0 comments/ 13973 views/ 1 favorites The 12-Step Program By: Otzchiim Step 1. The Meeting Last November Mary Elizabeth Kawicki went out to the supermarket on a Monday evening to do her week's grocery shopping. Usually she would have done that on Friday night or sometime on Saturday or Sunday, and then again on Wednesday. But she had worked late on Friday night, and then on Saturday she was a little under the weather and depressed, and on Sunday she visited her mother and her younger sister. To be honest about it, visiting her family also made Mary Beth a little depressed. Her mother worried very audibly about the way the younger daughter was turning out, and Mary Beth couldn't quite bring herself to say that she was not sure it was worth the worry. Susan was wilder than her older sister, but Mary Beth wished she herself had been more that way. At least sometimes she did. Part of her depression on Saturday was because she was not doing anything on Saturday night. That had been true for a couple of weeks, but she wasn't used to it yet. Mary Beth was getting over a long relationship, and still wondering if she had done the right thing in being out of it. The man in question had wanted her to do things that she didn't feel she was ready for -- you know which ones. And she couldn't really be sure that she should have said no to him. She was in a pretty blue mood. Mary Beth sometimes thought that she should avoid the food store on weekends, since that was when everybody else seemed to do their shopping, but to judge by this Monday it wouldn't have made much difference. The place was packed. She filled her cart and got in line and she was up to third in line when the cash register broke down. She looked quickly around, but all the other lines were even longer now than when she had picked this one as slightly the shortest. This in a strange way cheered her up, since she now had something to complain about that took her mind off her personal worries. The man in front of her turned around and introduced himself to her. He said a bit wryly that they may as well get acquainted since they seemed likely to spend some time together here. Mary Beth had to admit that if this was a blatant pick-up line, it was also an honest one. And it superficially made sense. She decided that she might as well talk to him, since they were not going anywhere at the moment. It was close to twenty minutes later before the register was repaired and they were rung through. She probably could have left before then by going to another line, but after the first minute or so she wasn't paying attention to the time. This man, Frank Davis, was interesting to talk to. And nobody but her cat would notice if she got home a little later. Frank got through a minute before she did, of course, but he stayed right there and helped her pack her bags. They shared a cart out to the parking lot, still continuing the conversation. His car was closer in than hers. When they got there, Frank turned to Mary Beth and asked her about a date next Friday night. She had been expecting this to come, and expected to say no... But then she had second thoughts. She felt that he was nice, she knew now that they shared some interests, and she could do worse -- God knows she had at times, and on longer acquaintance. So she said yes to dinner and a movie next Friday, and she gave him her phone number. Step 2. The First Date Mary Beth wanted to wear something for Frank that would counter-act the impression he would have gotten of her from the jeans and wool sweater he had seen her in at the super-market. But on the other hand she didn't want to get too fancy. She decided on a plain black dress with a necklace and a little jacket. Frank picked her up at seven, exactly on time, and they went to a restaurant. The food was very good, and the conversation was better than it had been in the check-out line, perhaps from being in a more relaxed atmosphere. He had picked a nice romantic movie, the kind that never seems to get made these days. (Mary Beth thought to herself that Frank had more of an understanding of her tastes than she expected from just twenty minutes of talk in a supermarket line, but she wasn't going to complain, thank you very much.) She left the theatre half-dreaming, and not just because it was getting late. Afterward they went out for coffee in a little place only a few blocks from where she lived -- and therefore some distance from where he lived. To her surprise, the waitress knew him by name. Frank said only that he used to come here a lot. She guessed from this that he came here with an old girlfriend, but why not? She was years past wanting a man who had no experience with women, if she ever did. And anything about his past that was relevant she could find out later -- and what was she doing thinking about being that serious about him already, anyway? He might not be interested in dating her again. Frank drove her to the door of her apartment house and they stood for a little while talking there. She hated to let an evening as nice as this one end, but it was getting late. Mary Beth did not want to invite him in now, since she felt it would give him the wrong impression. (He had been in her apartment when he picked her up that night.) He also knew that they must say good night soon, so he asked her if she was willing to go out with