7 comments/ 70717 views/ 3 favorites Slush By: past_perfect By past_perfect © Author's note: This little piece is meant to make up for the rushed ending in "Heatwave". I didn't want to pull the original story, nor did I find a sequel appropriate -- so I just wove that one into this story... "Sam? I did it. I bought it." Sandra's voice was tingling with excitement. Oh my God, it was like nine o'clock? I couldn't even get my eyes to open properly. Saturday morning. Rough night, which had actually ended... forty-five minutes ago. "Sandra... it's the bloody middle of the night... can I call you back?" "Fuck you! We agreed that..." I had to put the receiver ten inches away from my ear, her shrill voice was about to pierce my ear-drum. She was right though, I had promised to help my older sister to set up her new computer system. I had just completely forgotten about it; right at about... let's say the tenth pint of Guinness. What happened after that was all but a blur. I remembered getting out of the cab alright, before puking my heart out in Mrs. Green's garden. "Are you listening? Get your sorry arse down here ASAP, or..." "Calm down, will ye? Just give me a couple of hours and I'll be there. See you then sis. Later." I switched off the phone, knowing that that was probably not going to appease her, but what the heck; after all it was me doing her a favour. A humongous favour for that matter -- something I was looking forward to as much as to a root canal: Setting up her spanking new computer system, connecting it to the net and explaining it to her from scratch. Hard to believe that at this day and age there were still computer illiterati out there -- my older sister being one of them, although she was 28 already. In her line of work, being a yoga teacher and doing some other new age crap with crystals, it might not have been mandatory, obviously, but she still was a relic in my eyes. We had met at my mum's birthday a fortnight ago, for the first time in seven years actually, as she had travelled a lot and lived her own life at a great distance from the rest of our family. I had admired her for that; she was four years older than me and something of a free spirit, or so we all chose to believe, until she got bogged down by an non-descript older chap -- I believe he was her guru or something, she didn't go into too much detail when telling us, but the fact that he was a married old sod led to the inevitable messy break-up, leaving her in shambles. She had seriously considered joining a convent of sorts, or an ashram in India or whatnot, but then decided otherwise and moved close to my place, just an hour's drive away. I sincerely hoped the pain-killers would kick in before I got to her place. I was still feeling sick. The motorway was full of morons heading out of town for a weekend break or serious holidays, after all, it was the beginning of July and the weather must have been better someplace other than here. Oh my God, there should be corporal punishment for honking. Idiots. My big sister, well, I didn't know much about her, as we had spent only our early childhood together -- then my parents had split up, when I was ten. Being fourteen and weird, she had opted to live with my father and his new girlfriend, while my younger brother Daniel and I stayed with my mum. So we had just seen each other every other weekend until she was sixteen, and then she couldn't bear living with my dad either and got her own place. I think my mum admired her for that, on the other hand, they had tons of issues, which kept them bitching at each other for one reason or another, until there was this seven year spell were we had a total information blackout. Then she showed up on my mum's doorstep for her birthday, a perfect stranger willing to make amends and on the other hand taking advantage of each and every bit of help and sympathy she could get. She had cornered me when I fixed some email problem my mum had on her machine and talked my ear off, about her having lost touch with virtually everyone, and that she always wanted to get "into computers" herself, and so forth, but that she knew nothing about it, what to get, how to operate it, the whole sad tale -- so in a moment of temporary madness I told her about a really good offer and that I would help her get started. Fuck - that was close. I had almost overlooked the mini-bus changing lanes in front of me. I started sweating, which was good, since the alcohol had to come out one way or the other. Darn, an accident now and I could kiss my driver's license goodbye. All this for a sister, who hadn't even had the decency to send us postcards from all the fab places she had been to. Anyway, at least I felt a bit more alert now. Although I knew the area she was living in, it took me ages to find her place; eventually I had to ring her on my mobile to get directions. It was weird, she hugged me when