"Connie"
by Dirty Dawg

Standard Disclaimer : Pretty straightfoward sex story
here, folks. Enjoy.

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        Along with the bright, rational sunlight of a new
day dawning on the city came yet another decision of what to
wear. Well, not what to wear, exactly, but what to wear
under what I wear. The clothes that I must show to the world
are predefined by my career choices and my desire to succeed
as a corporate attorney. Severely cut, unflattering business
suits are basically the required uniform for the day.
However, no one at my firm can control what I wear
underneath those horrid clothes, and so that's where I let
my true self be expressed. That's where I let the identity I
keep so well concealed has the ability to express itself.
And how do I express my true nature? My inner self?
        By wearing the sexiest, silkiest lingerie I can
find. The specially constructed walk-in closet next to my
bedroom might be filled with suits and dresses in another
woman's life. Mine contains those items that allow me to be
free on the inside, even when the stupid societial
constraints force me to wear unflattering and concealing,
constricting attire. It also contains all my shoes, and my
toys. Other women collect silly porcelin figures or stupid
painted plates or velvet pictures of Elvis. Me? I collect
sex toys to use on my sometimes-unsuspecting but always-
willing partners. There hasn't been a man in my bed who
hasn't gone along exactly with what I wanted, when I wanted,
and how I wanted. And for those times when there wasn't a
regular visitor between my sheets, the toys came in very,
very handy.
        Like this morning, for instance. After getting out
of the shower, I felt that annoying tingle between my legs.
Normally, I would welcome it and encourage it, allowing it
to grow and spread until it covered my entire body, only
giving into the ultimate release of pleasure and joy when it
became unbearable. But this morning, there was no one to
share it with, no one to inform about it, no lover waiting
in my bed to surprise with my always-eager sexuality. All I
had was myself, my hands and fingers...and my toys.
        Pulling open one of the black laquered drawers, I
located a nice seven-inch vibrator and a hand mirror. I took
them back to my bed and lay back against the pillow,
spreading my legs and lightly stroking the silky, soft skin
of my inner thighs as I remembered an intimate experience
I'd had a few weeks ago with a man I'd met at the Knicks
game. He'd been hungry for me, that I could see in his eyes.
He'd taken me back to his loft near midtown, and we'd spent
the night testing the limts of each other's endurance and
stamina. In the end, I'd won, as I always do, and he'd
begged for the chance to sleep and recharge his batteries. I
remembered what we'd done to each other as I felt myself
moistening between my legs, the thick, engorged lips of my
pussy getting slick and hungry for stimulation.
        I enjoyed a leisurly session of masturbation as I
remembered my recent lover's succesful attempts to bring me
to orgasm over and over again. The vibrator, although
wonderful between my legs, was no replacement for a real,
live blood-filled cock, and I ached for a man to share this
moment with. Glancing at the clock, I saw that I was running
a little late, so I quickly cleaned myself up and prepared
for work.
        I chose some sheer stockings (no seam, after all, I
did have to go to work...) a nice red and black satin
garterbelt, black crotchless panties and a matching sheer
demicup bra. Had I been dressing to go out, (or even stay
in, with the right partner,) I would have gone with nippless
bra and higher heels, but since today was a work day and not
a play day, I settled for the demibra and mid-sized heels.
The conservative business suit I draped over my sexy,
alluring body hid all my delicious curves and made me look
like a spinster schoolmarm. Ah, the price one has to pay for
corporate success.
        Sighing, anticipating the moment when I could tear
these clothes from my body, I went to work.

                                      =*=

        Of all the forms of law I could have chosen to
practice, corporate law has the smallest percentage of
actual in-court time. (Aside from patent law, which is
basically a subset of corporate law, in my opinion.) Most of
my days are spent in my office, going over merger agreements
and leveraged buy outs. My speciality is fending off
attempted hostile takeovers. In the 80's, it was an
explosive way to practice law. In the merger-happy 90's,
with corporate downsizing and cost-cutting across the
boards, the financial rewards are smiller, but there is
still money to be made out there, and I'm one of the best.
        On this particular day, I was working on fending off
the hostile takeover of a large cookie manufacturer by an
international conglomerate. It was boring, repititious work,
but I tried to make the best of it as I kept one eye on the
clock. I had a meeting with a new client scheduled in twenty
minutes, and I'd rather be doing that than this. Finally,
the time rolled around for me to meet this new person, and I
buzzed my secretary to see if he had arrived yet. He had,
and Janice, my secretary, showed him in. My appointment book
listed him as "D. Wagner, Wagner Importing," and that was
it. He was a referral from another client.
        As I rose from behind my expansive, glass-topped
desk to greet him my thoughts were on other subjects. A
rather boring looking man entered my office and took my
offered hand, then sat in the chair across from my desk. He
introduced himself as David Wagner, and quickly explained
that he owned an importing business and that he was being
pressured to sell out. He wanted to know what his legal
options were.
        As I explained David's options to him, I noticed
that his eyes were crawling all over my body. Not in an
annoying, cloying way, but more in an appreciatative way. It
had been a long time since a man had looked at me that way
when I was wearing one of my corporate monkey suits. I found
myself oddly flattered and getting a little turned on.
        We concluded our business quickly. As David stood to
leave, he hesitated, then turned back to me and said, "Uh...
I'm not very good at this, and I hope I'm doing the right
thing. I don't suppose you'd be interested in having dinner
with me tonight, would you?" The look on his face was a
combination of hope and something else, something I couldn't
describe. It looked almost as though he was already sure I
would tell him no, thank you. But the look of eager
hopefullness shone through any other emotion, and on the
spur of the moment I decided to accept. We agreed to meet at
a midtown resturant after work, and he smiled and left.
        David Wagner. I sat, slowly twirling in my chair as
I thought about the man I'd just met. There was something
about him, something a little distant and sad, that
interested me. Most of the men that I dated were aggresive
and confident. They were masculine examples of all that was
wonderful about men. David was different. He was unsure of
himself, nervous that I would say no, that I would turn him
down. He was an interesting man.

                                      =*=

        The resturant was doing brisk business when I
arrived, shortly after seven. The headwaiter showed me to
David's table, and he rose to greet me this time. We shook
hands and sat across from each other in the intimate booth.
He'd ordered a caraf of wine for the both of us, and we
enjoyed a few glasses as we unwound from the stress of the
day and talked about our respective jobs. When the waiter
came to take our dinner order, David offered to order for
the both of us, and I allowed him to. Dinner was delicious,
and I found David to be a funny, intelligent
conversationalist who had opinions on everything, and more
importantly, wanted to hear my opnions as well. He flattered
me a few times, telling me how deep and blue my eyes were,
how much he liked my legs, things like that. The compliments
were delivered in a way that told me David almost expected a
rebuke from me.
