Umm, that's more like it!"

I continued slowly, painfully slowly, to work my way down. Finally, I could bury my lips in her fur. I nestled my lips into her pubic hair, and kissed. I spread her legs and put them up on my shoulders as I made one last move down. Her glistening pussy was now right I front of my face. I wrapped my arms around her legs and massaged the tops of her thighs. I kissed and nipped the inside of her legs, and inhaled the scent of her arousal. She started to writhe just a little, as my lips continued to tease her.

"Please, Dave," she said breathlessly. "Stop torturing me!" She put her hands on either side of my head and moved me forward. I stuck out my tongue and made contact with her lips. I burrowed my face into her snatch.

"Aaaaiiiiyeee!" she screamed. "Oh, yes, Dave! Oh yes!" She ground her hips into my face.

I discovered that I really liked oral sex. I set to work licking and nipping her lips. I stuck my tongue out and pretended that it was a penis, thrusting it in and out between her lips, loving the taste. Kim responded to my motions and pulled me closer. I flattened my tongue and licked up, attacking her clit. Kim screamed, arched her back, and covered my face with her moistness as she came hard. 

"Oh, God, Dave, that's so good!" 

I raised my head. "Would you like more? This is really fun!" I said.

She laughed a deep, throaty laugh. "Don't let me stop you!"

I resumed eating her out. I kissed her thighs, I licked and sucked and nibbled. I sucked her clit, and was rewarded with another huge orgasm.

"I don't think I can take much more," she moaned.

"But I don't want to stop!" I said, and dove to lick her lips again.

She pulled my head in. "Then don't!"

I moved my hands up to cover her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples. This caused her to moan and writhe with renewed fervor.

"Dave! Dave! I'm cummmmming!" She pressed her pussy into my face and again I was rewarded with a flow of orgasmic juices. My face was soaked, but I didn't care.

She held out her arms. "Come here. Hold me." I moved up, my torso between her legs, which she wrapped around me, ankles on the backs of my knees. My incredibly hard cock pinned between our tummies.

Kim said, "I need to kiss you!"

"I'm a wet mess." I replied.

"I don't care." She pulled me to her and her tongue attacked my mouth. We kissed passionately, not breaking for a long time.

"I never believed I could feel this way!" Kim exclaimed. "I feel like I'm on fire! And every time you made me come, I thought the fire would be put out, but instead, it just felt hotter!" She kissed me deeply again. 

She looked at me deeply. "Make love to me, Dave. Make me your woman. Complete me."

I don't know where my presence of mind came from. Yes I do. Fear. "Is it safe?"

Her smile was warm. "Yes, to make a long story short. It's safe. I shouldn't even bleed, and we won't make a baby."

"Are you sure this is what you want?" I asked. Still nervous.

Her eyes sparkled. She reached between us and took my shaft, guiding it to her opening. I felt my helmet against the moistness of her lips, parting them just slightly. She scootched and my head was inside, wet and warm. It was a heavenly feeling.

Her arms held me tight. "Don't make me do all the work."

Obligingly, I moved forward and my cock penetrated her about half way. I pulled back to where just the head was inside, and moved forward, burying myself a little deeper. Back out, and then back in, all the way, my entire length filling her up. Her legs wrapped up high around my waist, and she moved her hips against me. I responded and we set up a rhythm of slow strokes. We kissed and she was almost an animal, her passion expressing itself with her tongue.

And with her hips. I was stroking firmly, but she was giving as good as she was getting. Her breathing started to come hard, and matched her movements. She was fast climbing towards a powerful orgasm. We bucked. I thrust, she thrust back. Our bodies worked together as if we had been doing this all our lives. Our kissed were deep. Our tongues wrestled. We held each other close.

She broke our kiss. She came. She arched her back and screamed, almost bucking me off the couch. Her body spasmed, and I could feel her pussy as it contracted around my cock, squeezing me tightly with her muscles. I couldn't believe how it felt. She was out of control, writhing in ecstasy as her climax rippled through her. She hugged me tight, and I felt her sobbing.

"What's wrong?" I asked, looking down at her.

She smiled through tears. "I never expected the first time I made love to be so wonderful, so exciting." She kissed me, with a big smack. And she laughed brightly. I looked down at her, long hair disheveled, sweaty. Radiant.

I smiled, happy that I could make this beautiful woman happy. But I was hard as a rock, and truth be told, almost a little uncomfortable being so aroused. "Thank you. But are we done?"

Her eyes went all gentle, her arms wrapped around my neck. She shook her head, once, wrapped her legs tighter around my waist, and slowly started to move against my cock.

I matched her movements. We were slow, now. My strokes were long, and I could feel every inch of my cock working in and out of her. We held each other close, and I nuzzled her ear with my nose. I tongued her ear, and she giggled. "Goosebumps!" she cried. I smiled and kept on doing it. Her movements became more urgent. Her breathing ragged.




Slightly, Once Ch. 01



"You like that," I said, smiling. She nodded, once, and picked up her rhythm, her hips rocking against me. She was building towards another climax.

I raised up on straight arms. I looked down to see her elegant body, breasts jiggling slightly with her movements, the washboard ripples of her abs. And I watched my cock move in and out of her as we thrust. I pulled back, and saw just the bottom of my head peek out, then I thrust forward and watched it all disappear inside her. She moaned and tried to pick up the pace.

"Slow down," I whispered. "Let's do this slowly. Let me feel every stroke in and out of you." She purred, and slowed, but it was clear she wanted to go faster. "Slowly," I said. "Let me fill you and empty you slowly, until I can't hold back. It's sooo sexy to watch us make love! I want to see me move in and out of you. She craned, and watched too.

We went on that way for what felt like a long time. "Um, you're right," she said as she watched us fuck. "It turns me on to see you and feel you fill me up. I love the way you feel when you're deep inside me." She moved, trying to go faster.

Then, I felt it start to well up from deep in my balls. "Kim, I'm going to cum soon."

"Tell me," she gasped. "Tell me when so I can come with you."

"Slowly, my lady. Slowly." I slowed, which increased the intensity of the feeling. I came down and pulled her close, arms under her shoulders. She put her hands on my ass and tried to pull me in deeper.

"Deeper! Deeper! Bury that cock inside me," she said in my ear.

We rocked and rocked, and I felt it well up. I was close now, real close. Then, I went over the top and there was no going back. "Kim," I said. "Now." I stuck my tongue deep into her ear, knowing it would drive her over the top, too.

She cried out and arched again, as I exploded into her, gently pushing as deeply into her as I could and holding myself inside her as I pulsed jet after jet of cum. We came together, we were blinded, we almost passed out. I almost felt like I was out of my body, looking down at myself entwined with a beautiful lady, giving her my seed. Slowly, oh, so slowly, we came down, and held each other tight, cuddling in the afterglow. I was still inside her, going only slightly soft. But there was no motion now. We were spent, and just wanted to be close. I focused on feeling every inch of her body against mine. Of feeling my cock as it went limp, still enjoying the incredible wetness of her insides. I nuzzled her neck, getting a mouthful of long blonde hair. I didn't care. She made little moaning sounds and nuzzled back.

After a few minutes, Kim went to clean herself up. She brought me a damp towel to wipe my face and crotch. We put on our clothes and resumed cuddling, not wanting to take a chance of having her folks catch us naked. Her folks found us fast asleep, holding each other tight. We awoke, giggled, and said a sleepy good-night.

"Come over tomorrow," she said, yawning. "And spend some time with me. I didn't give you your present."

"Beautiful lady, you most certainly gave me the best present I will ever get," I said. "Merry Christmas, Kim."

"Merry Christmas," she said, blue eyes full of affection, and another tear. "Thank you for the best Christmas I will ever have."

"Not if I have anything to say about it." 

I was rewarded with a tight, body-melting hug.





Way too much in love with Kim, Part 2 is already written, and will follow soon. Thanks for reading.



Slightly, Once Ch. 02



Nothing like setting up a spin move. I like these characters a lot.


A few days later, we were at the gym, playing a little one-on-one before Kim's practice. Christmas Day had been sweet. She had given me a fountain pen, and it was wonderful. She knew that I liked to write, and in the days before PCs, beautiful writing instruments were treasured. It was a deeply personal, totally sensitive gift. I loved it. The day had been light, her folks welcoming, and they seemed to have no hint of the intense passion we had shared the night before. 

But we did. Subtly, we couldn't keep our hands off each other, even if it was just holding hands sitting on the sofa. We traded knowing smiles, and silly winks. When her parents were out of the room, we would steal little kisses. We laughed a lot. We ate a lot. We started to fall in love, I think.

"I need more of last night," Kim would whisper every time her parents left the room. "I want to make you a habit."

I blushed. She laughed.

Now, in the gym, she dribbled and backed into me. I was fully expecting the spin move, but wasn't sure whether it would be to the right or left. It was neither. She just ground her butt into my crotch, bouncing the ball a little harder. Here, with basketball season in full swing, she was in top physical shape. The best butt in the universe was just that much more firm, tight, and lovely. Grinding into my groin, it couldn't miss having a profound effect. I looked at the shapely back before me, from the long blonde ponytail, strong yet delicate shoulders, graceful arms through rolled-up sleeves, and long curves into a lovely waist, flaring out to slim hips. For my tastes, perfect. Not to mention that her butt sat atop a perfect set of long, long legs. I might have actually drooled as I took this all in.

"Umm," she purred as she ground into me. "Am I making you hard?"

Yup. And I said as much.

"Good!" And she spun left for an easy layup.

"No fair!" I yelped.

She came up and kissed my nose. "All's fair in love and war, big fella." She kept the ball.

And have I mentioned lately that Kim sparkled? She glowed. She radiated a sweetness, a lightness that was so appealing. Always appearing to be happy, she had a quick smile, and a ready laugh. And, it seemed, she wanted to be my girl. I know that I couldn't have been happier, or more honored, to be the object of her affections, even if I really didn't understand why I had been chosen. She was everything The Girl Next Door should be, outside and, especially, inside. Plus, she was apparently learning to love sex.

Backing into me again, she resumed grinding herself into my groin. This time, I grabbed her hips and ground back, my dick finding the crack of her butt and rubbing in it. Fortunately, we were the only ones in the gym. Yup, I was hard, all right.

"No fair!" she yelled. "Foul! Illegal use of the hands!" But she kept grinding.

"Are you complaining?" I asked, hands still pulling her close, sausage still grinding between the buns.

"Well," she paused, grinding back. "No. But it's very frustrating."

"Because I'm preventing your spin move?" I asked, with a little mischief in my voice.

"Not exactly," she replied. "It's because there are so many layers of clothes between us."

I thought quickly. "Come on. Boys locker room. No one will be in there with the girls' practice up next."

She came up and pressed against me, looking up into my eyes. "Do you dribble before you shoot, big boy?"

"You mean, basketball?" I teased.

She shook her head slightly, once. I kissed her nose. "A guy doesn't kiss and tell. Race you!"

We ran to and through the door. I pressed her up against the lockers and kissed her deeply. She responded by hiking up her legs and wrapping them around my waist. I was holding her up. We kissed and kissed.

"I can't wait," she breathed. "I've got to have you!" She let herself down, and in a few quick moves had shed all her clothes. A few more helped me out of mine. She pulled me close and backed against the lockers, her legs once again circling my waist. "Where were we?" Reaching between us, she guided my cock to her opening and impaled herself on it, burying me to the hilt in one swift move. "Yes!" she moaned. "This is what I need." She started to move her hips, moving my cock in and out. I put my arms under her knees to help hold her up, and could bounce her a little as she moved. I felt my cock sliding in and out. I wasn't going to last, that was for sure.

"Kim, I need to cum!" I gasped.

"Give it to me." She cried. "Give it to me!"

I did, slamming her against the locker and exploding. She screamed and arched, an orgasm of her own wracking her body. I held her close and filled her with sperm, each contraction of my cock elevating me to new heights.

We came down, slowly. I nuzzled her neck, nipping and kissing. She laughed a soft laugh and held my head to her. "God, I needed that!" she said.

"Me, too," I murmured into her neck. We stayed that way for a while, her legs still wrapped around my waist.

"Dave?" Kim asked.

"Yes?"

"Are you still hard?"

I was. Hard, and deep within her. "I guess so."

She looked at me and licked the corner of her lips. "Want to go again?" Her eyes twinkled.

How could I possibly say no? I looked into those blue eyes and nodded. Once.

"Let me down," she said as she unwrapped her legs. I lifted her off my member and let her down. She took me by the hand and went over to the stainless steel trainer's table. She bent over it. "Oh! That's COLD!" she said as she jerked up. Looking around, she scampered to get a towel. Spreading it on the table, and she bent over on top of it. I had a view of her gorgeous, long legs spread, and her pussy glistening. I think I was gaping.

She looked around, back at me. "Are you sneaking a peek at my butt?" She laughed, and I remembered the first day at registration, when I had done just that, and gotten caught.

"Um, caught me," I said, as I had then.

"Well stop it!' she scolded. "And do I have to mail you an invitation?"

Rising from my stupor, I moved in behind her. Six feet tall with legs that went all the way to the floor, and me even taller, I found that we fit together perfectly as I sank into her. From behind, as a new experience, was incredibly exciting. Her vagina seemed to wrap around me in a completely different way. And she was so wet from Round 1 and her orgasm that I had slipped in easily, even though she felt so tight. For a moment, I just stood there, savored the feeling of being inside her, savored feeling the front of my legs against the backs of her thighs. I caressed her sides, running my hands up and down, feeling the curves and the muscle. Then, I grabbed her hips and started thrusting, watching my cock disappear and reappear. Kim reached behind and grabbed my hands, moving against me.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she grunted as my cock impaled her. "Fuck me harder! Fuck me! Fuck me!" New language, for her.

I obliged by picking up my pace. I was now slamming in and out. The smacking sound of my belly against her ass filled the room. I grunted with the exertion, but kept slamming. It was exciting to watch my penis disappear and reappear. Her butt was so firm there was just the slightest jiggle. Disappear, reappear. Impale, expale. Expale? 

She arched off the table, her mouth in an "O", and silently released a pent-up orgasm. Freezing and pushing back against me. I paused to let her experience it, relishing the feeling of my cock inside her, feeling her pussy contract and stimulate me. She quivered, moaning softly. She came down from the high, and lay down on the table. She sighed a deep sigh.

"More," she said simply.

I started thrusting slowly. Moving in long strokes in and out of her. Watching myself disappear. A thought occurred. I pulled out.

"What are you doing?" she wailed.

Not one to disappoint, I dropped to my knees and buried my face.

"OH MY GOD! THAT'S INCREDIBLE!" she screamed.

I licked and sucked and nibbled. I fucked her with my tongue and tickled her clit. The moans and gasps and sighs told me I was having an effect. Her little movements against my mouth were becoming more urgent. I could feel that she was building to another explosion. I caressed her thighs with my hands. I reached to the front of her thighs to pull her into my face. I ate her with fervor. I fucked her with my mouth. She taste so good, so sweet. Everything about her was sweet. All I wanted to do was please her. Drive her crazy.

Sure enough, she arched off the table again and pressed her pussy to my mouth. I responded by plunging my tongue as deeply into her as I could.

"David! David!" she cried. "The things you do to me! I love it! I love it!" She pressed against me. My face was buried. We stayed that way for a minute while she descended from her climax. I nuzzled her pussy gently.

I stood up. "My turn," I said, as I sank home once again.

Kim splayed onto the table. "Yes! Fuck me more!'

I gave her long strokes. This time, she lay still, just taking it. Wet smacking sounds as I pummeled her with an iron-hard penis. She was passive, but grunting and moaning. I fucked her harder. I could feel that the end was near. I stopped, deep inside.

"What are you doing?" she cried. "Why did you stop?"

"Because I want to finish slowly," I panted. "I want you to feel me slowly do it to you. No more fucking. This is different." I grabbed her hips, and started a rhythm of slow, loving movements.

"Slowly, now, beautiful lady," I said softly now. "Slowly."

"Oh Dave, I love you!" she said, as she moved against me. Her arms splayed out in front of her as she was spread-eagled on the table, hair splayed out. Her back was beautiful, her ass so fine, her pussy so sweet.

Her words took me by surprise. "What?" I stopped.

"I love you, you big oaf," she said. "I love you with all my heart. Now, please, finish what you started!"

Bewildered (still a common state of mind for me), I resumed my slow lovemaking. And it really was lovemaking now. I could admit to myself that I had fallen in love with this wonderful girl, and wanted to give her all of my love. While there was no way I could overcome my shyness to say the words, I could try to express it with my body. I felt the intensity notch up, and I slowed even more. It was unbearable.

"Kim, here I cum!" I moaned, exploding.

"Oh, GOD! I feel it! I feel your cum. It's so warm! I feel you pulsing. The head feels HUGE! Oh yes, Dave! Give it to me!"

I did. Every last drop. We stayed connected at the groin as we came down. My weenie finally flagged, exhausted.

We used towels to clean ourselves up, and put on our clothes. It would be hard enough to explain what we were doing were we to be caught with clothes on. Dressed, we hugged and kissed.

"You can't say it, can you?" Kim asked, holding my chin in her hands.

"Say what?" I asked, suspecting what she would say.

"You sweet man!" she exclaimed. "I say that I love you with all my heart, and you can't say those words back!" She laughed.

"Please don't laugh at me," I said, embarrassed.

"No, my love, not at all," she said gently, lovingly. "You told me all I need to hear with your body; with the sweetness that you made love. Yeah, we fucked for a while, and believe me, it wasn't the last time we'll do that. But when you slowed down and made love to me, that was something else again. I couldn't believe the intensity I felt coming from you. The tenderness. You do love me, don't you?" Her eyes looked into mine, deeply, brightly.

I looked back, totally smitten, totally in love, and nodded, slightly, once.

"Oh, God," Kim moaned. "I'm tired. How am I supposed to play basketball?"



That was a lot of fun to write. I'm deeply in love with a figment of my own imagination. Oh well. So be it.



Slightly, Once Ch. 03



I have no idea where this episode is headed. Let's see what happens.



The winter was mild, by Midwestern standards. Not too much snow, not too cold.

Kim led the girls basketball team to the conference championship, and to the state tournament. She was busy and absorbed. I tried my best to be there for her – she was feeling a lot of pressure as the team leader, and was afraid of letting her teammates and the school down.

The boys team fared less well. I had an OK senior year. A good rebounder, but frankly, not much else. I sure didn't scare anyone on offense, although I got my share of put-backs. Needless to say, our season was over before Kim's.

Our social life suffered as the season went on. We were both committed to being good teammates, and so sacrificed a lot of time together for the sake of our teams. That made it really hard, and we tried to make the most of the time we had, which wasn't much, or as often as we wanted. We saw each other daily in school, and usually ate lunch together. She made me feel proud taking my arm in hers as we walked to classes, but that was long before really public displays of affection were tolerated, so there wasn't much beyond squeezing my arm or holding my hand. Occasionally, we'd steal a minute and slip backstage in the auditorium for a brief, torrid kiss and hug. But that was far from enough. After daily, grueling practices and homework, there was little time left to spend with each other.

"I miss you!" Kim wailed one night over the phone. "I want to hug you until blood squirts out your ears!"

"Yuk! Gross!" I said.

"Well, just kidding. But I do want to hug you so bad it hurts!"

"Me, too." I said. "But the season will be over soon, and we can celebrate the state championship!"

"Oh, Dave, do you think we have a chance?" She was anxious about the forthcoming tournament.

"As good a chance as anyone else, especially with you on the floor." Kim had had a spectacular season, and was a shoo-in for All-State again. Some were saying All-American.

"Thank you, Dave, I love you for saying that."

"It's true. You can eat any other player in the state alive," I said confidently, hoping that she would feel that way, too. I saw part of my role to keep her confident in herself, so that self-doubt wasn't a distraction. Basketball is as much in the head as it is in athletic ability. The mental game is more complex than most people understand, especially playing at the level Kim was now approaching.

"There's only one person I want to eat," she said wistfully.

"Don't say that," I groaned. It had been a long time since we had spent any quality time alone. The thought of Kim sliding her lips up and down my erection was vivid, and painful. It wouldn't happen any time soon.

"Sorry, but it's true," she said. "I just want to gobble you up."

"Please stop that, I can't take it."

"Sorry."

"No apologies, but you'll just have to make it up to me when we can."

"I'll take that as a challenge," she said. Uh oh. Kim taking on a challenge could be scary.

"Dave?"

"Yes?"

"Tell me that you love me."

The "L" word. In my shyness, I still was unable to muster the courage to say what we both knew I felt. 

"You know how I feel," I stammered.

"I do. But I want to hear you say it."

"Uh, I...uh, well..." I couldn't do it. Shyness covered me like a blanket.

She laughed, but not without a little hurt showing through. "It's okay, Dave, I'll let you off the hook, this time."

"What have you thought about college?" I asked. She was flooded with scholarship offers and was protected by her parents from hordes of well-meaning, but pesky college recruiters.

"I'm thinking Duke. Good school, full ride, better climate," she said thoughtfully. "But I haven't signed on the dotted line yet."

"Playing hard to get, huh?" I said, teasing.

"For everyone but you," she said softly. Wow. That cut straight to my heart, for some reason, and my throat tightened. I thought about how lucky I was to have this woman. I thought about how beautiful she was. I thought about how deeply I was falling for her. All in the blink of an eye. Love welled up. There was a long silence. "Are you OK?" she finally asked.

"Yeah," I choked out. "I'm fine. Really."

"What did I do wrong?" she asked, full of concern.

"You didn't do anything wrong," I replied. "It's what you did right."

"What was that?" She was genuinely curious.

"For all you have to juggle, for all the pressure you're under, for everything that's going on in your life, you can still find exactly the right thing to say to lift my heart."

"Oh," now she was quiet. "I see, I think. You, sir, are the sweetest man on the planet. I do love you, David, with every bit of my heart."

I choked up again. I had to change the subject. "Is the team ready for the tournament?"

"As ready as we can be, I think. It feels like we're peaking. It would be so cool to hold the championship trophy!" Her voice carried excitement.

My chance. "There's only one trophy I want to hold. My trophy girlfriend." 

She laughed. "Well, you'll get to do that win or lose!"

"I hope it's win. I want that so much for you."

"We leave tomorrow."

"I know. I'll be there. I'm coming down with your folks."

"I know that, silly! They're excited about it."

"See you down there."

"Yeah, I'll see you. I love you." She hung up before I embarrassed myself again.

The tournament was tight. Kim made the finals, and in the most exciting basketball game I had ever seen, we lost by a single point. The bad part was that Kim had an open shot with two seconds left. It rimmed out, and time expired. We were runners-up, and Kim was devastated. She felt like she had let the team, the school, and the town down. She forgot about the 27 points she scored that kept us close. She forgot about being voted the state tournament's MVP.

After the game, the reporters, the trophy presentations, and a shower, she emerged and buried her face in my shoulder, crying inconsolably. I said nothing, knowing that no words could help, and just held her. Her parents stood by, helpless, too, to comfort their girl.

We went out for a late-night snack, but Kim wasn't hungry. We went back to the motel, me to my room and Kim and her family to theirs. We said good-night, and I hugged her one last time.

About an hour later, I was awakened by a soft knock at my door. I opened it to find Kim, tears streaming down her cheeks. I took her arm and pulled her in, closing the door.

"What are you doing here? What will your parents say?" I asked, wiping tears with my thumb.

"Mom sent me here," she sobbed. "Dad's asleep. Mom and I were talking, but getting nowhere. She sent me here for the rest of the night, and told me she'd handle Dad."

"Is she OK with it?" I asked. I didn't relish the thought of alienating her parents.

"Mom knows we've made love," Kim said.

"What? How did she find out?" Now I was really worried.

"I'm her daughter. She knows me too well. She could tell I had fallen in love with you. And she could tell that I was ...different."

"When did she figure it out?"

Kim giggled. "Christmas morning! She didn't talk to me about it until that night, but she had it all figured out. Remember how she was always dragging my dad out of the room?"

"Vaguely. We'd steal that time to kiss," I said.

"Yeah, well Mom was doing that on purpose!" Kim lightened a bit. "She saw how we were touching, holding hands. We were being physical in a way we hadn't been up until that point. So she'd drag Dad out of the room on some cooked-up chore to give us a moment of privacy. She remembered finding us cuddled up and fast asleep the night before, and put two-and-two together, figuring we had done SOMETHING to be that exhausted!" Kim giggled. "So we talked about it, and I told her how wonderful it was to be in your arms, how wonderful you made me feel, and how much I care for you."

"And she's OK with it?" I asked, unsure.

"She sees how well you treat me. How much you respect me. She knows how you feel about me. Even though you can't say it!" She punched me, not lightly, on the arm. "So she's fine with it, and happy for me. Dad may be another story, but I'm pretty sure she hasn't told him. Why look for trouble?"

"Did you tell her about the locker room?" I asked, remembering a scorching session of passion on the trainer's table.

Kim laughed. "Uh, no. I seem to have left that story out. And she hasn't pried into that or any other pornographic tales we have to tell." She was smiling now. She seemed to be relaxing.

"Well, what can I do for you right now? What do you need?"

"I need to go to bed with you, and have you just hold me. I may need to cry and have you caress my brow and say 'there, there, it will all be OK.' I need you to just be you."

"Easy," I teased with mock bravado. "I don't know how to be anyone else."

"Well, then, off with your clothes," she commanded. "I may not rape you, but I want to be comforted by the feel of your skin."

And so we climbed in to bed, naked. Kim snuggled up close, and I put a protective arm around her, her head on my chest. We had no words, and while my erection raged as I felt her cool skin against mine, I wouldn't take any initiative, knowing that, at that moment, it was wrong. There was a different magic working.

We awoke to light peeking through the cracks of the closed curtains. Morning! Kim's lovely face looked into mine with a sleepy smile.

"Well, I got sleep I wouldn't have gotten any other way," she said. "Thank you for holding me. I needed that so much."

It all welled up. From somewhere deep inside, it rose and bloomed and overwhelmed me. Here I was, holding the woman I so deeply, obviously loved. Without thinking, I blurt it out. "Kim, of course I would do that. Of course I would hold you all night long! I love you so much!"

Kim was instantly completely awake. Her eyes wide. "What did you just say?"

Caught. I tried to wriggle. "That of course I would hold you all night long," I said.

"And the other part?" she asked.

"What other part?"

She punched me in the arm. "Why you would hold me all night? Don't try to dodge it, buster!"

I stroked her hair. I looked into her eyes. No going back. "Because," I said softly, just for her. "I love you with all my heart and soul, Kim. You mean everything to me." I burst into tears, sentimental sot that I was, and am. The release of finally saying it was a catharsis, the emotion pouring out. I didn't know what else to do but cry. Guys, you know. We're so poor at handling our emotions. We can either get pissed off, or cry, which covers everything but anger. We learn nothing else.