greeting me at the door, something I was never particularly fond of nor used to for that matter. She seemed positively chirpy and excited, well at least she had enough enthusiasm for the both of us. At the birthday party she had had a few dark and withdrawn spells also, but was mostly calm and composed. And she had managed not to get into any arguments with my mum this time, so I assumed she must have grown as a person a lot, despite her odd lifestyle and strange choices in fuck buddies. Her place was simply fabulous, one massive, almost eighty square meter room under the roof with a small kitchen and bathroom, flooded with light through large windows. It was very sparsely furnished -- just some large cushions and mattresses arranged for several seating and supposedly one sleeping area, some corner that looked almost like a shrine with some Indian figurines on a pedestal with flowers. A bookshelf and a small table in another corner, where she wanted the computer to go on, which awaited me still fully boxed. Lots of plants and flowers, some really nice nature photographs on the wall; a tiny stereo playing some strange chill-out tunes, the smell of incense, fortunately previously burned, as I had the distinct feeling that I would puke if she would light any. She ran out to get me some coffee, while I busied myself setting up the hardware, trying awfully hard to find a comfortable position to sit on the floor. She had this chair embargo going, claiming that it was much healthier to sit on the floor and that the western civilization was really doing itself a disfavor and whatnot. I sincerely hoped that she would keep the lectures to a minimum and struggled with cables and boxes until I finally had everything connected as it should be. She had bought a very decent machine, much better than the old pile of rubbish I called my own, although she had saved on the wrong end as most beginners and bought a 17 inch flat-screen monitor instead of something larger. Most of the software she would probably need was pre-installed, so at least that part of setting up everything wouldn't take too long. When she came with a very nice cup of coffee, I was almost as exhilarated as her, as everything went smooth and easy for a change, even setting up her DSL connection and mail account. "So what email address do you want?" "What do you mean?" "Well, you tell me what you want in front of your provider name, and I set it up for you." "Provider? I don't understand shit, you know. I told you, haven't got a clue about all this stuff." O dear, this would take a while. So I tried to explain everything to her as best as I could. In some ways, she was worse than mum, when I had set her up, in others she seemed pretty quick in the uptake. And, even more surprisingly, she seemed to know exactly what she wanted. She obviously had heard about msn and internet forums, and after choosing an email address I set her up an account for her there too. She was eager to try stuff herself quickly and had a long list of email addresses from friends and students she put in herself. She could even type properly, telling me in passing that she had learned it on an old-fashioned typewriter when she wanted to become a writer after school. "You must be starving, I'll make us dinner." Hm, I was. Dinner? Was it that late already? I had just given her a crash course in Word. Time flies when you are having fun. In a fashion, it had been fun so far. We hadn't talked about anything but computers; her one-pointed, undivided attention was remarkable, guess that was her yoga thing or something. I admired her for that, as much as for her ability to sit there cross legged in her wide white, probably Indian, trousers without ever having to shift her position -- my legs were killing me. Soon it started smelling really nice from the kitchen. We ate in relative silence, apart from me complimenting on her cooking; darn that was great food, lots of different little Indian dishes, some rather hot, but delicious nevertheless. After all that non-stop computer talk, I appreciated the silence. I used the time to look at her, her hair looked brighter than I remembered; in my memory it had been hazelnut or something, now it looked more like dark blonde. She was extremely tanned; she had told me that she had been in India for four weeks a couple of months earlier. Her green sparkly eyes were bottomless; she smiled a lot, as I had noticed before, but not with amusement or merriment. Her white shirt and trousers looked great on her, and although the baggy clothes didn't give much of her figure away, I concluded that I actually have a very beautiful sister. I noticed a musky perfume when she came close to me, not dissimilar to the incense she used. The hangover was gone, however, after the great meal, I was severely wiped. Not having slept sufficiently finally caught up with me. My legs and my shoulders were