1 comments/ 58520 views/ 5 favorites A Literary Mistake Ch. 01 By: teacherman570 It’s hard for young nerds to find any kind of sexual experience. It’s a fact of life. It’s worse nowadays because there is such an emphasis on being popular. Girls put so much time and effort into their clothing, make-up tans etc. that personality and intelligence seem to get left stuck to the curling iron and the mascara brush. Parties are where everyone seems to be on the weekends, which leaves the nerds out, because they have little chance of being invited to those parties and finding some drunk, random sluts to fool around with. I’m not advocating random, casual sex, but for someone nerdy teen whose only outlet is Internet porn and “Rosie Palm”, anything is better than nothing. That’s were I was, as a senior in college, only having done some random kissing with those who took pity on me. I always had the attitude that kissing was better than nothing, but being inundated with MTV, the Internet, and such, sex was out there, taunting me, telling me that I was a nerd and that means celibacy. The only comfort I had was the phrase, “Nice guys finish first,” which I took to mean that despite my low social stature, as long as I remained a nice guy, I would get my due. I wasn’t lonely by any means, I had friends, good friends, even girl friends (not girlfriends) but I was always “safe”, never the bad boy type that my friends always chased, and were always hurt by. So I went to school, hung out on the weekends, spent my nights living fantasies in my head, and masturbating to them. I did have a little writing ability, so I started writing them down, after seeing erotica websites, and reading some stories. I submitted a few, even had one accepted. It still wasn’t real. As the months passed, I thought that I would not only go to college a virgin, but stay a virgin for longer, only submitting to a mercy deflowering when I was 35 by some younger woman I met on the internet who was quite ugly. Around the middle of January, we were given an assignment to write a story, of any topic we chose, of at least 10 pages, for my advanced English class. It was one of the classes I really enjoyed that last semester, because it was very open, we could choose independently what we could read, and write about. Our teacher was also one of my favorites, a younger woman, about 30, Ms. Hysard, not beautiful, but pretty, with a very easygoing teaching style. She often came to class in jeans, which most of the teacher at our school shunned, because of their advanced age. I was pretty sure Ms. Hysard was the younger teacher on staff, which made her the most popular. Writing the story was easy, I think it was about a young man who was dealing with the lost of his grandfather, the first death in his family. Much of it came from my own experience, which made it easy to write. The problem, in fact the beginning of well, you’ll see, was that we were supposed to submit the story by email. Ms. Hysard hated to waste paper, and was computer literate (also something the other teachers weren’t), and so every assignment was submitted by email. I was in a hurry the morning it was due so I sent it in a hasty manner, and two days later, at the end of class, Ms. Hysard told me to stay after the bell. I hadn’t done anything to need discipline, and I was sure she would have like my story, so I wasn’t too worried. As the class left the room, I made my way toward her desk, and stood in front of it, facing her. She was still putting her papers away, so I stood silent for a few moments. Once the rest had left and the door was closed, she finally looked up at me, with a very peculiar look on her face. “Sean, I wanted to talk to you about the story you submitted,” she said with that same strange look on her face. “Is there something wrong with it? I know death is a pretty dark subject, but it was a story that had been brewing around in my head for awhile,” I said, with a little panic in my voice. I had never gotten anything but A’s, and this conversation was starting to worry me. Ms. Hysard, on hearing my answer turned a little red, then laughed out loud. A little too loud. “I think I understand now. Sean, you must have sent me the wrong story by mistake,” she said evenly. My face turned a little red, embarrassed. Then my mind processed what she said, and my mouth dropped open. I think I understood her strange look. I sent her one of my erotic stories. “I, ummm…” I found that I could find anything useful to say. “I don’t often get stories like the one you sent, in fact I never have. I must say that it was an excellent story, despite it’s… racy plotline,” she said with a lighthearted smile. She had push away from the desk and was standing, leaning against the blackboard. “Ummm, which story did I actually send you?” I asked, slowly, and with difficulty. I had written quite a few stories, exploring all the sexual ideas I had some across. She took off her glasses and set them down on the