"David, you fill me with surprises," she was shaking her head. "If ever there was a time in my life when I needed to hear that from you, it's right now." She held me close as I buried my head in her shoulder and sobbed like a baby. She stroked my brow, but had the grace not to say "there, there."

She laughed softly. "Is it so bad to love me?" she asked, not without humor.

"You oaf," I responded, using her pet term for me when I was clumsy at something, which was often. "I've never been so happy. You fill me with a deep joy every time I look at you. To hold your hand sends electricity up my arm. To hug you makes time stop. It does! I hold you and I feel like I have sidestepped time and we will hug for all eternity, with the world frozen. I'm afraid to kiss you because I don't ever want to stop, and fear they'll find us months later, dead, with our lips locked!" 

With that, she burst out laughing. "Where did all that come from? I've never heard such eloquence from you!"

Blushing deeply, I mumbled. "It comes straight from the heart, Kim. I couldn't help myself. I'm sorry I haven't been able to say it all before. But believe me when I tell you that it's all true. I mean every word"

She looked at me long. "Well, by my watch it's only seven o'clock," she said. "The parents won't be awake until eight, at least." She rubbed her hand up and down my arm, and snuggled in close. "Such eloquence, which has made me happier than I have ever been in my life, deserves to be rewarded. Since our clothes are already off, how do you think it would feel to take me in your arms and ravish me?"

"Are you sure you're up to it?" I asked, hesitant.

She looked down. "I am. And I see you are, too." Her smile was radiant. Her blue eyes bright. With no preliminaries, no kissing, no foreplay, she climbed on top of me and immediately inserted me into her vagina. Our experience was so limited that she had never been on top before. We had it to look forward to, but it had been so long I was sure I wouldn't last. Her long blonde hair hung down and tickled. I didn't care. The feeling of being in her wet tight place was overwhelming. She ground her pussy on my cock, and wouldn't let me stroke. She had to have me as deep inside as she could, and I couldn't back away. I held the sides of her waist, and just went along for the ride. Hands on my chest, she lowered herself to give me a passionate kiss. She squeezed her legs against my sides. She squeezed her pussy muscles and almost crushed my cock. It was an incredible feeling. Six feet of beauty seemed to be trying to fuck me to death. What a way to go.

From inches away, she looked at me almost...ferociously. She actually gritted her teeth. Her eyes ablaze. "Tell me that you love me, huh? Well, mister, I'll show you what love is!" And she humped me with wild reckless abandon. She slid up and down my pole, grunting with each stroke. I lay there, underneath her passion, and took it like a man. It wasn't long, however, before the end was near.

"Kim, I'm going to cum!"

"Go ahead! Don't hold back! Make love to me!"

I took her by the shoulders and pulled her down in a bear hug as my penis erupted. She melted into my arms and moaned, climaxing, too, shuddering. I held her tight while the ecstasy coursed through me, leaving me spent. She covered my neck in little kisses.

I'm sorry," I said, "But it's been way too long, and that was way too short."

She looked at me gently, from inches away. "Don't worry. In case you didn't notice, I had a pretty powerful climax with you, so I'm more than happy at the moment." She sat up, and brought my hands to cover her breasts. "And besides, in my experience, with the proper incentive, you just might stay hard for another try."

Her breasts were so firm, and her nipples hard. I enjoyed feeling them. I caressed them gently, tracing their outline. I squeezed her nipples, twisting them just a little, which made her close her eyes and gasp with pleasure. I cupped them and held them. My hands roamed up and down the exquisite body that sat upon me. Her body, in full view above me, was magnificent. I pulled her down and kissed her. I massaged her back as I lay underneath her, loosening her tight muscles. Still, I was buried inside her. And I wasn't getting any softer. She noticed.

"Dave, I need you on top of me," she said, as she came off me and rolled to the side on the king size bed. She was on her back, legs spread, holding them apart with her hands on her inner thighs. Her arms pressed her breasts together, emphasizing pert nipples. "Make me your woman like you did on Christmas Eve! Love me, Dave, please love me!"

I rolled on top and began to kiss my way down to a delightful pussy-eating session. She took my head in her hands before I had even reached her breasts. "No, not this time, I need you inside me. Now!"

I moved up, and my helmet touched her outer lips. She reached between us and guided me in. She was so wet that I buried myself up to the hilt in one quick move. She grabbed the sides of my butt to pull me in deeper.

"And Dave?"

"Yes, my love?"

She smiled. "I like it when you say that! But Dave? I love it when we go slow. I love to feel every bit of you move in and out of me. I love the intensity I feel when we do that." She looked at me, those beautiful blue eyes boring in. She shook her head slightly, once. "But not this time."

Our faces were inches apart. I nodded, slightly, once.

She started slowly, moving her hips against me, holding me tightly to her. I moved in response, and our pace built. She bucked and moved her feet up and down my legs as she moaned and gasped and kissed my neck. She writhed beneath me in an all-out lovemaking assault. She moaned, and groaned, and mewled, telling me she loved me, and urging me to do it harder, faster. I humped her for all I was worth, now, fucking her relentlessly, butt rising and falling as I pistoned. I pushed up on straight arms, and she spread her legs wide, holding them open. All of a sudden, the only our genitals touched. Me with an incredibly hard, wet cock, its helmet engorged. Her with a slick pussy, working her hips counter to my thrusts, each time burying me all the way, my balls slapping against her butt. The feel of my shaft rubbing her inner walls was incredible. Having just climaxed, I was ready to last a good long while. And so, we screwed away the morning, pumping like madmen. Up on my arms, I loved to watch my cock move in and out. She craned and watched, too, for a moment, then went back to focusing on the wild motions of her pelvis, head back, eyes closed, panting to the rhythm of our sexing.

From time to time I would have to catch my breath, and I would lower down and kiss her passionately. She would run her fingers through my hair, squirm her body in what seemed to be an attempt to swallow me into her pussy, moan, and just sort of...melt into me. An image came to mind.

"Grilled cheese," I said.

"What?" Her turn to be a little bewildered. We slowed for a moment.

"We're like a grilled cheese sandwich. I'm the bread, and you're the cheese. We melt together and become one, inseparable."

She laughed. "I like that image. Here. Let me melt a little more." And she did. I don't know how, but she did, and we came even closer together. Her kiss was the deepest I'd ever felt from her. I felt her love envelop me. We were almost one body, moving in unison. We rocked and rocked and fucked and made love. All at the same time. The familiar feeling started to well up.

"Kim, I'm going to cum very soon."

"Oh, please! Please fill me up!" We rocked and rocked. I picked up the pace, now pounding her pussy as hard as I could.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" she said with the rhythm of our fucking. "Oh, God! I love you so much!"

"Oh, Kim! Here...I...Cum!" And I rammed as deep as I could and blasted my load inside her. She screamed and pulled me even closer, and I could feel her vaginal muscles trying to crush me with spasm after spasm. We went on like that for what seemed like minutes. We were falling through space. We were one body, one being. I saw stars. I felt myself emptying into her, my skin melding with hers along the entire length of my body. She wrapped her legs around me and tried to crush me with them, all the time her pussy muscles having contractions as I jetted my sperm. I kept saying her name, telling her I loved her. She cried and held me even tighter. Bliss doesn't begin to describe it. Intense falls way short. I could never have imagined that sex could be so wonderful.

Then, slowly, we came down from the mountain. I was exhausted. She was panting, but smiling and radiant.

"I didn't realize how much I needed that," she said gently. "Thank you."

"Thank you, my love," I said, and gently rubbed her nose with mine.

"You said it again!"

"I'm trying to get used to it." I said. "It isn't easy for me."

She pulled me close. "Keep practicing. I'll never get tired of hearing you practice."

I looked deep into her eyes. "I love you, Kim, with all my heart."

"Do you, really?"

Looking deep into the blue eyes I so adored, I nodded slightly, once.

I saw tears. She hugged me close. "Let's get dressed and go have breakfast with the folks."




Slightly, Once Ch. 03



We must have looked like something the cat dragged in. Kim's mom almost burst out laughing when she saw us. Kim's dad seemed fine with everything, and didn't seem to notice that Kim and I had that Well-Fucked Look.

Kim's mom eyed her over breakfast. "How are you this morning, honey?"

While not as bright as she usually was, Kim tried to be cheerful. "Oh, I'll be fine, Mom."

The rest of breakfast was uneventful. As we were walking out, Kim's mom moved beside her and took her hand. I heard her quietly ask, "Did you get what you needed last night?" She giggled, just a little.

Kim smiled. "Every bit, and more. Dave never fails to surprise me, Mom, and always in the best of ways. I got exactly what I needed. We'll talk when I get home. And how did you deal with dad?"

Kim's mom chuckled. "Oh, I took care of him this morning."

"Mother!"

"How about you?"

"Let's just say that as always, I was more than well-cared-for. Way more than I ever expected. Oh, Mom! He makes me so happy! Especially what he said! I'll tell you all about it later."

Kim and I sat in the back seat of the car for the two-hour drive home. She snuggled close and put her head on my shoulder. We held hands. I don't think it was ten minutes after we pulled away that she was fast asleep. I felt honored to have her be so trusting. I dared not move in fear of waking her. We cuddled the entire trip home. I kept catching her dad looking at us in the rearview mirror, smiling.




Still a lot of fun. And I haven't forgotten the cutoffs. More to come.



Slightly, Once Ch. 04



Isn't fantasy fun? A reminder that all are 18, and the lady is a complete creation of an active dream life.



Leg warmers. Hot pink leg warmers. They adorned the two longest, most beautiful legs on the planet from ankles to mid-thighs. Up above, a matching pink cowl-neck sweater; loose-fitting, fuzzy, and soft. In between, those cutoffs. Remember those cutoffs from the first time I saw Kim in the gym? I sure did.

She had just raised Adorable, not to mention Sexy, to new heights as she opened the door wearing this outfit. I stared at her legs. There was a gap between the leg warmers and the cutoffs, exposing upper thigh, toned leg peeking through. 

It was late Spring, after basketball season, but a cold front had dropped temperatures considerably. And so, leg warmers. My temperature wasn't dropping, however, as I daydreamt of having leg warmers wrapped around me.

Daydreamt of Kim. Six feet of blonde All-State basketball player, her long hair hung loose on her shoulders, parted in the middle. Blue eyes shone when she saw me in the doorway. I had passed from being merely smitten to being hopelessly in love with this spectacular young lady. She loved me, too. It was easier for her to say so, but I was working on it.

We had cause to celebrate. I arrived with flowers.

"Stop staring at my legs." Caught.

"Are these flowers appropriate for an All-American?" I asked humbly, holding them out to her. She took them and smiled her radiant smile for me.

"They most certainly are!" she said.

I hugged her. "Congratulations, Kim. I couldn't be happier for you!"

"I'm only second team," she said modestly.

"Maybe, but America's a big place, so even second team is mighty impressive! I'm so proud of you. You earned it. I'm honored to be in your company." 

"Thank you, David," she said. "I'll go put these in water. They're beautiful, and you're so thoughtful to get them."

"We need to celebrate, my love," I said, pointing a finger up in the air enthusiastically.

Kim smiled a huge smile. "I never tire of hearing that."

"Hearing what?" I teased.

"The "L" word, applied to me," she said as she spun away and skipped into the kitchen. I followed behind, where I could get a good view of the cutoffs and the leg warmers.

Kim's parents had gone off for the weekend. Seems Kim and her mother were in cahoots, and Dad and I were the victims. Sounded good to me. Kim had supper almost ready, but I had other ideas.

Once the flowers were in water, I moved to her slowly. She looked up at me, with almost a shy expression. I put my hands on her hips and backed her up to the wall. I moved in and kissed her neck. Her arms were behind her. None of the usual aggression. Hmm. A puzzle. But I was undeterred. I kept on kissing her neck, nuzzling her. She responded, purring, but the hands stayed behind her. I kissed her lips, and her hands went to my face, holding me gently. Our tongues met, and played, but she was coy. There wasn't the usual body-melting hug.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

She smiled and shook her head slightly, once. She looked at me with those big, blue eyes. "I just love you, David."

"But you seem so quiet. Withdrawn."

"Maybe passive. For a change." Her voice was quiet. A hint of a smile.

"You mean it's up to me to take charge tonight?"

She nodded, slightly, once.

I pressed her back to the wall with my body. I took her arms and raised them to wrap around my neck. I looked at her. "Tippy-toes," I said, remembering how she had been so happy that I was so tall, with her needing to go up on tippy- toes to kiss me. She did, and I moved in for the gentlest of kisses. Light brushing of lips. I licked mine. "Nice," I said, remembering her description of our first kiss, when she had taken charge. "But not enough. Let's put a little more into it." Our lips pressed more firmly. My tongue grazed her teeth, and she parted them to meet it with hers, and our kiss deepened. Nice. 

She looked at me, hands behind her back again, shoulders rotating back and forth in the most charming way. She had a wan smile, and her tongue curled out the side of her lips for just a moment. "I think," she said with just a trace of a sing-song lilt. "That I am going to have fun with you tonight."

With that, I moved in and planted another kiss. She responded, and our tongues sparred. My hands worked from her shoulders down her sides, feeling every gentle curve of her body. I was at the bottom of her cutoffs now, and fulfilling a fantasy, worked my fingers underneath them to cup her cheeks with both hands. She pressed into me and moaned. I squeezed and caressed her buttocks, hands underneath the fringe. Wow.

I pulled back. "Do you have any idea how sexy your leg warmers are?" I asked.

She looked at me with false innocence. "Are they? I was just trying to be comfy. I didn't know how else I was going to stay warm on a chilly spring evening."

My hands were still on her buttocks. Her cheeks were exactly a handful, and oh, so tight. I ignored the last bit. "Yes. They are incredibly sexy. How did you ever find a pair long enough?"

"It wasn't easy, but I finally did. I thought it was a real score to find a matching sweater. Do you like it?" She stuck out her chest.

I pulled my hands up to caress her breasts through the soft, fuzzy sweater. "Soft," I said, watching her breathing increase just a little. "I like it very much. May I kiss you again?"

"Once more, and then it's time for dinner." We kissed. I returned to hold her cheeks – the lower ones – again. I was rock hard. She pressed herself against my obvious discomfort. Shy tonight, but she knew her effect on me.

But it was off to dinner, which was no sacrifice. Kim's cooking skills continued to improve from a good start. Dinner was delicious, and our conversation light. We talked about all the press attention from being named All-American. She had earned a mention in Sports Illustrated, and had even had a photo shoot for it with a makeup artist, lights, everything. I could only imagine how beautiful they made her look.

She was still remarkably unaffected by all the attention. We talked about school and finishing up our senior year, about the coming summer. We avoided the Big Issue, though – college, and where we were likely to end up. I knew Kim was terrified of us going to different schools and drifting apart. But it was crunch time, and decisions had to be made. She had more scholarship offers than she could count. I had a fair number, too, for academics. In fact, I had secrets I wasn't ready to reveal just yet. 

We pressed shoulders as we did the dishes in the sink, side-by-side. When we were through, she stood and looked at me.

"Well?" I said. She continued to look at me, silently. I remembered that I was in charge.

I took her by the hands and looked at her. "Kim," I said. "Thank you for a lovely dinner. I enjoyed it very much, and I appreciate all your work. To be honest, I can't get your leg warmers out of my mind, with visions of them wrapped around me. So if it's all the same to you, may I carry you up to your bed?"

She had just the trace of a smile, but the desire in her eyes gave her away. She nodded, slightly, once. I scooped her up, arms under her shoulders and knees, and marched directly up the stairs. She giggled, and buried her nose in my neck. Her bedroom door was open, and I laid her gently on the queen-size bed. Lying beside her, I took her in my arms and kissed her. Lightly at first, but with growing passion. A hand strayed to feel a breast through the sweater. I felt a nipple rise and get hard. We kissed for a long time. My hand went underneath the sweater and resumed caressing a naked breast, no bra to interfere. Kim sighed. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders, she seemed content to kiss me all night long. 

Remembering my role, I took her arm from my neck, and slowly moved it down my chest, putting her hand on my aching erection. With my hand over hers, I squeezed her hand, which, in turn, squeezed me. I moved her hand to stroke me through my jeans. As if she finally got the idea, her hand took on a life of its own, and she continued to rub.

It seemed I really was in charge, though, so for the first time, I was the one to unbuckle my belt, unsnap my pants, and lower the zipper. I raised my butt and worked them down to my knees. I had to take her hand and put it on me, but once I did, thankfully, she started to stroke me. It felt so good. All the time, she was giving me this shy look. I knew she was really enjoying teasing me like this, but she played the role perfectly.

I pulled her sweater up enough to expose her breasts. I took turns kissing and sucking each of them. Her nipples were rock hard, and there were traces of goose bumps in the chill night air. As I kissed, my hand wandered back to crawl underneath the fringe of the cutoffs, and I caressed her buttocks, marveling at how firm they were.

Her stroking subsided. I pulled up from my attentions to her breasts, and kissed her lips. She kissed back, and when we parted, she smiled. Her hand had resumed stroking, ever so gently. I put my hand on the back of her head, and softly pushed her down a little. She kissed my neck. I pushed further, she kissed my chest. I pushed further, and she kissed my navel, putting her tongue in it, which made me laugh, both because it tickled, and because I remembered making her laugh the same way. My hand pushed her down again, gently, and my other hand held the base of my hardness, raising it towards her lips, making obvious what I wanted. Her tongue peeked out and she licked the precum off the tip, ever so gently. One final, gentle push, and she took my helmet into her mouth, lightly caressing it with her tongue.

She took over then, and gave me the lightest, airiest cock sucking that I could imagine. The touch of her lips and tongue was delicate, light. She didn't suck so much as barely inhale. The feeling was tender, exquisite. I loved it. Loved her. With the softest touch of her lips, she took my entire length, coming back up with the same, ever-so-light touch. Unbelievable.

I pulled her sweater up, and she broke off her ministrations long enough to pull it over her head. While she resumed tasting me, I carefully folded the sweater and put it on the nightstand. The cutoffs and leg warmers remained. I sat up, and reached around to unbutton her denims and lower the zipper. She refused to come off my cock, so I was left to struggle with getting them down her legs. It wasn't easy, and several times I felt a smile on her lips as they wrapped around me. Finally, they were off. I was relieved to see that she wore no panties. One less struggle, but I considered the idea of her shyness that included careful pre-planning. Minx.

She was on her side, one hand grasping my cock, and her lips lowered over it. I put a hand under her hip, and lifted. She came up to her knees, and immediately swallowed my entire length. Undeterred even by such a pleasant distraction, I took her by the hips and lifted her up, moving to place her legs straddling my face. As I did so, she squealed with a mouthful of penis. My turn to laugh. But then, to business. I could feel the newly-beloved leg warmers next to my ears. I felt them by rubbing my hands up and down her thighs as my mouth closed on its target. Fair's fair, I thought, and so I proceeded to mount the most gentle, delicate attack on her pussy. Light licks, gentle kisses, I pulled on her backside, lowered her onto my face and gave as good as I was getting. Merely a light snack. Too delicate to be called a full meal. Several times Kim would come off my cock to moan. Her hips writhed and bucked on my face, excitement taking over from control.

Her sucking got a little more aggressive. She would take my head in her mouth and swirl her mouth and tongue in a circular motion, which I must admit was fantastic. Her long hair tickled my legs, but I didn't care. I attacked her snatch with more authority, plunging my tongue between her lips, delicately flicking it on her clit. Suddenly, she pressed her pussy into my face and came. I felt her juices run down my cheeks. I was so happy I could give her pleasure.

I lifted her off me, and sat up. Without a word, I scooped her up again, laying her flat on her back in the middle of the bed. I crawled between her legs, and kissed her face. Her legs spread to welcome me. I felt the leg warmers rub my thighs. I found her hand and placed it on my cock.

"Take the hint," I said, reminiscent of her suggestions to me in the past. She positioned my cock at her entrance, and slowly, ever so slowly, I moved forward and penetrated her. She closed her eyes and sighed. We lay there, me as deep as I could go, for a long time. Not moving. Just simply experiencing, enjoying the feeling of being inside her. She wrapped her legs around me and voila! Another fantasy fulfilled as I felt the leg warmers around me. Wool against my butt. Wow. 

Raising up, I surveyed the incredible body, the base of my cock intersecting her lips, and the long, wonderful legs. How could it get any better? By her starting to rock, and me responding with thrusts, which we did. We made love this way, gently, for a long time. I held her close, and we kissed softly. I raised up again and looked down at her.

"With all this shyness tonight, I'll bet you really want to do it hard and fast."

She looked up at me, with wide-eyed, completely feigned innocence, and nodded, slightly, once.

I took her in my arms, kissed her, deeply, and let my body go. Our rhythm picked up, and she met me thrust for thrust. Our passion gained momentum, and soon, I was pounding into her, and she was writhing beneath me, no rhythm, no counter-thrusts, just movement, a sinuous, almost wavelike motion that was random, yet full of emotion. Her arms and hands caressed my shoulders and back. I kept my strokes long and full. I reached underneath her and cupped her ass with my hands, my full weight on top of her. Holding her that way, I felt in complete control. I fucked her hard, holding her tight. She moaned constantly, saying my name and urging me on. She thrashed her head from side to side, but my cock would permit no escape, as my hands gripped her buttocks. I felt it build within her until she wailed and came, reaching her pelvis up to take me even deeper as the waves rolled through her. Long strokes of cock, hands still gripping her butt. I lay upon her, feeling every inch of her body against mine. I felt it start to bubble up, and I fucked harder. My lips found hers and I tried to suck in and swallow her tongue. Passion built, cock plunged. She cried out again and I exploded, ramming in and holding still as what felt like gallons of sperm spurt out in contraction after contraction of my dick. 

I kept on cumming. I pounded away again, thrusting even as the spasms continued. I felt her pussy crushing my cock as she came almost constantly now. We kept on fucking. We couldn't stop. In a frenzy, I pulled out, flipped her over, and plunged into her from behind. Her tummy flat on the bed, she raised just her ass so I could plunge deeper, which I did, impaling her, power fucking. She had noticed that I sometimes didn't soften between sessions. This time, I just didn't stop.

The feeling inside her from behind was completely different. I raised up and pummeled her pussy, I dropped down and kissed her neck, ears and chin, all the while feeling her ass against my belly. Hair splayed out, she lay still, taking my pounding with grunts and moans. She rotated her butt up and screamed and came again. I fucked away, feeling like I could keep this up forever.

Then, from somewhere, a tidal wave washed over me, and I felt huge love for this lady. It was all mushy and romantic. It filled me with a full-body buzz like I'd never felt before. I could feel my heart melt, and my bones turn to jelly. My mind filled with images of her. In her yellow Homecoming dress, the cutoffs, the plaid shirt, sweaty as we played one-on-one, concentrating on the floor during a game. In each one, she glowed, and she smiled that radiant smile, just for me. I saw my spirit reach out and envelop her with love.

Well, three strokes later, what I thought would last most of the night exploded in a blinding orgasm. I came harder than I ever had before, once again filling her beautiful pussy with a huge load of cream. She came with me, shuddering uncontrollably as her climax peaked. We went on that way, seeming to sidestep time. It was the eternal mutual orgasm, I began to think. Would I survive an orgasm that would never stop?

It did finally stop, but it was close call. I lay on top of her while I slowly deflated. She was still, occasionally wriggling her rear end just to drive me crazy. It felt so good to feel my belly on her butt. I nuzzled her and kissed her cheek. Reluctantly, I moved off. She immediately snuggled in and held me close.

"Kiss me, Dave," she said, stroking my chin. "I love what you do to me. I love you."

"Oh, Kim, I love you so much!" I interrupted her huge smile with my lips. We kissed for a long time.

"I'm chilly!" she said. "Let's get under the covers." We did, and resumed cuddling. We dozed.

I awoke about midnight, and gently removed myself to go to the bathroom. My crotch was still soaked with the product of our lovemaking. I toweled off and came back to bed. Kim was awake.

"I thought I'd lost you," she teased.

"Not likely," I said. "Too much love for that."

"I get a buzz every time you say things like that," she said. "Is it getting easier?"

"Not really, but the love just keeps growing, so that helps."

"Oh, you sweet man!" She was above me now, and held my chin in her hands as she lightly kissed me. "Um, do you think...maybe...?" She trailed off. Smiling, I took her hand and moved it down to wrap around my already-hard dick. I nodded, slightly, once. Smiling, she moved on top of me under the covers without letting go, and once there, inserted me. I slid in easily.

"This time," she breathed, "Gentle."

So that's what we did. Slowly, gently, we rocked the night away. It was beautiful, loving, and sweet. I moved in and out of her softly. She, for the most part, just lay on top of me, her leg warmers hugging my hips. We had all night, and from the nightstand clock, an hour of slow rocking later, I was ready. Kim had already experienced several small climaxes, shuddering a little each time, holding me tight and kissing my neck. Now, it was my turn. I slowed our already slow pace.

She looked at me. "You're close, aren't you?" she asked with a smile. I nodded, slightly, once.

She said nothing, but nestled into my neck, and moved her hips, subtly urging me on.

And it came. With the ejaculation came strong feelings of love. It wasn't explosive. It wasn't exciting, like before. It was a giving, loving orgasm. A completely different experience. Kim came, too, gently, lovingly. We moved together as one, my seed filling her, but without urgency, without the mind-numbing ecstasy. Instead, a deep satisfaction spread throughout my body. It was every bit as blissful.

We held each other for a long time without words. My arms around her back felt so comforting. Little nuzzles from her nose made me smile. Finally, she got off and cuddled in.

"I don't believe how beautiful that was," she said, hand caressing my chest.

"I don't believe how beautiful you are. I don't believe how I felt just now. I don't believe how lucky I am," I said softly, my hand in her hair.

"Why David, you're getting positively romantic!" she said. 

"Did you have as much fun tonight with me as you thought you would?" I asked.

She nodded, slightly, once. "Hold me close."

What a woman. I wonder what's for breakfast?



Slightly, Once Ch. 05



So much fun to write. I start with a blank screen and the title, not really knowing where it's going. I have two characters, one of whom bewitches me. Strap in.



I awoke to find a tall, sleeping form cuddled into my backside, arm across my waist. I could hear her deep breathing. I dared not move. She needed her sleep, especially after last night. Incendiary sex, followed by the most gentle lovemaking, had tuckered us out, to say the least. The feelings of love were thick in the air.

