Storiesonline.net ------- Sexual Disorientation by Grampy Copyright© 2006 by Grampy ------- Description: Tim and Susan both made it to college with virginity intact. Neither planned it that way, it just happened. Now misinformation causes serious sexual disorientation to threaten the first and perfect love of these two innocents, before it has a chance to begin. Only an embarrassing accident gives their love a second chance, and a chance to seek revenge on the guilty culprit. Codes: MF tears rom 1st sch cons ------- Tim and Susan had both made it to college with virginity intact. Neither planned it that way, it just happened. Tim dated the same girl throughout high school, a young lady determined to hang on to her maidenhead until marriage. Tim, being a true gentleman respected her wishes. But she chose a college on the other side of the country, and they drifted apart. Tim was now more than willing to lose his embarrassing virginal state. Like most guys his age, he had plenty of hormones to keep his interest level at a fever pitch. Two things kept Tim a virgin. The first thing was his natural shyness. It took Tim a long time to feel comfortable enough around someone to get his nerve up to ask them out. The girl in question had usually decided he wasn't interested, or even worse, had made him a "friend." And it's a well know fact, that once you are a friend, you're never going to get laid. The second problem is that Tim was that rare creature, the genuine nice guy; he really wasn't interested in one night stands or casual sex. He only was interested in a physical relationship with someone that he really cared for. Consequently, Tim's sex life in college had been limited to Rosy Palm and her five sisters. Susan hadn't even had to plan to stay a virgin, because her parents had planned for her. Until she got out from under their control by going to college, her parents made sure she had no real opportunity to commit fornication, as they would have called it. The irony was that their Gestapo like approach to parenting only succeeded in preventing real communication. If they had just talked to her instead, they would have discovered that their daughter was a remarkably level headed young woman. Not that Susan was a prude, far from it, she liked the idea of getting physical, and she craved being touched. She just had no patience for anyone who didn't show a genuine interest in what was between her ears before trying to investigate what was between her legs. She'd rather stick with her trusty and well used vibrator which she called Silver Stallion. Any young man who tried to get his hand up her skirt, before first taking time to find out about her plans and dreams for the future, quickly learned that he had no future with her. And so far, that pretty well described all of her dates in college. Tim and Susan both worked evenings in the college library to earn extra money and it didn't take long for them to be attracted to one another. Given Susan's old fashioned rule of waiting for the man to ask, and Tim's natural shyness, they might never have gotten anywhere. Fortunately, they discovered that they lived near each other, and since they got off work at the same time, and it was after dark, it was only polite of Tim to offer to walk her home. They both really looked forward to this time together. They quickly discovered they had much in common, and they really enjoyed each other's company. Some nights they would stop and get a cappuccino and biscotti. Susan soon was hoping that Tim would ask her out on a real date, because she really liked him a lot. Tim was slowly gathering his courage, and thought that very soon he would ask Susan for a real date. His roommate and best friend Barry was encouraging him. Finally, Barry just grabbed Tim and said. "Do it man, you're crazy about this girl, she seems to like you, what the hell are you waiting for? Do it today." Tim really couldn't think of a good argument not to, so he went to work that evening determined that on the walk home, he was going to ask her out. He was very nervous at the library that night and wanted someone to talk to, so he cornered Larry, who worked there also. Larry wasn't a particular friend, but they had always gotten along and Tim was desperate to talk to someone. He knew that Larry was aware that he had been walking Susan home. "Hey Larry," he said, "I'm planning to ask Susan for a date tonight. You think she'd go out with me?" Larry looked genuinely pained. "Hey Tim, buddy, geez, I hate to be the one to tell you this. God. But before you go and embarrass yourself and Susan, I guess I better tell you... Oh shit man, I hate this, and you're such a nice guy too." Tim went white as a ghost. "Well yeah Larry, tell me, whatever it is, damn, I don't want to screw up and embarrass