        Slowly, over dessert, it came out that David didn't
have very much experience with women. He admitted that he
hadn't been out on a date in almost a year, and that he
hadn't dated very much at all, for that matter. It was
obvious that he felt alone and unattractive. Make no
mistake, David was in no danger of challening Fabio for the
most handsome man title, but he wasn't a slouch either. He
was just a little...withdrawn is all. Very unsure of
himself. He needed his confidence lifted a little. He needed
an overwhelming success with a woman.
        That's when I decided to give him one. We were
having after dinner drinks when I slid a little closer to
him and started turining the charm on. I laughed prettily at
all his jokes and made it a point to touch his hands and
arms as much as I could. He turned to look at me, a question
in his eyes. He wasn't sure if it was happening, but I saw
the naked hope on his face that it was indeed happening,
finally happening to him.
        He paid the check and we stood in front of the
resturant. He offered to pay for a cab back to my apartment,
and I told him that he was welcome to...but only if he
joined me in the cab. He blinked a few times, and then
nodded once, quickly. The cab ride was a little strange. I'd
slid over to David's side of the cab and was softly stroking
his thigh as the cab slid through traffic.
        Once we got back to my apartment, I started to feel
much more comfortable. I installed David on the couch and
went to change into something much more comfortable. I got
out of the strangling suit and put a silk dressing robe on
over my lingerie.
        Re-entering the living room I found David still on
the couch.
        David was sitting exactly where I'd left him, in the
same precise position. He hadn't moved an inch. I made us
drinks and brought them over to him, sitting down next to
him, but not too close. We clinked glasses softly and sipped
once. Taking David's glass from his hand, I set it down on
the coffee table (screw the coasters! I thought) and turned
to face him.
        The room was very, very quiet. The sound of the
traffic outside the window was the only break in the
silence. David's soft, brown eyes locked with mine, and I
moved my face a fraction of an inch towards his. He moved
too, a fraction closer. Slowly, with the inevability of the
sun rising, we approached each other. I could smell him, his
masculine scent, feel his hot breath on my face...and I
started getting seriously excited.
        We kissed each other for the first time. His lips
were soft and warm. My head twisted for another angle,
kissing him again, just as softly. I could feel him leaning
towards me, into me, and I opened my mouth to moan with
arousal.
        David pulled back as if he'd been shocked.
        "Did I hurt you?" he asked, worry all over his face.
I had to struggle not to laugh. I wasn't laughing at him...
but it was funny and touching in a...well, sad kind of way.
        "You've never...necked?" I asked, and I saw the
shame and embarrasment flood across his face.
        "No. There weren't any girls who...wanted......" And
at that moment, I realized how lonely this man must be. I
remembered how he'd looked at me in my office, with that
mixture of hope and sadness on his face. I knew that he had
thought, then at least, that regardless of his feelings for
me, that I would never want him.
        That no woman would ever want him. That he was
somehow...not enough. Not handsome enough. Not sexy enough.
Not successful enough. Whatever the woman of the moment was
looking for, he would just not...be enough.
        I took his face in my hands and turned him back to
me, urgently, hungrily kissing his mouth, letting my tongue
play across his lips. "So," I said, pulling away, still
stroking his strong jaw with one finger, "you are...?"
        "A virgin," he confirmed. "In every sense of the
word."
        "You've never...anything?"
        He giggled suddenely. "This," he said, taking a deep
breath, "is the furthest I've ever been with a girl. I mean.
..I've read, and I've thought about it a lot. But...no real
experience."
        He lay back, resting his head on the back of the
couch. I lay against him, my head once again on his chest,
my hand rubbing his pecs through the blue oxford he wore.
        Jesus! I thought. A completely unspoiled virgin.
Unsullied. Mine to do with as I please. To teach and
instruct on the ways of adult phyiscal love. This was going
to be *great*!
        "David," I whispered. "I don't know quite how to say
this." I paused, and he waited for me to continue. "I'm very
attracted to you, and I want to be with you."
        There was a very long pause. Finally he said,
"You'll have to show me. I'm...not sure what to do...
exactly. I mean, I'm familier with the theory and all that..
..it's just that you'll have to tell me when I'm doing
something wrong, or too fast or whatever." I smiled, not
only at his words, but becuase the anticipation of being
with me had started a rather interesting effect in his
pants, an effect that I was now witnessing.
        David nodded and kissed me, softly. We pulled apart,
foreheads touching. "We don't have to do this tonight, I
know that. I want you to be comfor-"
        "David," I said. "Shut up!" Standing, I held my hand
out, and he took it, standing to follow me into my bedroom.
I closed the door to the outside world and turned to face my
new lover. He was staring at me, this hilarious dreamy
expression on his face.
        I stepped up next to him and slung my arms around
his neck. We kissed, his hands at the small of my back. I
opened my mouth and slowly let my tongue ease its way into
his mouth, finding his tongue and touching it, teasing it
with my own. I pulled my tongue back, and he follwed it with
his own, understanding what was happening. We did that for a
few minutes, letting the hunger and the passion grow and
feed upon itself. I reached behind me and took one of his
hands, placing it on my buttock. David's hand closed around
my cheek, and he gasped into my mouth, feeling my soft,
resliant flesh under his touch. The silk dressing gown
outlined and hilighted all my curves.
        David's other hand dropped, of its own volition, to
my other cheek, and he drew me against him, pressing my body
to his, letting his chest flatten and press against my
breasts.
        The kiss gained heat, and my hands came to his face,
holding his cheeks in my own palms, guiding him. His lips
worked hungrily against mine, and I felt and heard him moan
into my throat, once...twice. Reaching behind me again, I
grabbed one of David's hands and lifted it to my left
breast, placing his fingers around it. He felt and tested
the heft and weight of my tit, his fingers slowly tightening
his grip. His touch was so...hungry, I decided. Desperate
for human contact, for connection. I had no doubt that
tonight was going to be the most passionate and romantic
night of my life.
        Stepping back, I smiled my secret little smile and
turned around. I slid the gown off my shoulders and let it
fall in a black silk puddle at my feet. I was reminded of
Christmas morning, of finding brightly wrapped presents
under a lighted tree, of the joy of opening new boxes,
finding new toys and playing with them. David's warm, soft
hands caressed my back, from my neck to the top of my
buttocks, tracing the edge of my garter belt.
        "My God," he whispered, as he saw the sexy
undergarments I wore.