desk. For a moment, I thought I saw her cheeks turn a little red, but it may have been just her make-up. She walked towards the window and looked outside to the grounds. “It was about a college student, a virgin, who found a girl at a party, fell in love, made love, and then lost her to illness. It was very romantic and quite sad,” she said, almost murmuring. I relaxed a little bit. Although there was quite a lot of lovemaking in the story, and it was lovemaking, not sex, it was romantic, sensual and passionate. There were other stories that I had written that were much more raw, more sexual and animalistic. “I’m sorry I sent you that story by accident. I don’t want you to think I’m some sort of pervert who just writes erotica,” I said. I was fidgeting a little, despite my calming fears. I was still talking to my English teacher about sexual stories I’d written. Not what I expected for that day. “You need not apologize, Sean, although you can be sure that you won’t be reading that story to the class,” she said with a soft laugh. ” You’ll still get an A, because it was such a wonderful story. I really enjoy reading it.” There was that reddening face again. “Do you write a lot of erotica?” she asked, and turned to face me. I found I had trouble looking at her in the eye. “I, ummm, I mean… yes I do. We nerds don’t have much of a chance to act out our sexual ideas, and I find it’s good for my psyche to purge extra ideas onto paper,” I said quickly. I was becoming more and more nervous about where this conversation was going, but I was surprised at how honest I was. This just showed how relaxed and comfortable I was with her. “I would guess then, that all the stories you’ve submitted this year have been personal stories, coming from your own experiences?” She was now moving slowly toward me, looking at me intently. I felt a drop of sweat on the back of my neck, and I didn’t know why. “It’s the only way I know how to write a good story.” “But you write wonderful erotica, but you haven’t had those kind of experiences?” “Ummm, I guess you’re right. I can’t explain that one.” “I’m sure you’ll make a wonderful lover Sean.” “Excuse me?” Now I was panicking. Where did that statement come from? She was right in front of me, just inches away. It felt like a story was writing itself before my eyes, like in a dream, but it was happening in real time. It was so easy to write something, and change it later if I needed, but this time, there was no going back, if I did what my mind, and my body was telling me to do. My arm started to rise, against my will, it seemed. My palm and fingers were throbbing, my heart pounding. She never once looked at my hand, or moved away from me, instead, she closed her eyes. When my palm touched her cheek, she released and soft sigh from her lips. She raised her hand and put it on top of mine, pressing gently. With her eyes still closed she said, “Ever since I read that story, I wanted to be that girl,” she said breathily. “I wanted to be held, and kissed and touched like she was.” I felt her other hand grab my waist. “I could feel that you put your soul into that story, even if you haven’t done any of those things, it was still you in that story.” I could feel her breath on me as she spoke those words. I had lived for just over 18 years, and I felt as if this was the first moment I was really alive. My heart was swollen and throbbing in my throat, and I have to admit that it wasn’t the only thing swollen and throbbing. I couldn’t think, and I didn’t know what to do. I opened my mouth, but silence was the only thing to come out. She stared at me, even through me it seemed. “I…”, I began, finally able to make some sort of sound, but she silenced my right away with her finger. “No, please don’t say anything. I want, I just… Hold me, please, just hold me.” She leaned her head against me shoulder, and moved her body towards mine. Something finally clicked in my head, and I took my hand away from her cheek, brushed against her neck, and moved it down to the small of her back. My other hand pushed underneath her arm and gently held her head. Her breathing was hot against my neck, and once my hands came to rest, she wrapped her arms around me and squeezed. It was as though she needed me at that moment. I was just surprised, and happy that anyone wanted me, especially someone older, and attractive like Ms. Hysard. Just as I closed my eyes, to savor that feeling of first intimate human contact, I felt her start to pull away. When she came back into my vision, I saw how flushed her face was, either from excitement, or embarrassment. “I want so much, but not here.” Her hand went between my leg, just for moment, and felt how hard I was. She gasped, and hand squeezed a few times. If she had done it for any longer, I would have lost it right there. She pulled away and went to the desk. I scribbled something on a piece of paper, and handed it to me. “Come to my place tonight, please. We won’t be at risk of being