I tried to stifle the need to urinate, which worked, for a while. Finally, I slipped away silently, taking my clothes into the bathroom. A quick shower felt refreshing, and I was fully awake. I'm not sure whose toothbrush I used, but I tried to wash it thoroughly afterwards. When I snuck back into Kim's bedroom, I saw blue eyes peeking at me from the covers.

"Good morning, bright eyes," I said. "It's a new day, and I'm happy that I'm in love with the most wonderful woman in the world."

That earned me a smile, and teasing. "And who would that be?" she said, voice muffled by the pulled-up covers. "Where is she? I'll rip her apart."

Her last night's shyness was gone, thank heaven. The burden of leadership was uncomfortable on my shoulders. "Now, now," I wagged my finger. "No need for self abuse."

"Yeah," she said, as she emerged from the covers to stretch an arm high and yawn. She was naked, and I admired her breasts. "Why abuse myself when I have you to do it to me, like last night?"

I was a little surprised. "Are you calling last night abuse?"

"Well, you carry me to my bed, force me to give you oral sex, remove my clothes, and sex me until I scream. What would you call it?"

"Blissful."

"Hmm. I guess you're right. If that was abuse, call me a confirmed masochist. Kiss me, you fool." She held out her arm to beckon me. I jumped onto the bed, and on hands and knees, bent to smooch her. She was immediately aware of morning mung mouth. She covered her mouth with her hands "I must taste terrible."

"You taste like you've just awakened from a deep sleep. I take no offense, and in fact I'm delighted to be able to taste you first thing in the morning."

She jumped out of bed, grabbed some clothes from her dresser, and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door. For my part, it was fun to watch her run around naked.

I went downstairs and found the stuff for making tea, and got the water heating. I was just pouring two cups when Kim came down the stairs, toweling her long hair. And oh, my. She wore a long white T-shirt that came partway, but only partway, down her long thighs. And the newly-beloved hot pink leg warmers.

"You look nice," I said. "I like your outfit.

"You just think my leg warmers are sexy," she said with mock petulance.

"You're right, I do," I said.

She came up to me, standing close, her face inches from mine, hands at her sides. "Oh yeah? Then whatcha gonna do about it?"

I put my hands on her shoulders, and gave her a gentle kiss. Toothpaste. "Do you really want to find out?"

She nodded, slightly, once.

I moved in, took her in my arms, and kissed her. She melted into me, and went up on tippy-toes with her arms around me. As we kissed, I had to do some reconnaissance. My hands worked their way down her back, and found their way under the T-shirt, grabbing what I thankfully found to be bare cheeks. This would be easy.

"I think, fair maiden, that I need to abuse you."

"Oh, please, sir knight, spear me with your lance!"

"'Spear me with your lance?'" As in I Can't Believe You Just Said That.

"You know what I mean."

"I think I know what you want."

As we continued to kiss, I peeked and saw the route, and began to slowly back her towards a kitchen chair. When we got to it, still kissing, I maneuvered us around to where the backs of my knees were against the seat. I broke our kiss. "Pull down my pants."

She resumed our kiss, but her hands worked my belt, snap and zipper. She pulled down jeans and briefs in one swift move. She laughed. "I'm getting better at this!"

My pants at my ankles, I sat on the chair. Taking her by the waist under the shirt, I had a brief glimpse of pussy before she spread her legs to the outside of the chair (with the leg warmers rubbing the outside of my thighs. Yum.) and settled her down. Her hand guided my cock to her opening and I slid inside, her sitting on my lap, impaled. I quickly lifted her shirt off, and then my own. We were naked on the chair (except for those leg warmers), entwined.

We just settled in. I caressed the outside of the leg warmers. I could move my head down slightly and take a breast in my mouth, which I did. Kim took my head in her hands and pressed me to her chest. I sucked each nipple in turn. I sniffed. I looked up at her, smiling. 

"You put perfume in your cleavage," I said. "For me?"

She smiled down at me, and wiggled her butt a little to stimulate me. "I wanted to be irresistible," she said, remembering what she asked me when I gave it to her on Christmas Eve.

"Kim, you are irresistible all by yourself," I said. "You don't need perfume for me. But that said," I licked a long lick up between her breasts. "I like it." I pressed my nose between her breasts and inhaled for emphasis.

She held me there. "Oh, David, I love you so much." She set up a gentle rocking on my lap. My arms encircled her, and as we made love. I felt her back with my hands. The smooth skin, the muscles, the curve where her back met her buttocks. I held her hips, and just let my hands follow the movement of our soft thrusts. Her pussy was so tight on my cock, all warm, and slick. I could feel her inner contours, feel my helmet as it slid up and down her vagina. My hands went to her shoulders and pulled her down, kissing her, my tongue searching for, and finding hers in her mouth. We reversed and her tongue entered, licking under mine and circling it, I bit down softly and she giggled, but stayed inside my mouth. All the while, we rocked a steady, slow rhythm.

Then, she just melted into me. What had been close became closer. I could feel her skin against the length of my chest and belly, feel her hard nipples poke me. Her arms pulled me closer, our lips locked. I moved my hands and grabbed her cheeks, and began to move her back and forth, sliding myself in and out of her nether lips.

Just as I thought we couldn't be any closer, she moaned, shuddered, and pressed even closer as she climaxed. That was too much for me, and my cum came shooting up. It caught her by surprise and she jumped.

"Oh, Dave, I can feel it! I can feel you shooting inside me! Oh, Dave, making love to you is so wonderful." She pulled me tight and ground her pussy against me, milking every drop.

We clenched each other in the tightest of hugs for several minutes. Then, she looked at me. "Worked up an appetite yet? I want to make you a special breakfast." She clambered off me (with my hands sliding on the leg warmers as she did), put on her T-shirt, and set about a frenzy of activity making Belgian waffles with whipped cream and strawberries. As she worked, I glumly handed her a cup of tea.

"The tea is cold," I complained. "It wasn't a while ago."

"Oh!" she mocked. "Poor David! What happened?"

"We got distracted," I moaned, in mock despair. "Now, it's cold."

She came to me, and put her arms around my neck. "Well, sometimes the price of love is high." She kissed my nose. "Was it worth having your tea get cold?"

I smiled. "You are worth any price. I love you, Kim." With that, I kissed her.

"Mmm. Nice. But let's eat. Waffles are ready."

Waffles and cold tea were tasty. My admiration for her cooking skills increased. While I did the dishes, Kim disappeared. As I was drying the last plate, she returned.

"Where have you been?" I asked cheerily.

"Well," she said thoughtfully, "So far, we've made love in the family room, in my bedroom, and in the kitchen. I was scouting our next location."

I almost dropped the plate. "Our next location?"

"Yeah, where I want you to screw me next time."

"Such language from such an elegant lady!"

"Don't want to be a lady. Wanna fuck!"

"Tut! Tut!" I admonished in mock horror. "And what did you decide?

"Dining room table. I think it's about the right height."

"Oh. OK. And when did you have in mind?"

She took me by the hand. "Starting about two minutes ago." She led me into the dining room, and turning around, sat on the edge of the table, having thoughtfully placed a towel underneath her tush. She once again dropped my pants, even more smoothly than before, and pulled my shirt over my head. She peeled off her own shirt, and, grabbing me by the hips, nestled me in between those leg warmers. She kissed me.

"Dave?"

"Yes, Kimmie?"

"Dave, first of all, don't ever call me 'Kimmie' again."

"Oh, sorry."

"No apologies. But Dave, would you...would you kiss me down there?"

"I would be most happy to!" And wasting no time, I dropped to my knees, put her legs on my shoulders (feeling the leg warmers against my ears) and proceeded to make a frontal assault on her pussy. Licking, sucking nipping, I ran my hands on her hips, down her thighs, and up to cup her breasts. She moved to press herself against my mouth, moaned, cradled my head in her hands, and sighed. I could feel her climax building, and I didn't want to disappoint. Finally, she bucked into my face and shuddered, pulling my head into her snatch. She clamped her thighs, and I thought she might crush my head. Leg warmers. Wonderful.

"Oh, Dave, I'm cummmmming!" She cried.

I slowed my activities, and held my tongue against her clit. That sent her over the edge again, and she had a second less powerful orgasm. She stroked my hair as she came down.

"That was so good. Can I suck you?" 

I got up, and moving forward, kissed her. "If it's all the same to you, my most darling love, I want to be inside you."

Her smile was radiant. "Use the 'L' word with me, and I'm putty in your hands." She took me by the waist and pulled me forward. The aim was true, and I slid in all the way. Her arms moved up to my shoulders. I started stroking in and out in a slow-ish rhythm.

"Fast or slow? Soft or hard? What does my lady desire?"

"Your lady desires to be fucked by her man any and all ways he wants," Her breathing was ragged already. "Fuck me, David! Fuck me and love me and screw me and pork me and shag me! Let me feel your cock! Let me feel your cum!"

Sounded like fast and hard to me. I obliged, picking up the pace and energy. She leaned back on the table, supported by her elbows, while I stood between her legs and repeatedly filled her full of fat, hard cock. I took her legs and raised them, holding them wide apart as I thrust. I put her ankles on my shoulders and found I could go even deeper. She took me by the biceps and pulled me, screaming while cumming hard. Once again, I marveled at the feeling of my shaft sliding in and out, feeling the warmth and wetness, the tightness of her pussy muscles as she clamped them. I slid my hands between her cheeks and the towel, taking two hands full of flesh. She wrapped her legs around my waist and put her arms around my neck, lifting herself into my arms. I straightened, and supported her, holding her ass in my hands. She bounced up and down on my cock, fucking me. I just held on for dear life, having a vision of her breaking off my dick were she to tumble.

She tried kissing me, but her bouncing was too much, and she chose instead to just hug me tightly to her chest and rock her hips. I helped, taking her cheeks and lifting and pulling her to me. We fucked away. She came again, and just as I was feeling that my legs would give out, my cum roared up from my balls and sprayed into her pussy. She felt it, and it took her to new heights, crushing me with her arms, legs, and vagina. It was intense. I put her down on the table, but didn't leave. I stayed deep inside, but still.

Her body wracked, as if it were a sob. I pulled back from my hug and looked at her. She was crying. My hands cradled her face.

"Kim, what's wrong? Did I hurt you? What's the matter?"

"I'm sorry," she said. "But sometimes I can't help it. I feel so much love for you I want to burst! And just now, making love, it welled up from somewhere and I just couldn't help it. I needed to cry. But there's nothing wrong, my love. Just the opposite. You mean so much to me. I need you so badly. I love to love you, to give you my body, to feel you inside me, to have you make me climax, to feel your sperm. It is so much more than I ever imagined or fantasized. I don't ever want it to end. " She clung to me and sobbed. I held her close, my dick softening and slipping out of her.

"Come with me." I led her by the hand into the family room, where I motioned her to the sofa. She lay down and I took the throw from the back of a nearby chair, and lying beside her, covered us. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close. She burrowed into me and cried and cried. I had no words. After a long while, she quieted, sniffling slightly. There was a box of Kleenex on the side table, I offered her the box and she took one, blowing her nose. We resumed cuddling.

"I don't know what I can say," I ventured. "Getting to know you, getting to date you, falling in love with you have been the most wonderful things that have ever happened to me. You have become more precious to me than anything else. It has been a privilege to be your friend, and blissful to have become your lover. I love every square inch of you, Kim, more than you know. More than I know how to say. You lift my heart with every word you say to me, every glimpse I get of you. I love your eyes. When I see you looking at me I just want to melt.

"You had a hard season during basketball. My heart bled for you when I saw how much pressure you had to endure, how high everyone's expectations were of you. How you had to become the leader quickly, and take on the responsibility of everyone looking to you. And you did it with such grace, style, and class. You bore it all, and the pressure never showed. I've never seen you get angry, or impatient, or bossy, or arrogant. And all the while, most amazingly to me, was that you loved me. Cared for me. I still don't really understand why. But I wake up every morning and spend time being grateful that I can be with you, spend time with you, and love you."

She looked at me for a long time. "David, you never cease to surprise me. You were my rock. You were the one person I felt I could completely trust, completely rely on to always be there with a gentle word, a hug, or to hold my hand. I truly, honestly don't know what I would have done without you. Yeah. It was pretty terrible at times, and I didn't know if I could keep it together. But somehow every time I was about to lose it, magically, you would appear and say exactly the right thing, or have flowers, or tickle me, or do something that would say 'there, there, Kim, this, too, will pass.' You seem to instinctively know who I am, what I need, how to help. What woman wouldn't fall deeply in love with someone like that? There's no mystery to me, David. You are an incredibly special man, and I love you with every last bit of my heart."

She kissed me, tenderly.

I needed to change the subject. "Can I tell you something?"

"Of course, my love. You can tell me anything."

"I was talking to my guidance counselor the other day. It looks like I'm going to be valedictorian."

Kim gasped. "David! I had no idea! You've never even hinted! I knew you were a good student, but I didn't know you were a genius! I'm so proud of you!" She hugged me there on the sofa, almost crushing me. "Why didn't you tell me before? Keeping secrets, huh?" she teased. "Secrets! Does that mean you have another woman tucked in the closet?" She laughed. "Don't look so...so...David-ish. I'm only kidding. But I don't know what to say, except that I'm proud of my man!"

"Well," I said. "The rankings change almost every semester, and while I've always been near the top, it was always a gamble whether I'd land on top at the end. But it's looking good, or else my counselor wouldn't have told me. And besides, it's not like I'm an All-American."

"It is to me," she said. "It matters to me if it's important to you."

"I've thought about it a lot. It's important, and not important. I guess I'm competitive enough that it matters to me. But I don't like the spotlight, and am quite happy in your shadow."

"You're not in my shadow."

"I certainly am. Everyone is. It is because you are so truly radiant. You walk into a room and everyone casts a shadow on the wall, with you as the source of light. It's amazing to watch. Friends of my grandparents say they saw President Kennedy once, and they said he glowed. So I think it's true, and I think you have what it takes to light up a room."

She cuddled in, and I could feel her cheek against my chest, hot. My girl was blushing.

"We need to celebrate you," she said. "This is important. This is huge."

"I think I know of something better to celebrate."

"What's that?"

The Bomb. The Unasked Question. "Where are you going to go to college?"

"Dave, I don't want to talk about that," Kim said abruptly.

"No, let's talk about it," I said.

"But Dave, I don't want to talk about it. It makes me sad because we'll be separated! I'll never get to see you! I'll lose you!"

"Kim, this is important. What's your top school at the moment?"

Tears rolled down her cheeks. "It's still Duke, I think."

"How interesting. I got a full academic scholarship offer from them three weeks ago."

"What?"

"What's your second choice?"

"UConn. Dave, what did you just say?"

"Hmm, my full scholarship offer from them came last week."

"Dave! You're kidding me!"

"Third choice?"

"Tennessee."

"A month ago. Do we need to go on?"

Kim hugged me tight. "What did you do?"

"I listened carefully. I followed your recruiting agonies. Remember all those conversations about the schools you were interested in? I applied to those I thought you were most interested in, and applied for academic scholarships. Turns out there's more value to being valedictorian than just having your girlfriend think you're a genius. I have already turned down full rides to Princeton, Brown, and Amherst College. They recruited me, but they weren't on your list."

She shook her head. "David, you never fail to surprise me."

"I won't let you get away that easily. You taught me how to use the 'L' word, and apply it to the most wonderful girl in the world. I won't let you go. You're stuck with me."

"That's good. You have no idea how good. What can we do to celebrate?"

"Right now, or later?"

"Both. What do you want to do?"

"Well, later, I want to take you out to dinner. Well go someplace special. Right now? Well, uh, do you think, uh, well, that you could kiss me down there?"

Those blue eyes looked into mine, and I saw the love. She nodded slightly, once, and sank to the attack.

I hoped I survived.



I was going to leave these two here, on the verge of a happy ending. But I just can't let go of this spectacular lady. Maybe one more episode. Thanks for reading.



Slightly, Once Ch. 06



I couldn't leave her. This is the first time I've ever recommended reading the preceding parts. You'll get the jokes and references.

Perfume. The perfect amount. My nose was nuzzled beneath Kim's earlobe, and I sniffed, taking it in. My Christmas present to her. "Opium." Intoxicating. 

I hugged her tighter, and sniffed loudly. "Oh, my God, Kim! You're so...so...irresistible!" 

"Don't make fun of me!"

"I'm not making fun of you! You're irresistible! I want to gobble you up!"

"Stop it!"

"I do! Here, I'll show you!" I bit her neck, lightly.

"Ow! Stop it!"

"I'm out of control! That perfume makes me wild!"

"David! Stop teasing me!"

"Teasing? Me? I would never do that. Just like you would never tease me."

"I never tease you!"

"Never? You never tease me? So you want a list?"

"Let's go to the fair."

"Don't change the subject when I'm teasing you about teasing me."

"Do you love me?"

"Personal foul! Illegal use of the mouth! Fifteen yard penalty!"

"Do you?"

"Double technical! Illegal change of subject! Two free throws and ejection from the game!"

"If you loved me, you wouldn't tease me."

"Well, then, if you loved me, you wouldn't tease me."

"But that's exactly why I tease you! When I tease you you're so...adorable!"

"But that's unfair!"

"Why?"

"Because, Kim, you're adorable all the time! I don't need to tease you to find you adorable!'

"Then, don't!"

"But I like it."

"And I like to tease you."

"So, the only way you can find me adorable is when you tease me?"

"Well, not the only way."

"When else do you find me adorable?"

"When you're a big oaf."

"A big oaf!"

"Yes. When you do something clumsy or oafish I just find it so...cute."

"I'm cute when I'm a dork."

"Well, yes."

" So I'm adorable when you tease me, and I'm cute when I'm an oaf. Wow. Now there's a strong basis for a relationship. How flattering."

"Oaf! Those aren't the only two words I think of when describing you."

"Let's go to the fair."

"Oh no, Buster. You started this, so you can take it like a man."

"OK. What other words do you use?"

"Handsome. Sensitive. Caring. Wonderful. Loving. Generous. Thoughtful. Sexy. Delicious."

"Now you're just trying to weasel out of it. Penalties still apply."

"What are you going to do? Spank me?"

There was a long silence while I engaged in a delightful daydream. "That might not be a bad idea. Would you like that?"

"Depends," she said, with a trace of wickedness, "On what else we were doing at the time."

"Kiss me, you fool," I said, reaching for her.

Let's take a moment and describe what I reached for. Six feet of lithe All-American basketball player, long blonde hair loose on her shoulders. A perfect, athletic body, incredible long legs. Mesmerizing blue eyes, and incredible charisma. She was spectacular in every way.

And today, a hot mid-summer day, had brought her to her front door in her father's white Oxford shirt, unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, a navy blue tube top that emphasized nice-sized breasts by just hinting at cleavage and clinging so nicely. The famous cutoffs, and way at the other end of those legs, sneakers and rolled-down socks. She also wore the necklace and earrings I had given her for Christmas, along with the perfume that had started all this trouble. Casual, yet elegant.

"No more teasing, David," she said plaintively, and kissed me.

"You're just trying to escape."

"Yup. I don't want to tease any more."

"Won't the shirt be hot today outside?"

"Maybe, but it hangs down enough to cover my butt."

"So?"

"I don't want guys staring at my butt."

"What about me?"

"In your case, think of it as the reverse: Touch, But Don't Look."

"Mmm. Sounds good to me. Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Where else did you dab perfume other than your ears?" I grinned.

"A girl never tells. You'll just have to find out for yourself. Let's go!"

I figured I'd have to find a way to find out later, as she brushed past me and walked to the car. I had to run to catch up and open the door for her, as I always did. It earned a smile and thanks.

Since we had decided on college, the whole atmosphere of our relationship had improved. It was like being relieved from pain that you didn't realize you had. All of a sudden, everything was better. Kim had signed on to Duke at a press conference, coach in attendance, reporters, flashes of cameras, film cameras. It was before the day of portable video. We watched her on local TV that night. I had given my formal letter of acceptance of my academic scholarship to Duke to one of the representatives, who more-or-less dismissively put the folded letter in her briefcase. That was fine. It was Kim's moment.

From that point on, we made a quantum leap closer. Not physically, but emotionally. It was like our spirits emerged from our bodies and merged. It was a little weird. I could almost always read her mind, and she mine. While we never had arguments, we did disagree sometimes over little things, but understood that they were little things, and so we could always settle differences quickly. Sometimes we pretended to argue, just so we could kiss and make up. The making up part was always so sweet, that eventually we dispensed with the argument part.

In other words, I learned about unlimited love. I had thought that I couldn't love her any more than I did. But each day, love grew. We'd talk about that, shaking our heads in amazement while we giggled. "How can it get any better?" we'd ask each other. Then it would, and a week later we'd ask again, usually sharing a milkshake, cheeks touching as we used two straws. A heart can stretch to any size, and keep on stretching. Love becomes infinite when you have someone like Kim.

We were off to the county fair for the day. Typically hot, the fair was the gathering place for young people, and we were bound to see many friends.

"I want to see the farm animals," I said.

"I want you to win me prizes on the Midway," Kim said.

"Maybe I want you to win me prizes?"

"Nope. I'm the girl here. I deserve to be pampered."

The fair was hot, crowded, and fun. I always had fun watching men watch Kim. She was a guy magnet, no question about it. While she seemed oblivious to it, she had, in fact, worn the white shirt. For her part, she would hold my hand or take my arm, clearly establishing territory (not that other girls gave me a second look, except to see what a stunning package like Kim would choose. I'm pretty sure they were disappointed in her taste.), and also signaling to the guys that she was taken. It reassured me, not that I really needed it.

We ate really bad, expensive food: tasteless Italian sausages with limp onions and peppers, fatty hot dogs with too many trimmings, fried dough sprinkled with too much powdered sugar, cotton candy that stuck to your nose, French fries dripping in grease with runny ketchup, Sno-cones with too-sweet syrup melting all over your hand, fresh-squeezed lemonade watered down by too many ice cubes. A fair is meant to be eaten through, in my experience, to heck with the cost. Or quality. I would burp and pat my belly. Kim would feign disgust at my manners. We would laugh and hold hands.

We strolled the aisles in the barns looking at the cows, hogs, horses, and sheep. We laughed at the looks of some of the exotic chickens. We perused the displays of prize-winning pies, cakes, and cookies. I bought Kim a thick leather belt adorned with lots of metal bits, large enough for her to wear loose around the shirt, slung low on her hips. I told her it was sexy, which was no lie. It accentuated the flare of her slim hips even over the shirt, and drew attention down to her classic legs. I think every guy in the place over the age of twelve stared at her. Younger ones, too.

We spent time with friends, going to the Demolition Derby in the sun on a hot afternoon. It was really loud, and I can't admit to becoming a lifelong fan. We laughed a lot, and even our friends saw our closeness. They were true friends, and happy for us. We were so obviously in love.

We made it to the Midway after yet another round of food, in the evening when the summer sun was low. Kim in low, warm sunset light was breathtaking. I'd like to say that my distraction with her beauty was the reason I sucked so badly at winning her prizes, but if truth be told, it was oafishness. I wondered how cute I was.

Kim was a little impatient. "Oh, here, let me try!" She did, and won. She did again, and won. A third time, and won.

"This is fun!"

"Yeah, I really enjoy being shown up by my girlfriend."

"Don't be a grouch. Being a grouch cancels out the cuteness of being an oaf."

She kept on winning most of the time. She also won the hearts of every hard-core carny in every booth with her warm smile and laughter. I think she got better prizes than most other winners. I was loaded down carrying all of them.

"I want that stuffed dog!" she said, pointing at a huge St, Bernard with a pink hanging tongue mounted on the wall behind the carny.

"OK. But it's my turn." I gave the money to the carny. He handed me a pellet rifle. "How many hits to win the big dog?"

"Eight out of ten," he said, lethargically. It had been a long, hot day.

I approached it scientifically, figuring that the sight on the rifle was off, intentionally. Not much room to spare, needing eight out of ten. And the targets were moving. Squeezing off a test shot, I predictably missed, but I had a good idea of how the sight was off, and had a sense of how far to lead the target. Taking a deep breath, I aimed.

To make a long story slightly shorter, I hit the next eight in a row. For a capper, I hit the last one, too.

The carny looked at me angrily, and took the dog off the wall. "Not to you," he said.' "To her." He handed the stuffed animal to Kim with a smile, who was clapping and hopping up and down. She took it and hugged it tight. The carny's grin widened. He gave me thumbs-up with a laugh. I think she made his day.

"I can't top that," I said. "Let's go home."

"Or somewhere," she said mysteriously, eyes flashing. How did she do that?.

Weighted down by all our treasures, we walked what felt like miles to my car. Kim hugged the big dog, and all the guys looked envious of it. The treasures and prizes went in the trunk, except the dog. It rode in the back seat.

Kim was all smiles. I got a huge hug and smooch when I climbed behind the wheel. Pressed against me in the middle of the bench seat, I could feel her silky leg along the length of my thigh.

I started the car, and we had another adventure trying to get out of the parking lot with hundreds of other cars also leaving. We chatted about the day. There was nothing we could do except be patient.

"Where can we go that's private?" Kim asked, eyes soft and seductive.

"Hmm. Let's go to the park. By the time we get there the pool will be closed, and there are some secluded spots in the parking lot."

"Sounds good!" Kim kissed my neck. Just the thought of parking with Kim had me hard as stone. We'd never parked before.

Forty-five minutes to get out of the lot. She had made her suggestion after five, so I was a little less patient after that, but it made no difference.

Finally, we were free of the fair's parking lot. Kim put her hand on my obvious bulge. "Finally!" She sighed. "I didn't want to do this with all those cars around." She unzipped my shorts, dug into the fly and brought out my hardon. Adjusting herself, she took me into her mouth.

"Kim, I don't know how safe this is," I panted.

"Keep your mind on your driving," she said, and resumed sucking. I could feel her smile as her lips slid on my shaft.

"That's easy for you to say," I said.

"It is," she replied. "I'm concentrating on what I'm doing. Why can't you?"

"Teasing again," I said.

She took me all the way down her throat, her nose in my pubic hair. When she came up, she gasped. "I don't think that quite qualifies as teasing."

"This is so unfair," I said.

"Too bad!" And she swallowed me again.

"Kim, this is dangerous."

"Only if you crash."

"Why only if I crash?"

"I'm liable to clench my teeth."

Now, there was the unthinkable. So I thought about it. I actually felt pain at the idea. I steadfastly put my mind on my driving, but the two opposite distractions were considerable.

Relieved to have arrived safely, I parked the car in the swimming pool parking lot under the branches of a huge oak tree in a corner, deep in shadow and more-or-less out of sight. Shutting off the lights, I raised Kim's head from my crotch and took her chin in my hands, kissing her. She giggled and kissed back.

"That's one of the nicest car rides I've ever taken," she said.