him again on the next Saturday night, eight days away. Mary Beth was very happy to say yes to him and she told him what a nice night he had given her. She was old-fashioned enough to not want to give a kiss on the first date, but still she was thinking very much of making an exception in this case. Mary Beth was trying to make up her mind about it, and how to state her attitude if she decided against it, when Frank just planted a kiss on her cheek, said "Goodnight, Mary," and walked off down the street whistling. She stood a moment trying to decide whether Frank had been forward enough to object to or not. He had been so gentle about it! Step 3. The Second Date The next week went fairly quickly, but Mary Beth still found herself thinking about Frank Davis at times. Nothing serious, but she kept recalling that he had a nice face and a nice smile, and that the evening she had spent with him had been even nicer. The Saturday before Thanksgiving, this was. It was warm that autumn, and the city squeezed some extra concerts into their series in the park. That was where they went when Frank picked her up at eight. That was the last concert for the year, and the weather was barely warm enough by the end. She kept her coat on for the last part of the concert. Mary Beth had been working on laundry all day, and she was a bit sleepy. Between that and the little chill and the way the music got her dreaming and the way Frank was so warm with his arm around her, she did not want to get up at the end. Frank Davis was very comfortable and relaxing to be with, she found. They stopped in a coffee-shop after that, and the pie and two cups of coffee she had woke her up again. When Frank took her home they parked for a while just outside her apartment house. When she thought about the evening, as she wrote of it in her diary, she could not remember when they parked nor how long they sat in the car talking, but it was well after midnight before she went in. Frank got out of his car to walk across the street with her, to her door. This time Mary Beth had decided (oh, around Tuesday or Wednesday) that she did want to kiss him goodnight. He certainly deserved that much encouragement from her. When they reached the downstairs door she turned to face him, and he said to her: "You said you are going to see relatives next weekend. Meet me Friday after, at seven? I'll call during the week to see what we want to do." Those were exactly the words that Mary Beth had hoped to hear, and she happily said "Yes!" She puckered up her lips to kiss him goodnight. And that imp of the perverse she had spent the evening with just bypassed her intent and gave her two quick kisses, one on each cheek, then skipped down the steps and back to his car. First he had been a little forward with her (but not enough to object to) and then he had been a little shy (but he got two kisses instead of one). Either way, he left her wanting to see more of him. Was this all some carefully worked out plan, or was it just the way he was? Maybe it didn't matter. Step 4. A Solid Kiss Mary Beth went to her mother's for Thanksgiving, and she helped to fix a big dinner for relatives. Her mother sat and drank wine after nearly everyone had left, and got maudlin. It was the second Thanksgiving after her husband had died, and the first time that there were many people in the old house since then. Mary Beth spent the night on a cot rather than going home. She had taken the next day off, and she ended up staying until Sunday noon. Her sister went out with her boyfriend both Friday and Saturday nights and after they left her mother worried about the couple, though Mary Beth still couldn't see quite why. The boy was a bit public in displaying affection, but nowhere near as extreme as some Mary Beth had seen. She thought Susan could handle him, or was sensible enough to know if she couldn't. Things had changed since her mother's day; they had changed since Mary Beth was Susan's age, and that had been only a few years. Mary Beth suspected that the real problem was that Susan was the last one left at home, and her mother was unwilling to have her move out. And unwilling to admit it, either. The next Friday was the first one in December. Frank and Mary Beth met at six, and ate dinner in an Italian restaurant. Then they went to a movie, which they both found boring although it had certainly sounded good in the reviews. They stopped for pies and cokes afterward and talked happily. When they went by her place, Mary Beth looked at Frank and thought that perhaps he would like some privacy. While she had certainly had much more trouble in her life with men with groping and wandering hands than with the opposite, she almost wondered if Frank wasn't being a little too polite and respectful. Perhaps he would be less restrained if she asked him if he'd like to come into her apartment and talk a while longer before they said goodnight. Mary Beth wasn't used to being the aggressive one, but she had decided that she wanted to kiss him right on the lips before he left that night. He leaned forward and kissed her ear, and held her as he did. It was a surprisingly gentle kiss, and surprisingly long. The contact of their bodies affected her more than seemed reasonable. She exhaled raggedly. He did too, his lips still against her ear. She tried to move toward his mouth. Once