        I felt his breath on my skin, and he kissed my
spine. I shivered and turned around again, losing myself in
another passionate kiss. David returned to the one-hand-on-
the-breast-and-one-hand-on-my-ass thing, and I knew that I
really had to tell him what to do, to show him how to make
love to me.
        "Undress me," I said softly. "Make me naked for you.
Explore my body. Find its secrets!" David looked at me for a
second, his smile wide and boyish. David saw my bra-covered
breasts, my aroused, itchy nipples pushing two hot points
through the cups. Like most men, David was fascinated by my
breasts, and dropped his head for a closer look.
        He kissed one, his hot breath almost stinging me
through the silk of my bra. "Use your tongue," I said. "Lick
my nipple." He did as I told him and softly, gently licked
at me through my bra. My fingers were in his hair, pulling
his head to me as I arched my neck and shivered. His
patience and understanding were sooo arousing!
        Moving to the other breast, David repeated his
actions from the first, blowing and kissing and then gently
licking my nipple.
        I straightened up and basked in David's glow. His
eyes were wide with wonderment as he took in my scantily-
clad form. I could feel the arousal building in me; David
looked at me like I was the most beautiful girl in the
entire world. And at that moment, that's exactly what I felt
like. The definition of female perfection.
        "Now you," I whispered. David was wearing a shirt,
tie and slacks. I stepped in close to him and worked the
knot on his tie, kissing his chin as I worked. The tie came
loose and I slid it out from under his collar, loving the
slick, silky 'hsss' sound it made. I tossed the tie over my
shoulder and bent to his buttons, working them quickly. I
parted the shirt and gasped. David had a wonderful body! His
muscles were clearly defined, a light sprinkling of dark
brown hair, hair that matched the curly mop on his head,
covering his pecs and leading down to his navel.
        I parted the shirt even more, sliding it off his
arms. I kissed his chest, right between his nipples, using
an opened-mouth kiss that let me taste his hot skin. He
smelled wonderful...manly. My hand came up and grasped his
breast the same way he had mine, and I thumbed his nipple.
He gasped.
        I giggled. "Didn't know your own were as sensitive
as mine, didya?" He just moaned as I continued to work his
breast. My hands dropped to his belt as I continued to kiss
and lick his chest. The belt came open under my fingers, and
I slid it out from the loops, tossing it over my shoulder to
join David's tie in a crumpled heap in the corner. The snap
of his pants was next, and then my fingers worked his
zipper. It was...hard...going for a second as the zipper had
to climb this little...mountain. David's pants fell, and he
stepped out of them, having kicked off his shoes moments
ago.
        David and I stood, kissing each other, he in socks
and boxers, I in my underwear. We just stood and enjoyed
each other's bodies for a few moments, David's hairy chest,
scratching against my sensitive breasts and abdomen. He was
so warm against me that I never wanted this to stop.
        Finally, I whispered, "Take off my bra..." David's
hands ascended to the back of my bra, and he fumbled with
the catch. I smiled into his chest and let him work; like
all young men encountering this problem, he would have to
learn how to do it. I turned, so he could see what he was
doing, and felt the sudden release of the elastic. David's
fingers crept up to my shoulders, sliding the straps down my
arms. I felt the bra fall away, my heavy, full breasts
settling against my chest.
        David's eyes were as big as saucers. I tried not to
laugh, but couldn't help it. "You look like someone who just
found religion!" I teased.
        "Well then," he said back, "let me kneel and
worship!" And his mouth closed around my naked breast for
the first time. The pleasure shot straight to my brain, and
to my crotch. I felt myself moistening even more, getting
ready for his penetration. That was going to be special,
wonderful.
        But as I was going to teach David, getting there was
half the fun. Yes, he would discover that there were times
when hunger and passion overtook you, that there were times
when it was more fun and more desirable to just loose your
clothes as fast as you could and start humping like lust-
crazed weasals. But this first time, this most important
time, it was going to be slow and romantic and special.
        David worked my breasts slowly, gently, lovingly. He
kissed and licked and sucked. "Bite my nipples gently,
David. Just use your teeth a little, honey." His sharp,
white teeth closed around one nipple, tugging at it, and I
gasped. It felt sooo good to have someone's hands on me,
touching me, making me feel loved and wanted and desired.
        David buried his face between my breasts, his arms
around around my back. He sat down on my bed and drew me to
him, softly kissing and licking the sides of both breasts as
his hands found my buttocks again and grasped them through
my panties.
        David's cock was poking at his boxers. I reached
down and found it, moving my hand around inside his shorts.
I brought it out into the air and slowly fisted it. David
shook and held me tighter.
        "Don't....if you don't want me to..."
        I stopped, instead kneeling before him. "David...
there's something you need to know. Certain women like to do
certain things more than other women. Part of the fun of
being with a new lover for the first time is disovering all
those things about each other. I like to...give head. Do you
know what that means?"
        "Yes, Connie," he laughed. "I know what that means."
        "How do you feel about that?"
        "Connie, if you put my cock in your mouth, you're
going to get a huge surprise!"
        "Goody!" I giggled, clapping my hands together.
David stood, reaching down and losing his socks, then
yanking his shorts down and kicking them away. His cock
bobbed in my face and I licked my lips, already anticipating
his hot meat in my mouth.
        Now...it was David's turn to enjoy the beneifts of
that labor. This first one was going to be fast, I knew, but
that would make it all the more interesting, and have the
added benefit of making other, more pleasurable actions last
longer.
        David sat back on the bed and spread his hairy
thighs, his cock wiggling in anticipation. I moved slowly,
wanting it to last for him, wanting him to enjoy it as much
as I knew I was going to. From several inches away I began
to blow on his cock, the hot air from between my pursed lips
tickling his throbbing meat. David just grinned at me, and I
swear I could see his cock getting harder before my very
eyes.
        "You know, " I whispered, moving my mouth ever
closer to his meat, "some people think that it's very sexy
to cum in a woman's mouth. Do you agree with that, David?"
He grunted and hunched his hips at me face, apparantly eager
to experience that little treat. Opening my mouth, I used my
pink, moist tongue to lightly lick his cockhead with a
circular swipe. Slurp! Moving my face in closer, I blew on
his balls and cock again, taking the chance and licking his
balls, too. Then I had a sudden inspiration. I would finish
him, quickly this first time, and then give him the blowjob
of his life to get him ready to fuck my leaking, needy
pussy.
        "Hold on, lover," I growled, taking his cock with my
hand. Opening my mouth, I swallowed his cock with a single
lurch of my head, bathing the hot, hard meat with my tongue,
sucking with my cheeks and throat.