caught there. Although, the idea of being caught…” she let the thought drop, but moved back to me. She took my hand and guided it between her legs. I instinctively started to rub my hand back and forth, and she grabbed me with both hands, moaning. The fleeting moments of pleasure were broken when we heard footsteps at the door. We separated quickly and attempted to compose ourselves. School wasn’t over at that point, but I was done for the day and could leave early. Ms. Hysard had a free period, but had meetings after school. She motioned me to go quickly, but before I moved away, I leaned in a kissed her quickly on the cheek. She flushed red, and gave me a devilish smile. I managed to get myself out the door, and struggled to catch my breath. It was almost too much to comprehend. In a matter of 20 minutes my world seemed to have turned itself inside out. A teenager so deeply rooted in his own stories was now living moments that could have come from one of them. I don’t remember walking to my car, driving home, or getting to my room, but before I knew it, I was naked in my bedroom, starting at the piece of paper with Ms. Hysard’s address, rubbing my cock furiously to a massive orgasm. As I laid back in semi-exhaustion, I thought about what would happen that evening. There wasn’t a problem getting away from the house; my parents were laid back and as long as I told them where I was, it would be cool. I’d just tell them I was out with friends and would be back late. Staying overnight somewhere else was common place for me, so it wouldn’t arouse suspicion. But a curious question came to me. What would Ms. Hysard want from me? I had written a lot of things, but I had never done anything my characters had done. I had so many ideas and fantasies, I could just go from that; I would have to go from that. I just didn’t want to be some bumbling teenager, even though I was. The fact that I didn’t lose my cool in the classroom gave me some hope. I showered, changed into my usual evening clothes, ate dinner with my folks and headed out the door. I couldn’t help but get hard on the drive over, thinking about what would happen. By the time I reached Ms. Hysard’s driveway, I had to sit in the car for a few moments, trying to will my cock to soften. After several long moments, I composed myself enough to walk up the steps. Her house was small, the right size for someone, and from the outside, also well kept. I reached up to ring the doorbell, but before I could, Ms. Hysard opened the door, looking flushed, and gorgeous. She was wearing a thin-strapped summer dress that came to just above her knee, but above the waist seemed to fit her almost like a glove. Her typical school apparel didn’t do justice to her body. She seemed to glow as she took my hand and pulled me inside. I started to speak but before any words came out, she pull me to her and was kissing me fiercely, as though she hadn’t had intimate contact with another being for years (which I found out later was the honest truth). I had never tasted anything as wonderful or sweet as her lips. I didn’t that kissing could be so sensual, but as out lips danced, and our tongues met, I understood what I had been missing, sitting in my room and writing stories. After many minute of standing inside the door, she finally moved away, leaving me with my eyes closed, leaning in to where she had been. When I opened my eyes she was stifling a laugh, and then laughed out load, amused at how enthralled I had been. “Don’t worry,” she said,” there is so much more time. I didn’t want to spend the whole evening standing in the door way.” She walked into the living room and turned to me. Her face suddenly went from laughing to intense passion. She beckoned me inside, and as I took my steps, she reached to her shoulder and pulled one of her straps to the side. Before she do the same with the other one, I protested, “Wait. Please Ms. Hysard , let me do that.” “Sean, I think you can call me Anna.” A Literary Mistake Ch. 02 “Anna. What a beautiful name,” I whispered. She closed her eyes, seemingly to savor the sound of her name being spoken. I slowly drew towards her in the moments that she was unaware. When she finally opened her eyes, my hands were lightly caressing her cheeks. I let my fingers travel slowly down her face, then her neck, so incredibly soft, and over her shoulders, until I could feel the fabric of her dress. I pushed the straps outward, until the fell over the side, leaving her shoulders bare. They were so incredibly sexy, more than anything I had seen before. I leaned my head down and let my lips travel over her shoulder, savoring this new taste of skin, then pulled my lips upward on her neck. Anna placed her hands on the back of my neck and urged me gently forward. I didn’t have the time or the wits, just as I walked through the door, to notice Anna’s perfume. It didn’t have enough experience around women to know exactly what it was, but it was light, floral, just the right