"That's because you weren't in mortal terror," I said.

"Scaredy cat," she said. "I knew you could do it."

"Let me kiss you"

"Yes, please!"

We necked, kissed, Frenched, nibbled. After a few minutes, my hand worked inside the Oxford and cupped a tube-topped breast. Her nipple poked the fabric, and I caressed it. She took my hand and moved it to the top of the tube, taking my finger and hooking it into her cleavage. She looked at me, eyes hungry.

"Take the hint."

Slowly, I pulled down the tube top with my finger. Soon, it was around her waist, exposing her beautiful breasts to the warm summer night air. My hand resumed its caresses, now on bare, soft skin. Soft except for hard nipples and goose bumps on aureoles. Her breathing was getting a little labored. We kissed for a long time.

I bent to kiss a breast, and took a furtive sniff. "Perfume!" I declared.

"Caught me," she admitted with a smile. I kissed her nipples a little more, then resumed with her lips. My hand came up, and I kneaded and pinched and held and rubbed.

Her hand took my forearm, and pulled it off her breast. Moving it down, she slid her hand to my hand, and put me between her legs, spreading them. This time, I needed no hint. I cupped her pussy through her cutoffs. Her hand moved and grasped my dick, still exposed from the drive, standing it vertically and stroking it, stopping her fingers just under my head, with a firm grasp.

I unsnapped the cutoffs, and lowered the zipper. Putting my hand inside, she lifted up so I could wrap my hand and cup her, my fingers on her labia. I began rubbing her pussy. She rocked against me. Our lips were locked, as we took turns sucking each other's tongues. I felt her wetness against my fingers. My middle one found its way, and I penetrated her. I continued stroking her with my hand, finger inside, palm against her clit. Her breathing increased, her stroking of my cock more urgent, her bucking against my hand more energetic. It excited me to feel her climax building. I added my index finger, my palm massaging her clitoris. I fucked her with my hand, and she was more than excited.

Then she came, pushing against my hand, breaking our kiss, and moaning. She bucked and bucked, and slowly came down.

"Take me into the back seat and make love to me," she said, looking into my eyes.

I looked in the back seat. "It's occupied."

"You mean, Hubert?"

"Hubert?"

"That's what I've decided to name him. Hubert."

"Well, Hubert's taking up a lot of space."

"Can we fit there with him?"

"Are you asking me for a threesome?" She slapped my arm. "I don't know if I'm ready to share you, even though it might be a turnon to watch." She punched me, hard, in the arm. "I was curious about whether you wanted him for that big tongue." For emphasis, I stuck mine out at her. That made her laugh.

"No, silly. But is there room?"

"Tell you what, Hubert can drive the getaway car if we need it."

In a moment, Hubert was installed behind the wheel. Both back doors were open, because both being so tall, we needed the room. I found myself with a beautiful naked woman lying on top of me on the back seat. Oh, and my clothes seemed to have been shed, too. My boner was squeezed between us, stretching from her pubic hair to nearly her navel. She kissed me and tickled my chin with her hand.

"I would be delighted to have you crush my ears with your legs," I offered. "I may not have Hubert's tongue, but as the lady says: 'It ain't the meat, it's the motion!'"

"You just want to know if I put perfume down there."

"I will admit to curiosity along with my desire to please you."

"Thank you, but I need you inside me."

"Ah, well. Maybe next time."

"That's a date. And by the way, yes."

"Yes?"

"Perfume."

"Oh. Thank you for telling me," I kissed her.

"Dave, I want you so much!" She moved her hips, and almost magically, my penis inserted itself into her. She moved again and I sank all the way. We held each other, kissed, and just enjoyed the feeling, the stillness. In that moment, skin-on-skin for the length of our bodies, stillness was all we needed.

Bzzzzzt. Mosquito. Looking down, in the dim light I could see one on her butt. I smacked it. Bullseye. I flicked the corpse off with my finger.

"Spanking me, huh? You couldn't wait to do that."

"Mosquito."

"Yeah, right."

"I saved you from malaria."

"You smacked my cheek."

"I did. It was a selfless act."

I smacked the other cheek.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"I needed to restore balance to the universe."

"Huh?"

"I felt the universe was tilting to one side because I had only smacked you on one cheek. I had to restore balance to everything by smacking your other one."

"That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard."

"But it's true. Would you have wanted to slide off the seat as everything tilted? I haven't vacuumed the floor of the car."

"You're teasing again."

"It was another totally selfless act."

"I'd prefer a different selfless act." She clamped her pussy muscles around me.

"Can I spank you later? You deserve to be punished for teasing me the way you did."

Her eyes closed, and she rocked atop me. "You can do anything you want as long as he's where he is."

Instead of spanking (or balancing the entire universe), I grabbed two hands full of delightful butt. "OK, then how's this?" I countered her thrusting with my own, moving her hips with my hands.

Her breathing picking up, "Oh, yes, David, you can punish me this way any time. Punish me more! I'm such a bad girl." She started really fucking me. I kept steady, letting her do most of the work. Watching her ass buck up and down in the soft light was an incredibly erotic sight. My hands cupped warm flesh and just followed along.

She sat up, putting her hands on my chest, and grinding her pussy on my cock. "Fill me up! Punish me with that cock! Fuck me, David! Fuck me!"

I did. She did. We did. She rose and fell and I looked down to watch. I loved to see myself penetrating her. Stiff rod parting her puffy lips. Her hair hung down and tickled my chest. I moved it out of the way for a better look, ending up holding her chin in both hands. She panted, working towards an orgasm.

Me, too. No way I was going to last.

"Kim, here...I...cum!" I arched my back and my cum burst into her womb. She cried out and froze, orgasm flowing from her in wave after wave. It was always so special when we came together, bodies and spirits merging, love welling up. It was a full-body, almost out-of-body experience. The intensity surpassed description. It was sublime.

Kim lay on top of me, and we snuggled with millions of little kisses. We lay that way for quite a while. Fortunately, no more mosquitoes. I could just rest my hands on her butt, or stroke her back. Soft breezes rustled the leaves overhead. The night was perfect.

"Dave?" she asked with a lilt.

"Yes, my love?"

"Oh! It still gives me goose bumps to hear you say that! But Dave?"

"Yes, my most darling love?"

"Now you're teasing! Stop it!"





Slightly, Once Ch. 06



"Stop telling you that I love you? Not likely. It took me too long to get used to it."

"Not that! Stop teasing me! I have something serious to ask."

That brought me up a little short. "What?"

She nestled, wiggling her ass a little on my still-inserted cock.

"Dave, are you still hard?"

"That's your serious question?"

She nodded, slightly, once.

I took inventory. Yup.

I nodded back, slightly, once.

"Would you please punish me some more?"

"Is that a serious question, too?"

"Stop teasing me when I want to make love with you!" She kissed me and put her tongue as far into my mouth as she could. I sucked on it and moaned. I got the message.

"Turn over and lay with your back to me," I said.

We disengaged and she turned to lie on top of me, delicious butt pressed to my stomach, and head next to mine. I could easily kiss her neck. And did. She purred.

"See, this way I can caress all sorts of interesting parts," I said, as my hands moved to cup her breasts. She took her hand and stood my erection between her legs, pressing against the length of her labia. I ran my hands all over her body. Sides, tummy, hips, between her legs to feel a very moist place. The outside of her arms. Back to her breasts, squeezing nipples, and nuzzling her neck. I sniffed.

"Uh oh."

"What?" 

"Perfume's almost gone," I complained. "Maybe you won't be irresistible?"

"I'll show you irresistible," She moved her hips, and using her hand inserted me, slipping me in easily with her wetness.

"Mmm. That feels really good," she said, and rocked her hips.

I took one hand and moved it to her clit. I rubbed it and she gasped.

"That feels really, really good. Don't stop. Don't stop." She rocked against me while I massaged her.

"You're right, as usual. Irresistible. But I'm right, too. No need for perfume." My cock was in heaven.

She reached down, and her fingers wrapped around my dick where it entered her. "I can feel you! I can feel you fucking me! This is such a turnon! I love it!" Her pace picked up, and I responded. Her fingers felt my shaft slide. We fucked the night away.

"Wait!" She stopped, and with less-than-grace, sat up and folded her knees under her. She was now kneeling atop me, and I looked at her sleek back and gorgeous ass as she began to bounce up and down in a controlled way. I just lay there, enjoying the view of in the dim light, her silky hair streaming down her back and flowing in a slight bounce with the rhythm of her movements. It was incredibly sexy. She was incredibly sexy. Not to mention the feeling of my dick buried in her. I took her by the waist and just held on. Her skin so soft.

It took every bit of self-control I had to resist tickling the bottoms of her feet, which now faced towards me. But her cock-riding was way too good to interrupt.

She bucked harder, building. I could feel myself starting to let go, too. I hoped we would get there together. I urged her on. "Oh Kim, I can feel it! I can feel it starting to rise! I can feel it bubbling up from my balls! Are you ready? I want to cum with you! Are you ready? Are you ready?"

"Yes! Give it to me! Give me your cum! Let me feel you shoot inside me! Oh, David, I love you! I love you! I love you!"

Firmly gripping her waist, I jammed her down on my cock, and with a growl filled her with my seed. She screamed and told me that she could feel my contractions, feel my hot cum, feel my head engorge and stretch her. I could feel her vagina clamp on me. She shuddered hard, shuddered and moaned, leaning forward to put her hands on my knees and grind her pussy on me. I kept cumming and cumming, the spasms wouldn't stop.

Finally, we both finished. Kim got off me and snuggled in between the seat back and me. My perch on the seat edge was precarious. Good thing I had put the universe back in balance.

"Oh, I needed that so badly," she said into my chest.

"Making love to you is so beautiful," I said, stroking her hair. Inspiration struck. "I want to brush your hair," It was a favorite activity of ours when we needed to have clothes on.

"I don't have a brush with me."

"Then let's go back to your house. It's not that late."

"OK."

Re-clothed, we went home. Kim refrained from grabbing my crotch and blowing me on the trip. Once home, the lights were off.

"Parents have gone to bed. We'll have to be quiet," Kim whispered in the car.

"Can they hear us all the way out here?" I teased, and earned a punch in the arm.

"Go quietly."

We snuck up to her room. We waited until she had closed the door to light a couple candles.

I saw the brush on her dresser and took it. Sitting with my back to the side of her bed on the floor, I spread my legs and beckoned her. She settled in, arms around my raised knees, back to me.

And I brushed her long, beautiful hair. And brushed, and brushed. Do you have any idea how erotic brushing long hair is? She drank it all in, eyes closed, positioning her head so that I could reach it all. Her blonde hair was straight, full, but not too thick. It responded well to a good bristle brush. Stroke after stroke of brush, the brush followed by a stroke of my hand, quiet sighs and moans from Kim. I think we spent an hour.

I paused, and she leaned back to settle against me. "That is so heavenly. I love it when you brush my hair. It's so intimate."

"It's something that I can do that you can't reciprocate. There's nothing you can really do except take it in. I like that. I like the idea of giving to you that way." She wrapped my hands around her tummy, holding them with hers, and nestled in.

"I love you so much, David. I love the way you take care of me. I don't ever want it to end."

"I don't either," I said.

She wiggled a little, and made a discovery. "Why David, what's that I feel against my backside?" She wiggled some more, and sure enough, there was an erection there.

"Now that's something I can do something about!" She moved away long enough to quickly strip off her clothes.

"Don't make me wait!" She whispered.

I stripped, my erection popping out. She was on her knees facing me. Reaching, she took me in her hand and lowered her mouth to me. She licked the length of my underside, and took me deep into her mouth.

"Oh, Kim, that's so good." She bobbed for a few minutes, deliciously, from my perspective. Long hair obscured the view, but I didn't want to disturb my brushing handiwork. I could definitely feel it, though. No mistaking it.

"That's something I can give you, and you can only reciprocate by enjoying it. But enough preliminaries!" she said, and winked, "For this time!" She turned her backside to me, on hands and knees. She wiggled a little. That perfect backside wiggling was more than any mortal could stand. "Do I have to mail you an invitation?" I remembered that phrase from a similar time past.

I rose behind her, and in one motion grabbed my dick and pushed it in from behind. I sank all the way, and immediately started a good rhythm fucking her tight pussy.

She rocked against me. "Remember, don't wake my folks!'

"You're the noisy one!"

"I know! This is going to be hard!" We fucked away. So good.

I noticed that we could see ourselves in her full-length mirror. "Kim, look! We can watch ourselves make love!"

"Ooo! I like that." We watched as our bodies coupled. I could see myself behind her, pelvis moving back and forth, hands on her hips. She watched with a hungry look.

"Let's adjust so I can see your cock penetrate me." Staying engaged, we moved around. Now, from the side, we could see me behind her, and see my cock as it moved in and out.

"Oh, this is such a turnon! I like watching you fuck me!" She moved back in an active rhythm, countering my thrusts. We fucked. And fucked. And fucked some more. She watched, fascinated.

"Here, let's try this," I said, and I moved her back around to where I was behind her in the mirror again. Taking her shoulders, I pulled her up. Now, in the mirror, she was in front of me, and between her legs, we could see my shaft stuck into her cunt. I moved, and we watched as my shaft moved deeper, and shallower, deeper, and shallower. We watched me fuck her.

"Oh, God, that makes me hot!" She bucked and bucked, and bucked too far. I slipped out.

"Oh, no, mister," she said, grabbing me and guiding me back in. "No escape until I'm finished with you." She stilled, to let me do the work. "Your turn."

I took over. Slow strokes, long strokes, burying deep and giving little strokes. Fast, slow, really slow. We fucked for a long time. I looked at her perfect body, from slim, muscled thighs, the little spot of trimmed fur, up her slim, toned tummy and its delightful curves, to firm, medium-sized breasts with small aureoles and firm, erect nipples. Shoulders, neck with my necklace, and face with a blissful, eyes-closed faraway look. I ran my hands up her sides and watched her body undulate as she responded to my thrusts. She moved like liquid metal. Her skin felt to good to my hands. I caressed her, and felt my dick get even harder inside her. I massaged her clit and she stifled a scream. I nuzzled her neck and whispered, "God, I love to fuck you." 

Her eyes were closed in deep bliss. "And I love how you fuck me. I love to feel you inside me. I love your cock. I love you." 

"Kim, I want to finish on top of you," I whispered in her ear.

"OK," she breathed. "But can we do this again soon?"

"Of course!"

She came off me and flipped over, spreading those lovely legs and holding them wide. She beckoned me with her arms, and I moved between them. No guidance necessary. As she grabbed my ass to pull me in, my cock found its way. She pulled, and I sank. She set up a rhythm pulling my ass cheeks to get me to penetrate her all the more. Little sighs and groans as she fought to stay silent under my onslaught. I pumped, my ass rising and falling as my dick found heaven. We watched that in the mirror, too, Kim exclaiming how much she liked seeing my butt rise and fall as she felt me inside her. I loved watching her wrap her legs around my waist, loved watching her hands on my ass pulling me deeper.

We continued that way for a long time. Her hands moved up and she took my shoulders and hugged me close as a climax coursed through her. Amazingly, she did no more than sigh.

We kept on going. I could feel her building, and I could feel me, too. I rose up on my arms, and looked down at her stunning body as it writhed against my stiff shaft. I held still, and she moved her hips to fuck me. Her grunts in time with her hips. I looked down to see her ab muscles flex as she rotated her hips to stroke me. We watched her move in the mirror, me suspended above her, her flexing to move my cock in and out. Watched my shaft appear and disappear. Too much for me. I was starting to well up.

"Kim, look at me," I said. "Look at me, no matter what." I looked deep within those bright blue eyes, seeing the love.

"Keep looking. Don't close your eyes. Try not to blink." Staring at each other, we built.

"Here I cum, Kim. Don't blink. Look at me." She did. We looked at each other. I could see the softness in her face.

"Now, Kim. Here it is. Look at me. Look into my eyes." I exploded, and it took everything I had to keep looking at her. My dick pulsed as I unloaded into her. We never broke eye contact as we both succumbed to intense orgasms. She looked at me as her entire body shuddered around where she was impaled on me, and we saw each other's bliss. It was an incredibly erotic end to fantastic lovemaking.

"Oh, David! I can't believe how beautiful that was!" She whispered. In all our intensity, we had climaxed silently. I came down and was enveloped by her arms, and treated to fervent kissing. I responded with kisses of my own, and gently rocked my penis inside her.

"Oh, David! No more! I can't take any more!" I held still, but stayed there. We hugged, me on top, pressing, for quite a while.

After a while, we sorted out clothes, and snuck downstairs. It was time to go.

At the door, we hugged one last time. Looking at me, her eyes were bright. "Thank you so much for the best day! I had so much fun!" She kissed me lightly.

"The fair's still on tomorrow. Want to have another go?"

She licked her lips. "Sure. And I'd like to go to the fair again, too."

I laughed softly. No waking the parents. "I'll pick you up at ten. We'll unload the car in the morning. Is it OK if Hubert guards the car overnight?

She kissed my nose. "Sure. Good night, my love. I need to think of more things to do to be a bad, bad girl. I love the way you punish me." Her eyes flashed, wantonly. How did she do that?

I could barely get to the car, my knees were so weak. I heard her giggling as she watched me. Minx.

I keep saying this is the end. Then it isn't. We'll see.



Slightly, Once Ch. 07



Well, I'm still having fun writing. Seems, though, that these two have had it way too easy. Time for a little trouble. So, let's go to college.

*

My nouveau Bug was completely full. There was barely room for the two of us. Kim looked to stuff just one more bag of clothing somewhere. Her parents and I stood aside, looking on with amusement.

The nouveau Bug was a 1969 used Beetle, navy blue with a little rust. It ran great. But it was a Bug, meaning no air conditioning in the summer, and vestigial heat in winter. Good thing it was going to North Carolina, where the winters were far less severe than here in the Midwest. I had learned to change the oil and adjust the valves, a requirement every 1,500 miles or so with its air-cooled engine. I had done so the day before, so with a full tank of gas we were ready to travel.

Ever see the circus, where clown after clown emerges from a Bug? We were trying to do that in reverse, stuffing both our sets of college possessions. I had pared down mine as much as I could to leave more room for Kim, figuring that if there was something essential I had left out, I could get it at Duke in Durham.

Kim pushed with her sneakered foot. That foot attached to a long, tan leg, which attached to the finest butt in the universe, which sat upon a slender, toned, body-to-die-for, topped by a beautiful face framed by long, blonde hair, at the moment tied back in a pony tail. A complete six-foot package. The outfit? A simple grey Duke T-shirt, and a pair of farmer jean shorts: bib overalls with short, hemmed legs. She was so adorable. I could feel it in my heart every time I looked at her. Must be love.

"Give it up, Kim," her dad said. We'll mail it to you."

"No," she grunted. "One...more...push!" And the last pillowcase filled with clothing was stuffed in, barely.

"Congratulations!" I said. I was rewarded with a smile.

Mom fretted. "Now, you're stopping tonight, right? You're not going to try to drive all the way through?"

"No, Mom," said Kim; in a way that suggested this wasn't the first time this conversation had taken place, or even the sixth. "I have the motel money you gave me. We'll make sure to stop for the night."

"It's just that with a stick shift, poor Dave has to do all the driving," she said. "I don't want him falling asleep behind the wheel."

"I'll be OK, ma'am," I said confidently. "I know my limits, and I've planned our route. I think we can make Knoxville and then cut east. That should make it about a 12-hour day today, and much less tomorrow."

"Uh," Dad said, clearly uncomfortable. "And just what will the sleeping arrangements be tonight?" 

Kim hugged him. "Oh, Daddy, all motels have two beds, if that's what you're worried about. We'll be fine in one room. If Dave were going to take advantage of me, he's had plenty of opportunity before now!" She kissed him on the cheek. I struggled to keep a straight face. Kim's mom, who knew all about us, stifled a guffaw. Dad relaxed a little. Kim could charm the Grinch out of stealing Christmas.

"I guess you're right. Well, you'd better be off if you want to beat rush hour going through Chicago." Said Dad, mollified.

Kim hugged her mom. "Dave will take care of me, Mom, he always does." They hugged tight, Mom whispered something, and Kim giggled.

She embraced her dad again, and I shook his hand and hugged her mom. Into the Bug we piled, and took off down the street. The adventure to college had officially begun.

It was a long day, but with windows down we were able to stay pretty cool. Bug zoomed down the interstates, through Chicago, Indianapolis, Louisville. We stopped for gas and snacks about every two hours, but pretty much kept going without a break. Bug got 35 mpg, and ran well. I pretty much stuck to 55 mph. It was 1973, and the first Arab oil embargo was trying to paralyze the country with $40-a-barrel oil. 55 was the patriotic speed.

We found a Holiday Inn outside Knoxville about 6:30. While it had a pool, we discovered that we would have to unpack most of the car to get our swimsuits, so we forgot the idea of a cool dip.

"I'm sooo stiff," Kim complained. "I need to go for a run." She had been doing about five miles a day to get in shape for basketball workouts. We checked in, taking the small bags of essentials we had kept handy for overnight.

"OK," I said. "I'll get us some take-out while you're gone, and we can just relax here.

"Sounds good." She changed in the bathroom into running shorts, and disappeared out the door.

To work. I got fried chicken and trimmings with some soft drinks. Food taken care of. Check. I found my secret bag in the car. Check. Into the bathroom, I took candles out of the bag and lit them. Check. Drew hot bath with special bubble bath. Check. Everything was ready.

Coming out of the bathroom, I closed the door behind me to wait for Kim's return. About five minutes later (no time to spare, so bubble bath will still be hot. Check.), Kim came in the door, sweat dripping down her face and hair plastered to her head. She puffed out a huge breath. How can someone look that pretty all sweated up? Easy, if you happen to be Kim.

"Wow, I needed that, but it's sooo hot! Time for a shower." She took her bag, and opened the bathroom door. She froze, and took in the sight. Slowly, she turned back to me.

"David? What's this?"

"I have chicken. I thought a picnic would be nice, and a hot bubble bath for you would be a luxury you may not get for a while. I suspect they only have showers at school."

"Can I eat in the tub?" She asked, in an excited voice.

"That's the whole idea."

"Will you join me?"

"On the floor. The tub's a bit small for the two of us."

Wasting mo more time, Kim stripped right there, and gingerly stepped into the tub. "Ow! It's HOT!"

"Too hot?"

She settled in, breasts disappearing under a mountain of bubbles. "No, once you're in, it feels heavenly." She was too short for the tub, so to get her body in, her knees emerged from the bubbles. "Oh, this is so good!"

I came in and sat on the floor, and served her chicken and biscuits on a paper plate. I kept the soft drink handy, but since it was a glass bottle, I didn't want to risk it slipping and breaking in the bathroom. We spent a pleasant hour munching and chatting. Kim was clearly enjoying the bath. I enjoyed seeing her face in the soft candlelight. But the second law of thermodynamics being what it is, the water cooled.

"I think this bath is about over. If it's OK with you, I want to wash my hair under the shower. I'll meet you in bed in a few minutes."

"I thought we were in separate beds?" I ventured.

"Nope. Mom whispered to me that if you were going to do all that driving, that I should take very good care of you when we stopped. And I can't do that from a separate bed!"

"I wondered why you giggled," I said. "She's the best."

"She knows it. Out, handsome prince, while the princess cleanses her fair locks!"

I gathered the remains of the meal and the candles and left, closing the door behind me.

Fifteen minutes later, Kim emerged from the bathroom toweling her hair, buck naked. I had already tucked into bed, having shed my clothes. The air conditioning was set on high, and there was a refreshing chill in the room. I had placed the candles around the room. They shed a soft light. Kim looked at the sheets.

"Hey, big boy," she said with mock sultriness. "Is that a pistol you're packing under the covers, or are you happy to see me?" We laughed.

"He's lonesome," I moaned in not-altogether-pretend pain. "And so am I."

"Well then, make room!" I lifted the covers and she crawled in, wrapping around me in prime cuddle position.

"It's chilly out there!" she said. "This feels good!"

We snuggled for a long time, letting the greasy chicken settle a bit. After a time, she started kissing my neck and running her fingers through my hair.

"It's time I took good care of you," she said softly in my ear. "How would you like to make love to me?"

"I would like it very much," I said. "How would you like me to do it?"

"David, I would very much like you to take me in your arms, lie on top of me, and make love as tenderly and lovingly as you can muster after a day's worth of driving a Volkswagen on the interstate with the windows down on a hot day. Can you do that?"

I didn't answer. I just kissed her. We kissed, and I felt her breasts, gently kneading and squeezing them. I felt her erect nipples, but decided that pinching or otherwise concentrating on them was too much tonight. My hand moved southwards and cupped her pussy, gently rubbing her. But again, an all-out attack on her clit didn't fit. It wasn't all that long before I looked into her eyes. "Are you ready?"

She nodded, slightly, once, with the trace of a smile.

I moved on top of her as she spread her legs to beckon me. My penis was at her entrance. I felt her hand take it and true its aim. Slowly, I moved forward and sank within her, feeling her velvety flesh encircle me. Bottoming out, I kissed her. Her ankles rested behind my knees.

And we made love. We made it slowly, tenderly, gently, and full of love. We kissed and held each other tight. The gentle rocking of my pelvis as I moved in and out of my beautiful woman was matched by her own gentle thrusts. We moved as one, full of love. We had a wonderful time. Covers over us, we nestled in the motel bed, on its too-soft mattress and cheap sheets, and didn't have a care in the world. We didn't worry about pleasing each other, we didn't worry about loving each other. We knew, just as surely as we knew that our bodies were merged, that we were everything each other wanted.

Tender lovemaking is incredibly erotic, have you noticed?

Content in our knowledge, I felt the time coming on. I slowed, kissed Kim with as much love as I could gather, and entered her one last time to give her my essence. She felt me, gave a little cry, and closed in around me, all hands and arms and legs and body, to hold me close, shudder gently in her own orgasm. We lay, in supreme comfort and satisfaction, for a little while. I came off, and she snuggled into my chest. I think we were fast asleep in less than 30 seconds.

I awoke seeing early light through the cracks in the curtains. I was spooning with my lady, arm over her waist, threading up between her breasts to where my hand was on her shoulder, her chin resting on me. My morning erection lay between those lovely butt cheeks. To pee? Or to rub? Rubbing won. I gently stroked my rod.

Kim awoke and felt my movements. Purring, she wasted no time and with her hand guided me into her from behind. She was still wet from our session before sleep. I went in all the way immediately, and set to rocking, my hand on her hip. She arched back into me and cradled my head with her hand. I kissed her chin and neck. No words. Only silent love. My bottom arm, pretty much asleep from being under her neck, now moved down and took her bottom hip, so we were on our sides with me holding top and bottom. With a little more control, I could increase the tempo of my thrusts. Kim sighed and responded, hips bucking back against me. Now, it was a little more than just gentle lovemaking. We were doing some pretty serious rutting.