        "Oh my God!" David cried, his legs and stomach
muscles contracting, making him do a sit-up with my mouth in
his crotch. "Connie! My God!" His hands were in my hair. My
hand was around his scrotum, and I jiggled, once.
        That was all it took. David grunted, screamed, and
then erupted, shooting what seriously felt like half a pint
of warm, creamy cum into my sucking mouth. I greedily sucked
and swallowed, not wanting a drop to escape. His load was
warm and creamy and delicious, and I wanted every goddamn
bit of it in my stomach.
        As David slowlly ebbed in my mouth, I renewed my
attack, eager to keep him hard and throbbing. My slick,
moist mouth moved smoothly up and down David's cock,
lubricating it with my glistening saliva. My hands worked at
his balls, pulling and tugging at them. More than once I
popped David's cock out of my mouth and worked my way down,
sucking first one, then the other, warm, hairy testicle into
my mouth to lick and suck. As I licked and mouthed his
balls, I continually jacked David's cock, feeling my own
saliva oozing through my fingers. David's hands were by his
sides, and I took one of his hands in mine and put it on my
breast. Closing his fingers around my tit, David started
stroking and playing with my nipple as I sucked his dick.
        David finally pulled me off his cock and into his
arms. We kissed, my cum-slick mouth meshing with his. I
found it highly erotic that David didn't try and wipe my
mouth or make me brush my teeth or something juvinile and
stupid like others had. David not only didn't mind the taste
of himself on my lips and in my mouth, but seemed eager to
find more of his own taste inside me.
        Falling back against the bed, I pulled David on top
of me. We kissed and gently stroked for a long time, and I
could feel his hot hardness pressed against my belly between
us. He was drooling precum onto my stomach, and I wanted
very badly to feel him inside of me.
        "Now you," David said, slowly moving his way down.
"But you'll have to tell me what to do!"
        "I thought you watched movies!" I kidded. He nodded,
his face suddenely serious. "Tell you what," he said, "I'll
do what I think is right, and you just...correct me if I go
astray. How about that?"
        Breathing heavily with arousal, I just nodded
silently. David spread my legs and took a long few seconds
just staring at my molten center. The hair was matted and
slick with my juices, and I suddenely worried that David was
one of those men that found the sight of a moist, open
vagina distasting. I needn't have worried. He was just
getting his bearings.
        Leaning in, David kised my pubic mound, and then
burrowed lower. His nose tickling my clit a little, his
tounge reaching out and tasting me softly.
        "Well...what do you think?"
        "Jasmine," he whispered, trying another small,
tenative taste.
        "Do you know where my clit is?" I asked. A second
later I felt his lips close around it, sending sparks of
pleasure up and down my spine.
        "That it?" he teased.
        "Smart ass," I said, hunching my hips into his face.
Slowly at first, and then faster as he gained confidence,
David began to eat my pussy. He wasn't the best slit-licker
in the business, but he showed promise, and more important
than that, he showed determination and enthusiasam. With
time, and patience, and lots of experience (which I knew I
was going to be more than happy to provide,) he would turn
out great.
        He worked me slowly, and then steadily faster as I
coached him, wriggling his tongue inside me, teasing the
walls of my slit with his tongue, drinking more and more of
my juices with every second.
        At my request, he inserted first one, and then
another finger inside me.
        "You're so hot...and wet." He said, and then added,
"...and *tight*!" He looked down at his own cock, and I knew
what he was thinking, and tried hard to stifle the laugh.
"Are you sure...it's going to fit?" he asked, the expression
on his face priceless.
        "Don't forget," I said, choking back my laughter, "a
baby comes out of there, too! If he can fit, I'm sure you
can to! Now...lick my clitty a little more...oh, yeah.
That's it. Now, David, darling...start with your...that's
right, use your fingers...ahh....now, take it all together
and just...." I dissolved into orgasm as David finished me
off that first time, his fingers and mouth and tongue
working in concert to send me to the heights of pleasure. My
thighs clamped around his face, and then fell apart,
spreading myself lewdly for him as I shamelessly ground my
overflowing slot into his face. David licked and sucked like
a trooper, making sure he got as much of me as was possible.
        Finally, I shuddered and started sliding back down
into normal time and space. David was still kneeling between
my wantonly-spread thighs, licking at his lips, smiling at
me, those huge brown eyes locking with mine as I sat up on
my elbows.
        "Ready for the main event, tiger?" I asked, waggling
my eyebrows at him. He just nodded shyly and got up between
my legs. I grabbed a couple of pillows and jammed them under
my ass, lifting my sex to give him a better angle.
        "Slow and easy, pal. At first." David searched for
my hole with the head of his cock, and I put my hand down,
grasping him, guiding his throbbing length to the entrance
of my soul. He gasped as his cockhead rubbed against my
moist lips, and I set him in place. "Give me some," I
grunted, eager to feel him inside me.
        David moved foward slightly, and the first inch
popped inside. His face screwed up in mask of intense
concentration, and then I felt another inch. And then
another. Slowly, agonizing us both, David filled me with his
cock. He was sweating and gasping, fighting not to cum as my
cunt collapsed around him, squeezing and milking him.
        "This...is....incredible!" he gasped, supporting his
weight on his hands as he peered down to where our bodies
were joined.
        "David," I said, "Please fuck me. Move inside me,
David. Give me your dick! Fuck me!" He withdrew and then
entered me again, a little faster this time. I grabbed his
ass with my hands, feeling his tight, hairy buns under my
fingers, and started pulling to me. David got the idea and
began speeding up, feeding me his cock in faster and faster
strokes. Within thirty seconds he was fucking like an old
pro, slamming his dick into me as I wailed and cried with
pleasure. His cock was so hot and so hard, and it thrilled
me to know that I was his first woman, his first lover...his
first fuck.
        David collapsed on top of me, one mouth covering a
breast as his hips continued to pound me. He started a low
keening wail, and I knew he was close. Grabbing his head, I
lifted it off my breast and brought his mouth to mine. We
were locked in passionate, tongue-twisting kiss when he
shouted into my mouth and blew, the spunk eruprting from the
tip of his dick, splattering cum against the walls of my
twat. I felt every spurt hitting me, coating me, covering
the inside of my body with his precious pearly load. My legs
closed around his waist, drawing him deeper, wanting every
single drop of him inside me.
        David still hunched against me, rubbing my clit with
his pubic hair. I groaned into his mouth this time, the
sensations finally overloading my already passion-addled
brain, and I came along with him, my pussy spasming around
his cock, milking him with my satiny walls.
        Gasping, we parted, David still inside me but
shrinking. He kissed my face and my ears and my mouth and my
neck, still breathing heavily.
        "Well?" I managed to ask. "What did you think?"