hurting, from sitting in unwonted positions most of the afternoon. I needed a cigarette; I had curbed my smoking for most of the time, as she didn't smoke and made some sort of martyr face every time I lit one, so I thought that it was time to say my good-byes, having done my job and all. There was a party later on I considered attending. "Listen sis, I think I'm going to split soon, if you don't have any urgent questions for the time being? It's all up and running, and I am starting to feel that I had only an hour's sleep or so... my fucking neck hurts and I am just not used to sitting on the floor..." "Bad posture." "Huh?" "That's why your neck is hurting. You are tilting your head to the right and your back is totally skewed too." "Well, suppose so, never really thought about it..." She looked up from the dishes she was just putting on a tray. "I tell you what: I'll give you a nice massage and then you can crash here if you want, and we continue tomorrow... There is still so much I don't know about computers and the internet and stuff. I am sure going to be lost if you leave now." Hm, that sounded a bit exaggerated, she had picked up most things very quickly. A massage was tempting though, I was sure she'd be pretty good at it. Crashing at her place... bit inconvenient, at that would mean not going to that party after all. On the other hand, driving back home, then sleeping for a couple of hours would probably not suffice to get ready to go out again anyway. Ok, I had a little something that would keep me up all night, but I wasn't really sure anymore if that was what I wanted. "Hm... ok; yeah, why not. I need a fag first though..." ...and probably a shower too. I had noticed earlier that apart from exuding the remnants of last night's binge, forgoing a shower in the morning had had quite a negative effect on my olfactory aura. And sister or not, if she was about to get in close quarters with me, I didn't want her to suffer more than she probably already did earlier when sitting next to me. "... and a shower..." Ah, so she had noticed. Embarrassing that. "Uh... um... yeah sorry, you got me right out of bed, told ye..." "And I am grateful for that. Anyway, it will help you relax as well. I'll give you a towel and do the dishes while you are in the shower." I took a long shower, as I enjoyed the benefit of decent water-pressure for once. Comparing to her place, my little flat was a dump... well, and a pigsty too, I have never been much of a fan of cleaning. I giggled when thinking that she would probably not last half an hour in my place with her white clothing without seriously sullying them. Her place was scrupulously clean, not a mote of dust anywhere. I used her lady's razor I found on a shelf to shave, hoping she'd be alright with it. When I stepped out of the shower, I realized that I hadn't asked if I should dress at all for the massage. Well, that was a bit weird. Ok, she was my sister and all, but I was pretty sure that she didn't want to give me a full body massage or something. I never had a proper massage up to that day, only a couple of my girlfriends had given me a bit of a back rub, but that was about it. And it had turned into sex pretty quickly anyway. While a few memories of those instances flashed before my eyes and my cock acknowledged their sweetness, the door opened, and Sandra stood in front of me, holding a pair of trouser not unlike she wore in her hand. "You can wear these, much more comfy than your jeans." I was too stunned to reply. First of all, that little conundrum had dissolved nicely this way, but on the other hand, I felt a tad awkward standing naked in front of my sister, my dick half erect from reminiscing. Before I could thank her, apologize or react in any other sensible fashion, she was gone again. I took a few deep breaths, dried myself off and decided to put that episode on the shelf under "best to be forgotten immediately". Nevertheless, I entered the room a bit more self-conscious and sheepish than I would probably have without that episode. She had prepared a spot with a yoga mat, a blanket and some batik cloths in the middle of the room. There was incense burning now, not as pungent as I had feared, rather light and mellow. I hurried to lie down and watched her stretch and rub her hands, continuing with what appeared to be breathing exercises. A few moments later she pulled on my legs and arms to get them into the right position, before sitting down on me and applying a few drops of oil on my back. "Ok, relax. Don't talk, just breathe and don't move -- you don't have to try and help me, just lie still. Enjoy." Enjoying it doesn't come close to describing what I felt. This was heaven. She dug deep into my muscles, rubbed and kneaded me with an expertise I had never experienced before... It did hurt at times, but it hurt sooo nicely... And all the little knots and tensions melted into a