again he tried to half-coyly avoid it, but she held his face still and closed in. His hand moved to her face so slowly that the movement seemed reluctant. His fingers framed her chin, she lifted her face to his, and his mouth descended. When their lips touched there was a surprise waiting for her. His tongue got in her mouth, and she found that he was either very good at kissing or very serious about it -- if there was a difference in his case. She felt the room begin to fade away, and she heard the blood rushing in her ears. "No," she breathed, but didn't resist him. She should turn her face away, tell him to go. She couldn't. But she feared that if she showed even a flicker more of response it would set them both off like wildfire. He drew back slightly. "I'm taking advantage of you," he said almost in a whisper. So take advantage of me, she said to herself. She, too, withdrew. Her arms had been around his waist. She pulled them away as if she'd been grasping fire. She put them behind her back and locked them together. But he didn't release her. One arm stayed around her, holding her near. The other hand stroked her hair, then settled on the side of her throat. He looked at her mouth, then into her eyes. She knew what he was thinking: tell me to stop. "We've got to stop," she said, her voice tight. He shook his head. "I wasn't going to do it this way." "Yes," she said, looking away in confusion. "I wasn't either." He started to lower his mouth to hers again. "But I kept thinking about it." She summoned all her willpower and pulled away, turning her back to him. "I thought about it too. It's not a good idea." His face had a mixture of doubt and desire and amusement on it, but she could not see that. He stepped nearer, put his hand on her shoulder as if he would turn her to face him again. "No," she said. "We don't know each other that well. This is crazy." "I would like to get to know you better," he replied. And prepared to go. But before he was out the door, she ran to him and this time she was the aggressor, at least to start with. Soon Mary Beth relaxed in his arms and it was a while before she left them, though maybe not as long as it seemed to her. They said goodnight after agreeing to meet next Friday. It seemed like hours until her heart slowed down. After that they spent every Friday and Saturday evening together. Step 5. The Plot Thickens That third date may have been the low point of their relationship, for all that it ended so well. By February, they had settled down to ending every date with something grand and glorious in the way of smooching to round off a perfect night, and they were spending more time at it as the months passed. And then one night, after dinner and a travel lecture, they sat together on the couch in his apartment and he looked deep into her eyes and she looked back at him. What he saw in her eyes she didn't know, because Mary Beth had become unsure of what was in her own mind these days, except that she liked being with Frank. Whatever it was he saw, he decided to act upon it. His hand went to her throat and caressed it, as he had many times before though not as often as she might have liked. He kissed her and he took down the first button on her blouse. That was not the first time that a man had done that -- and many more had tried -- but it was the first time Frank had done it to her. Mary Beth halfway wanted to stop him and halfway wanted to let him go on. She held my breath and did not move. She drew back and looked up into his eyes, divided as to what to do. He took down the second button. His lips kissed her again while his right hand reached in to cup her breast. And then he lifted up the bra and touched her nipples, and she drew in a sharp breath. After a little while she found herself getting more excited than she felt comfortable with and she asked Frank to stop -- though she found it very hard to do so by then. He drove her home not long afterward. When they stood at the open doorway of her apartment, she hid her face in his chest for a moment, then said, "Kiss me," in a low quivering voice. His heart pounded once, twice, three times -- so hard he felt it throb through his body and deep in his groin, making him hard there. With aching slowness, she lifted her lips to his. She kissed him with a mixture of shyness and boldness that made him want to take her, right there on the rug and without bothering to shut the door. And when he kissed her back, he knew his touch told her that, hotly and with eloquence. While they did say goodbye to each other, Mary Beth wanted him all night as she lay in bed. Step 6. Temptation And that was where things stood for the next month, or rather a little further. Now on most nights in each other's company, Mary Beth removed his tie and shirt and ran her hands over his bare back and his chest. Now on most nights Frank also undressed her to the waist and he touched her nipples with one wide-spread hand while he darted his tongue into her mouth. His lips and tongue also went down to caress her nipples while he lay her back on her couch or his, depending on the night, and her hands held him there as he did it. One night Mary Beth gathered her courage and wore a sweater with nothing under it. He discovered that when he kissed her after he had taken her home, and their kiss that night was very long and deep. His