        "I...love it!" he said. "I...want to do it again!"
David looked a question at me, and I just smiled and nodded.
"Just wait, David my love. Just wait until I teach you all
about love."

        David and I dozed for a while, our bodies
comfortably intertwined. I had my head on his chest, and was
lazily running my fingers through his chest hair, idily
stroking his nipples. David was stroking the hair on my
head, and kissing the top of my head from time to time. We
slept until early the next morning, and woke just as the sun
was coming up. I disengaged myself from David, who was still
drifting in and out, and donned a robe, heading towards the
kitchen.
        I was making coffee when David entered the kitchen,
wearing a pair of track shorts that some other lover had
left behind. His hair was a mess, but his lazy smile was in
place, as were his glasses. He gave me a sleepy grin and
kissed me softly on the mouth.
        "Good morning," he said softly. I smiled and kissed
him back. "Good morning."
        We sat at the table and silently drank our coffee.
David's eyes were all over me, quietly undressing me with
his gaze. Flustered, I stood and walked to the sink, looking
through the window at the early morning sunshine. I sensed,
rather than felt, David behind me. His hands came down on my
shoulders, and I had to fight not to turn and rape the poor
boy right there. I needn't have worried, though, because
David had the same thing on his mind that I did on mine.
        His mouth found my neck, and he kissed me gently
there. I purred and moved back against him, feeling his arms
encircle my waist. One of his warm hands insuated itself
inside my robe, and moved up to cup one heavy breast in his
fingers.
        "You are so beautiful," he whispered in my ear. I
could feel myself moistening again, and wanted him
desperately. I decided to wait a little longer.
        "David," I said turning in his arms, "I'm going to
go take a bath now." Seeing the crestfallen expression on
his face, I added, "Stick around. We've got the whole
weekend together...if you want to." He nodded like an eager
puppy, and I left him at the sink as I went to take my bath.
A long, hot bath always made me feel sexy, and having my
young lover in the house only added to that feeling. I ran
the water and added some bubblebath, and then shed my robe
and climbed in, letting the warm, soothing water envelope my
body in its slick embrace.
        I was lying back, just enjoying the feel of the
bath, when David entered the bathroom and sat on the toilet.
He'd added a sweatshirt to his clothing, and was just
sitting and quietly watching me. The silence grew and
stretched.
        "What?" I finally asked.
        "Nothing," he said. "I just...like watching you.
Your body." I smiled at him, wondering if he knew what
effect his words were having. It was thrilling to know that
David found me attractive. I sat up in the tub, David's eyes
zeroing in my soapy, bouncing tits. I reached under the
surface of the water and found my washcloth. Handing it to
David with a bar of soap, I asked, "Wash me?"
        Nodding eagerly, David got down on his knees beside
the tub. I turned sideways and presented him with my back.
"I've never done this before," he said.
        "You've never taken a bath?" I asked.
        Laughing, he responded, "No. Of course I have taken
a bath. I've just never *given* one, that's all."
        "David, " I said patiently. "I'm not made of china.
Wash me like you'd wash yourself. Just...do it a little more
slowly, and pay attention to detail, that's all." David
didn't say anything, and then I felt the damp cloth against
my neck. He worked slowly, methodically, washing my
shoulders and upper back. Then my neck and throat, always
using lots of soap and water, moving slowly and sensously.
When he came to my breasts, I shivered as his touch. His
hands were gentle and soft and soothing. He covered each
breast with soapy water, bringing my nipples to hot, hard
points as he cleaned them.
        Leaning back, I pressed my wet head against David's
crotch, and felt his erection pressing against the shorts. I
stood in the tub, taking David with me, and turned to face
him. His expression was priceless. I looked at my body, and
then at him, and had to smile.
        The water was running off me in rivulated. My legs
and crotch were soapy with bubble bath, and my slick, soapy
tits looked very inviting indeed. I pulled David against me
by his shirt, using an open-mouthed kiss to convey my
excitement. Reaching out and grabbing the hem of his
sweatshirt, I lifted it up and off his body, tossing it into
the corner. David took his cue from me, hooking his thumbs
into his shorts and peeling them off his hips and down his
legs. He was erect, his hard cock bobbing with his motions.
        Stepping into the tub with me, David resumed washing
me, concentrating on my legs. He worked his way up past my
knees, heading for my crotch. His head moved as if to kiss
me there, and I stopped him.
        "No. Not yet. Just enjoy the tease, David. Enjoy the
anticipation. When we're done in here...we'll go back to
bed. I want you to explore my body. Get to know it. Every
inch of it." He just nodded, and returned to his washing.
Turning me around, David applied the washcloth to my
buttocks, getting them soapy and then clean, using handfulls
of water to wash the soap away. His hand, covered by the
washcloth, glided between the cheeks of my ass, and I
shivered at the intimate touch.
        "Now you," I said, taking the washcloth from his
hands. I started as his ankles and worked slowly upwards,
letting David look at my body as I worked. My round, soft
breasts bounced and swayed as I worked, and I couldn't help
but rub my nipples against his hairy thighs. His cock was
throbbing hard now, leaking precum, and I used the washcloth
to clean his rod, stroking gently. His balls were next, and
I made sure they were squeaky clean before moving to his
chest. David's eyes were heavy and drooping with passion,
and he was breathing heavily.
        "I'm not sure I can wait," he said.
        "You're going to have to. We're almost done." We
finished up, and then stepped out of the tub. I grabbed a
towel and tossed it to him, grabbing one for myself and
heading back into my bedroom. David followed, wrapping the
towel around his waist.
        He moved to intercept me, and I pushed him away.
        "Sit on the bed and watch me," I said. He did as I
asked, the towel still around his waist, as I sat at my
vanity and dried my hair with the towel. I loved being naked
in front of him, loved the way David's eyes crawled all over
my body, taking in every detail.
        "You are so gorgeous," he said in a strained voice,
and I turned to see that he had loosened the towel, and was
now slowly fisting his cock. I had always wanted to watch a
man masturbate, and now I had my chance.
        "Do it for me, David. Jerk yourself off. I want to
watch." He just grunted and sped his hand up, his mouth
open, tongue peeking out. His cock was leaking steadily now,
as he watched me watch him. I spread my legs and showed him
my pussy.
        "Just think about what it'll be like when you are
inside me again, David. Think about how wonderful my pussy
felt." David grunted and sped up again, his hand almost
flying up and down his cock.
        "I bet you jerked off a lot, didn't you David?" He
just grunted and nodded. I lifted one of my breasts in my
hand, teasing the nipple with my fingers. "Did you ever
think about someone like me? Ever think about kissing
someone like me, about sucking me, about making love to me
when you did it?"