"Do you know what I see?" panted Kim.

"No, what?"

"A mirror above the dresser," Which was across from the foot of the bed. "I like having you from behind, but can we get up?"

With only a tiny bit of grace, but without coming out, we maneuvered to where we could see ourselves in the mirror from the side. Somewhere in all of that I turned on a bedside lamp, so we'd have a good view. Our candles had long since burned down.

It excited Kim, and she bucked, doing all the work. "Oh, God! Look at your cock! I love to see and feel it disappear into me. Watch this!" And she proceeded to fuck me like a wild woman, on hands and knees, long hair hanging down, the poor bed rocking and bouncing and squeaking, and me more turned on than I had expected to be first thing in the morning. She pounded back against my abs, working her tight pussy on my dick, stroke after frenzied stroke, all the time watching our mating forms in the mirror..

He couldn't take it, my penis. The excitement, the turn-on, the sight of a gorgeous blonde impaled on him, riding him for dear life. It made him upchuck. Or, rather, I came with abundance and ferocity, grabbing her hips, pulling her back towards me, and letting go. My contractions and the swelling of my helmet against her cervix caused her to scream out as a huge climax spread from her womb with blinding speed to make her entire body tingle. What had started as love had ended as lust, but the love never went away. It was always there, expressed, maybe, with a little more vigor.

We collapsed onto our sides, genitals still engaged, breathless. We pulled the sheets completely over our heads and huddled under them, napping. The Big Guy finally went limp enough to come out. Cuddling felt so good, because we weren't sure when we would have the same opportunity again.

Reality finally intruded. "Let's go to Durham," I said.

"I need a shower first," Kim said. "But I won't wash my hair again."

"Do you want to?" I asked, since I didn't really understand how often girls liked to wash their hair.

"Well, I could. But I don't have to," she said, "It would be troublesome taking the time to dry it."

"Why do you have to do that? Just let it dry in the car with the windows open."

"As humid as it is, that'll take forever." 

"Well, it's a good six hours in the Bug today, so I think you'll have time. I want to take a shower, too, but I'll go second."

She kissed my nose and hopped out of bed. Taking a minute, she sorted out her clothes for the day before slipping into the bathroom. I enjoyed the view of her naked form. I loved this woman.

It was another hot August day as we Beetled across Tennessee, and then North Carolina. We tended to be a little slower than traffic, and I enjoyed being passed by trucks. I would move to the left lane of the interstate, and let them pass on the right. The truckers didn't really like that until they looked down to see Kim in a tank top and her farmer jeans, showing some cleavage and a lot of fine leg. She'd get a honk almost every time. We laughed, and I teased her about flashing, but she was too shy to try it. I was actually grateful for that.

We held hands a lot, and sometimes I would just hold her leg, her hand rubbing the back of mine. I missed the bench seat of my parents' car, where Kim could sit beside me, but Bug wasn't so bad. We were mostly quiet, but occupied that space where two lovers can be, not needing to talk. It was, in fact, a really romantic drive.

We made it to Duke mid-afternoon, well in time to sign in and get registered for our dorm rooms. We were in adjacent buildings on the East Campus, where they sequestered freshmen. We decided to move Kim in first. She went ahead while I found a place to park among the other move-ins. I gathered up the first load and climbed the stairs to her second floor room. The door was closed. I sort of knocked with my arms full.

The door was opened by one of the most gorgeous women I had ever seen. About 5'4", she had jet black hair that came to the middle of her back, and pale, pale grey eyes. Being as tall as I am, I would never have thought of someone that short as statuesque, but she was. An incredible, slim, tight body, wearing a tight tank top and jeans that hugged every curve. Pedicured toes with bright red toe polish. I had to admit, I was out of breath, and not from climbing the stairs.

"You must be Dave," she said, and smiled a smile that could melt metal. "Come on in. Kim's got that side of the room. Squatter's rights -- I was here first." She walked across the room, and I suspected she had smiled at herself and melted her body. I couldn't believe the sinuous, sexy way she moved. Dancer. She gestured to Kim's bed.

"Kim's in the bathroom. Come on, let's get the next load." She walked (people call that walking?) past me and out the door. I dumped the load I was carrying on the bed and hurried to catch up.

"You're Cindy?" I said fumblingly. "From Bethesda? Kim's told me a little about you."

"She told me a little about you, too," she said, cutting me another melting smile. "She's happy you're here."

"Me, too."

"Have you guys been dating long?"

"I took her to Homecoming last year for our first date."

"And you've been together since?"

"Yeah."

"She's an All-American?"

"Yeah. And twice All-State."

"Pretty impressive. You must like it that she's so tall." I was, after all, 6'6" to Kim's 6 feet.

"Pretty nice. But I can't say I have much to compare it to."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, she's pretty much the only girl I've ever dated."

"No, really? You?"

I blushed. "I'm pretty shy."

"But, the only?"

"Yeah."

"Are you ever curious?"

"About what?"

"What it's like to be with other girls? Maybe someone not as tall?"

"Yeah, I've thought about it. But, well, Kim's pretty special."

Kim caught up with us, and with two loads apiece the three of us were able to get all Kim's stuff into her room. Next, we found my room, and the caravan continued. Word spread of the quality of my pack mules, and there was literally a line of guys in the hall watching us walk past with the bags and boxes I had brought. We met Brian, my roomie, who on first impression was one of the nicest guys I had ever met.

"I've got money from my folks," I said. "Can I buy everybody dinner?"

Brian had made other plans, so I was left escorting two lovely women by myself. Recommendations from locals sent us to a little place, candle-lit, with reputedly good pasta.

We had a pleasant supper getting to know each other. Cindy was charming, and her eyes unnerving when she turned them on me. I guess I had never seen the combination of black hair, a good suntan, and pale, pale eyes. Incredible. Sexy. Her tight tank top showed some nice cleavage. Kim noticed my distraction, I think, and was unusually quiet.

Back in her room, I said early good-nights to the two ladies, and got a perfunctory hug. She came with me to the hallway.

"Is everything OK?" I asked.

"Do you like my roommate?"

"Yeah, I think she's nice."

"I kept seeing you stare at her chest." Caught.

"I'm sorry," I said. "But think of it as window shopping: Look, But Don't Touch."

"I don't want her to steal you."

I laughed a deep laugh. "No danger. I would want to be stolen, which would mean that I no longer love you, and that won't happen in this lifetime, or any future lifetime."

The hug was better, but still not as mind-bending as they usually were. A perfunctory smooch. I chalked it up to fatigue and a little anxiety about the whole college experience.

I took an hour to unpack and organize my stuff, chatting and getting to know Brian. Son of a farmer, he lived on 1,500 acres of corn in western Iowa. His high school graduating class was 32, 24 of whom had married each other already. So far, he had resisted matrimony with his girlfriend. This was his first time outside of Iowa, except for trips to nearby Omaha, Nebraska. He was pretty mellow about it, and eager to experience the wider world. He wanted to become a veterinarian, and had gotten a full academic ride to Duke, majoring in Biology. We got along great.

"So, which one is your girlfriend?" he asked.

"Kim, the blonde," I said. "But you knew that."

"I knew that, but I saw how close Cindy stayed to you the entire time you were here. Coulda fooled me about which one was which."

I hadn't noticed. Wouldn't have noticed. My radar isn't tuned to things like that.

"Nah. I just met Cindy taking Kim's stuff up to her room."

"She wants you to fuck her."

I laughed. "I'll bet."




Slightly, Once Ch. 07



"Mark my words. She wants in your pants. Horny as a heifer, as we say on the farm."

"Not gonna happen."

"Are you and Kim that tight?"

"Yeah, we are. She's incredibly special."

"Well, son, I think you're about to be tested."

I fell asleep with a guilty fantasy of sliding my fucktube up Cindy's hot snatch from behind, grabbing hands full of her delightful, tight dancer's ass. My cock was incredibly hard, and I struggled to keep from beating off. This was not good.

Kim and I didn't see much of each other in the following days. Freshman orientation, buying books, Kim's informal workouts with the team, and team meals. I was getting to know the guys on my floor, and learning my way around campus. I had to navigate parking permits and residents' lots. Plenty of paperwork for the scholarship, which somehow I hadn't completed beforehand.

When classes started a few days later, we got even busier. I liked my classes, especially the freshman writing class. I found that I liked to write. I felt I was going to crumble under the amount of reading and homework. But I liked it.

When Kim and I did see each other, it was after Kim's workouts, when I got to practice my massage skills. I'd sit on her bed, and she would lie on her tummy and put her legs in my lap. I would work her leg muscles, feeling their tightness, and rub and dig fingers in ways I thought would feel good. I apparently was gaining skill, and was rewarded with sighs, moans and soft sounds.

Cindy was usually there, either reading on her bed or at her desk. I found that I could read and massage at the same time. Kim would read or copy lecture notes. Usually, however, she could do homework for a while, but then I would feel her legs go dead, and I would find her sound asleep. Basketball was grueling.

"I wish I had someone to massage my legs," Cindy ventured one night after Kim had fallen asleep. "Dance rehearsals are killers, too."

Kim didn't budge. "I suppose I could try it," I said uncertainly.

"Would you?" She said quietly, but brightly, "I just drool watching you work on Kim's legs." She bounced from her chair to the bed. "Come on! Let's try!"

I gently disengaged the long legs on my lap, and slipped out of bed to join Cindy. She lay on her stomach and stretched her legs across my lap, a pillow under her tummy, pert ass seeming to offer itself to me. Tight chocolate brown shorts. Quite the package.

I gingerly started to massage her calves, reveling in the soft skin and firm muscle. Cindy moaned and wriggled a little. Tough to take, fellow guys, when an ass that fine wiggles inches from your hands. I resisted a prurient urge to squeeze those cheeks. 

"Harder," she said. I dug in, and gave her the full treatment. Lower calves, working higher, the backs of her knees, and then up to her thighs. Her thighs were really tight, and I spent a long time working on them. Lower thighs, moving to upper thighs. As I moved up even higher, she spread her legs to give me better access. She encouraged me with soft, approving sounds. Spread legs. She couldn't see me gaze longingly at her snatch. I was working her inner thighs, inches away from heaven. I caught a musky smell, and was immediately hard. No, that's not true. I had been hard for almost the entire time.

"You're turning me into Jello," she said contentedly.

"That's the whole idea," I said, proud about the compliment.

"You can do this to me anytime," she said.

"I should go into business massaging pretty girls' legs," I said.

She rolled over and looked back at me. "Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Of course," I said, all of a sudden a little nervous. "I think you're, well, beautiful."

"What do you like best?" She said, clearly amused.

"About you? I think your eyes are incredible. I've always been an eye man, I guess. I love Kim's eyes. I love how blue they are, and how expressive they are. I can always tell what she's feeling by the look in her eyes."

She sat up and moved in close. "What do you see in my eyes?" she asked, and the world balanced on the head of a pin. I was holding my breath. Her eyes were very, very close. Very, very alluring. Almost as close as our lips. I felt her breath on my lips. Warm, inviting. This was not good.

" I don't know," I said, and it seemed a fog lifted. Sanity restored, or maybe not. "I don't know you well enough yet, to read what is in your eyes."

"Well," she said. "I'm patient. Sort of."

I bid her good night, threw a blanket over Kim, and beat a hasty retreat. It felt like a narrow escape.

Brian was in good humor when I told him about it. "You could have fucked her right there with Kim in the room. I know it. You at least could have gotten a mouthful of tit and a blowjob."

I didn't want that, though. I was loyal to Kim, and still deeply in love with her. But Cindy did evoke a lustful response in me. I fell asleep with another fantasy about her -- wrists tied to the bed above her, with me fucking her senseless, a lusty look in those incredible grey eyes. My erection was so powerful it hurt.

On the other hand, it was almost like Kim had a line of guys following her. She clearly captured the hearts of many, many young men on campus. She was always laughing and charming, but untouchable, which I think made it worse for her cadre. She was a little embarrassed by it all.

We had basically no private time. I was unwilling to ask Brian to leave, and apparently Kim felt the same, since evenings were usually studying and massaging with Cindy there, which was fine, basically, but frustrating. Sometimes I would massage Cindy's legs, too.

One night, while working on the front of one leg, with Cindy on her back, her other one moved and her foot rubbed my crotch. I was instantly erect, and she felt it. Again, not true, dammit. I was already hard, having my hands all over her lovely legs.

"Mmm." She purred, and those eyes looked straight at me. "So I do have an effect on you."

I was embarrassed. "Cindy, please stop,"

"But you seem to like it." She teased.

"That's not the point."

"I think it's precisely the point." She sat up and pressed close, her lovely breasts poking my arm. "You must be frustrated by now. You come here and massage Kim, and she falls asleep. I'll bet you're really horny, and this would seem to prove it." Her hand rested on my bulge, and I had to admit that it felt good. Really good. Her eyes were inches from mine and they were huge, grey, and smoldering. I felt her breath on my lips. Not good.

Kim stirred, and Cindy's hand came away. I jumped up, hastily covered Kim with the blanket, mumbled good-by and went out the door.

Cindy caught me in the hallway, a hand on my shoulder. I turned and she reached up on tippy-toes to wrap her arms around my neck.

"Dave, I want you. More than anything. Take me outside, we'll find some bushes to hide in, and I'll love you like you've never been loved."

I considered that carefully, given that she didn't know the details of my love life. But if she was right, 'like never before' would really be something. Fantasies leapt to mind. I felt her body press -- firm breasts, tummy against my bulge, thighs. My hands were still at my sides. While they had not responded, she could clearly feel my rock-hardness, and rubbed her tummy against it.

"You want this," she said, with incredible sexiness in her voice. "I can tell. He wants it." One hand went between us and squeezed. My knees felt weak.

Gaining at least a minimum of control, I removed her hand. "I won't deny that you are beautiful, sweet, and incredibly sexy," I said. "And I mean that. But my heart belongs to your roommate, and so no matter how much fun you and I would have, I won't betray her trust." I took her head and kissed the top of it. "But thank you. You flatter me. No other girl except Kim has ever shown me this much attention."

Cindy looked disappointed, and a little hurt. "Other girls are idiots," she said. "You're the only one to ever get away from me...so far," She turned and moved...Cindy didn't walk, she moved. An urge to run up behind her and rip off her tight shorts was tough to resist, but I did. Barely. She disappeared into their room, door closing quietly.

Brian guffawed. "You're going to fuck her! I know it! And son, she is going to take you for a RIDE!"

I felt awful. And not a little conflicted.

Kim was struggling with basketball. "They're so fast! And quick!" She said of her teammates. "I feel like I'm always a step late. They're also so smart, and have such a good court sense. And so physical! I get knocked on my butt at least twice a practice. I feel like a big, goofy beginner."

There was little I could say. Basketball at this level was beyond my expertise. There had been a time when I could offer suggestions, but no longer. I did have a thought.

"Have you gotten to know any of the guys on the men's team?" I said. "I wonder if any of them would be willing to work with you?" It seemed to me that the men played at a level even above the women, and some pointers might help. And men played differently from women, so a guy might have insights that one of her coaches might not have.

"That's brilliant!" Kim cried, and I earned a hug. "I know just the guy! I'll ask him tomorrow."

So, if a six-foot, gorgeous blonde asked if you'd spend a little time gong one-on-one, would you say no? Kim immediately had a tutor/coach. As tired as they both were after their practices, they'd spend about a half-hour a day working out. He taught her better ways to set picks, roll, move off picks to get free, block out for rebounds, contest the physicality, and more. While these things sound basic, there's an entirely different level at which they can be learned and used. This guy, a possible All-American, on one of the best teams in the country, was ideal. Kim made great strides, and her mood lightened, if her fatigue wasn't lessened. 

I was at her room, chatting with Cindy waiting for her one evening just before supper. It was always felt dangerous being alone with Cindy, but she hadn't tried to come on to me since that once. I think she had given up.

Kim burst in the door, crying hysterically.

"Kim, what's wrong?" I was immediately panicked. I had never seen her this way. I moved to take her in my arms, but she pushed me away.

"Don't touch me!" She screamed.

Panic really set in now. Cindy took her by the hands. "Calm down, sweetie! What happened?"

Kim cried and sniffed and burst out in tears again.

"Come on," Cindy said softly. "Tell us what's going on."

"It's Trey," Her tutor. "He had different ideas about what we were doing."

"What do you mean, different ideas?" I said.

"Well, he thought that by approaching him for help, I was coming on to him, which wasn't it at all. He finally got frustrated today."

Now I was getting mad. "What do you mean, frustrated? What happened?"

"He, he tried to take advantage of me," Kim fell into sobbing.

"You mean, he tried to rape you?" I said, now furious.

"I guess so," she said.

"What did he do?" Asked Cindy.

"He followed me into the locker room. He pressed me up against the lockers and started kissing me. When I fought, he grabbed my wrists and held them against the lockers while he kissed my neck. He was so strong! I couldn't fight free!"

"Is there more?" asked Cindy. "It will help to talk about it."

"He took both my hands above my head in one of his, and felt my breasts with the other one. He went up under my shirt and under my bra. Then he stuck his hand down my shorts and into my panties. Oh, God! I couldn't fight him! Then, he pulled down his shorts and took his cock out of his jockstrap. It was hard, and huge."

Cindy squirmed. I think she liked it. I, on the other hand, was almost out of control with fury.

"Is there more?" Cindy asked.

"He stroked his cock, and told me I was going to get what I deserved for teasing him all this time. I didn't tease him! Never! He reached for my shorts to pull them down. That's when I let him have it."

"Let him have it?" My turn to ask a question.

"I kneed him in the nuts with everything I had," Kim said, with unbelievable intensity.

"And what happened?" Cindy asked. For my part, I felt his pain, even though I hated the motherfucker.

"I left him on the floor holding himself," Kim said, with not a little grim satisfaction.

"You've got to report it. He ought to go to jail," I said.

"No, I can't," she said.

"Why not? He tried to rape you!"

"Because he's who he is. The guys on the team are untouchable, and he's more untouchable than just about anyone else." Kim sighed a resigned sigh. "That's just the way things work. But after that knee, I don't think he'll bother me, and he won't tell anyone either."

"Why not?" I asked.

"Think he wants everyone to know he got decked by a girl? Then everyone would start asking why, and he'd look like a jerk. No, it's over."

We all looked at each other, dumbly.

"Kim, what do you need right now?" I asked.

"I need a shower, and to be left alone."

"I'm worried about you," I said, stinging a little from the rejection. Cindy saw it.

"Come on, Dave," said Cindy, taking my hand. "Let's go get dinner, and give Kim some space. Is it OK if I take your boyfriend out to dinner in the dining hall? Pretty fancy!"

Kim laughed as she wiped tears from her face. "Sure. But no poaching!"

Cindy and I left for the dining hall. Duke had pretty good food, for college. Most of the time we could actually tell what we were eating. Not tonight, though. Mystery Meat lived up to its reputation for inscrutability. We ate and talked about Kim.

"It's going to take her a long time to get over this," she asserted.

"What can I do to help?" 

"Just don't push things," Cindy said. "You've got to let her come to you in her own time."

"Her own time?" I said. "We haven't had our own time since school started, much less her having her own time."

"You're feeling pretty lonely, aren't you," She took my hand under the table.

"Yeah, I guess so," I admitted. "The summer was so wonderful, when we had so much time together."

"Did you make love a lot?" Cindy's eyes were afire, and she moved closer.

"We did," I admitted, never thinking that I would discuss anything like this with anyone. But Cindy made me feel so comfortable.

"Did you enjoy it? Was it as wonderful as you had fantasized?"

"That, and more."

She squirmed in the seat, and took my hand with both of hers.

"Tell me about the best fuck you two ever had."

"Wow. I'd have to think about that," I paused, as many wonderful memories passed through my brain. "You know, I can't think of any one time that stands out more than another. Sometimes we were gentle, and I love that. Sometimes we were...energetic, and I love that. Basically, I love her, and love to make love to her." I was hard, just with the memories.

"I wish someone felt that way about me," Cindy said. "It sounds so beautiful. I just love to fuck hard, and really throw my body into it. I know my body and know how to use it. But I've never been in love with anyone. Never felt that way. I've never made love. I've just fucked. I would give anything to feel love, and feel loved by someone like you."

I wandered off into fantasyland. She brought me back. My jeans were really uncomfortable. Tight in the crotch area, if you know what I mean.

"Kim has told me a lot about you. Pillow talk, you know. She has loved you more than you know."

"Past tense?" I noticed.

"This has been a real trauma," Cindy said, knowingly. "She may get over it, and she may not. If she doesn't, you can't expect things to be as they were."

"What can I do?"

"Let's take a walk," she said, tugging at my hands.

"In a minute," I said, blushing.

"Why?" She asked.

"I, uh, need to settle down."

My problem occurred to her. "Do you have a boner?" she giggled.

I nodded, slightly, once. She moved in close and whispered in my ear. "I fantasize about your boner. Sometimes at night I finger myself, dreaming that it's you on top of me fucking me. I've had some of the best orgasms ever imagining what it's like to have your cock inside me. It takes everything I have to keep quiet and not wake Kim when I cum."

Now, this was quite an admission. And it sure didn't do anything to fix my aroused state. On the contrary...

"I imagine you sucking my breasts, licking my tummy, and eating my pussy. I imagine you licking my clit and having me explode in your mouth. I clamp my legs around your head and won't let go. You make me cum many times. Then, I go down on you and suck you. I can taste your cock, taste your skin and your sweat. I can't control myself, and I swallow you. I lick the underside. I tickle you with my tongue. Then I take your cock and rub my nipples on it. It makes my nipples hard right now just to think about it. Rub my nipples on your cock and bring you to the edge, it feels so good. Then, I suck you as hard as I can, stroking you with my lips. Finally, I feel it rise and you shoot in my mouth. I take it all and swallow it. Then, feeling you still hard, I climb up and put you inside me. We ride each other, fucking like rabbits. Your cock feels so delicious filling me up. Then I feel you take me by the waist and jam me down and fill me full of your cum." Those grey eyes. Close enough to feel her breath on my lips.

"You can go like that, can't you?" She asked. "You don't need to slow down between times, do you? I can tell." She nodded, knowingly.

I nodded, slightly, once. I was losing and I knew it, and the timing couldn't be worse. God damned testosterone. Cindy was gorgeous, and there was no longer any question that she would be a terrific lay. Fantasies of drilling her with my dick took over. I was sorely tempted to take her in my arms right there and ram my tongue down her throat, just for starters.

The cloud I was in raised just enough for me to see Kim enter the dining hall. Saved by the Belle. I called to her and she came over. Cindy's eyes flashed, but she let go of my hands instantly and said nothing.

Kim took the chair next to mine, and threw her hands around my neck, hugging me tight. "Oh, Dave, I'm so sorry!"

"For what?" I asked, bewildered.

"For before," she burst into tears. "I pushed you away! I actually, physically pushed the love of my life away from me! I'm so sorry, Dave! Will you forgive me?"

I hugged her tight, fully realizing what I had almost just done. Tears ran down my cheeks. "Of course, my love. There's nothing to forgive." I felt Cindy's finger trace a line down my back, out of Kim's sight.

"Can we find a private place?" Kim said, those eyes regaining a little of their brightness. "I need to ravish you."

Well, I was in a pickle. Two incredibly hot babes wanting to wear out my joystick. What to do? Simple. One I loved with all my heart. The other I wanted to just fuck silly. No comparison. Love won.

Then, for some reason, I thought of my roomie. I had an idea. I was about to do him the favor of his life.

Oh, and just so you know, we did find a private place. I was ravished to within an inch of my life. Well no, not really. More to the point, we gently made love with all the tenderness we could muster, given that we were under a big bush in the dark. Kim needed to restore some faith in males by my being tender and loving. She needed to feel safe in my arms, and feel my love expressed with my body. I needed to show love for the woman I nearly betrayed in her time of greatest need. I needed to atone for almost committing an unforgivable sin. I was back on an even keel. Ravished, in a manner of speaking. A form of mutual therapy. I loved every minute of it. When we returned to our rooms, we looked like something the cat dragged in. First Cindy laughed at us. 

Then Brian laughed at me. "Well," he said. "You look Well-Fucked. Are you? Who with?"




Slightly, Once Ch. 07



"We need to talk," I said. "I have an offer you can't refuse."

*

Whew. That was close, but I'm too tied to happy endings, and got rotten feedback on another story when I wrote an alternative version that fantasized going a different way! More of Kim and Dave on the way.



Slightly, Once Ch. 08



Our hero is human after all, it seems, but only barely. Let's see if he can be saved from the clutches of the Evil Room Mate. Well, maybe she's not really evil, but only a profound threat. Keep those comments coming -- I appreciate them.

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Brian laughed at me. "Well," he said. "You look Well-Fucked. Are you? Which one?"

"We need to talk," I said. "I have an offer you can't refuse."

"OK. What's up?"

I gave him the 30-second version of Kim's almost-rape, and a slightly shorter version of my almost-fucking of Cindy. He laughed.

"I told you you'd be tested. She must be quite the package."

"Brian, I need help," I said, with desperation. "I don't know that I can hold out if she comes at me again."

"So, fuck her," His answer was simple. "She wants it bad, you think she would be a killer fuck. So fuck her."

"I can't do that to Kim."

"So what am I supposed to do about it?"

"I want to set up a double date. Kim and me, Cindy and you."

Now Brian really laughed. "You think she'd have the least interest in me?"

"I don't know. How big is your dick?"

He stood and hitched up his pants, sniffed, and wiped the underside of his nose with the back of his hand. "Well," he said in an exaggerated drawl. "At the County Fair, Ah'm known fer entering the three-legged race all by mah self!"

"Good enough," I said, hoping that he wasn't exaggerating too much, and that this crazy idea would work.

It was an easy argument to make to Kim. In fact, she loved the idea. "Cindy's been lonely, I know. She's appreciated the time she's spent with you as a friend. But secretly, I think she's horny." Little did Kim know.

We set a date for a Saturday afternoon when neither Kim nor Cindy had practice or rehearsal. The three of them decided we needed to go bowling. I didn't need to go bowling, but I needed to be a good sport.

I bowled a 29. 29. Not possible, you say? Oh, yes it is. I proved it. But more importantly, we all had a good time, and Brian and Cindy seemed to hit it off.

After bowling, we went out for a pizza, and had lots of laughs. Many were at my expense, being the expert bowler I had just demonstrated that I was. During dinner, I noticed Cindy and Brian holding hands under the table. I was starting to feel optimistic.