hands went up her bare back and pulled her to him and she felt his long hard shaft press against her more than ever before. He took his breasts in her hands, and she ached with pleasure. She hugged him more tightly. One night in the end of March, they stayed indoors and watched a TV show upon her set. Neither of them wanted to see anything that was available at the movies, but they still wanted to see each other. This was not the longest time they had spent together -- there were several long Saturday afternoons they had shared by then -- but the longest with no distractions from each other. Perhaps oddly, they postponed the partial undressing for a long time that night but they finally went much further than they had before. Frank put his hand on her leg and slowly up under her skirt. His palm rested when he reached her panties and he softly pressed down. He held her for a while, then went to the waistband and under it. No one had ever done that before, but Mary Beth knew that she wanted him to do it, that and more. All of her doubts and fears came up at once. She was not sure how much further she wanted to go, or whether she would have the will-power to stop him if he wanted to go further than she did. His finger entered her and she cried out. Her hips rocked back and forth in orgasm as he continued to touch and rub and stretch her there. The physical release did not drain her half as much as the emotional one did. As he rose to go that night, she wound her arms desperately around his neck. His hands roamed slowly up and down her body. She rose on tiptoe to press herself against him more closely. Every place he touched her seemed the right place. Every move his lips, his tongue made against hers seemed more than right; it seemed so perfect it might break her heart. Mary Beth wanted Frank to stay with her that night, more than before, and she fought hard for the strength to let him go. But the strength was his at the last. He understood the confusion and hesitation she felt, and he left her a little earlier than usual -- perhaps for the sake of his own sanity. Step 7. Decision In April Mary Elizabeth Kawicki went to see the family doctor for her annual checkup. John Weiner had not delivered her, perhaps, but he was the one she had been taken to for everything medical that a small child develops. And as she got older and moved out, she still kept going to him. He was at an age now where he was plainly thinking of retirement, though not quite yet. He had treated her mumps and measles, and listened to her half-embarrassed questions when her first period came. He knew everything about her and she trusted him completely. So when he asked how her life had been lately, she told him. She told him all about Frank, and discussed things that she had almost hidden from herself. He listened to her and looked thoughtful, then reached for his prescription pad and wrote on it. He showed Mary Beth the piece of paper. She was a little surprised, but he told her to take the prescription with her. Then he carefully explained some things to make sure that she knew them. She did. She thought about Frank while she stood in line at the drugstore and paid her money out. She thought about the way Frank made her feel, and how he had become half of her life, and all the things she longed to do with him. She thought to herself, when the doubts came up, that she was not actually making a decision she might regret, she was just making it easier to make the decision. And she might not regret it at all. Mary Beth thought about Frank as she drove home, with waves of different emotions following each other. She went up the stairs of her apartment house, and as she let herself in, she prayed for strength to last just one month more, then felt guilty for the prayer. Then she decided she shouldn't; praying for strength was always proper. The 12-Step Program And so she placed on the bathroom shelf the little bottle of birth control pills that Dr. Weiner had given her the prescription for. Step 8. The Night Arrives On Friday, May 18th, Mary Beth fixed dinner for the two of them and they watched a videotape together in her apartment. She had asked Frank for this last month to go easy on the physical affection, although she had not told him the reason for her request -- that she was almost in a position to remove all their restraints on that. After he left her that night, she sat and thought for the fortieth time in thirty days about what she wanted to do, and she came to the same decision that she always had. On Saturday the nineteenth, they went to dinner and a lecture, then came back to his place at ten o'clock. They sat on his couch and Frank held her, and Mary Beth lay quietly there for a moment, gathering the courage to carry out what she had decided on. She turned her face up and looked into his eyes and said, "I want to sleep with you tonight." His eyebrows raised (she loved the way he looked when he did that) and he said to her: "I thought you might have been working your way in that direction. I am very happy that you would want to. I have prophylactics in my bedroom." She shook her head. "No. I know that I could trust you not to have any diseases. I've been thinking about making love to you without any restraint, any limitations, and I have been taking birth control pills for a month. I want it to be as natural