        "Yeeeahh," David groaned, throwing his head back.
"Wasn't it better when it was real, David? Wasn't sticking
your virgin cock inside me better than imagining it?"
        "Yes!" David screamed. "Oh Yes!"
        "David!" I said. "Look at me!" I was frigging myself
gently, and I wanted him to see me do it. My hands were in
my twat, one finger in my hole, my thumb working my clit.
David's eyes zoomed in on my pussy.
        "I didn't think women...did that!" he grunted,
standing to move closer to me.
        "Oh, yes, David, we do. We think about sex just as
much as men do. Maybe even more. Do you know what I'm
thinking about right now?" He shook his head. "I'm thinking
about how wonderful your cock feels inside me!" That was all
it took. David grunted one final time and began spraying.
Even from six feet away, I could see his spray arcing from
his cockhead, falling in a pearly white shower to the
carpet. He convulsed, jerking his cock off, watching me
bring myself to climax with him.
        David fell back on the bed, gasping for breath. I
joined him, lying on top of his hard body. His maleness felt
so good against my softness.
        "Tell me something, David. Tell me something you've
always wanted to do. Something you've always dreamed about."
He looked at me and then kissed me softly. His smile was
wide and genuine.
        "I want to make love to your breasts with my dick. I
want to titty-fuck you!" The words coming out of his mouth
seemed so odd, but with the new sexual freedom David was
discovering with my help, I knew that he was going to tell
me the most intimate details of his sexual fantasies. And I
wanted to help him act them all out.
        Rolling onto my back, I grabbed my breasts. "These
tits?" I asked, thumbing the nipples. "You want to fuck
these titties? These here?"
        "God, yes," David growled, rolling over on top of
me. He put his still hard cock between my tits, and I
pressed them together, trapping his cock in my satiny
valley.
        He started slowly stroking, his hands on my
shoulders.
        "Does it feel as good as you thought it would?" I
teased.
        "God, yes! Better!" I turned my head and sucked his
thumb into my mouth, working it with my tongue. David gasped
and his hands replaced mine on my tits, pressing them even
tighter against his rod. This was a first for me, too.
        My hands were free now, and I placed them on David's
butt, feeling the tight muscles flex every time he slid his
cock between my breasts. At the top of the stroke, if I
leaned down I could just lick the head as it popped out from
between my tits.
        "Oh God..." David said, thrusting harder, "This is
so great, Connie. I love this...I love you!" That brought me
up a little short. In the heat of passion, I was sure that I
would feel the same way. But in the bright rational sunlight
of morning, I knew it was too soon to be talking about love.
I opened the nightstand and retrieved a handy dildo. It was
about six inches long, and not very thick, and I wanted to
watch David's reaction when I slid it up his ass.
        I reached down as best I could with one hand and
scooped some of my own lubrication out of my pussy, slicking
the vibrator. David's eyes were cloased as he titty-fucked
me, and it didn't take much effort to seperate the hairy,
sweaty cleft of his butt and find his clenching asshole.
Gently, I slid the vibrator past his spincter. David groaned
and started pumping my tits harder.
        "That feels so incredible!" he moaned.
        David's pumping speeded up, and then he was cumming,
showering my neck and chin with his goo. He shot four good
streams, covering my skin with his creamy warmth. I took his
cock into my saliva-filled mouth, wetly gliding his cock in
and out of my face. I loved the taste of his meat in my
mouth, and hoped that he would let me suck his cock often. I
twisted the vibrator in his ass, and felt David lurch again
in my mouth, giving me another bolt of his creamy warmth to
drink.
        Just then I began to understand the level of power
and control I had over my young lover. David had learned a
lot since last night, but he was far from an accomplished
lover, and I was sure that his confidence level was still
lagging. I wasn't sure how to correct this, and I also
wasn't sure that I wanted to. His body felt so good, so..
right, against mine that I knew I wasn't ready to have him
go off and start chasing girls closer to his own age. I
wanted David for myself, and my selfish feelings brought a
blush of shame to my features. I popped David' cock out of
my mouth, and he laid against me, buring his face into my
neck. I reached behind him and retrieved the vibrator from
his ass. I had a momentary desire to lick it clean, but
realized that action might shatter my young lover's mind.
Too much too soon, you know.
        David started kissing me, softly at first, and then
with growing hunger and passion. I was secretly thrilled
that he was still aroused and hungry, and languidly
stretched, letting him do what he wanted to me. I wanted to
see David discover my body and all the secrets and treasures
it held. David kissed my neck and throat, working closer to
my breasts. He licked all around my chest, between my tits,
then went to work on my tits, playing like a little boy with
a new toy. His fingers were eager and a little rough, and I
cautioned him to take it easy.
        Chastised, David's hands became gentle again,
working my breasts softly. The fire in my loins was starting
again, and I sighed, letting the passion grow inside me.
David moved to my torso, lightly kissing and sucking my
skin, tickling me with his tongue. He was straddling one of
my legs, and I lifted it a little, feeling his amazingly-
still-hard cock throbbing against my skin.
        "Give it to me, David. Give me your cock..." I
moaned, eager to feel him inside of me. David grabbed my
waist and turned me over onto my stomach, lifting me as he
did so. I ended up on my hands and knees, and smiled. Being
someone's first and only sexual partner did have its
advantages; I knew David had never done it this way, rear-
entry, and I wondered if this was another one of his
fantasies.
        "C'mon, tiger, let me have it," I whined, wiggling
my ass at him. David just grunted again, settling between my
legs. His cock bounced off me a few times; he didn't know
yet how to get himself seated. I reached between my legs and
grabbed him, lining him up with my hole. David pushed,
groaning as each fraction of an inch sank into my wet
crevice. I groaned with him, moving back against him,
enveloping him with my satiny walls.
        "Slowly, lover. Slowly at first. Let me get used to
you in there!" I said, starting to pump slowly with my hips.
David put his hands on my hips and let me set the pace,
eager just to feel me around him, sucking and milking at his
meat.
        "Talk to me, David. Tell me what you're feeling!"
        "This is...incredible!" he gasped. "I never thought
it would be like this. So many nights...spent wondering what
it would be like to..oh God!...be with a wo....oh God!....
with a woman. Ooof!" he said, burying the last inch of his
meat inside me. His hands clutched at my hips, and I found
it funny that each time I clasped my vaginal walls around
David's penetrating member, his hands tightened on my hips
in response. We set up a slow, passionate pace, David's
thighs bouncing into my ass on each stroke, his scrotum
slapping against my vagina. His hands found their way up to
my hanging, swaying breasts, and he covered them, gently
squeezing and stroking.