fragrance to accent the lithe body I was just slowly getting to know. The scent of her perfume was magnified as my lips drifted over her skin, until again I stood face to face with her. I had never dreamed that kissing someone could be such a visceral experience. As we held each other, it seemed as if every nerve in my body was alert and sensing, and I had trouble processing all the intimate information. It took quiet a few minutes for me to figure out the next appropriate move, which was to pull down the zipper of Anna’s dress. But what a magnificent few minutes those were. The awkwardness I expected from myself during the first moments alone with Anna weren’t there, except for a little shakiness in my knees. Her lips guided me one instant, and then I was leading the next; no dominance whatsoever, it was give and take right from the start. When my fingers finally reached the zipper of her dress, I felt a squeeze on both my arms, and more pressure on my lips, so I took that as a sign that it was ok to continue. My fingers how ever did not have the dexterity that my lips had, and I fumbled and fumbled, but the zipper just seemed to laugh at me defiantly. When our kiss started to suffer because of it, Anna moved her hands away from me, and without breaking the kiss, pushed my hands away and unzipped her dress. I had expected an admonishment or even some amount of cruel laughter and my inability to disrober her, but there was nothing of the sort. My fingers and hands began to explore the newly exposed skin of her back, just as smooth and soft as her neck and shoulders, and every few inches I felt a shiver from Anna. It elated me that I was giving her these sensations, and drove me to further explore. It served also to make me aware of how uncomfortable I was in my pants, erect beyond belief. Finally, Anna stepped back, finally breaking a kiss that I wish could have lasted to eternity, and looked at me with an expression I will never, ever forget. A look, such as she was giving me, of true, intense desire and passion can never be faked, or imitated. With her lips slightly parted, arms crossed in front of her to hold of the dress that gravity wanted to take, her eyes staring intently into mine, she looked more beautiful than words could describe. I burned in my mind the memory of how she looked at that moment. There was a sparkle in her eyes that I could not explain, a dancing light that I knew didn’t come from passion, but came from somewhere else, somewhere I didn’t know yet. I didn’t have time to dwell in that place, because she let her arms fall to her sides, and the dress, light enough outside to blow in the wind, fell quickly to the floor, to reveal a completely nude Anna, skin glowing in soft light and perfect curves from head to toe. She allowed me the pleasure of taking all of her in, as slowly I moved my eyes from her face, to her feet and back. She made no attempt to cover herself up in modesty. Upon seeing her bare breasts, and the tantalizing shadow between her legs, I felt my arms and manhood surge forward in an attempt to take all of her all at once, but I managed at the last instant to control my body, except for the severe throbbing that ached to be freed. Some how mercy gave the idea to Anna, and she came towards me again, and her hand immediately went to my belt buckle. She must have seen the relieved look in my eyes because she gave me an understanding smile. I was amazed that so much had happened without a word being spoken. There seemed to be a connection and understanding between us, guiding us together in silence. I thought these things while my button was unsnapped, my zipper fell, and my pants were pushed over my hips, down my legs to the floor. The relief at having my aching member freed was stopped by the sudden pleasure of Anna’s finger slowly moving up the shaft. My surprised face met her gaze and I moaned softly as she explored me for several moments. I was thankful she never gave me a firm squeeze, because I think that would have led to a premature release, which was the last thing I wanted. I think she sensed that as well, and instead moving her other hand between my legs she instead put her hands on the bottom of my polo shirt and pulled up. I put my arms above my head, and after I brief moment of darkness, we were both nude, and embracing. My aching erection was pressed to my stomach as Anna’s arms wrapped around me, and she buried her face in my neck. The sexual tension that had built up while we uncovered each other was forgotten for a moment, and we just felt each other’s souls, without pretense, words or clothes in the way. I caught my breath, calmed my heart, and managed ignore my arousal enough to stem the tide, and regain my control. I was startled from focus by Anna’s soft voice. “Sean, you are an amazing young man. I’ve read a lot of your work, not just the story you just sent me, and you write with such emotion and passion. I can tell a lot about a person from the way they