as I possibly and safely can. I want to take your seed into me, and to feel it when I do." Frank trembled with emotion when he kissed her. He stood up and extended his hands down to her to help her rise. They walked together until they stood beside his bed. There he walked slowly around her, removing each item of her clothing one at a time until Mary Beth stood before him completely naked. He then took off his own clothes, with her occasional assistance. He seemed to be deliberately avoiding any touching of skin to skin for the moment, and she almost completely cooperated in this. When they were both without any clothing at all, he stood and stared at her for a moment, and then he reached out and folded her into his arms and he kissed her. She shivered at the touch of his lips on hers, the touch of his body against hers, and the touch of that wonderful hard tube digging into her belly. He stared in hungry wonder at her breasts. He had wondered when he first met her about her breasts, wondering if they were beautiful. He knew now that they were, with soft brown nipples, but he was still surprised and excited each time to see just how beautiful they were. He stepped nearer to her, shaping his hands to fit her breasts. He lowered his mouth to hers and he kissed her until she was breathless from it. Then he bent, kissing her breasts, making love to them until she gave a long shaky sigh. His hands caressed her everywhere, back and front, and reaching down behind her to touch the region that was weeping tears of joy for him. Mary Elizabeth Kawicki responded to him with all of the abandon that she could find in herself, for the first time in her life holding nothing back. There were now neither physical nor psychological barriers to primal animal action, and all her late-night lonely fantasies could reach reality. He lifted her up in his loving arms, first straight up, and then shifting to hold her by the shoulders and below the pelvis, and he carried her a step or two forward toward his bed. There he lay her down very gently, and then he lay beside her. Step 9. The Act Itself Mary Elizabeth Kawicki lay totally naked on the bed and in the arms of Frank Davis. She turned toward him and her mouth began to form some statement, but it turned into a gasp of desire when his lips touched one nipple and began to caress it. One hand found the other nipple and she held his head there for a long moment. He brought a flush to her face as her mounds grew more sensitive. As her pulse increased, Mary Beth became more excited below, in the area that began to ache yet more to be filled by him. He moved up and leaned forward and brought his mouth to hers again. The hungry pressure of it was too demanding, the hot invasion of his tongue too mind-bending to allow any kind of coherent thought to dominate. She was on fire for him, kissing him back with a raw abandon that had nothing to do with intelligent reasoning. But she did not need to think now, only to feel. Her whole body was suffused with the pleasure that her mouth was drinking in. Little rivulets of flame sped along her veins, melting her bones and thickening her blood. His tongue seduced hers, assaulted hers, sucked hers into his mouth with a greedy possession, and her arms crept around him now without her really being aware of it. Her breasts were taut and swollen, aching with desire as was all the rest of her. When Frank's mouth left hers to seek that delicate skin again, Mary Beth sighed with satisfaction. She trembled when his mouth took possession of one engorged peak and suckled eagerly. She had never experienced the surge of emotion that the sight of his head against her breast inspired in her. Her hand cradled his head and her fingers slipped into his fine light hair. His lips eased one ache but they did nothing for the greater one. But that would come... His hand grazed her face, then went down to her neck and breasts and slowly toward the core of her womanhood. There Frank delicately probed her, opening her up and exploring the outside and inside of the untouched region. Mary Beth held her breath for a second when his hand went to that region. His fingers glided over the short dark hairs and touched and caressed her until her thigh muscles relaxed and her legs slowly opened for him. His fingers caressed her labia, pulling and spreading, and her secretions covered his fingertips. He tried to spread her open with his fingers, but he found her entrance so drawn together that he feared for the pain that any later much deeper entry might cause her. But he did not say that, since he knew that such mention might make her freeze up and make the pain far worse. And the muscles did indeed relax as she became soft and wet under his fingers. He was preparing her as much as anyone could. Eventually Mary Beth exclaimed, "I can feel air going up inside of me! I -- I think I'm ready for you. I know that I want you..." He swung his body over between her legs and knelt there and used his hand to place the head of his erection at her entrance. She gasped, in anticipation and a bit of worry at the pain he might cause. He dropped his head to her nipple and used his lips on it, drawing it out, then moved to the other one. The tension she felt got a lot worse with the delay of his entry, and she became more excited. Then he dropped his hand to where they