warm, wonderful ocean of feeling marvelous and completely relaxed. I must have dozed off quickly during the massage, which was a tad annoying as it had felt so glorious. It was dark outside now; she had lit candles all over the room and was sitting at the computer, quietly clicking away. I watched her for a while, sitting perfectly straight, her long hair flowing around her face, again with this extremely attentive and alert expression. She had put one of the cloths on top of me, the scent of the massage oil mingled with the incense in the room. At that moment, I hoped that she would have computer problems quite often or any other good reason to have me over and repay me for my efforts with a great massage like that. Who would have thought that the day would turn out so nicely, after that shrill and sickening start. I turned to the side, marveling at the softness of my muscles, which still felt a bit jelly-like. She noticed the movement and turned to me. "Ah, sleeping beauty is with us again. Feeling ok?" "Yep, more than ok... Wow, sis, you have quite a talent there, you know." "Thanks. A good friend of mine taught me in India." "I see. Was I asleep for long?" She looked at the computer screen. "Four hours perhaps. Are you still tired? I could make you a proper bed over there if you want." "Nah, I am alright actually. Quite refreshed even. Cool. Never had a massage like that before." I scrambled for my cigarettes. She looked at me disapprovingly. "You should take better care of your body. All these poisons won't do you any good." "Yes mum." She grinned. "Shut up." "You shut up." I sat down next to her. She had opened lots of windows; almost every application installed on the computer was running. "Um... you can actually close things when you don't need them anymore." "I see. I was just playing around. Still don't know what I am doing anyway." "Oh, I think you are doing great. You seem to be a natural. So, what else can I show you?" "Well, you showed me the Goggle thing..." "Google." "Whatever. But whenever I put something in there, I just get millions of lines of text and no websites." "Silly, they are hyperlinks. Let me show you. Just type in something you are interested in." I couldn't believe my eyes. My breathing must have stopped for a minute or so. She typed: 'Guys with big dicks.' "Um..." She snickered. "Well... that is something I am interested in. You see what I mean? Over two million results and no dicks." This was even more petrifying than the earlier scene in the bathroom. The nonchalance and ease she displayed made me even more insecure. "Um... if you click... on the... the links, you know? You click on the blue underlined things... and then you get into websites... but those... um... would probably be... you know, pay sites." "Pay sites? What's that?" "You know sites where you have to be a member to get in... and you pay for a membership..." "Oh... So you have to be a member to see one?" "Um... well..." She grinned. "Sorry, am I making you uncomfortable? You look tense again all of a sudden." Tense wasn't the right word. I was all over the place, embarrassed, weirdly turned on, highly confused and had nowhere to run. But after all, I was not going to make a fool out of myself. "You are taking the piss..." "Me? No. I really like big cocks. And that is one of the reasons I got this machine. I want to see porn, pictures, and movies, whatever. Maybe cyber... you know, my friend Anita told me about that... oh, the webcam, we haven't set up the webcam yet." "Oh, yeah, sure, we can set that one up... not a big deal, really, all we need is to plug it in..." "Yeah, later. " She had started clicking on some of the links. "Oh, some seem to be gay sites. Hm... fourteen inches... that is too much..." I didn't dare looking at the screen anymore. "So when it says: Join, it is a pay site?" "Um... yes." "But there are free sites?" "I suppose." "You mean you don't know? Don't tell me a twenty-four year old guy with no girlfriend has never looked at porn on the internet." "Not at cock sites." "Of course. Sorry, I wasn't implying you were gay. Huh... that one is nice..." She seemed genuinely intrigued by what she was seeing there. I, on the other hand, was mortified. "Sorry, I am making you uncomfortable. I didn't mean to. I didn't know that sex is such a big taboo theme... after all, we are siblings." "Oh... well, sure..." The fact that she had managed to make me feel like a stupid twelve year old again, raised some sort of defiance in me. After all, I was a man, not schoolboy. Or so I liked to think. No need to get embarrassed about all that. "Just the way it came up was a bit odd..." "Oh, you mean in the shower? Don't worry; we all have these urges sometimes." Bitch. Darn, she was clever. "Very funny. You know exactly what I mean." "No sense of humor? Hard to believe we are brother and sister." For the first time that evening, I