write, even for a class assignment.” She paused to take a breath. “I know which students are popular and don’t care. I know which students care, but don’t put themselves completely into their writing. You seem to put everything in your soul into your words. I’ve never read anything like that, or met anyone like you.” “You know all this about me just from my writing?” I asked quite shocked by everything she was saying. “No, not just that,” she said as her hand glided up and down my back. “It was your kiss, the first kiss we had, and the way you are holding me now, so gentle but firm at the same time. I don’t, I can’t understand why you spend all of your time to yourself.” She gave me a squeeze. I sighed. “Girls now don’t seem to be interested in romanticism, passion, caring, loving or gentleness. They seem to want to wear tight, sluttish clothes, attract the bad boys, and get used, just so they can be popular,” I said with frustration. “I’ve tried being the nice guy, just being myself, but as you can see, I’m alone.” Anna pulled away as I said that and looked me in the eye. “Actually Sean,” she put her hand on my cheek,” right now, you aren’t alone.” And with that she kissed me softly. I couldn’t respond to this with words, but I managed a smile, and I kissed her more passionately, as thanks for making me realize my situation. I squeezed her tightly, thinking that there was no place in the world I would rather be. I could once again explore her with my hands, and it seemed to me that her body was absolutely perfect. I had trouble thinking that this wonderful, beautiful person was my English teacher, and that I was just an awkward, nerdy senior. As my hands fell slowly down her back toward her bottom, the name Ms. Hysard completely left my head. She was Anna, a woman, and I was Sean, a man, and I wanted her more than everything. The next moment, I knew she wanted me too, because she whispered in my ear, “Sean, take me upstairs.” I thought for a moment taking her in my arms, and carrying her upstairs, as traditionally a groom would carry a bride, but a different urge took hold of me, and instead, I pulled her up, putting her arms around my neck, her legs straddling my hips, and her face even with mine. I wanted to look right into her eyes for as long as I could. Something happened, though, that I didn’t intend. I knew in the back of my mind that the position that we were in put her dangerously close to enveloping my erection. I didn’t want that to happen until we got upstairs, but I had to shift to get a better hold on her, and I heard her gasp. Then I felt the most incredible, wet, soft, squeezing sensation, which sent aftershocks all over the rest of my body. I nearly fell over I was so taken by how good it felt to be inside of Anna, but I regained control enough to start moving toward the stairs. Perhaps I should have pushed her away enough so that while I walked, the movement of my legs moved her slightly up and down, so that we were making love, standing, walking, moving, while I carried to her bedroom. However, I could tell by Anna’s grip on me, and the sounds she was making in my ear, that I should not and could not move her away. As I started up the stairs, she moved even father from me, although she never went farther than to squeeze the tip, before pressing against me again. I never thought I would be making love to Anna before taking her upstairs, but here we were, just making it to the second floor, in a minor frenzy of pleasure, the bed awaiting us. I was concentrating so hard on holding her, walking steady and maintaining my balance, that I was able to control myself for the moment, despite the amazing sensations I was feeling. As we crossed the threshold of Anna’s bedroom, another scent began to mingle with Anna’s perfume. I had never smelled it before, but instantly knew what it was. It was the smell of sex, and it was amazing. I was elated to know how aroused Anna’s was, that she could fill the hallway with her scent. I hope it was only the beginning to that scent for the evening. Looking over Anna’s shoulder as she held me tightly, I saw the bed, perfectly made, a soft comforter on top with many pillows, and half a dozen lit candles giving the room a very soft glow. My body was beginning to get a little tired from carrying Anna, but before I put her down on the bed, a question came to my mind through the haze of pleasure centered between us. As I started to speak her weight sank against me and her wet walls slid down and squeezed me, eliciting a moan rather than a question. Once the pleasure wave passed, I gathered myself. “Did you expect to be bringing me upstairs, Anna?” I asked softly, looking towards the candless. I felt her lips move up my neck, and suck on my ear lobe. “Expecting, no. Wanting very badly, yes,” she breathed. “Now, no more words, Sean. Sit down on the bed. Please.” The words were too softly spoken to be a command, but I obeyed anyway, and soon her knees were on the