were barely joined and stroked her. He slid in for a fraction of an inch and stopped, and she began to twitch her hips. When Frank touched the membrane that prevented his full entry, he apologized for the pain that he might cause, and Mary Beth told him that it would cause her far more discomfort if he did not go on. She looked up with a wild light in her eyes and said: "Frank, I love you!" Then she reached her hands up and brought his head up to her lips, and he entered her down a well-lubricated path. His technique for removing her nervousness succeeded so well that the stroke that broke her hymen almost gave her an orgasm. There was the slightest touch of pain when he broke through her maidenhead, but a great deal of pleasure and wonder. All her doubts and fears about what they were doing were swept away along with that bit of skin. He had made her a woman. Step 10. Completion It seemed to Mary Beth as if his instrument of love was opening her up a foot or more, as if his erection had impossibly grown since he had entered her. But still she felt that she wanted all of it, taking as much as he could give her. She wanted all of his love, all to herself, forever. Frank found her to be incredibly, impossibly tight, such that the pleasure was almost unendurable. But he worried that he was still causing her pain and that she was, for his sake, letting no sign of it escape. His worry was needless; after that first small twinge when he took her virginity, it all was good, so wonderful that she could barely believe that she was still within the mortal world. Her legs spread very wide to take all of him in and they wrapped around to keep him there. His long slow strokes were matched nicely by her hip-bumps, and when he speeded up so did she. She found it wonderful to feel him tunneling deep into her, to barely catch her breath from one glorious stroke before the next came thundering in. It was wonderful to have him most of the way out of her, with the head of his penis going in and out of the area right at her entrance in short strokes while his mouth was at her nipples. It was wonderful to feel his weight on her and to feel his sperm scalding her far up at the last, when she reached fulfillment under him. He made her gasp in shock when he drove in and held her, shooting hot wet semen out. She called his name as he spurted into her. 11. The Next Day On Sunday morning Mary Beth woke up at nine o'clock to find Frank already up and in his kitchen frying eggs for their breakfast. He was wearing a bathrobe, and he had the coffee on. Mary Beth lay there for a moment pondering what sort of man could be so casual and domesticated around a woman after taking her to bed for the first time -- for her first time -- the night before. She decided that it was obviously the kind of man she could live with, which was the way she had already felt anyway. And that was certainly how he felt, since he had left another bathrobe on a chair for her to use. She noticed that it was smaller, arguably feminine, and brand new. Once she got dressed and they had finished breakfast, and she had offered to wash the dishes, he went back to the bedroom and pulled the sheets to wash. His back was turned to her when she glanced in and saw him softly kiss the trace of blood on the sheet that came out when he broke through her maidenhead. Mary Beth felt most strangely about seeing him do that; it seemed so sweet and yet unsettling. Her body ached all over -- deliciously, but still it ached. She was not aroused by the sight of Frank's body at first, or rather only emotionally. He had satisfied her physically last night much more than she would have thought possible, but the price of it was the complaining of muscles that had never been used so vigorously or for so long before. She in fact wondered if she had, as she thought, clamped down and squeezed on Frank's erupting penis inside of her. In that case she had used muscles she had never known she had. But in the afternoon he undressed her and used his hand between her thighs to bring her to a slow peak that did not offend any of the strained parts, and then she did the same for him. She would never have imagined a few months ago that she would be willing to do that, but now she would be willing to do anything to make this man happy. Both now were afraid to bring up what their future together might be. Mary Beth was very disturbed that the subject of marriage had not come up, but she knew that she would be willing to live openly with this man without it, despite what her family and friends might say. Frank was concerned that she had never referred to it even theoretically, that this meant she was solidly against the institution, while he was not sure he could stand a life without her. And he wanted his life with her to be formal, legal, and proud. As they lay there naked and alone, they made their plans to spend together all of the Memorial Day weekend coming up, however. Step 12. The Weekend Frank was at Mary Beth's door at five on Friday afternoon. She had taken off of work an hour early to make sure that everything, including herself, was ready. They went for dinner in a Chinese restaurant, then to an early movie, And then they went back to her place at nine. She had tried not to think tonight, let alone all this past week, of what they both knew, that Frank was going to be