wished we weren't. I would kiss her, grab her, make any sort of sexual advances just to shut her up. Not that it would have been a good solution, but at least it would have been one. Slush "Bitch." "Tsss... name calling. No, seriously, if you feel too uncomfortable..." "Rubbish. " I made sure that my sentences couldn't be twisted into anything else. I wasn't about to lose my face that easily. I would show her, how little I cared. "So... apart from ridiculously big cocks, what are you into, sis? Straight? Lesbian? Bondage? Anal? Groups?" "Oh, that all sounds great." She beamed at me. That damn bitch was still winding me up, and I was still on the retreat. I needed a cigarette. Some time to regroup. Desperately. "Ok, I show you something." The easiest way was to look for some free TGPs and let her browse to her heart's desire. I could show her some not quite so legal ways to obtain porn later. "Here you go -- there are the categories, just click on the links again." "And those are free?" "Yeah, but you have some annoying... See, it just is a link to another TGP. Occasionally, it goes on like that for ages. But this site is good actually, you get into genuine galleries most of the time." "Oh, so you know that one?" "So what?" She didn't answer, as she had opened a couple of pictures of blow jobs. "These are quite small." "Well, not everyone has a fourteen inch cock." She giggled. "No, the pictures. Can I enlarge it? Make it bigger?" "Oh, sure. Well, you have to save it to your hard drive first." "Hard drive?" "You remember, I told you, the piece in your computer where everything is on, the files, the programs... you can right click the picture and then save it. Let me show you..." "Ok." I was pretty happy that I could explain technicalities again. Yes, the images before my eyes had an effect on me; after all, I am but a man. On the other hand, I could retract mentally to the role of being an open-minded brother; cool enough to show her what she apparently really wanted. Actually, it started to feel rather cool. I bet there aren't many big sisters out there, with whom you could do something like that. While she experimented with saving photos, reopening them and so forth, I cast furtive looks at her, to see if this affected her at all. She seemed positively giddy about the whole thing, but else... "What is this? That doesn't open." "Oh, that is a short video clip, and we haven't installed all players yet. I didn't know you would need them... Ok, I will download and install this one here..." "Ok, you do that, and I make us some tea. Or do you want something else? I don't have alcohol... It's bad for you. I have juices." "Um, tea would be fine." I used the time she was in the kitchen to regroup and download players, codecs and eventually filesharing programs. It was weird. This turn of events was something I would have never foreseen. I realized that apart from not knowing her at all, I couldn't make heads or tails of her personality. It didn't fit together. First she seemed to be very spiritually minded. After all, she wanted to join a convent for crying out loud. And then this. Maybe women weren't that different from men after all... or maybe she was unique? I was mechanically clicking windows to install things when she re-entered the room. Lost in thought, I was about to light another cigarette. "Another one? Didn't you just have one?" "Yeah, sorry, bad habit, I know." "So what other bad habits do you have I should know about as your big sister? Drugs?" "None of your business." "How many sugars? Two? Ok. Don't be so defensive, I have done drugs when I was younger." "You have?" "Sure. Before I took up yoga. Not a lot, just the occasional spliff. Coke once or twice." There was a hell of a lot I didn't know about my sister. "And now you get your kicks from yoga?" "Nah, it's a completely different story. I'll tell you about it some other time." She seemed more interested in the results of my installations, as I showed her the first small clip. "Oh.... That is very short. And not that great quality either." "Yeah, the free things are like that. I show you how to download other stuff. It can take a while though, depending..." She tried to follow my moves and got me to explain each and every step several times, until she was certain she understood it. "And... don't you miss getting wasted sometimes?" "I miss a lot of things lately. Why, do you have anything on you?" "Nope, I left my dope at home... you see, that clip has finished downloading now... you can find it in this folder... You should have said something." She had opened the clip, a straight fuck scene cut from a commercial porn movie. Loud moaning and groaning blasted out of the speakers. "Maybe you would want to turn the volume down a bit... yes, there... ok... if you press on this button, you have it in full screen... there..." The girl wasn't pretty, a random porn slut with fake