her, I really like her, you gotta level with me." "Ok man, look, you'd never know it to look at her, I mean Susan's really nice and all, but she's not into men, you know what I mean?" "No Larry, I don't understand, what are you trying to say?" "Gay, lesbo, digs chicks, rug muncher, clear enough?" Tim looked like he'd been slapped. "Larry are you sure about this, I mean really sure, how do you know?" "Sorry man, I really am, yeah I'm sure, I know because she told me herself." Tim slumped down behind a shelf of books. He was crushed. He liked her so much and he really thought she liked him. He felt like a complete idiot. He went by Susan's desk; he couldn't look her in the eye. "I'm sorry Susan, I'm not feeling well. I'm going home early. I won't be able to walk you home this evening. Goodbye." And he practically ran out of the library. Susan was so startled she didn't even get a word out, but she thought that something was wrong, other than an illness. Why hadn't he been able to look at her? What was going on? Just when she thought the relationship was going so well. She really thought he was just about to ask her out. Tim walked a long time and then he went back to his apartment and just lay in bed staring at the ceiling. His first reaction was just to have nothing more to do with Susan, but the problem was he really enjoyed her company. He'd really miss her a lot. For hours he went back and forth, but finally, he knew, painful as it was, there was only one answer. Barry came home. "Hey, Tim, buddy, how'd it go? Gotta date with Susan right? Just like I told you." "Not exactly Barry," replied Tim ruefully, "there's a small problem." "Like what, she's got a boyfriend?" "More likely a girlfriend, she's gay." "You're shitting me" "Wish the hell I was Barry, God, I wish I was." "Man, I'm sorry, I really am. That sucks. But this campus is full of good looking chicks, you gotta just let her go and try again." "No Barry, I've really thought about it, I think I'm gonna just keep hanging out with Susan, I really like her." "Yeah buddy, but what's the point, I mean you're not one of those idiots that think you can convert her are you?" "No Barry, I know that you don't just convert someone back from being gay. If you mean I'll never have sex with Susan, I know. I guess Rosy Palm and her sisters will still be my constant companions, but I'll have to live with that. I really enjoy her company; I want to be with her, sex or no sex." "Ok, man, your choice, my hat's off to you. It makes me feel as shallow as a mud puddle. But if that's the way you feel, you gotta follow your heart." So Tim followed his heart, and he walked Susan home every day and they continued to enjoy each others company. But Susan was getting puzzled and rather frustrated. She'd always wanted a man to get to know her first, before getting physical, but enough already, dammit. No one had ever gotten to know her this well, and now she was ready to get physical, really physical. In fact she had already decided that she would like to give her virginity to Tim but so far, Tim hadn't touched her. She turned to her roommate Carol for help. "Carol, what's wrong with me that a man wouldn't like me? Am I ugly?" Carol laughed. "You, ugly honey? I wish I had your body and your looks. You've got a great figure, nice ass, fantastic tits, all the nice bits that guys like. You're cute as a bug. Honey, I don't see any problem. You could maybe dress a little sexier, but overall I can't see you having any trouble attracting guys. It's not like it's even all that hard to attract them." "Well why won't Tim touch me, or ask me out? He spends all this time with me, and he really seems to like me. I give him every chance. I brush his hand when we're walking, hoping he'll hold mine. I put my lips in handy kissing range if we're sitting on a bench. Nothing! I'm going crazy. I'm coming home every night with wet panties. I could go broke buying batteries for the Silver Stallion" "I don't know what to tell you. I never met a guy that hard to get. Come to think of it, I never met a guy hard to get at all. Maybe he's just mega-shy. If it was me, I'd probably just yank down his zipper and pull out Willey the one eyed wonder worm. That always gets their undivided attention. But Honey, I know that's not your style. So why don't you just ask him?" "You know Carol, I think you're right. It won't be easy, but I'm about to go bananas." So that night on the way home from the library Susan asked Tim if they could sit on a quiet bench under an oak tree. She looked him right in his clear baby blue eyes. "Tim, I need to ask you something, about us." "Sure Susan, ask me anything." "Well, you treat me differently than any man I've ever known, and I like that, but I wonder why?" "Susan, I've given our relationship a great