with her all night. Since she had come home on last Sunday evening, she had been plagued by doubts as to whether she -- they -- had done the right thing last Saturday. The telephone call in the middle of the week had chased those doubts, but on the next morning they were back. And Frank's presence had done even more to ease her, but still she felt the shadows when they entered her apartment. But once his lips touched hers, she wanted him. She suddenly became the aggressor, battling with her tongue against his to see who would dominate. But he responded in kind, and they both won. Mary Beth said to him, "Frank, I want to have you in my bed tonight. I want you in me tonight. I want it to be wild!" He said, "I am happy that you can be so open about such things with me. But I certainly want you, and I will do everything I can to be as wild as you want." They went straight into her bedroom, where he lay her down fully clothed. He began by kissing her forehead, then went on to her eyelids, her ears, her neck, and her cheeks. He stayed for a very long time at her lips, until she felt as if she would melt and run off onto the floor. He kissed the skin that was bare at the top of her blouse, and he unbuttoned the top button. This left more bare skin for him to kiss, and so he went to the next button. He lingered in the valley between her breasts which her bra left open. When he had completely unfastened all that was holding her blouse on, he pulled it back and lifted her body to pull it off and folded it to set aside. His own shirt took only a moment to cast away, while she admired the thick mat of hair on his chest and back. His hands ran tenderly over her upper body, stroking, kneading, and caressing until she was totally at peace and happy, though eager for him to continue. His index fingers met at a point between and below her breasts and thrust under the bottom edge of her bra. He brought his fingers around her, lifting the bra slightly from her breasts so that the air touched them for a moment before his fingers moved on. He unfastened the hooks in the back and the release of tension brought air to that skin again. Her nipples grew erect in anticipation of his touch. He lifted the bra up and off and her breasts bounced slightly. After he set the bra aside, he touched the pebbled skin of both nipples at the same time with his fingers. It was better than she had recalled. And it got better still when he brought his soft lips to one hard nipple and drew on it. Just as he brought the smallest touch of a tooth to that aureole, he twisted the other nipple with his fingers, and she almost exploded. His hands, his lips and tongue kept her at a very high level of excitement with his kisses and caresses. Then his hand went down to unbutton the little strap at her waist and pull the zipper down. He sat up to take her shoes off and put them on the floor before he removed the skirt. When he slid his right hand back up her leg, along the sheer stocking, it was too much for her to stand for a moment and she pulled him to her to kiss him again. Once she let him go, he got off the bed to remove his trousers and shoes. He returned to her wearing only his socks and shorts and he held her tightly for a long moment. His tongue invaded her mouth and she fought a mock-combat of pure pleasure with him. He rolled her over across his body so that his long hard tube pressed into her belly and grasped her behind with his hands. He kneaded the small of her back, but the tension there was not relieved. Instead it was increased because of her increasing desire for what was pressing against her belly. He stood and dropped his shorts and he saw her eyes flash to follow them, then come back up to where they had been. Then he tugged down her panties. His hand went between her legs as his tongue went into her mouth. Both were wet and ready, and both gave satisfying reactions. He kept his tongue working and she kept hers working, even as he took her to orgasm with his fingers. Then he swung over her and Mary Beth brought her knees up to wrap her legs about him. The entry was very sweet and very tight, and once they had settled into a rhythm he pounded into her with all the force he had. She came to a climax very quickly, then again, then again. The long slow strokes he gave her after that let them both build until they reached a height that had her digging into his back with her fingernails at the same moment that he shot far up into her. And so they slept. And in the morning they made love again, before breakfast. And then again in the early afternoon, and in the evening they took a shower together which began with kisses and caresses and ended with Frank lifting her into the air and impaling her on his manhood as he leaned against the wall of the shower-stall. At Sunday noon he taught her what could be done in the way of oral love, and she taught him how exciting it can be to have someone enthusiastically experiment and learn on your body, with both of them giving and receiving all that they could. That night he braved all the fears of both of them and he asked her to become his wife. She accepted his proposal, and the thought of marrying him caused her soon to accept him more directly, eagerly, until she accepted his sperm deep into her once again. On Monday they spoke of his moving in with her. And that is enough.