bed, squeezing my hips, her hands grasping my chest. She stared down me with a smile, as she guided herself up and down, slowly on my shaft. The control I had while I was focused on getting us up the stairs was gone, and all my being was centered on the sexual connection between us. It was beyond any pleasure I could have imagined, and the moaning and thrashing I was doing let Anna know that very thing. In a lucid moment while she rested against me, I reached my hands up and cupped her breasts, feeling their weight, and the hardness of her nipples against my palms. As he pulled herself almost completely away, I took her nipples between my fingers and pinched, and for the first time, we moaned at the exact same moment. The moment broke down the wall for both of us, and before I could grasp for control, I felt myself jerk and spasm, and orgasmic bliss took hold of me. If it were just my release, it would have been wonderful enough, but Anna orgasmed at that exact moment, and her muscles squeezed and clenched me, milking me, pulling not just on my erection but on my very soul. We were one at that moment. I didn’t black out, but I lost awareness for a few minutes, until my senses returned from my groin to their usual places. Anna was now resting against me, breathing heavily, her arms underneath her chest, pressed between us. I managed to put my arms around her, and when I squeezed she sighed, a contented sigh. I didn’t want to move, in fact, I didn’t think I had the will to move, but it was an uncomfortable position. Without ever pulling myself out of her, I moved us both fully on to the bed. I managed to get Anna’s arms from underneath her and she let them rest weakly against my sides. As tired as I was, I didn’t want to sleep. I wasn’t sure if Anna was dozing, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to feel her against me. I felt that I had found a place where I was comfortable, where I was supposed to be, where I was happy. “Sean,” Anna whispered. “Anna,” I responded. “Don’t leave,” she sighed. “I don’t plan on it, I don’t have to be home..,” I started, but Anna interrupted. “No, not just tonight. Don’t leave me ever again. Please.” “I… I…” A Literary Mistake Ch. 03 There were several long, silent moments when I couldn't respond to Anna. Her words cut right through to my very soul, an awakening from the sexual afterglow I had been enjoying. She looked at me thoughtfully, as her words were digesting inside me. "Sean," she whispered. The warmth in her eyes was unmistakable, and it took my breath away. I realized with that singular utterance that I never wanted to leave her. In just a short time I had found the one person who truly understood not only my writing, but my spirit, the source of that writing. I thought and thought for the right words to say, but finally I leaned towards her and kissed her softly, squeezing her tired body with as much caring and loving as I could. When finally she lifted her body away, she kissed my forehead. "I know that this has happened very fast Sean," she said quietly, "but I can't deny what I feel, I can't deny the connection that we have." She took my hand, her fingers intertwining with mine. "For the time being we have to be discreet, at least until you graduate. I don't want to cause any problems in your life. On the contrary," she murmured as she caressed my cheek," I was to make your life wonderful, every single moment." "Anna," I managed, pressing my hand on top of hers," You have given me more in this short time than I could have thought possible, or even written about. I will do everything you ask to keep things quiet until we are both free to be together openly. I wish that I could stay here, with you, from now on. I know that I will have to wait patiently for that." I kissed her softy, touching my head to hers. 'My dear Sean, let's worry about this in the morning." Her body fell limp with exhaustion, fitting against mine so perfectly, that I didn't need to adjust myself. Before I could utter another word, she was breathing as if in slumber, and with my eyes slowly closing, I wasn't far behind. Hours later, I awoke, needing to relieve myself, and I noticed that Anna's warm body wasn't there. I looked around the darkness of the room, and she was nowhere to be found. My first thoughts were of panic, but they were replaced by the feeling of my bursting bladder. I went to the first door I found and it was the master bath, which I felt relieved to find. I did my business, and went out of the bedroom to seek Anna. The floor creaked under my feet, and despite knowing we were the only two there, I tried to keep quiet. Even the stairs seemed to warn the cool air of my coming. My eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness, and as I hit the floor downstairs, I felt aware that Anna was close. Perhaps I was already developing a new sense for her, perhaps it was a lingering scent of her perfume. Which ever was true, I felt her before I saw her silhouette in the