After dinner, Cindy suggested that she and Brian take a walk. It was after dark on a warm fall night in Durham. Brian readily agreed.

"Don't wait up for us!" Cindy said. Brian momentarily looked stunned, but recovered to take her arm and lead her away.

"Could I interest you in some recreational activity in my room?" I said, nose to nose with the woman I loved.

Our noses being too far apart, she closed the gap and kissed me tenderly. "You certainly could!"

Once in my room, after I had put on some soft music, we were almost instantly a tangle of naked legs and arms on my bed. Chances like this were few and far between, and our pent-up sexuality ignited and burned brightly. Tongues, fingers, hands explored. Nipples were erected and sucked, pussy eaten, cock licked, sucked, and swallowed. The preliminaries were long, exciting, and delightful.

"Make love to me, Dave," Kim said, looking up at me as my penis just barely penetrated her. Not even my entire head was inserted. "Love me tenderly, and sweetly tonight, please. I need to know you love me." Her eyes shone. Mine misted as I filled with love for this girl. This woman.

Her pristine body lay below me, as I pushed up on straight arms. I gazed at the perfect breasts, the wonderful, slim tummy with just the hint of ab muscles showing, of the flare to slim hips, trimmed pubic hair, and pussy lips where my cock was poised. The long legs wrapped around me.

"I am always happy to make love to my woman any way she wants, any time she wants," And with that, looking into her eyes, I pushed forward and entered her. She gasped, closed her eyes, and took me by the butt to pull me in all the way.

"Make me your woman, Dave," she said. "I love you more than I can say."

"Then show me, my love. Show me your love."

And that's what we did. Slowly, with great tenderness, we rocked the evening away, giving each other our love, showing each other with our bodies, without words. Lovemaking like that is just the best. Unhurried, fully in-the-moment, where you seem to be outside of time, at one with the universe and each other. 

I admit to being a huge fan of the missionary position. I love to feel legs wrapped around me, feel hands running up and down my back, feel hands pulling at my butt, elevate to look at the body beneath me, see my cock move in and out, feel ankles hook behind my knees, feel only genitals touching, and control that sensation, feel body melt into body from head to toe, hold on tight with arms around the back, put arms straight down to grab ass cheeks to help thrust, feel legs spread wide to take a pounding, which, in the missionary position, is easy and fun to give, feel in complete control when an orgasm approaches, and to give seed and love from above, controlling depth of penetration at the time of release. In short, missionary fucking is the best. 

There was no pounding tonight. Not even fucking. Just slow, luxurious, erotic, sensitive lovemaking. As I approached climax, I wanted to look at her; see her respond to taking my sperm. But I would make no demands on her. And so we came. I watched her arch a little and climax with me as she felt my penis expand and explode, as she felt my hot seed fill her. She was so beautiful. As I contracted over and over, I whispered my love for her over and over, looking at her sweet face and her wonderful body. I filled with love as I filled her with cum. A tear formed. She saw, wiped it with a thumb, and pulled me down close in a melt-all-the-way hug. I was still spurting. She gave a shudder as her climax peaked, but she didn't let go.

Brian was embarrassed when he barged in the door later to find two probably naked people asleep in my bed under the covers.

"Oh, sorry!" He said. He started to back out.

"It's OK," I said. "As long as we can stay under the covers."

Then I took a good look at him. I nudged Kim "Take a look at what the cat dragged in."

Kim looked, and we both laughed.

"I'm going to take a shower," He mumbled. "Be presentable when I get back." Grabbing his towel from the rack behind the door, he took a pair of shorts and a shirt, and slammed the door behind him.

We giggled almost uncontrollably. "Well," I said. "I think you'll find that your roommate got some relief."

"Yes," she said. "And I am relieved that it wasn't with you."

"With me?"

"Dave, girls talk," she said, in a lecturing tone. "And we're observant. Why do you think I was so excited about your idea of fixing those two up? First of all, Cindy confessed what she tried to do, and how it almost worked. Second, you were obviously hiding something. You are so transparent."

"I feel terrible," I said. "I almost betrayed your every trust."

"Yes. Almost," But she moved in to kiss me. "Then, when the chips were down and everything was at stake, you held true, even when I was behaving so badly." She kissed me again, blue eyes misty. "You really do love me, don't you?"

"I'm sorry if I ever give you any reason to doubt it. Kim, it was really hard to find the words, but I finally did, and I practice them as much as I can. But know this: words aside, the feeling is there. Deeper, richer, and more beautiful than I ever imagined love being. And it's all for you."

"And what about Cindy?" She was teasing now.

"You're teasing me. But I'll be honest. No one but you has ever shown me any interest, until she did. And you have to admit that she is quite the package. Hair, face, body, and those eyes. To have that come at you full-force, like she did to me, is really hard to resist. But in the end, it was the little head trying to talk the big head into caring only about satisfying a hormone rush. Fortunately, the big head won out."

"But it wasn't easy," she said, looking at me closely.

"In the moment, no," I said. "But tell me, when Trey pulled out his cock, and had you helpless against the wall, tell me that you weren't the least little bit excited." I looked at her closely in return. "Be honest."

She looked away, thoughtful. "In the moment, I felt really betrayed and violated. I was in a total rage. But if truth be known, I was a little excited. But only the tiniest bit."

I moved in close. "Does that mean I should tie you up next time?"

"Mmm. Maybe. When is next time?"

"I don't know," I moaned. But then brightened. "If this is going as well as I think it is, our roomies will be as eager to have privacy as we are! I hadn't thought of that!"

"I had," she said simply, and with complete one-upmanship. "Walk me home."

We walked home, and I left her at the entrance to the dorm with a final hug and kiss. 

"Are you mad at Cindy?"

"For trying to steal you? How can I be mad at her having such good taste in men?"

"Really?"

"A little bit, but Brian, I think, will help that. She won't be a threat any longer."

"She never was a threat."

"Excuse me, fair prince, but you came inches away from screwing her."

"Well, never a long-term threat."

"Only a one-night-stand threat? You would have felt guilty in the morning?"

"I can see I'm not going to win this one. Just remember, I didn't."

"I remember," My nose got smooched. "Good night, my love."

"And remember, too, that she has good taste in men who taste good!" I turned and skipped away, for effect.

When I got back, Brian was asleep, snoring softly. I didn't wake him to get the details. It could wait.

"ROOMIE!" I rustled him in the morning.

"Oh, God," he moaned. "I feel like I've got a hangover!"

"Hangover! I've got to hear about this! Come on! Tell me over breakfast!"

Brian dragged himself out of bed, and threw on shorts and a dirty T-shirt. We shuffled off to the dining hall for breakfast.

My plate of eggs, bacon, potatoes, and toast outmatched his bowl of oatmeal.

"So, roomie, tell all!" I said with enthusiasm. "You looked totally done-in last night." 

"I was."

"And?"

"I was nearly fucked to death."

"Really? Details."

"We went for a walk. You know that big bush behind this building? She took me in underneath it and raped me."

Oh, yes, I knew that particular bush better than he thought. Playing dumb: "Under a bush? She fucked you under a bush?"

"Yeah," a smile crept in. "Dave, she was unbelievable! You don't know what you missed."

I may not have known what I missed, but I knew what I had.

"And?"

"Well, here's the thing. I like her. I think I really like her. She's sweet, and smart, and funny."

"And she loves to ride your stick."

"And she loves to ride my stick."

"Well, I'll get the report from Kim."

"Dave? Thanks. Even if it was a 29."

"Brian, thank you for saving me from her."

He grinned. "My pleasure."

"Apparently."

I met up with Kim for lunch. She was giddy. "Cindy is smitten with your roommate!"

"Seems the feeling is mutual. Brian's pretty taken with her. Beyond the fact that she almost killed him."

"Almost killed him?"

"He claims she almost fucked him to death."

Kim giggled. "From what I heard, he held his own."

"Really? I didn't hear that version."

"Well, from the secret report I got, your roomie wields a mighty stick."

"Huh?"

"He is, apparently, huge." We looked at each other for a second, and broke into gales of laughter.

"I had no idea."

"But here's the neat thing. She's completely smitten with him. She really, really likes him."

"So he's not just a fuck machine with a huge member?"

"No. She thinks he's sweet, smart, funny, and innocent. Dave, this girl's been around, and apparently screwed anything that moved in Bethesda. But she's falling hard, I think. She's showing the signs."

"Who would have thought? I figured they'd fuck once and get it over with, and I could relax. I never figured they'd really link up. But aren't we getting ahead of ourselves? It was only one afternoon of bowling and a pizza."

"Maybe. But we only needed the Homecoming dance." Kim looked wistful, remembering when we first went out, and first kissed.

"True, but it took a little longer for us to fall in love," I reminded her.

"Took you, maybe," she corrected me. "I knew you were a good catch from the moment I kissed you. Like this!" Taking my chin in her hands, she planted one on me. We smiled.

"Well, what we have put together, let us keep from going asunder. All meet for supper tonight?" I asked.

"Good idea. They need to see role models."

"Us? Scary thought."

"Am I so terrifying?" She asked. Careful, Dave.

"Sometimes."

"When?"

"When you're on top of me, and you get that certain look in your eyes. I know then that the only thing to do is hang on tight and go along for the ride, hoping that I survive."

"You mean that you get scared that I'm going to fuck you to death?"

"You never know. Sometimes it's a close thing."

Kim smiled. "Good to know, my love. I think you just made my day. See you at 6. I'll have the Vixen in tow."

I just shook my head as I watched her walk away. It made her happy to think she was that good in the sack? And she told me I was always surprising her.

At dinner, I was glad to realize that Brian ate left-handed, because Cindy was clearly not letting go of his right one while they ate. Fortunately, Food Service had concocted a one-armed meal. Mystery Stew Glop needed no knife. It might have been best eaten from a trough. The conversation was light, and we laughed a lot. Sunday night. Homework. Kim had had a fairly light practice, so less in need of a leg massage.

"Can you come over anyway? We can study together," Kim asked.

"Why don't you come to our room," Brian said, looking at Cindy.

"Great idea!" Cindy positively beamed.

"Ground rules," I said. "Everybody home by midnight?"

"Agreed!" The three said in unison.

"I just don't want anyone walking in at inopportune moments," I said.

"Good idea," said Cindy, as she looked at Brian. I wondered if he would survive two nights in a row. 

I gathered books and soon knocked on Kim's door.

"It's open."

I came in to find Kim under the covers of her bed, blanket pulled up to her chin.

"Play before work! Get in here."

Off came the T-shirt. Down went the shorts and Jockeys. My pole stuck out straight.

"Wait! Bring that over here," Kim said. I walked to the edge of the bed. She went up on an elbow, and found herself at the perfect height to take me down her throat, which she did, grasping the base of my shaft. "Should I terrify you?" she looked up at me, wickedly.

"How 'bout I terrify you?"

"Betcha can't!"

"Bet I can!"

"What's the bet?"

"T or B."

"T or B?"

"Top or bottom. Winner chooses."

Kim looked at me. "And just how does either one of those constitute losing?"

I shrugged. And grinned.

She gave me One Of Those Looks. "You're on!"

"Stand up!" Kim got out of bed and stood before me, naked.

"Turn around." She turned her delightful backside to me.

One hand on her waist, I pushed in the middle of her back, bending her at the waist. She steadied herself with her hands on the bed. I immediately moved in and mounted her from behind. Both hands went to her waist, and within a few strokes I was pounding her. The sound of my flesh smacking her flesh filled the room as we fucked. She got into it, and fucked me back, matching rhythm.

Her hot pussy felt so good to me. Holding her as we made love felt so good. Hearing her moan and sigh sounded so good. She jammed back against me and shuddered as an orgasm took her. I held still for only a moment, then resumed the pounding.

Slim back before me, hair hanging down. Lovely slim ass. She was so beautiful. So fuckable. So lovable. I watched as my cock pistoned in and out.

She went over the top again, harder than before. This time I didn't stop.

"Oh, God! David! Please! Stop for a second!" Kim panted. "Stop!"

"Are you terrified?"

"Yes! Yes! Stop, please! You win!"

I stopped, buried to the hilt. "So, I get to choose!"

"Yes! You win!"

I pulled her up so I could nuzzle her chin, my member still warm inside. I could hold her breasts and finger her clit. I could run my hands up her sides and just enjoy the feel of her skin. So nice.

"I choose B," I said assertively. "And Kim? Slowly, tenderly, lovingly."

Her smile lit up the room. "With pleasure!"

"That, too."

We crawled into bed and she climbed atop me. I pulled the covers up over her as she guided me into her warmth. She then tenderly, calmly, gently fucked my lights out. How anyone could make love so intensely, with such grace, beauty, and quiet passion is beyond me. She covered me with kisses, melted hr body into mine, pressed every inch of her flesh to my flesh. Her hair was so silky and soft, her skin so smooth and velvety. She did all the work, as my hardness slid in and out. She would hold me in, and then withdraw me until only my helmet penetrated. Then teasing without teasing, she would rotate her hips round and round just the end of me and torture me with her lovemaking. She would look at me and smile while she did this, enjoying my discomfort-which-was-ecstasy, enjoying the control she had over my pleasure. This was all for me. It was physical without seeming so, passionate without exhaustion. You know how someone who's really expert at something makes it look effortless? That's how Kim made it look. I was being expertly fucked. It was transcendently joyous. Every cell of my body tingled as I lay on my back accepting the offering of pure love she gave me with her body. It was excruciating. It was incredible. It was like nothing, ever. 

"Kim. I need to fill you with my love," I said, that familiar feeling welling up. It was going to be a big one. I took her breasts in my hands and held them, squeezing her nipples. I kissed each of them, lightly nipping them with teeth. I settled back, holding them, and looked at her beautiful face.

"Yes. Dave, give me every bit," Kim looked at me, eyes soft and full. I went past the point of no return. She saw it in me, smiled, and ground me into her all the way. I felt my semen rise, felt it come every inch up from my balls, and out through my shaft. Every inch of travel, until it burst forth into my beloved lady. She felt it in her, and her eyes went wide, mouth forming a silent "Oh" as my essence bathed her insides. My climax brought her own, clamping down on me with her pussy muscles, having full-body shudders, squeezing me with her legs, and pulling me to her with a frenzy of passionate kisses, her tongue plunging into my mouth, where I sucked it and nipped it and caressed it with my own. Now it was for her, too. We were outside of time. The world quieted as our spirits became one, as our bodies had become one. There was no sound anywhere on the planet. All was still.

Hemingway wrote in "For Whom the Bell Tolls" that the earth moves during lovemaking only three times in a lifetime. Maybe. I noticed the stillness that wrapped itself around Kim and me so often when we made love. We would be cocooned from the universe, in a place where only we two existed. There was nothing but our two bodies, entwined, and the love that welded us together.

She snuggled into my neck. I held her tight. We slowly came back to earth.

"That was the most beautiful thing I've ever experienced," I said. "That was beyond wonderful."

She looked at me with heavy lidded eyes and nodded, slightly, once. I interrupted her wan smile with my lips, just as softly as I could manage. "I love you more than you know."

"No, Dave," she shook her head this time, slightly, just once. "If I love you that much, too, then I do know."

I chuckled. "You're always right."




Slightly, Once Ch. 08



"But I did lose the bet."

"Lucky for me. What if I had chosen top?"

"Then you would have done the same to me. I know that."

"I might have tried, but I don't think I'm capable of making love that beautifully."

Her turn to laugh softly. "That's not up to you to judge."

I held her tight.

"Homework." I prodded.

"Do you know how hard it is to concentrate at the moment?"

"I know exactly how hard. But we must."

"OK."

We dressed, and studied, reading side-by-side propped against the wall on her bed. At precisely midnight, Cindy knocked and carefully checked before coming in. We waved from the bed. She closed the door and leaned up against it. She looked totally exhausted. There was an uncomfortable silence, then Kim and I burst out laughing. Cindy turned deep crimson, dropped her head, but had a huge smile.

"Did you get any studying done?" Kim asked sternly.

Cindy turned deeper crimson and shook her head, giggling.

"Is my roommate still alive?" I asked. That made Kim laugh out loud and punch me in the arm.

Cindy giggled. "I think so. He walked me home."

"But not for lack of trying?" Kim suggested.

"I wouldn't kill him!" Cindy protested. "I'd have to find someone new, and this one is just getting broken in!"

My jaw dropped, that she would say that in front of me. "Well," I said, gathering up my books. "Gotta go tell my roomie that he's sorta like a wild horse, being broken in and all. He'll like that, as a farmer."

"Just tell him she thinks he's a bucking bronco," Kim suggested.

"'Bucking' bronco?" I double-checked. "With a 'B'?"

We all laughed. I kissed Kim's forehead and left.

"Hey, stud!" I said, coming into the room and seeing Brian reading in bed. "I'm under orders to compare you to a bucking bronco."

He looked up. "With a 'B'?"

*

A good place to pause. We may need more trouble. Thanks for reading.



Slightly, Once Ch. 09



Cindy crisis solved, apparently, thanks to Brian. More trouble ahead, though. Big time. Maybe. This ended up longer than I'd planned, so I split it almost exactly in half. Part 10 will finish the series.

North Carolina was always a big game for Duke's Lady Blue Devils. Practically-same-town rivals, this contest had been an especially tough one. Four Duke starters had fouled out on their home court, but the bench had kept them close. Now, during a time-out, Duke's coach set up the play for the last five seconds. Duke ball at half court. 59-58 North Carolina. Kim was in the game. As a freshman, she hadn't had much court time during the season so far, but foul trouble had Duke deep into their bench at the end. She was at power forward. Ginny Adamson, Duke's star shooting guard, and only remaining starter, was sure to get the final attempt.

The buzzer sounded and the teams took the floor. The referee handed the ball to Duke's point guard and blew her whistle. Inbounded, finally, to Ginny, who barely got free to receive the pass 30 feet from the hoop. She was immediately triple-teamed. Improvising with a lightning-fast pass, Ginny found Kim wide open underneath. North Carolina had bet that they could leave the freshman alone. Kim took the ball up for an easy basket. As the ball came out of the net the buzzer sounded. Game over. Duke wins by one. Kim was mobbed by teammates, and found Ginny to hug. The capacity crowd went crazy. Even the North Carolina fans cheered. Love-struck mushball that I was, I remembered a similar last-second shot she had missed in the high school state finals, and shed a tear. I was so happy for her I could have burst. Mushball.

Kim got permission for me join the team for the post-game meal at a local restaurant. The energy level was just short of a food fight, even with the mental and physical exhaustion of a rough, close game. This was my first time with the whole team. I hadn't realized I was in for a hazing. I was teased mercilessly, as was Kim. But it was all good-natured, with smiles and light laughter. Lots of requests for me to massage legs, looking to see if they could kindle jealousy in Kim. Instead, she gave exaggerated rave reviews and recommendations about how good I was with my hands. Shrieks and whistles, and questions about my talents with other body parts. Women can be just as crude as us guys, it seems. Relentlessly interrogated about how we planned to celebrate Kim's winning the game, Kim just smiled. I blushed, or rather, continued blushing. We kept mum. They all laughed.

Kim towed me back to her room by the hand. I could barely keep up. We burst through the door and Cindy jumped in surprise.

"Kim! I heard! It's so exciting!"

"Out," said Kim curtly. "Dave, call Brian and tell him he has a guest for the night. Cindy, you have thirty seconds to get your stuff and get out of here."

I dialed the phone on the wall. Cindy scampered to collect books, a change of clothes, and a toothbrush. At 29 seconds Kim almost slammed the door on Cindy's butt as she left.

Kim stood in the middle of the room, stock still, arms at her sides, looking at me.

"Remember when you said that sometimes you feared that I might fuck you to death?" Her voice was quiet and even. She looked fierce. I'd never seen her look fierce.

I nodded, slightly, once. She had taken it as a compliment

"Start worrying." She moved and in a flash stripped my clothes off and flung them aside.

She pointed. "Bed. In it. Now." Fierce. I jumped and slid under the covers.

Kim, to my great surprise, then started a slow, sexy striptease. Humming her own soundtrack, off came her sweatshirt, revealing a gray Duke T-shirt, all with sensuous moves and hip action. That came off leaving a white bra. Sweatpants came off leaving white panties, with more suggestive motions of the hips. At that point, she couldn't hold it any more and burst into giggles. She jumped onto the bed and covered my face with kisses, laughing all the time, hugging me tight. The act was over.

"Can you believe it! I won the game! I didn't choke and miss! We won!" She laughed and hugged me tighter. I hugged back and laughed with her. Straddling me, she reached behind and released her bra. As it came off, I spent a moment thanking the universe for the grace and perfection of her body.

"You have to do anything I want," she said casually as she took her panties off. "I'm in the mood for a celebration, and you're going to give it to me." Pulling down the covers, she climbed in and assumed our favorite cuddle position. "I'm the star for the night, and I deserve to get what I want. And what I want is a lot of you," She paused. "Thank you for being so nice at dinner. That must have been awful."

"First," I said, stroking her back using the arm she was nestled into. "It was fine at dinner. It was all good-natured teasing. You've won their hearts, too, or else they wouldn't have treated us the way they did. They were sweet. I actually enjoyed it, seeing it for what it was. Second, you are my star every night, and so are entitled to, and deserve, whatever you desire. Third, I'm proud of you, excited for you, and love you with all my heart."

She snugged in closer, with an affectionate hug. "I'm so lucky to have you. You're just the best a girl could ever hope for." She moved up so that she could kiss me. A tender kiss, light brushing of lips.

"And so," I said. "What does my beautiful lady desire?"

"She would like it if her man would please kiss every square inch of her body."

"May I pay special attention to certain parts?"

"Yes, please. But no need to hurry. I want to lavish in the luxury of your lips all over me."

"'Lavish in the luxury of my lips...' You've been practicing that line, haven't you?"

She giggled. "Well, it sort of came to me at dinner, and I remembered it."

"Well, then, let me ravish you lavishly."

I started by ravishing her lips, slowly at first, but building intensity with my lips and tongue. Naked bodies entwined, we touched from head to toe. I never tired of kissing Kim. I could do it for days. She always had such a fresh taste, such soft lips, and such a welcoming tongue. She could kiss lightly as a hummingbird, and as passionately as, well, as I could, to be sure. And loving this little girl as much as I did, that amounted to a lot of passion at times. I liked it when kissing her I could feel her smile -- that slight tension across her lips. I could run my fingers through her long, silky blonde hair as we kissed. I could hold her close when I kissed her, and feel her warm body against mine. Kissing was just the best.

And even better when I kissed all the other bits. To which I now attended.

I kissed her cheek, then her chin, then neck. For the next hour, it was a leisurely tour as I worked my lips all over her. Down her neck to her shoulder, down her chest to slowly, tenderly kiss every square inch of her breasts, saving nipples, by that time fully erect, until last. After plenty of attention to them, I worked my way down her delicious tummy. I made her laugh when I tongued her belly button. But it was a wonderful belly button, in the middle of a spectacular tummy, and I liked it very much. It deserved to be tongued and loved. 

Bypassing a certain prize, I worked my way down her long, long legs, alternating my kisses and licks. I kissed her feet, tongued the bottoms of them, and even sucked her toes, which made her giggle. Rolling her on her stomach, I kissed my way slowly up the backs of her legs, paying special attention to the backs of her knees, and enjoying very much kissing and nipping the backs of her thighs. I spent time sloppily kissing her butt, which made her laugh out loud. I love that special place where butt meets legs, a slight curve of the thigh leading to a fold of skin, less so with Kim's taut, dynamite ass. Well worth spending time caressing with one's tongue, one leg at a time. This was so much fun. I was glad humans were made with two legs. Double the pleasure.

Up her back was next, which I combined with a backrub. That was met with appreciative sighs and little noises. Lots of slow, languorous licks up the spine, with alternately firm and soft hands kneading the muscles on either side. Moving her hair out of the way, I finally got back to her neck, and lavished kisses all over it. I moved to the side, and rolled her to look at me.

"There's one place I haven't been yet," I said.

She nodded, slightly, once. I rolled her on her back and climbed between her legs. I started kissing her chin, and slowly moved down. Once again, I paused and spent time with each lovely breast, kneading and kissing and sucking. Gentle pinches. Each was a perfect handful, firm and beautiful. They deserved my love, too. And I gave it.

On down, dragging my tongue down her belly. It was time. I lifted her legs and put them on my shoulders. Before me was the prize. I began with gentle, light flicks of my tongue on her labia. She jumped. I don't think she quite expected that. My licks became longer, firmer. Her musky smell filled my nostrils, and her taste covered my tongue. I held her hips, and then stretched arms up to take her breasts. She moaned and bucked. I stuck my tongue between her lips and licked the insides. I took my time and ate her as sweetly as I could. She seemed to love it, going off into some place far away, but still enjoying the feelings of my mouth on her pussy. I flattened my tongue and put it directly on her clit. She shuddered, returning to this moment, and held my head to her.

I looked up. "More?"

She nodded. "Yes, please!"

Obliging, I went to work again, licking, flicking kissing her delightful pussy. She clamped her legs around my head. I took her hips and pulled her onto my mouth. Her moans and cries filled the room, her exquisite body writhing sinuously. She was so wet. She shuddered and came hard, arching off the bed.

"Oh, Dave, that's so good! That's just what I need! Oh, God! It's wonderful!"

"More?" I asked.

She shook her head. "I don't think I can take any more right now. Come to me." Arms outstretched.

I moved up between her legs. My penis was poised at her entrance. It touched her lips. She felt it.

"Yes. Now," she breathed. I moved forward and entered her. I lay still, filling her.

She wrapped her arms around me and held me tight. "I love you so much." I nuzzled and kissed her neck, tickled by her long hair, still a little damp from her post-game shower.

"What would you like?" I whispered. "Hard? Gentle? Fast? Slow?"

"Yes."

"Yes?"

"All of the above."

"At the same time? I'm not sure I know how to do that."

"Then surprise me." She moved her hips, slowly and tenderly. I took the hint. We made love for a long time. It was so nice, full of affection and caring. Long strokes, met with slow hips. We held each other tight and tried to melt our bodies together. It went on and on. 

Then, she stopped. I looked at her.

"Time for something different," she said, with a spark in her eye. She held me tight, and rolled.

Rolled right off the bed. 

Fortunately, for her at least, I landed on the bottom. Her knees took a little beating, but I quickly found that I was pinned underneath a beautiful blonde, astraddle me, with hands on my chest.

"My turn." And she started what casual observers could have characterized as rape. She pulled her feet up so she was squatting on me, rising and falling. I tried to respond by bucking back.

"No," she said. "Lie still. Let me do this." I held her breasts. "Yes! Do that! Squeeze my nipples." I did, and she threw back her head and redoubled her motion. She rose and fell in a hard fuck. It was amazing. She was amazing. So amazing that I didn't even think about cumming.