tits and too much make-up. She looked at me as if she wanted to ask something, but then apparently decided against it. Her eyes went back to the screen. "This one is much longer. Not good though, I don't like the way they look." Well, at least there we had the same taste. The clip had played out and there wasn't another one that had been completed yet. Sandra went through the list of the site and clicked on a variety of download links. She grew proficient quickly and opened the next clip as soon as it was done. "Oh, that one is much better, don't you think? The volume is lower though..." She adjusted the volume. "Can I ask you something?" "Always." "How come you are getting a computer for porn, after wanting to go to a convent and stuff?" "Slush." "Slush?" "Yeah, it's like the bottom of a pond. It seems all clear, unless you stir it with something. If there are no dregs left at the bottom, you are where you want to be. If there are still remnants there, it comes up with a vengeance. It's a natural thing, really. I am not ready for some real spiritual progress I guess. Too many unresolved things, you know? Too many desires. Things I want to experience. Full on, that is. Things I have denied myself, just to realize, that that won't work. Now I am a little bit out of control, but exactly that is what I need to get back into control. Does that make any sense?" "Um... am not sure... yeah, maybe." Actually, I didn't understand a word she was saying. It helped me retaining some sort of countenance though. "It's difficult to explain." She blinked at me. "Especially while watching someone getting her cunt licked that nicely." Yeah, that was an image I had to process too. "Do you like that?" "Hm, the clip?" "I mean licking pussy." "Sure. You?" "Sometimes. I prefer being licked though." A lot of information to process here. So my big sister did girls too. The mere notion got my cock up yet another inch. "Actually, I don't come from fucking. I love it, sure, but I never had an orgasm from penetration." "Oh." She opened another clip. Again, plastic people. "Nah, that one is crap too." She scrolled down the list, a real pro by now. We had to wait for a while before anything else was done. A good time to ask something I had always wondered about. "So... you did girls? Are they... like better with their tongue? I mean, does it feel different, when a girl licks you?" "Yes and no. Most women know what to do and what feels nice, but then again every woman has different predilections. Some men are pretty good at it too, but some are pretty useless." "I see." "Sometimes it takes a while for me to come. Some men just don't have the patience to go on for twenty minutes or longer." That was interesting. I rummaged in my memories of past girlfriends, trying to figure out how long it had taken them to come. Twenty minutes did seem a tad longer than what I was used to. I looked at her download list. It would still be a while before anything else came down. "Anything else on the net I can show you while we wait?" "Yes, actually, there is. Stories. Erotic stories that is. Know any good site for that? And chatrooms. Anita told me all about cybering. I think that might be funny. Have you ever tried that?" I had. With a girl I had met at a camping place once, where we had fooled around a little. As she lived at the other side of the country, we stayed in touch via msn. Soon our conversations turned into hot, steamy romps, incredibly exciting and frustratingly unfulfilling. The upshot was that I found someone else at a party and broke that off. "Yes, once. It can be ok with the right person I suppose. Stories... well, the number one site is literotica of course... let me show you..." She didn't let go of the mouse fast enough. Our hands touched. So far I had felt astonishingly relaxed about watching porn with her, talking about sex, sitting with a slight hard-on next to her and everything. This, however, was almost like a shock. Before, there was a connection between our minds, something that could easily have passed as sibling bonding. This touch sparked something else that crept up, in the back of my mind, a possibility too unspeakable to let it surface. "Here, you see? There you have all the different categories... here are all the new stories... they have a forum, chat and lots of other things too." "So you are reading stories there sometimes? I would have taken you more for a visual type." "No, I really like reading... it fires up your own imagination. I even considered writing something myself once, but never got very far..." "Oh, that is what I had planned too. Great, then I can show you my stories before posting them there, and you can tell me what you think." She clicked through a few pages of new stories. Something caught her eye and she clicked on it. "What's that?" "It's called Heatwave. By past_perfect. Have you read that one?" "No, but there are