window, looking outside, toward the back of the house. The living room window was large, with a bench in the opening. She was sitting, with her legs pulled up, her chin resting on her knee. I couldn't see her eyes, but I knew somehow that she was awake, looking at the starts. I moved slowly towards her, not trying to keep quiet any longer, but not making the noise I was on the upstairs floor. She didn't turn towards me as I came very close to her. As I approached the window, the moon light allowed me to see her face, delicately soft, her eyes open and staring into the distance. The rest of her body, some parts obscured, was still nude. When my hand came to rest on her shoulder, she didn't jump, instead she sighed; at least I didn't scare her on my approach. "Anna, are you alright?" I asked quietly. I caressed her skin gently, trying to offer more than just emotional comfort. "I'm just a little overwhelmed, Sean. I woke up a little while ago, and couldn't get back to sleep, even in your arms. I didn't want to disturb you by tossing and turning." I knelt next to her, kissing her shoulder. "It felt strange, waking up and not finding you laying against me," I said. My words had some affect on her because she turned her head slowly towards me. "To be honest, I felt safer there too, but I need to come down here to try and think clearly," she chuckled, and touched my face. "Scoot up here and hold me, Sean." She moved her body forwards, and I sat down behind here. There was plenty of room there for both of us. I brought my legs up, and she slid back, resting against my chest, her hands on my knees. I kissed the top of her head, smelling the sweetness of her hair. I looked out of the window, and saw the trees that lined her yards. They were swaying with the soft wind, allowing the moonlight to shine through at random intervals. The trees' movement seemed to catch in my body, and I swayed back and forth, rocking Anna long with me. She murmured softly, and she turned her body so her head was rest between my head and shoulder. Her body slowly curled up, and soon she was asleep again, just as she was earlier in bed. I held her lightly, not wanting to disturb her with sudden or harsh movements. As the moments passed she moved a little to make herself more comfortable. She rubbed up against me in a way that aroused me completely. With her warm, nude body pressed against me, it became almost painful after awhile, my need for her growing, I struggled for a few moment trying not to touch her and wake her, but finally I realized that she needed a quiet, sound sleep more than intimate activity, emotional and physical comfort, rather than sexual. I managed after fifteen minutes of arguing with myself, and thinking about random subject, to calm myself and my penis, and managed to fall into a minimal sleep. When I awoke, sunlight was starting to assert itself in the sky, and the birds sitting just outside the window were chattering up a storm. I reached up to rub my eyes, and the slight moment caused Anna to stir. She blinked her eyes and she looked out the window, then put her hand in front of her face. "I guess I finally fell asleep," she said in a tired voice. "Yes, thankfully," I said," I was thinking you wouldn't be able to sleep like that, but you sleep like a baby, at least you looked like you did." "Maybe if I wasn't in direct sunlight, I would have slept longer," she said with a smile. She yawned, and rubbed her eyes, turning away from the window. "What time is it?" I looked toward the clock in the kitchen. "5:45," I said. "Well, I don't think I'll be able to get to sleep with that racket," she grumbled and pointed towards the birds. "I think I'll take a shower." She stood up, stretching, and padded towards the stairs. I sat there by the window, unsure of what to do. This was my first morning after. I thought for a moment about getting my clothes and leaving, but Anna's head poked around the wall by the stairs. "Hey, silly, I figured my tone of voice was enough of an invitation, but I guess not," she giggled. "Why don't you join me?" Her finger beckoned to me, and I felt myself being pulled towards her. A few confused moments later, Anna was in the shower and I was standing in front of the toilet. Once I was finished, I pulled back the curtain and put one foot inside. I saw the back of Anna's body, her hair wet and sticking to her neck and shoulders, water cascading down her back, between the cheeks of her butt and down her legs. I was lingering under the affects of my typical morning erection, but the sight only reinforced the blood flow. She turned towards me slowly, the more voluptuous parts of her body coming into view, and for a moment I lost my breath. There was an expectant look on her face, but what she was expecting, I wasn't sure. She was holding a bar of soap in her hand, slowly moving them, creating a wealth of lather. She moved close to me and started washing my neck, then my shoulders. Her hands made slow, small