        I was biting my bottom lip in pleasure, starting to
climb the mountain. David speeded his actions up, and I knew
that if we timed it right, we could come together.
        "I need you to..." I moaned.
        "What? What?" he gasped.
        "Touch my clit. Help me cum with you!" One hand left
a breast and wondered down to my slot. He fumbled around for
a minute. I grabbed his wrist and directed him, and he found
it, stroking it in soft circles with the pad of one finger.
I clamped tight around him, and felt David bury himself
again.
        "Oh...oh.." he moaned. His face was at my neck, his
mouth licking and sucking my skin. "Oh...oh....oh!" he said
again, trying to hold back. "Let...me...know...when..." he
moaned, trying his best.
        "Almost...almost....now!" I screamed, and David
convulsed, rearing back and grabbing my hips, spraying my
insides with his sauce. I fell into a shattering orgasm, the
room going gray around me, as David fell on top of me,
crushing me against the bed. I groaned, all the breath out
of me, and tried to push him off. The waves of climax were
still spreading throughout my body, but I couldn't breath.
David was passed out on top of me. I turned my head to the
side and sucked in a pain-filled lungful of air. We were
going to have to work on that, I thought. Can't have the
poor boy killing me every time he does me like a dog! I
smiled at my own little joke and managed to get into a
barely comfortable position.
        David and I slept, and sometime during the nap, I
felt his cock slide out of me to slap wetly against my
thigh.

                             * * * * * * * * *

        David and I awoke around noon. He kissed me awake,
and I knew that he was raring to go again. I opened my
thighs, and he slid into me, both of us still lubricated
from our early morning bout. He stared deeply into my eyes
as we screwed.
        "Tell me your fantasies," I whispered. "Tell me one
that you've always wanted to live out."
        He stroked me once, twice. "Twist your hips at the
bottom of a stroke, David. Use your groin to stimulate my
clit." He nodded and did it the next time, and I gasped, my
legs closing around his lower back, hunching myself at him.
        "Your fantasies," I reminded him.
        "Later..." he gasped. "After...can't think now..." I
grinned and let myself go, eager to have another climax in
David's arms. I promised myself that I would fulfill one
fantasy of his today, and one tomorrow. No matter what it
was. No matter how depraved...well, I promised myself I'd
think about it, at least. If it wasn't too kinky, I'd let
him do it. Whatever it was.
        David speeded up, and I decided that we were also
going to have to work on endurance. It was nice that he
could cum five and six times a day, but I liked longer,
deeper lovemaking. Not the rapid-fire sex that David was
capable of. But that was ok. I knew how to make it last.
This last time, for him, I'd let him bang away to his hearts
content.
        Without having to be told this time, David's hand
found it's way to my crotch and began working my button. The
feelings were incredible as I looked up at him.
        We screwed on and on for about another ten minutes,
and then I came, and shortly after, David did also, giving
me another load of his delicious cream.
        "Now then," I said, after he'd had a chance to catch
his breath. "First things first. You," I said, poking him in
the chest, "have to learn to last a little longer. We'll
work on that. I understand that this is all new and
wonderful for you, but I like it a little longer, kay?" He
nodded, pleased that he would be 'able to work on it' with
me.
        "Second things second. Your fantasies, David. Tell
me about them. Don't hold back."
        He looked seepish. "I really don't have anything out
of the ordinary. I mean nothing kinky or anything like that.
"
        "When you fantasized about having a girlfriend or a
lover, what did you see yourself doing with them?" He was
silent this time, thinking.
        "Well...promise not to laugh?" I swore that I
wouldn't. "Well," he started, "you may think this is a
little juvinile, but whenver I think about being with a
woman, it's usually romantic stuff. Having dinner, going to
a movie, walking down the beach, stuff like that. Part of
what makes the fantasy so good is that I know we're going to
make love that night; there's no question. No worrying about
wether or not I have to seduce her. That's my fantasy,
having a regular lover and doing romantic things with her."
        "What's the most romantic thing you can think of?" I
asked. David looked deep into my eyes, and then smiled.
"Wait here," he said, and got out of bed. I snuggled under
the sheets, feeling the warm imprint of David's body on the
bed and shivered. I had no idea what he was going to do, but
I wanted him to do it, and do it with me.
        Ten minutes later David came back, carrying a tray.
I saw what was on it, and smiled. A man denied sex this long
certainly had enough time to fantasize, and apparantly David
had put the time to good use. On the tray were: A bowl of
fresh strawberries (from my icebox,) a bowl of ice-cream, a
small bowl of chocolate sauce, and another bowl of honey.
        "See," David said, putting it on the bed between us.
"I thought about this one day after I read about tactile
stimulation. The chocolate is warm,  the honey is room-
temperature, and the ice-cream is cold. Three different
sensations, three different tastes."
        With that, David took a strawberry and dipped it in
the honey. He lifted it above my head and let the honey
drizzle off and onto my face before lowering the strawberry
to my mouth. I sucked it in and bit down on it, slicing half
of it off. David bent to my face and slowly, lovingly,
cleaned the honey off of my nose and cheek. We kissed,
gently, and he shared the honey with me as I sucked as his
tongue. His hand vanished off to the side, and then he was
back, this time with two strawberries. One had chocolate on
it, the other, ice-cream.
        David moved down and used the tips of the
strawberries to circle my nipples. My right one got the ice-
cream, the left the chocolate. The dichotomy of sensation,
one nipple hot, the other cold, drove me insane with
pleasure, and I arched my back, driving my tits towards the
strawberries. David licked and sucked at my nipples,
cleaning the gooey substances from my body.
        "Forget the strawberries," I said. "Just use the
gooey stuff. It feels so sexy on my body..."
        "Why?" he asked. "I mean, I really want to know."
He'd dipped his finger in the chocolate and was tracing warm
brown lines on my shoulder and neck. As he bent down to lick
it up, I thought about it. "Because it just feels sexy. Warm
and wet and cold and moist...feels like cum, a little, and
like my own sauce. Feels...slightly nasty, David, and
sometimes the best sex feels that way...slightly naughty and
nasty. You know you shouldn't do certain things, that
society doesn't think it's right. But it feels good, and so
you want to....oh, right there!....do it. Just do it, as the
ad says!"
        David took a small spoon full of honey and held it
over my face, slowly turning it over so that it drizzled
across the bridge of my nose and down each cheek. It felt
like someone was cumming on my face. No one had ever done
that to me before, cum on my face, and I wondered if this
was what it felt like.
        David lowered his face to mine, and we kissed, our
gooey faces sticking together. Slowly, with the patience of
Job, he worked my face over, trying to get all the honey.