"Yes! Yes! Squeeze them! I'm so close!" I twisted them, hard, and she slammed down on me and cried out, lifted, slammed, and cried out again. Lifted, slammed, and collapsed on top of me.

"Wow," she said, looking at me with heavy-lidded eyes. "That was intense."

Without pause, she rolled us over. When six feet of athlete decides to roll, you roll. Now I was on top. 

"Your turn." 

I started stroking. "Faster." I did. "Faster." I did. "Harder." I did. "Fuck me!" I did. We did.

She bucked against me and we fucked away on the floor. I put her ankles on my shoulders and probed her deep with my cock. She liked that. Lying lower on her, I could almost have wrapped her legs behind her head. It tilted her pussy, and I slammed away as she wanted. She begged for more, and I gave her all that I had. Up in pushup position, back straight, on my toes, I pounded away, my balls slapping her butt every time I bottomed out. 

I came so quickly I couldn't control it. My dick shot my load before I could realize it and stop thrusting. I caught up and sank as deep as I could, spurting and spurting. Kim moaned and grabbed my cheeks, pulling me in and thrusting against my contractions, her climax making her hips shudder.

We came down and lay still. "Whew!" She said. "Exactly what I wanted."

"Good," I said. "I'm glad you liked it."

"Mmm," she purred. "And you?"

"Beyond wonderful," I said into her eyes. "But it has been wonderful every time, every way, since Christmas." That had been our first time, last year on Christmas Eve.

Her eyes misted. "You are so special to me, David. I'm so happy that I fell in love with you."

"Me too. I'm a little chilly. Here." I pulled the blanket off her bed and put it over us.

"We're not done, are we?" She asked.

"We're done for a little while. You wore him out."

She touched and stroked him gently. He was limp. If he had been able to pant, he would have. "Poor guy. I hope he's better soon."

"I suspect he'll recover."

"Good. I want more." Her eyes were on fire. How did she do that?

"I'm worried,"

"You should be. This may be to the death."

"What a way to go. The ultimate sacrifice."

"Let's have a nap." 

I pulled pillows off her bed, and we settled in on the floor. I think we were asleep within a minute.

About two hours later, I awoke to Kim stirring. "Ow! This floor is hard." So, I noticed, was I.

"How about we retreat to the bed," she said. "It's way more comfortable than the floor." Not to mention the rugs burns I now felt on my knees and elbows. They hurt! 

She threw the blanket off, and made to climb over me. The sight of her lithe form crawling across me was more than any mortal could bear. Certainly more than I could. As she got to the edge of the bed and made to climb in it, I leapt and caught her, hands grabbing her hips as she was on all fours. I saw that the bed was just the right height, and shoved her forward, putting her torso on the mattress, legs against the side of the bed, and delightful butt pointed at me.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Not being done," I said. Moving forward, I sank into her. She was still wet from our first encounter.

"Ooo. That's nice," she cooed.

Well, it seems that the usual thing from behind is to fuck hard and fast. I decided to take it the other way and be gentle and slow. Long, tender strokes. A little teasing, backing out to where only my tip was in contact, then slowly sinking in all the way. Trying to think of what would please her. Rotating my hips with my cock embedded. All the time holding her hips, feeling the soft skin and firm muscle. She had -- have I mentioned it before? -- a killer ass. I looked at it lovingly as I fucked her.

"David?" she asked.

"Yes?"

"Have you ever thought about..." She hesitated.

"Thought about what?" I had no idea where this was going.

"Have you ever thought about doing me...in my butt?"

I stopped. As a matter of fact, I had, but dismissed it. No interest. I suppose there's that old thing -- don't knock it 'til you try it -- but it just didn't appeal to me. I said as much.

She was a little relieved, I think. "I've been curious, I must admit, but I don't crave it."

I was a little relieved, too. "Then, may I continue this way?"

She wriggled her butt against me. "Yes, please." She was spread-eagled on the bed, hair all over the place, arms out to her sides. I resumed my tender lovemaking. We went on for a very, very long time. When I finally came, it wasn't explosive. I tried to be as tender and soft as I could, slowly entering her for one last time, and then relaxing and letting go. She felt me, and it took her over the top, and her gentle climax matched my own. Complete lovemaking, to the end.

I disengaged. "Let's to bed, my sweet!" I said, summoning my worst pseudo-Shakespeare. We crawled in under the sheets and I retrieved the pillows and blanket from the floor, spreading it over us. Once again, we were almost instantly fast asleep.

Morning light. I awoke, and out of need, slipped out of bed to go to the bathroom. When I returned, I saw blue eyes looking at me, covers pulled up to the nose.

"You have clothes on," she observed.

"I didn't think it was a good idea to go to the bathroom down the hall buck nekkid," I said.

"Think it's a good idea to have them on now?"

"I don't know. What do you think?"

She shook her head, slightly, once. I took the hint, and doffing garments, climbed under the covers.

She looked at me. "Last night was for me. This morning is for you."

"After all, I'm still alive."

"Yes, and I have to do something about that." Pulling the covers down, she wasted no time taking me in her mouth. I wasn't even hard...for about the first fifteen seconds.

I succumbed to an all-out attack. A partial night's sleep had restored her energy, and her ministrations on my penis were passionate. I watched, fascinated and full of love. It was pure giving, using lips and tongue to perfection. She would rub her nipples on my underside, which was an incredible feeling. Long licks the length of my penis. Long strokes of each nipple from base to head. Taking me all the way down her throat. I wasn't going to last.

"Kim , this isn't going to take long."

She came up, breathing hard. "Good! I like the idea that I can bring you off quickly."

"Should I warn you?" About cumming, I meant.

"Um um," she said with a mouthful of cock. I thought it meant no.

She bobbed, she licked. She did that thing where her mouth took my head while firm thumb and index finger stroked the length of my shaft. That felt incredible, and she knew it.

Continuing to stroke me in that way, she moved up and buried her tongue in my ear. Instantly I was covered with goose bumps and fired my load, arching and moaning and groaning as a fountain of cum shot skyward. Her strokes slowed, but didn't quit until I begged her -- my dick was so sensitive I wanted to scream. I was a little surprised that the ear thing worked on me, too, having done it to her. But I wasn't complaining.

"Stop! Please Kim! Stop! It's so sensitive! You're driving me crazy!"

She was smiling at me while she stroked. "Is it the end? Are you dying?"

"Maybe!"

"And I didn't even need to fuck you to kill you. Weakling." False bravado.

"I can see the headlines: 'Hoops Star Murders Boyfriend with Killer Blowjob.'"

"Too bad there wouldn't be any pictures at the trial." She giggled.

"We can do that next time."

We laughed. We kissed. We got up, showered, and went to breakfast.

The Alumni Formal was a mandatory event for the women's basketball team. To my delight, Kim asked me to escort her. She was thrilled with the idea of buying a formal dress. I decided to rent tails. Shopping was fun. Kim was like a little girl, trying on dresses. She was so excited. I had to be there as fashion consultant. She was disappointed that she wouldn't surprise me as she had on our first date, to the Homecoming dance our senior year, but shopping turned out to be a wonderfully intimate experience. She made her selection -- a pale yellow, backless, floor-length dress that wrapped up top, with a deep-V halter neckline tied behind the neck. The long skirt was pleated and flowing. When she spun it billowed out in a sleek "A." Of course, she looked fantastic in it.




Slightly, Once Ch. 09



Kim disappeared into her room with Cindy at noon the day of the dance. I was to get lost. So I did, reading and writing a paper. No rest for the diligent student.

I showered, shaved, and donned my monkey suit. Brian approved. "Pretty studly, roomie. You'll have those old alumni broads cranked!"

I arrived at Kim's door at precisely the appointed hour, with an orchid. Answering my knock, Cindy peeked out the door. "Hi, Dave," she said excitedly. "OO! Look at you! I think she's ready." She looked back in the room, smiled at me, and opened the door.

Every last bit of air was sucked out of me. My lady stood there in the pale dress, adorned with the necklace and earrings I had given her, and high white heels. Cindy had done her hair in tight ringlets. They hung down, framed her face, and spilled down her back. I think Cindy had also done makeup. Kim usually didn't wear any, but tonight she had thin eyeliner that set off her blue eyes, a trace of eye shadow, and a trace of blush. Pale lip gloss completed the understated, elegant look. She was absolutely, incredibly, supremely beautiful. She shone. She glowed. She was my date.

I goggled while she giggled. She twirled and the dress swirled, as did her long ringlets. "You like?"

"I...like," I stumbled. "Like doesn't seem to cover it. Kim, I am stunned."

"Thanks to Cindy," Kim said. "She's the makeup artist and hair stylist."

"Thank you, Cindy," I said. "I never believed that my girl could look any better than she does every day. But this is..." I couldn't finish the thought. I clumsily pinned the orchid on, thereby earning a bright smile and a kiss on the cheek. She wiped the gloss off me with a thumb, and Cindy repaired the damage to her lips.

"Run along children," Cindy took us by the arms and shoved us towards the door. "Can't keep the rich alumni waiting!"

On the short walk over, Kim talked about the briefing she had gotten from Ginny, the team's star. "This whole thing is designed to get the alums to open their checkbooks. The cheerleaders will be there, and all the women athletes. We're supposed to dance with the men. Ginny says to expect my butt to be bruised from the pinches, but we're not supposed to let them get away with anything."

"Feels like a sort of prostitution," I said, a little uncomfortable.

"Maybe, but it could be worse," Kim said. "Ginny says that at Southern Cal they have alumni bikini parties with the cheerleaders! Imagine all these old, fat guys in bathing suits being served drinks by little cupcakes in bikinis."

"Yeah, while I love you in a bikini, I more than adore you as you are right now."

"Thank you. And might I say that you, sir, look extremely handsome! Don't let any rich alumni wife get any ideas!" She hugged my arm.

While I'd like to say that the room fell silent when Kim entered, that's a little overdramatic, and not true. Many heads did turn, however, as a stunning six-foot blonde swept into the room on the arm of a six-foot-six geek. We mingled over hors-d'oeuvres and for us, soda water. Then it was dinner. A well-catered affair with assigned seats, we were at a table of alums and their wives. Kim charmed them all, men and women. Most were basketball fans, and recognized Kim as the heroine of the North Carolina game. Kim was sweet, mostly expressing relief that she had been ready for the pass and not dropped it out of surprise. It was a lively conversation over good food. The adults were nice to us, and I think they could sense we were in love. I didn't do anything infantile like try to hold her hand under the table. Pretty proud of myself for acting like a grownup.

A respectable amount of time after the tables had been cleared, a band struck up. I barely saw Kim the rest of the night. She twirled and swirled with alum after alum, always smiling, laughing, and heart-breakingly charming. We had one dance together mid-way through.

"Whew!' she breathed, happy to snuggle into me for a slow dance. "This is like running laps! No rest!"

"You're the belle of the ball," I said. "I'm actually enjoying watching them line up to be your next partner. How's the butt?"

"No grabbing so far, but I've had four propositions to spend the night. And with these heels, I'm about six-three, so the short guys practically stick their noses in my cleavage when we dance."

"That's your substitute for a bruised butt. Any of the propositions sound good?"

"I haven't gotten one yet from the only man I want," She said, looking at me.

"Ah. Well. Ahem. Lovely Kim, you surpass adorable tonight, and I am honored to be your escort. Would you give me the distinct privilege of spending the night with me?"

"I most certainly would!" Her eyes shone, but she shrugged. "This is fun, but I'm just not really a party girl."

Our dance ended. Immediately some codger offered her his arm. He was short, and grinning. With the sweetest of smiles, Kim took it. I watched from afar the rest of the night, doing my part by dancing with old ladies. I did my best to be charming. But I didn't have Kim's charisma, by far. She really did glow that night. I could spot her from across the room.

I also danced with most of her teammates. That was fun, as they told me about how much they had grown to like Kim, how she would emerge as a team leader, and just how wonderful she was. No new news there, but it felt good to hear it. I stayed away from dancing with the cheerleaders. Kim would understand seeing me with her teammates. Maybe not so much with some cutie cheerleader.

It was late when I finally escorted her back to her room. We had failed to make prior arrangements, and Cindy was there, asleep. We tiptoed in, shed our clothes, and climbed into bed. Too exhausted to do anything anyway, we fell asleep. It had been quite a night.

When we awoke, Cindy was gone. 

"How are Cindy and Brian getting along?" I asked. "Brian doesn't say very much."

"Great, as far as I can tell," Kim said. She giggled. "She still can't get over how big he is. She's always talking about the size of his penis."

"I wouldn't know, but it must be a python."

"Apparently," Kim said. "Cindy says it satisfies her more than any other she's had."

"From what you've said, that's saying something."

"Yeah," Kim said, and she was far away.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing."

"Don't 'oh, nothing' me. There's something. What?"

"Well," Kim said. "Uh, never mind."

"That's like forgetting the punch line of a joke. Tell me."

"Well, it's just that...well, I'm curious."

"Curious?"

"Yeah, about what it would feel like."

"What what would feel like?"

"To try to do one that big."

I was stunned. "You're really curious?"

She nodded, slightly, once. "Ever since Trey tried to rape me, I've been curious. His was so big, and Cindy says such incredible things that, well, I'm curious."

"If you want to be that way, remember that I came very close to having your roommate. I can be curious, too."

"I know."

"So."

"So?"

"Where are we? How serious are you?"

"I don't know. I love you, love making love to you, but you're the only one I've had, and I admit to being curious."

"Do you want me to ask Brian if he'll take you out? I know he thinks the world of you."

She averted her gaze. "I really don't know. I'm sure Cindy would still jump your bones in an instant. Do you want me to ask?"

"I don't know. Let's think about it today and overnight. This isn't something to decide quickly."

The day was torture. All I could think about was Kim's willingness to consider infidelity. Except for when I was fantasizing about sex with Cindy. Well, I guess it was an even match.

We didn't see each other that night, nor most of the following day. Kim made arrangements for Cindy to visit Brian that night, so we could talk.

"The way I see it," Kim said. "It's a test. Can our relationship survive a one-night-stand with someone else? If it can, that's great. If it can't, then it was never meant to last."

I wasn't so sure about the logic behind that. Words like "trust" entered my mind. But it seemed Kim had decided. "You want to do this, don't you?"

A long pause. "Yes."

Another long pause. "And I get a date with Cindy?"

"Fair's fair."

Another long pause. "OK. I'll talk to Brian, somehow."

"I'll talk to Cindy."

We cuddled in without sex, and slept.

Uh oh. Big trouble. Can This Relationship Be Saved? Part Ten will tell us, but it doesn't look good for the Home Team. Nothing like a cliffhanger. But, after all this, do you really think I could...?



Slightly, Once Ch. 10



I don't usually recommend reading prior chapters, but you might feel a little lost if you haven't, in this case. In fact, the history is pretty important to "getting" what's about to take place. Who knows? You might enjoy them. But I'm not going to spend precious words on that tedious working-in of prior information: who everybody is, how great the girls look, blah blah blah. None of that. Do your own research. OK. When we left off, our beloved heroine Kim had expressed curiosity about sampling roomie Brian's enormous tool, based on roomie Cindy's prurient testimony. Hero Dave reluctantly, or maybe not so reluctantly agreed, in trade for a night with the delicious Cindy. Dave and Kim have just agreed to this devil's bargain in Kim's room, cuddled together in bed. We pick up with a little overlap. Pay attention.

"The way I see it," Kim said. "It's a test. Can our relationship survive a one-night-stand with someone else? If it can, that's great. If it can't, then it was never meant to last."

I wasn't so sure about the logic behind that. Words like "trust" entered my mind. But it seemed Kim had decided. "You want to do this, don't you?"

A long pause. "Yes."

Another long pause. "And I get a date with Cindy?"

"Fair's fair."

Another long pause. "OK. I'll talk to Brian, somehow."

"I'll talk to Cindy."

We cuddled in without sex, and slept. But not well.

To Dave's surprise, and a little hurt, if truth were known, Brian liked the idea and accepted enthusiastically. So did Cindy, Kim reported. Dave was deeply conflicted, but was, maybe, starting to look forward to it. He wasn't exactly sure how Kim felt, except that she wanted to go through with it. Was she eager? 

The four made a date, and Brian and Dave took their exchanged women out to dinner, choreographed to different places. Afterwards, Kim and Brian would return to Brian's room, Cindy and Dave to hers. While they had fun at the restaurants, the sexual tension was ratcheted off the scale. They practically ran back to campus. Eager, apparently, all around.

Brian and Kim arrived back at his room, and closing the door, Kim pressed him up against it and firmly planted her lips on his. Brian responded wholeheartedly. He reversed them, pinning Kim against the door, and kissed her while running his hands up and down her body. She whimpered and pulled him tight. She could feel his hardness pressed against her. They were about the same height, so his dick was right at crotch level. He rubbed it against her and she moaned. Their tongues tangled, with rising heat.

For Kim, it was primal. She had thought about this moment, having Brian and his enormous cock wanting her, using her body for their pleasure. She had fantasized about lying back, butt pressed into his bed, legs spread wide and inviting, to take his hard penis deep within her. Feeling its size fill her up, feeling the friction as it massaged her vagina. Feeling the ridge of its big head inside her. Feeling his weight pressing her into the mattress, feeling his strong shoulders with her arms. Reaching down and feeling his butt rise and fall while he fucked her. And she would fuck him, really fuck him, with her entire body and spirit. She fantasized rocking her hips to stimulate him, hands grabbing him and pulling him deeper. She thought that it was about giving, surrendering, and taking. Giving her body to a man completely, surrendering herself totally to his most basic need, taking his cock and using it to light a fire within her that would spread from her cunt to every part of her body. Her cunt. She usually didn't like that crude word. But she did tonight. Cunt.

She would feel him stroke, feel his huge dick fill her, and empty, fill and empty. The momentary joy of being completely filled, the brief despair when he withdrew, and the quick anticipation of being filled again. A rapid see-sawing of emotions with the powerful see-sawing of his stiff, gigantic prick. She would hear his grunts, feel his hot breath on her neck as he put his full weight upon her. She would feel his hips rub her inner thighs as they moved, skin upon skin. She would feel the backs of his knees with her ankles, feel his butt with her feet, feel his waist with her legs as she wrapped high around him. Feel her nipples against his chest, feel his trim belly against hers. Feel his whiskers chafe her face and, she knew, her inner thighs. 

And she would feel his sweet cock filling her, stroking, stimulating, rubbing, caressing, massaging, pounding. She would hold her legs out wide, in a posture of giving herself completely to him, total surrender, lying and taking that pounding joyfully. She would say his name in time with his thrusts. She would revel as he pushed up to look down at her body, to look at his erection slide between her lips, watch as she worked her body just for him; breasts jiggling, washboard abs clenching as she thrust her hips against him and squeezed him in her snatch. She wanted him to see her, love her, and screw her relentlessly. She wanted to make him lose control. Then she would beg him for more.

She imagined fucking him for a long time, feeling that delightful thing bring her to orgasm many, many times. Her orgasms would be celebrations of the mating rite, celebrations of sex. She would celebrate raw fucking at its animal best. Lying on her back, she would take delicious long thrusts of rigid meat from a prime example of pure maleness. And then she would finally feel what was already enormous swell even bigger, his purple helmet expanding to fill her already-full love canal. And then, taking him in all the way and clenching him to her, reaching, reaching towards him with her pelvis, she would feel him spasm along his entire long shaft as he emptied himself within her, giving her his essence, his precious fluid. She would accept his gift greedily, feeling it deposited so, so, so deep within her fertile place, using her vaginal muscles to squeeze and milk every last drop of his semen, his manhood, as she felt him contract to give it to her in his own ecstasy. His explosion would ignite her own, shooting jets of intense, fiery pleasure up her spine and throughout her body, emanating from that central place where they joined as one. Stars and galaxies would explode in her mind. She would focus her every nerve on the feeling of this man's penis giving her everything she wanted. It was an ancestral, ancient, instinctive impulse: to mate fully and joyfully with a male, which she craved with every fiber of her being.

I have always been the sweet girl next door, Kim thought. The All-American Girl. Tried to be charming, tried to be nice, tried to be what everybody wanted. Tonight is for me, though, she thought. Tonight I want to be a slut. Tonight I want to share my body, spread my legs wide and wantonly, take a hard cock and fuck it all night long. Tonight I want to feel completely vulnerable, to give my body to a man who will give me sex until I beg him for mercy. And I will take it all. And I won't beg for mercy. I'll beg for more, harder, faster. Tonight I want to feel completely fulfilled as a woman; completely used as a whore. Tonight I want to shed the old Kim and enter into a new one that does nothing but crave cock, and beg to be fucked again and again. Tonight I want to be a cum slut, just because that isn't who I've been, and because this is my one chance to redefine myself, if only for one night. And I choose to love and want sex with a big cock, as exciting as I can make it.

All this went through Kim's mind as she looked at him with eyes afire, and set about loosening his pants. He stepped back, and she peeled down his jeans and jockeys. His member bounced out and slapped her face as she knelt to take his pants down. She looked at it.

"Oh, my God! It's huge!" She took it in her hand. Even with her big hand, she could barely get her fingers around it. It had to be eleven inches long. "Cindy can fit all of this?" Brian looked at her, and nodded wordlessly.

"I have to taste it!" Kim pointed the big thing at her mouth, and opened wide. She could barely get the head past her lips. Brian's eyes closed in bliss, and he took her hair in his hands. 

Kim worked to get his cock into her mouth. It was hard to do, given its girth, but she was able to get more in. She sucked and started to stroke it with her lips. Brian moaned. He pulled her up and moved her to the bed. She sat, and he stood before her. She took him again, and sucked.

Meanwhile, Cindy and Dave arrived at her room. She closed the door and he stood there, a little nervous. She saw it and came to him, putting her arms around his shoulders. "You're nervous, aren't you?" She was so beautiful. So appealing. Dave was speechless. But he knew he wanted her. Wanted her badly. His desire was overcoming his shyness quickly. He felt himself rising.

He nodded, slightly, once.

"Don't be. I'll take good care of you." Her smile lit up the room.

He bent and kissed her, and found her lips and tongue unbelievably sexy. She snaked her tongue into his mouth and attacked. Her body went liquid and every curve pressed. Wow. What a first kiss.

She felt him as she pressed against him, and smiled. She looked at him. "How many times have you cum in one night?" Her torso rubbed him. He knew that she knew of his arousal.

He had to think. "Uh. Four maybe."

She looked at him steadily. "Now I know what it will take to set a new record." And she resumed kissing. She was on fire, and it was spreading.

"Do you want to me?" she asked, reaching between them to caress his prize.

"Very much."

"Then, let's get our clothes off." They did, and tumbled into Cindy's bed. Her body was incredible – a dancer's body with smooth lines, firm muscles, and soft skin. Pert breasts were neither too big nor too little, firm and jutting, with small aureoles and sweet nipples, pencil-sized and fully aroused. Skin pulled tight over strong abs, all the way down to trimmed pubic hair. Well-muscled legs without a trace of fat. It was all perfect, and perfectly fuckable. Dave ran his hands all over her delicious curves as he moved down. He put her legs on his shoulders, and started to eat her out, hands caressing her hips and tummy. Dave loved tummies. And she tasted so sweet.

"Oh, Dave, you're driving me crazy!" Her hands took his head and gently pulled. He rose and moved forward. Her ankles found the small of his back, and his penis slid inside her as if they had been doing it for years. No more preliminaries. They both wanted this. She gasped as she felt him enter; her hands grabbed his ass and pulled him in. She wasn't exactly tight, and she was very slippery inside. Nevertheless, the feeling was sublime.

Cindy could have considered Dave as just another of a long line of cocks she had fucked. She loved sex. Loved to feel a man on top of her. Loved to be filled with hard male meat. Loved to learn about how she could use her dancer's body to give a man, and herself, carnal pleasure. But this was different. While Kim didn't share the same explicit details as Cindy shared with her, she had positively glowed when she mentioned that she and Dave would sometimes make love. And when she used those words, they seemed to have an entirely different meaning than just a casual reference to the sex act. When Kim talked about making love with Dave, she meant love – full, whole-being love that consumed the heart as well as the genitals. 

Cindy had never felt that. Hers was a history of casual, if delicious, sex. But she had never had a man take her heart. Had never entwined with his body and felt him consume her in warmth. She took pride in how well she fucked. She knew her oral skills were as good as anyone's. She used an active imagination to dream ways of using her body as no one else. She had a reputation, to be sure, and she actually reveled in it. But love? That had been elusive. She cared about Brian. He was a nice guy. But mostly she craved his big dick. She had thought she was falling in love with him, but not so. She had fallen back into her pattern of wonderful, but emotionally empty sex with Brian. In fact, she could rarely get Dave out of her mind, even when Brian mounted her and she wrapped around him, and gave them what they both wanted. And she did want it. It might be emotionally barren, she thought, but a good fuck still feels great.

And now, here was Dave. Kim loved him, and went on and on about what a good man he was. Sensitive, caring, shy, modest. Incredibly supportive of her basketball. Very smart. Helpful. Encouraging, positive, and very affectionate. Her parents loved him, especially her mother. He had been her first, and only lover. She had even told her mother that they fucked! And her mom was OK with it, and even helped make opportunities! Cindy couldn't imagine that. Dave was devoted to Kim. Loyal, faithful, loving.

But she had him for the night. Cindy dreamt of having Dave fall in love with her, and loving him in return. Fantasized having feelings of love permeate their relationship, and filling their sex with overwhelming emotion, along with sublime physical pleasure. Stealing him from the tall blonde forever. Cindy knew, from their first interactions, when she had almost captured him, that he felt attracted to her. How to kindle his love?

At the same time, she had never dated anyone so tall. Dave, at 6'6" dwarfed her tiny 5'4" frame. She visualized him between her legs, his long body covering hers, pressing against her. She imagined his cock driving in and out, and her fucking him with all her talent and experience. She liked the image. She still loved sex, and looked forward eagerly to fucking him silly. But that wasn't love. She realized that as well as she knew how to fuck, she didn't know how to fall in love. She didn't know how to capture his heart, as well as his penis. The penis was the easy part. 

Hmm, she thought, we might as well start with a good fuck, and then see where it leads.

"Let's make the first one a quickie," she said. "I suspect you won't last, and I don't want you to hold anything back." He complied, and started pounding her pussy. He had a really good cock, she noticed. She settled in to feel it as it fucked her. Nice. This was a good fuck. Better than a good fuck. Her body started to tingle all over as he drove in and out. Time to put on a show.

Brian stood Kim up, and proceeded to strip her. Standing before him naked, he could only gaze in wonder. "You have the perfect body," he said.