zillions of stories on there." I glanced on the download progress. It would still take a while until some other clip was down. Then she put the page on full screen. She had learned a lot pretty quickly today. I was proud of her. And of course on my own teaching skills. She had started reading, so I hastened to catch up. After a few paragraphs, I got a very queasy feeling. And there it was, my suspicion was right, right on the left top corner, the category was incest/taboo. My heart skipped a few beats. I looked at her in disbelief, but she stared at the screen, with an inscrutable poker face. The story started innocent enough, but was building up to a loaded atmosphere not quite unlike what was happening here in this room. "Done? Can I scroll on?" "Yep." Jeez, it was getting worse by the minute. Not the story, I liked that one, but me feeling horny as fuck and being confronted with a very real life woman probably equally turned on, who just happened to be my sister. Turned on by a story about brother/sister incest for crying out loud. So far, I hadn't even considered her as a woman or anything. That changed dramatically in those minutes. I wondered what was going through her mind. She only looked at me when she wanted confirmation before scrolling on, then for turning the page. So far it had just been build-up. I was thankful for that. The story was getting slightly steamier though. I could swear the temperature in her room was rising also. Now the protagonists masturbated together. Darn, I wished I had the guts to get my cock out and relief myself thusly, it was getting ridiculous here. I could easily identify with the chap in the story; the questions going through his mind could have been my own. And then... oops, the story ended, without a proper sex scene. Sandra giggled. "Now that is an unexpected ending. " "Yeah." "Well, I liked it though." "Yeah, ok story." She turned her head to me, almost in slow motion and looked me straight in the eye. "Ever thought about it?" I shook my head. "No, not really." Which was true. Until this very moment. Her voice got a husky tone. "Thinking about it now?" Thinking didn't have much to do with it. Still a yes though. "I'd be lying if I said no." "Me too. I am horny as hell." Well, the tent forming in those wide trousers she had given me exempted me from admitting to that. We stared at each other, as if trying to probe each other's mind, both waiting for the signal that would either make or mar our story. The tension was unbearable. I lit a cigarette. I wished I had something to smoke, like the guy in the story; that would have probably eased me into it. She took it right out of my hand, took a puff too and then stubbed it out. Wordless she got up and pulled me up too, ushering me to her bed. She took off her buttonless shirt with one swift movement; then peeled off her trousers. She wasn't wearing any underwear. I followed her example as quickly as I could. My God, she did look spectacular; the baggy clothes she was wearing had completely hidden her exquisite physique. She was very thin, though upholstered sufficiently in all the right places. Her nipples were standing as upright as my cock. I was unable to move, completely engrossed in taking in the beauty of her body. It was her who finally broke the spell and started touching me, coming closer and closer. It was as if taking off our clothes had changed the quality of what we were feeling; what had before felt urgent and feverish now became light and tender. We explored each other, almost tentatively trailing the outlines of each other's bodies, then locking our lips in a light tender kiss. We still drew each other closer and closer, until there was no space between our bodies anymore. As if we had waited for that signal, the passion returned, overwhelming us. We kissed fiercely, incessantly, pressed our hips together, rolled over several times until I came to lie on top of her right at the edge of the mattress. I could feel the heat emanating from her lap, the sticky liquid trail my aching dick had left on her groin from pressing hard against her. Remembering our conversation earlier, I wanted to give her pleasure first and shifted my weight onto my arms to kiss my way from her neck on downwards. She stopped my motion immediately, tugging me back onto her, her legs opening and clenching around mine, positioning herself to receive me. She let out a small moan, when I entered her and whispered: "Slowly..." I followed her bidding and pushed my dick just half way in, retracted to slide in deeper and deeper with each new thrust. I was afraid of losing it quickly, when she started picking up my movements and introducing another force and speed herself. It took a while until we found each other's rhythm and attuned, flowing with each other. I had been over-excited right from the beginning, and it didn't exactly come as surprise when if felt an