Our kisses were sticky and gooey and it was driving me
insane; all these sensations on my skin, hot and cold, and
David's warm, slightly rough tongue cleaning me up. I
wondered what other devlish fantasies he had in store for
me...ones that we could discover together.
        After my face was reasonably clear, David reached
over and grabbed a warm washcloth he'd brought from the
kitchen, finishing the job of cleaning my face. I smiled at
his thoughtfullness, and watched in growing anticipation as
he grabbed the bowl of ice-cream, and the bowl of warm
chocolate sauce and scooted down my body.
        My legs fell open of their own volition, and I bit
my bottom lip in anticipation. David used his fingers first,
lightly coating the inside of my thighs with the chocolate
sauce. The heat was warm and wonderful, adding to the heat I
already felt in that region. And then David thumbed a dallop
of ice-cream into my pussy, and I convulsed in pleasure. It
was so incredible, feeling that little ball of ice-cold
cream in my slot. David's mouth covered my hole and he
gently prodded the small ball of ice cream with his tongue,
and then he sucked it out again, pushing it in once more. He
repeated this, while a chocolate-covered finger worked over
my clit.
        I started leaking heavily, and David kept adding
ice-cream to my hole until the entire area was a gooey mess.
I came three times under his tutelage, grinding my
chocolate-and-ice-cream-sloppy slot all over his face.
        We ran to the shower to clean each other off, and
then back to the bed. It was my turn, and I wanted to make
David feel as special as he had made me. The chocolate was
my favorite, and I liberally covered his cock and balls with
it. It had cooled since we'd started, but that didn't
matter. David lay on his back with his legs spread as I
crouched between them, working my hot, slavering mouth up
and down the length of his chocolate log.
        "Is this what you fantasized about?" I asked.
"Someone doing this to you?" He nodded. "How is it?"
        "Better than I ever imagined, Connie...oh my God...
don't stop!" I'd moved my mouth to his scrotum and was
cleaning the wrinkly sack of the chocolate, and I knew that
David was going to shoot. So I backed off, letting him cool
down.
        "Tonight," I said, "We're going to go to dinner down
by the bay. I'll wear my prettiest dress, just for you,
David. We'll take a walk on the beach, then go have dinner.
And when we go to your place after dinner, we will make love
again. Nothing will stop me from doing that, David. Nothing.
We're going to live out that fantasy tonight, David. Just
you and me!"
        David just grinned and gently guided my head back to
his cock. It tasted so wonderful that I decided not to push
the issue and to finish him off. David hunched several times
against my face and emptied himself inside me, coating my
mouth and throat with a beautiful mixture of chocolate and
cum.

                             * * * * * * * * *

        We arrived at Finnegan's just after seven. I had on
a tight red dress that someone in my past had made me buy.
Underneath, I'd worn another satin garterbelt, this one red
to match my dress, and tiny G-string panties. The small cord
running between the cheeks of my ass tickled, and I liked
the sensation. The bra I wore was scalloped with fine lace
patterns, and I knew when David undressed me later that
night he'd love it. The stockings and heels I wore only
complimented the outfit, and I knew I looked hot and tasty.
I liked looking that way for David, for my new lover, for
this man who had come into my life.
        The waiter seated us at the best table in the house,
and I knew that David had called ahead to reserve this just
for us. I felt a tug inside my heart, and warned myself not
to fall in love with this beautiful man-child.
        Fairly a battalion of waiters fawned over us, and I
knew David had set this up too. We enjoyed a wonderful meal,
with sparkling conversation. David was well-read on a
variety of subjects, and he was so interesting to talk to. I
found myself getting drunk on the sound of his voice, and
decided to have a little fun with him.
        Kicking off one heel, I ran my instep up and down
the back of David's calf. He was in the middle of some
discourse about the Middle East, and stammered in mid-
sentance as he felt my foot slowly ascend his leg. I rested
it in his crotch and began teasing him through his slacks.
        His face got very, very red, and I giggled into my
wineglass.
        "I never thought anyone could be so sexy..." he
whispered to me across the table.
        "Sexy? Or sex-crazy?" I teased back. David reached
over and took my hand in his. "Sexy," he whispered.
"Unbelievably, asbolutely sexy. I never thought it would be
this...great."
        I just smiled and continued to tease him. Dessert
came, and I took the opportunity to remove my leg and
replace my heel. David paid the bill with his credit card,
and we walked out of the resturant and down to the beach. I
took my heels off and we walked down the sand, hand in hand,
looking at the moon on the water and hearing the soft sound
of the waves lapping against the shore.
        "Penny for your thoughts...?" I ventured. David had
been silent for the last ten minutes.
        "I'm not sure you want to hear them," he said. "I'm
not sure that I want to say them." I let it drop, but it
only took two minutes. "I was wondering...when this is going
to end."
        "Does it have to?" I asked, immediately regretting
it. I didn't want to be vulnerable again. As soon as I said
that, I knew I was opening a door that might be better left
closed.
        "I don't know, Connie. I know how I feel about you..
.But, as much as we've...been through, together, as much as
we've...done, together, I just don't get a sense that the
feelings are mutual. That's ok...I guess. I just wish..."
        "What?"
        "I just wish....." he sighed. "Let me tell you a
story. When I was in High School, I knew this girl named
Becky. Every guy has a Becky in his past, somewhere. That
first love. I loved her more than I ever had anybody else in
my life. She didn't even know I was alive, though, and it
hurt. I would have done anything for her, and she knew that,
and took advantage of it. I did her chemistry and phsysics
homework, usually when she was out on a date with another
guy. I didn't care...I figured that eventually she'd wise up
and realize that I was the only guy for her. That didn't
happen, and she's gone now...but I always wanted...I always
wished...that the person I loved would love me just as much.
That's what I was thinking, that I wished you loved me as
much as I love you."
        I stopped and took David into my arms. Stepping
back, I took his face in my hands. "I can't say that I love
you, David. I have very strong feelings for you. Stronger
than I've ever had for any man. But I'm not Becky, and
you're not the kid you were back then. This is an adult
relationship. I want to continue it, and see where it leads.
But I'm not making any promises, David. Do you understand?"
He nodded, a little sadly I thought, and then kissed me. We
turned and made our way back up the beach, towards David's
truck and his apartment.
        "If you could change one thing about me, what would
it be?" he suddenely asked. I was taken a little aback, but
decided to answer him anyway.
        "Your confidence and aggressiveness. I'd give you
more of both." He smiled at me and kissed me softly.
        "You're doing wonders for my confidence," he
laughed.

THE END