"Take it," she said, "Take all of it."

Brian removed his shirt, and stepped out of his pants. He lifted Kim up and gently laid her on the bed. She spread her legs, and held the inside of her thighs open, beckoning him. Brian came on top of her and immediately started kissing and fondling her breasts. Kim squirmed and writhed in pleasure. He smelled the perfume she had put in her cleavage as his tongue delighted her. Her scent was irresistible.

Kim couldn't wait any longer. Her loins were on fire. She needed cock. "Now! Take me now!" Brian moved up, his massive, rock-hard tool poised between her pussy lips. She took him in her hand to guide him, but he needed no help. He wanted this, too. Badly. He had never been as hard. It felt like his penis was reaching out towards her, wanting to bury itself in her.

Kim felt it enter and stretch her as nothing ever had before. She gasped, and screamed. Brian stopped pushing.

"No! Keep going! Give it all to me!" Brian pushed forward, and more of his gigantic dick sank into Kim's pussy. She moaned and worked counter to him, to drive him deeper. Finally, he was all the way in.

"I don't believe how this feels!" Kim said. "I can't believe how you fill me up! It feels sooo good!" Brian pushed up to look down at Kim's body, and saw himself penetrating her. Liking what he saw, he moved a little, pulling out. Kim whimpered. "Put it back!" she cried.

Brian obliged, and started gently thrusting. Kim responded, pivoting her hips with his motion. Pretty soon, they were fucking hard. Brian's dick went to places Kim never knew she had. She had never felt so full, never imagined she could feel so full. She loved it. She showed it in the way she began to fuck him in earnest with that long, lithe body, those perfect, slim hips. Adjusted to his mammoth size, she felt free to move, and move she did, giving them the ride of their lives.

Dave was lasting longer than he expected the first time with Cindy. He was giving her a relentless pussy pounding, and enjoying every thrust. She became like molten metal, writhing and wrapping around him, pulling him to her and using her body as he had never imagined. Her heels caressed his back and legs as she moved in ways he never dreamt anyone could do during sex.

"I'm going to cum, Cindy!"

"Fuck me, David! I love your cock fucking me!" She meant it, too. She redoubled her motions, molten metal flowed, and Dave went over the top. She did, as well, and it was as if her pussy melted and formed itself around his spurting dick, clamping on it so hard he almost passed out.

"Oh, God, your cum is so hot inside me! I can feel you shoot! Oh, I love it!" She almost bucked them off the bed. Dave thought it was the fuck of a lifetime. They held each other tight, and regained their breath.

Cindy looked up at him with those pale grey eyes, face framed by tousled black hair. "Think," she said. "That was just for openers." Brian had said that she had tried to fuck him to death. Dave understood.

Cindy was pleased with herself. She was delighted to have had not just a good fuck, but a really fine one. She suspected that he had a short recovery time, and she longed to take advantage of that, to feel him fill her again soon. Five times wasn't unreachable. She almost salivated at the thought of how many times she would cum. But she wanted more than just another good fuck.

Kim had her legs spread wide, holding them apart, hands gripping knees as Brian pile-drove his huge dick into her. She grunted with every in-stroke. "I love your huge cock so much! Fuck me with your huge cock! Give me every inch! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Kim went over the top and screamed as her orgasm shook her. That took Brian to the end, and with a growl he buried his massive thing in her and exploded in a mind-bending ejaculation. Kim felt what seemed to be gallons of sperm bathe her vagina, and it extended her orgasm as she felt herself take all his fluid. Brian thrust in deep each contraction, grunting as his seed filled her. She pulled him tightly against her as they came. She completely surrendered to sex. She loved it. The room spun. Brian smelled the perfume behind her ears as the power of his climax shook him. Completely irresistible, the scent made him cum even harder.

Slowly, they came down, Kim showering Brian with little kisses. After a few minutes, she looked at him, running her fingers through his hair.

"That was the best I've ever had. But we're not done, you know."

Brian smiled. "I know. There's more where that came from." They cuddled in.

Cindy wriggled against Dave's still-hard penis. "Can you go again? One down, four to go." She smiled a smile that melted the edges of his heart. Her fingers ran through his hair. He was still very hard. She was very beautiful. And very sweet.

"I don't know, but it's worth a try."

Rolling them over, Cindy squatted on top. "You just need proper stimulation." Which she proceeded to give him, moving her slim hips on his cock, grinding him in all the way, withdrawing, grinding in. It was incredible, the way this girl could fuck.

And Cindy was enjoying fucking Dave. Really enjoying it. His cock felt good, and despite his relative inexperience, he knew how to use it. But the loneliness crept in. She wanted to feel love. She wanted to consume him in emotion, and feel consumed in turn. But how? Love had eluded her thus far, and especially in her sex life. She craved it, but wasn't sure how to get it. It almost hurt, deep in her chest, even as his wonderful cock filled her. Finally, she decided simply to ask.




Slightly, Once Ch. 10



She stopped and looked at him. "Dave, if we rolled over, would you make love to me the way you do to Kim? She has said that when you make love, slow and sweet, it's the best thing in the universe. I want to feel that. I want to feel you love me, not just fuck me. Will you do that?" 

How could he possibly resist eyes as incredible as those? "I would like that," He said. He gently rolled them over. "Put your ankles behind my knees." She did, and with that, he began a gentle rocking, slowly moving his cock in and out of her, trying to be as tender and loving as he knew how. Trying to forget how fuckable she was and think instead of how sweet she was, and how loving he could be to that sweetness. It worked.

Kim disengaged and got up on all fours. "Brian, can you do me from behind? I want to feel that monster of your sliding into me, and your balls slapping against me. Fuck me again! Please! Fuck me!"

Brian moved behind her, and guided his tool into her kneeling form. Again, Kim started as his girth stretched her pussy, but she soon accommodated his size.

"Oh God! That's wonderful! I love how your cock fills me up! Fuck me now! Fuck me!" She started moving back against him, fucking him. He responded and started thrusting. Soon he was pounding into her, and she was screaming. He pounded and pounded, nowhere close to his own climax. Kim was getting the fucking of her life, and she knew it. She wanted it. Her body was on fire, heat and electricity radiating from her vagina to every organ, every extremity, fogging her brain in an overload of sexual feeling, sexual pleasure, sexual ecstasy. Climax after climax coursed through her. This was what she had fantasized about. This is what she craved. This was what she was born for. This was being a fuck slut, and she loved it. She loved to fuck. Brian's stupendous cock was fucking her without mercy. But she wanted more.

"Stop for a second," she panted. Brian paused.

"Brian," she asked. "Would you fuck me in the ass?"

Brian looked a little startled. "Are you sure we can fit?"

"I don't know," she said. "But I want to try it with you. I've never done it before."

"Me, neither. I have some Vaseline," Brian said, getting up and retrieving a jar from his desk. "Let's use some of this."

"And before that," Kim said wickedly, "How about some saliva?" She took him in her mouth and sucked his hard cock. Brian loved it, head back and eyes closed, as he savored Kim's lips stroking along his shaft, her tongue playing with his enormous helmet. She gave him magnificent head, and loved giving every lick, seeing him at her mercy, seeing him find bliss in her efforts to please him. But she wanted more, and wanted it now.

"OK," she said. "Vaseline." She took the jar, and applied plenty to his tool with her fingers, an excuse to luxuriously stroke its length. Satisfied, she climbed in front of him, wiggling her butt on all fours. "Put it in me!"

Brian took his member and aimed it at her rose petal. He could see her tighten up in anticipation. "This is all about you relaxing," he said. "If you don't I'll never make it in, and I'll really hurt you." He was so hard in anticipation it hurt.

"OK," Kim said, and tried to relax. Brian's member entered her hole a little, and she flinched.

"Is it painful?" Brian asked.

"No, it will be OK," Kim said, tightly. Brian pushed, and more of his head penetrated. Kim squirmed and grimaced. Brian pushed a little more, and suddenly his head was past her sphincter. She felt relief, and full. "That's it!" she cried. "You're in!" Brian sank all the way, every inch of his big dick inside Kim's lithe, lovely body, shoved up her beautiful ass.

"Oh, yes, Brian," she said, "Now fuck me!"

Brian started with slow strokes. Long strokes, as Kim got used to him up her backside. "Harder! Faster!" she urged. "Give it all to me!" She bucked against him, and away they went. Brian pummeled her ass with his girth and length. Kim groaned in pleasure to feel him deep within her. She couldn't believe how his cock felt up her backside. It was a totally different, yet somehow familiar feeling. She gave herself to him. They fucked, they butt-fucked, they ass-fucked. Kim loved it. Tits pressed to the mattress (Tits. She never liked that word. Until tonight), she gave her virgin ass, surrendering it to his mighty attack, and took all of him, over and over, inside. It was unbelievable, the way his cock made her feel, made her explode. She felt depraved, getting fucked in the ass. She loved it. Loved every stroke of it.

It was too much for Brian. "Kim, here I cum!" And he flooded her rectum with sperm, his big nuts releasing another huge load. Kim groaned with every spasm, as she felt his hot cum wash her. She arched her back and jammed back against him, cumming with every sinew and fiber.

Still, she craved more.

Cindy gave as tenderly as she took. She could make her body do amazing things while impaled on an erection, and she gave Dave the full treatment. In turn, he tried to be as loving as he could be, given that her ministrations inclined him to want to fuck her hard. But he didn't. They made love. Sweet, sweet love. Cindy was in heaven. Dave pushed up to watch, but she wouldn't let him.

"I need to hold you close," she said, pulling him down. "This is so beautiful, I want to melt with you." And she practically did, their bodies pressed together, where every pore found its mate. He kissed her neck, and she found his lips and attacked him with her tongue, but quietly, sensuously, with a sexiness he had never felt. This woman could make love. It was hard to believe she had never done it this way.

Cindy found that she needed to relax. She was trying too hard. When she relaxed, and focused on the gentle movements of him inside her, feelings started to well up from her vagina and spread to her heart. She felt him giving so tenderly, she could feel his emotion moving from him into her. Could she feel that he was, in fact, beginning to love her, and to show that love, as pure love, with his body? She wanted to cry, but felt it would destroy the moment. For now, she would lie back and just take. Well, not quite lie back. The habits of her adolescence wouldn't be tamed that easily, and she had to use her body. But she tried just to feel the emotion that accompanied the physicality of their making love. It was like nothing she had ever experienced, and it was way better than sex.

In their slowness, gentleness, the intensity built. Several times, Cindy had little, lightning-fast orgasms. These would cause her to intensify her loving of his cock with her pussy, tightening around it and increasing the movements of her vagina against his shaft and head. It was an incredible feeling for both of them.

They rocked and rocked, quietly. Finally, Dave could feel himself start to rise.

"Cindy, I need to cum inside you."

She looked at him with those eyes. Those pale grey eyes. Those beautiful eyes. They were enough to make him cum all by themselves. "Yes, please, David. Give me your love. All of it. Make love to me, David."

He smiled. "Here. Let me try something." He slowed his pace. Now his cock entered and exited painfully slowly. She moaned and moved against him with the same, agonizing intensity. His cum rose. It traveled up from his balls. He softly attacked her ear, sticking his tongue deep within it and kissing her, moaning softly, and telling her he loved her. He felt her goose bumps against his skin. She hugged him tight and her climax flowed through her. His first contraction jetted sperm into her pussy as he pushed his cock in all the way. They melted together in a mutual orgasm like nothing either had ever experienced. They held each other and came and came and came some more, in a state of bliss new to each of them, and which they shared, together, as one.

Cindy's mind was completely blown. She had always felt in control at the time of climax. Felt that she could shape the experience while still feeling the bloom as it coursed through her body. But not this time. The thick quilt of emotion that covered her being with its warmth as she climaxed was beyond any control. The earth moved? No way. The universe shook. Cindy's world was taken to a new dimension entirely. She felt her heart melt into a runny, loving mass as she felt his fluid fill her. It had never even remotely done that before. As her climax rolled through her, as she merged with this man, she fell in love.

Brian and Kim lay entangled, exhausted after their rambunctious session. Kim spooned against him, holding his hand to her breast. She was content...for the moment. But she wasn't done, she thought to herself. This was already a night to remember, and she didn't want to waste it.

She dozed a little. Then, quietly, she stole out of bed while Brian slept, put on his shorts and T-shirt and went to the bathroom, coming back with a damp towel. As he slept, she cleaned off his flaccid penis. To her surprise and delight, it started to grow hard. Putting the towel aside, she decided that he needed to awaken to her lips. She moved down and took it in her mouth. It was so big! She was getting used to it, a little bit. She tried taking a little more...and a little more... Brian awoke and groaned appreciably, running his hand through her hair. Kim's competitive spirit was fully engaged. Bracing herself, she looked up at Brian. "If Linda Lovelace can do it, I can," Kim went down on Brian and took the first six inches, then, she kept working to take more...and more...and more. Finally, her nose was in his pubic hair, having swallowed all of his incredible length. She choked a little and came off. "I did it!" She declared. She did it again, and again, and set up long strokes of her mouth taking Brian down her throat. This was the kind of slut she wanted to be tonight, and she loved it.

"Kim," Brian said, breathless. "I can't take much more!"

"Then give it to me!" Kim said, and she sucked hungrily on his helmet, licking the length of his shaft, feeling his balls with her fingers. He went rigid, she took his huge helmet in her lips, and he watched while his mammoth tool twitched as he emptied himself into Kim's mouth. Try as she might, she couldn't take his entire load, and it dribbled out the sides of her mouth. That made her laugh. "Wow," she said. "Too much man for me!" But she thought: I did it! I'm a cum slut, with jism dripping down my face! She was secretly thrilled.

"No," Brian said, pulling her up to him and kissing her. "You're too much woman for me." She smiled and kissed him back. He didn't seem to mind the sperm all over her face, or the taste of it on her tongue. So, then, neither did she. This was just the best, she thought.

"I never knew sex could be like this. I never knew I would love a big cock like yours, and what you do to me with it. I never want this to end." She stripped off the shorts and shirt she'd borrowed, snuggled into his chest, and they lay together.

Cindy and Dave dozed after their tender lovemaking. They awoke after an hour or so. She looked at him with those killer eyes, but they had a new softness, and appeal, that he hadn't before seen. "Do you think we could make love again?" The two words rolled thickly off her tongue: Make Love. They had a rich new meaning for her. "Like the last time, with you loving me as beautifully as you did? That was just the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I want to feel your love again." The softness in those grey eyes melted Dave's heart. He was falling. He could feel himself giving his heart to her.

He nodded, slightly, once, and pulled her delightful form on top. He felt his dick rub the length of her pussy lips, getting harder. They rubbed that way for a while. He loved the feel of her wet lips gliding along the length of his cock. Feelings swelled his heart. Cindy went to heaven, sensing his emotion along with his hardness. She knew she was winning him. Her own attitude changed, grew. Now, it became all about giving to him. Giving herself to him completely, body and soul. Especially soul. She was learning from him how to fall in love. How to truly love. It made her heart rich and full. It made her want to devour him. But she really wanted to Make Love, with all that those words now meant.

Soon, Dave was fully hard, and with a slight adjustment of his hips, he sank to the hilt on a forward stroke. Cindy exhaled as she felt him enter her. She had never felt ecstasy when a guy first penetrated her. Until now.

"Oh, yes, Dave, that feels so good to have you fill me up. Now love me, please, Dave, love me. Make love to me." The words tasted so good on her lips. She hugged him tight and they slowly rocked, his cock gently moving in and out. She sat up, and rocked her hips looking down at him with those incredible eyes. She was so beautiful. So sexy. So passionate and full of love. So...innocent. Dave had seen Cindy be many things, but never innocent. It stoked the fire of his affection. He wanted to give everything he had to her. Wanted to protect her, keep her, love her, rescue her from her loneliness. He recognized his image of being the Knight in Shining Armor, rescuing beautiful damsels from their loneliness. It had been that way with Kim. He loved it, and saw his path now. Cindy needed rescue, and he was just the man to do it, by giving her his love. He set about doing so with his body. 

And in turn, she wanted him to take her spirit completely, to hold it in his gentle hands and caress it as he caressed her pussy with his cock. She wanted to melt and merge with him, to become one being with two entwined souls. She needed him to love her, and give all her love to him. She wanted to be rescued. 

"Do you love me, Dave?" She asked. Her face was soft, and incredibly lovely.

He felt himself intensify his strokes without speeding up. He nodded, slightly, once. But no words would come. She looked at him questioningly, and then saw what he was now too shy to say. But he had said it the first time, into her ear, quietly, secretly. She knew. She saw it now in his face, felt it in his body, rejoiced the way his cock confirmed it. They rocked, and Dave had to hold back, wanting to do more, harder, faster. Cindy, too, had to resist the incredible urge to fuck him hard in pure joy. But they both relaxed, and took their time, enjoying each other's bodies. Dave used his hands to feel every curve as her butt rocked on top of him. He liked just putting his hands on either side of her hips, and just letting them stay there and feel her soft motions.

With that newfound love, in slow time, came his climax. Different this time. "Cindy, I'm going to cum now. I'm going to show you how much I love you." He said it! Tears ran down her face.

"Yes, please, Dave, give me your love!" She cried, and snugged down tight against his chest, and seemed to flow into every cell of his body, so that when he came moments later, it was a purely giving thing. He was giving his love, with the most gentle climax he could offer, to every cell of her body. It felt like a complete entwining of souls. Cindy felt him begin the end, and huge, almost painful feelings of love spread from her heart. Her climax came from the heart, not the genitals, in a way she had never imagined. She filled with love for this sweet man, who was filling, and fulfilling her, as she had never believed possible, but for which she longed. The feelings reached her vagina, which gave that love to Dave's embedded, spurting penis. She was outside of time, outside of the universe. She thought the first time they had made love was incredible. It was nothing compared to this. The Cosmic Orgasm. They merged, she felt them become one. She knew he loved her, and she him. Complete. They stayed merged for a long time. Rescue was a beautiful thing.

After dozing a little, Cindy woke him, eyes even softer and more full of love. "Three down," she whispered in his ear. "The last was so lovely, my sweet, that this time it's all for you. Except that I like to do it." She laughed a sexy little laugh, and moved down to engulf him in her mouth. She proceeded to give him the best head of his life. He couldn't really explain it, but it was full-body head. While it was her mouth that swallowed him, somehow her entire body was engaged. It was sexy beyond belief, and in no time he thought he might gag her with his ejaculation, it was so powerful. She took it all, and with lips and stroking hand milked every last drop. For her part, she had needed a break. If they had tried to make love again like they had, she might have been the one not to survive. Instead, she could give him the gift of her oral talent. But this was new, trying to express love with her mouth. All the times before had been mere blowjobs. This was oral lovemaking, and she took it seriously. And succeeded, she felt. It wasn't lovemaking like before, but it was well worth it, and it felt good to give that way to her new man. New Man. She'd never really had a Man, capital "M," before. Certainly not like this, with feelings of love from her heart and her pussy competing, and heart winning. She liked the idea of them as a couple, especially if they could make love every night. Maybe several times a night.

She looked at him seductively. "A tie! Next time sets the record!" She moved up and snuggled in. Her petite body fit so well tucked into his, and she did that melty-thing to bring them close. Dave was in heaven cuddling this beautiful woman. She was there with him in the clouds. They slept.

Brian awoke from a short nap. He felt the warm body next to him, stroked the long blonde hair. It was the wee hours of the morning. Kim awoke, and took him by the chin, kissing him tenderly. "This has been so wonderful! I don't want it to end."

She felt him. He was hard. She looked at him with blazing blue eyes. "Can you fuck me one more time tonight? Hard? Really hard?" He nodded.

She spread her lovely, long, legs. Brian moved on top of her, and she had a good view of eleven inches of iron-hard prick aimed at her. The sight was an incredible turn-on. "Yes, Brian! Put it in me! I want to feel your big cock! I want to fuck you like you've never been fucked! Give it to me!" Brian entered her in one motion, stretching her and filling her with hard meat. She watched it penetrate, felt it, and it brought her to an immediate climax. She shuddered, grabbed him and held him close. "I love it! I love to feel your cock in me." She looked at him. Her eyes smoldered. Her look serious.

"Now fuck me."

Brian set up a motion where he would withdraw until only his head was inside her, and then in one quick move, ram his steel rod in as far as he could go. Back out slowly, hold and tease. She begged him to put it in, and he rammed in hard. Repeat. And again. Each time he rammed, Kim came. Every stroke brought her to orgasm as she felt herself filled completely by a huge penis, rock solid, only for her. He stroked, she came. They went on and on. Kim was in total ecstasy fucking Brian. She thrashed beneath him, out of control as she had never thought she could be. Ram. Climax. Repeat. Ram. Climax. Repeat. She could remember, only barely through the erotic haze, that she had wanted to make him lose control, not the other way around. Oh well. She loved it. She had surrendered, completely, to his dick.

Dave awoke to Cindy's hand caressing his chest, as she snuggled under his arm. It was getting a little light out. Her hand ranged down, and found his cock, already starting to lengthen. She took it firmly and slid her hand up and down the shaft, and he immediately came to full length.

"Umm," she said as she stroked him and kissed his neck. "So nice!'

"Yes," Dave breathed. "You make me feel so good."

"And you, sir, have made love to me as I could never have imagined it. So tender. So gentle, so loving. It has been the most wonderful night of my life, and I never want it to end. I love you, David."




Slightly, Once Ch. 10



"It has been incredible," He admitted wholeheartedly. He had fallen in love with this little girl. Fallen fast, and hard.

She nuzzled and kissed him more. "Once more for the record, sweet man." Her voice expressed eagerness.

"And how would my lady like me to make love to her this time?" He asked, looking into those eyes. Loving those eyes.

She looked back. Her heart swelled. Her eyes misted. Cindy was full of joy at her newfound love. That joy needed an outlet, and she wanted to cement his love for her body, as well as her heart. She thought, fantasized, daydreamt for a moment, and decided. She loved this man with her entire soul, and she was about to let him know it.

"This time, David," she said calmly. "We are going to break the bed."

"Will I survive?" He smiled sweetly, full of innocent love. Maybe not completely innocent.

"Only until you cum inside me. And I hope that takes a long time. After that, all bets are off. But don't worry David, you'll survive," she said thoughtfully. "After all, you're just getting broken in. I've only just fallen in love with you. We have too many more nights ahead that I want to spend making love to you. I won't let you die." He took her in his arms, rolled her over, settling between her legs. Her arms encircled his shoulders, holding him tight. His penis had no trouble finding her opening, and he was quickly in all the way. Cindy shivered as he penetrated. She had never done that before. He looked into her eyes, and she in his. They shared love.

"But making love is for next time," she said. "Right now," The words came with agonizing slowness, a pace about to be contradicted by the motions of her body. "I...am...going...to... fuck...you." And she did. Boy, did she.

I awoke, as I often did, dazed and a little confused. But this time I was really confused. I was in Kim and Cindy's room. But I was in Kim's bed.

Cuddling with Kim. Huh? Her warm, sweet form snuggled into our favorite cuddle position, asleep. I ran my cuddle arm down her long, lovely side. It was Kim, alright. She felt so good to me. But I thought she had spent the night with...? That she had...? I had no memory of what I had done last night, but remembered watching Kim and...? But how would I have known? How could I have witnessed...? It must have been...?

No Cindy. Her bed empty and unused. That's what Kim had arranged, so we could talk. I understood now, to my incredible relief.

Kim awoke with a start, saw me, and immediately started crying uncontrollably.

"Hey!" I said tenderly, rubbing her shoulder. "What's this?"

"You're here!" 

"Yes?"

"With me!"

"Yes? Where would I..."

"I thought..."

"Thought what?"

She saw Cindy's unused bed. It took her a moment. I watched it wash over her face. She figured it out. Relief, and pain. "A nightmare! I had the worst nightmare!" She sobbed.

"Tell me," I said. "What was so terrible?"

"It was all about you...I can't talk about it!" She sobbed.

"I had a pretty bad dream, too," I said, "About you." The vision of Brian pile-driving between her legs was all too vivid, and painful, even if only in a dream. Relief, and pain.

"Tell me."

"No. It was awful. It scared me," I said. And that was true. 

A thought. Her dream was similar? About Cindy and me? I didn't, and did, want to know.

"Kim," I said.

"Yes Dave?" she sobbed.

"The idea about Brian and Cindy? No. Emphatically no. I won't participate. And if you still want to, then you've made a choice."

"Oh, Dave! Never! I'm sorry I ever brought it up. Can we pretend I never did? It was a stupid idea from the start! I'm so sorry!!" She buried her head in my chest and sobbed.

"It wasn't a stupid idea," I tried to sound reasonable, though feeling far from it. "We've only had each other, and it's a big world. But after sleeping on it, I'd prefer to think, years from now when I'm bouncing our baby on my knee, that Cindy and Brian were The Ones That Got Away."

I had Kim's full attention. "What did you say?"

"I said I'd rather think of them as..."

"No, before that. The bouncing part."

"Oh, uh, you mean bouncing our baby?"

She nodded, slightly, once.

I choked. I couldn't say what was in my heart. I couldn't speak the words. The old shyness had me by the throat, and my heart was full to overflowing. It came out as tears streaming down my face. It was overwhelming feelings of love for this girl, my beautiful Kim, bringing visions of a life, a family, growing old together, always having her hand to hold. A life full of love. But I couldn't put words to it. I was too full.

Her tears streamed, too. "David, you can't say it, can you? You still surprise me. You've come a long way from the shy boy who couldn't find the words to tell me he loved me. But not far enough," She laughed, and the world was a bright place. "But I see it in your face. I see what you want to say, and I love you for it, with all my heart." She was so beautiful.

I looked at her, struck dumb. But full of love, and relieved that we hadn't...hadn't.

"David? Make love to me. I need to feel your love badly. I need to know you still love me. Please?" There was stark pleading in her eyes. How did she do that?

I smiled at my little girl, took her chin in my hand, and ever so softly kissed her lips. They were electric. Her lips tasted like she had plugged them into the wall. "David," she said, and her eyes were unlike anything I had ever seen, and it seemed she was remembering something. Parts of a dream, maybe? "I am about to make love to you in ways you've never dreamt of." I considered that fully. This was going to be fun.





Yeah, a cheap gimmick, that dream bit. But you never thought that I could let these two characters actually cheat on each other, did you? No way! At the same time, it was blazingly fun to think and write about. Such is the nature of fantasy, so I hope you forgive me. No harm, and in fact much good, was done to our two lovers. A very happy ending after all. I think we're done with Dave and Kim. Their destiny is clear, and joyful. As for me, I'm off to find another female character to fall in love with. See you soon, I hope. Thanks for reading, and for the kind and encouraging comments.