earth-shattering climax approaching within minutes. I pulled out at very last second and came all over her belly and small landing strip of pubic hair. We grinned like two kids that had just played an incredible prank on someone, and couldn't quite believe that it had worked. I used my boxers to wipe off my juice and headed down between her legs. "Oh... yes..." She heaved her hips several times in anticipation and sighed when my tongue finally met her tasty little cunt. I lapped a few times, parting her labia with the tip of my tongue, until I could feel her clit. I sucked on it very cautiously, which made her squirm and moan, then started to lick her lightly and slowly, trying to gauche what she wanted from her facial expressions and auditory reactions. She had closed her eyes and clenched her hands into some cushions on either side of her, breathing heavily. I continued with a faster up- and downward motion, which she seemed to enjoy immensely, judging from her whimpering, which became more and more pronounced. I changed my position several times, as it became uncomfortable in between, without ever losing contact to her pussy, occasionally dipping my tongue into her little honey-pot and transporting her juices upwards. She thrashed her head around and got louder, her left hand grabbing my head, her fingers entangled in my hair. She appeared close to coming several times, but it took indeed quite a while until she finally responded to my steady staccato, tensing up her whole body and bursting into what sounded more like a relieved sigh than a scream. My last girlfriend had been very sensitive after an orgasm and had stopped me when I tried to proceed, but Sandra didn't seem to have any such problems. Although my tongue started to feel slightly numb and a little worn out already, I continued, hoping she would come for a second time soon after. It took a while longer than expected, and surprisingly when I sucked on her clit while shifting positions. I lingered for a while, before sliding up her body into a well deserved rest and embrace. Sandra rolled her eyes, when I eventually broke that embrace in order to get a cigarette, but couldn't stop smiling. Nor wait until I finished my fag, as she lowered her hungry lips onto my cock before I had even a chance to protest. All there was left for me to do was stub out the ciggie and recline to enjoy her expert sucking, which she soon expanded to my balls. Now it was my turn to squirm and whimper, as she alternated rapid fire tongue-lashing with steady sucking and even deep-throating me. I had had great blow-jobs before, but this was different. I was really taken aback when she licked her way down the shaft of my dick, circled my balls and then went straight for my arsehole. That was something no- one had done for me before and as strange as it initially felt, I really liked it. She returned to my dick and assisted her sucking with one hand, which really almost got me off. Sensing that she stopped suddenly and just dashed her tongue around the head of my dick for a while, allowing me to pipe down a bit. Then she nibbled on the shaft, which was close to being painful, but not quite. I usually don't make a lot of noise during sex, but there I couldn't help it. It was amazing. She had no intention of sucking me off though. Instead, she moved upwards and before I knew what was happening she had guided my dick into her slick little cunt, taking me for a ride I would never forget. As calm and intense our first fuck had been - this was hard, rough and wild. I had never been afraid of being injured by a partner before, but the way she was riding me was scary. I was relieved when she indicated that she wanted to change positions. But I continued as fierce as she had begun, really relinquishing every thought of control or holding back, just fucking, fucking, fucking, biting her neck, scratching her back and buttocks, reveling in the feverish and painful expressions in her face, the little screams, the sounds of pure ecstasy, before I violently came onto her chest again. This time I was allowed a full cigarette, and we fell asleep soon after. When I woke up again in the morning, she had already been up for a while, sitting quietly in a corner, meditating. We didn't talk about what happened, nor did we attempt to rekindle the mood of the previous night. She made me a great breakfast and I finished setting up her computer by installing the webcam that we had forgotten about before. There was no emotional hangover or awkwardness either, perhaps because there was no "normal" relationship to fall back to. I just received a video call from her a few minutes ago, asking me for my plans next weekend. The fact that she was naked, showing off her pretty little cunt was certainly a factor in my decision making process. I am going to spend it at her place. And I hope her slush doesn't settle for a long time...