circles over my skin, her breasts just barely touching my chest, her eyes fixed on the area of my body she was washing. I tried to control my arousal, but with all that amazing stimulation, I couldn't, and I felt the head start to press up against her belly. She merely sighed, and gently slid her fingers down and around my arms. I watched her face, every moment that she was close to me, a slight smile on her lips, seemingly enjoy her task. She spent a lot of time of time on my torso, murmuring to herself as she went, but not saying anything I could understand. As she crept closer to my crotch, my breathing became a little desperate, not wanting her to touch there yet, because it would be an instant orgasm. Just as she came to my hair, she stood, and motioned me to turn around. I couldn't see what she was doing, only feeling her soapy hands as they traveled slowly, from my shoulders, to my back, to my butt, to my legs. I thought our lovemaking the previous evening was the most erotic thing I had ever done, but this had quickly replaced it. I was so completely aroused, ready to burst, and she hadn't even gone close to my penis. Something else caught my attention, a strange sound I couldn't place at first. I looked to find the source of it, and it was behind me. When I turned, I understood. Anna was humming to herself, a light melody. It was incredibly cute and romantic. She gave me a half-chiding look for interrupting her washing, but I was overcome, and I took her up into my arms. She playfully patted me, but didn't stop me. When I kissed her lips her body melted into me, her arms encircling me and holding tight. I barely thought of the danger of slipping on the wet shower floor, so filled I was with passion at that moment. For the second time in twenty-four hours, Anna's legs were wrapped around me, her feet off the floor, her body begging for me to enter her. As I moved us closer to the wall of the shower, I felt her pull her body up, position herself perfectly for me. As her back touched the shimmering wall, she said, "Take me, Sean." I thought of everything except for sex at that point, not wanted to end our coupling too early. Entering her was just as wonderful as the night before, but the situation, the water splashing our sides, Anna's slippery hands moving up and down my back, added so much to the experience. As I hit home, and our torsos touched, I helped Anna to me, out of a singular need to make her part of me. We moved slowly, trying to blind our minds to raw passion, although after a few moments, all free thought was gone, and I felt her hips moving back against mine with startling pace and strength. Her moaning in my ear was shaking me so much that I thought I would fall and hurt both of us. I tried to move my hips slowly, but Anna's body was so insistent that I couldn't hold back and I felt myself pounding her. We became animals, our grunting becoming louder than the shower itself. The raw intensity and sensation drove me over the edge very quickly. My orgasm was strong, and I was consumed by it, only after I felt the water on my body again did I notice Anna slumped in my arms, totally spent. I slowly lowered her back to her feet, my penis slipping out of her. She was breathing heavily, part from our love-making and part from being under the hot water for so long. I let the water rise us quickly, then I carried her out of the shower, and resting her on the toilet, dripping. I shut off the shower then grabbed a towel. She was slumped over, but there was a soft smile on her face. I learned that morning that there is nothing more sensual and arousing as the wet skin of a woman's body pressed up against you, eagerly awaiting the ecstasy of an orgasm. I also learned that it very, very difficult to leave someone so soon after love- making. It was already late in the morning when we finally were clothed and sitting at the breakfast table, drinking coffee and eating bagels. We were talking quietly, but not saying much at all. I knew I had to get home, already risking punishment from my parents for being out all night. We had a long embrace, and long soft kisses before I left. As I drove home, the spring sun warm on my face, the world seemed different. There was so much to think about, and to talk about with Anna, now that there was an unbreakable bond between us, but we agreed to leave that for another day. Sitting next to me, in the passenger seat was a brand new journal, something Anna had handed to me before walking out her door. She told me that she wanted it to be for stories, poems, anything that I wrote for her. Those works didn't have to be about her per se, but if I had her in mind in some way, they would go in that book. She said she had a similar journal for her thoughts about me. As I pulled up to my parents' house, I sat for a moment and closed my eyes, letting my mind wander. After opening my eyes again, I headed straight inside for a pen, ready to use the first page of my new journal.