deal of thought, and I've just decided that a man and a woman can still be very close friends even if one of them is gay." Tim noticed that Susan colored and seemed startled. "Oh, I'm sorry Susan, I hope I haven't been indiscrete, I thought that was common knowledge." Susan tied to cover, but she was obviously flustered. "Well of course, Tim it is, I was momentarily startled, that's all. Because it's the first time we have actually discussed it openly. But no reason why we shouldn't" Now her voice took on a forced tone of almost gaiety. "I couldn't agree more, no reason why it should affect our friendship, not at all, and no reason why we shouldn't be totally open with each other. Well I'm glad we had this little talk. But look at the time. I really need to get home now. I have scads of homework." Susan practically ran off, leaving a puzzled Tim in her wake, wondering what the conversation had really been about. Susan ran home to her apartment and threw herself on her bed and cried like a baby. Carol came home and found her, and held her until she could talk. "What happened, baby," she asked gently, "it's Tim isn't it?" Susan nodded. "He's married?" Susan shook her head. "He's got a girlfriend?" Susan shook her head again. "Well what is it baby?" "He's gay" sobbed Susan. "Oh shit, honey, that hurts, I'm sorry." "I'm in love with a homosexual; I was going to give him my cherry!" "Ouch, I don't know what to say. Except, well you know you just gotta dump him and try again" "All the other men on this campus are pigs, I love him. I know I can't change him. I'm just going to spend time with him anyway. It'll have to be me and Silver Stallion for the sex." "Susan, are you sure, I think you're just setting yourself up for frustration and heartbreak." "Maybe Carol, but he's the first man in my life that really talks to me, and understands me, and seems to really care about me, and I'm just not willing to give him up. Not for some asshole who just wants to get his hand up my skirt. Tell me Carol, is it true what they say, are all the really good men either gay or married?" "Susan, I don't know, but damned if sometimes it doesn't seem that way." So thus evolved a bizarre relationship where two people, natural soul mates, in an almost perfect relationship gradually fell deeper in love. And each became physically more frustrated because the object of their emotional love was not, they thought, possibly an object of their physical love. To most people they just seemed like another attractive young couple in love. In most ways they were. They walked together, talked together, laughed together and were practically inseparable. Only a really sharp eyed observer would have noticed that they never held hands and they never kissed. Only their roommates knew their real pain. Carol knew how many nights she heard the quiet buzz of Susan's Silver Stallion trying to mollify the worst of her physical frustrations. Worse were the nights that she heard Susan crying herself to sleep, over her emotional frustrations. Carol kept urging her to give up on this hopeless dead-end relationship but Susan refused. She just wasn't willing to give him up. Carol once asked Susan what she would do if and when Tim got involved in an active homosexual relationship, and didn't have time for her any more. Susan stormed off to her room, slammed the door, cried for three hours, and didn't speak to Carol for almost a week. Carol didn't bring that subject up again. Barry likewise had to deal with an often unhappy and frustrated roommate, who spent a lot of time behind closed doors trying to deal with his physical frustration. Barry gave his friend similar advice, and with similar success. Despite all advice to the contrary, despite all frustration, their close but celibate relationship seemed destined to go on forever. It's strange that once human beings get an idea in their head, they can be blind to all evidence to the contrary. Thus, two normally bright young people ignored a lot of evidence that something was wrong with their basic assumptions. For one thing, if they were so damn gay, why weren't they ever seen with, or ogling, anyone of their own sex. Susan wasn't dating any girls, Tim wasn't chasing after cute guys, they actually spent all their time together. If Tim had understood female body language, he would have known that her closeness and her little touches were female courting signs. But let's face it, men are generally clueless. On the other hand, it is harder to explain how Susan missed noticing Tim's frequent erections when he was around her. But once an idea is planted, it's hard to change. Who knows how long this unhappy state might have lasted. But one day an accident happened that changed everything. It was a Saturday morning, and Tim and Susan had met at their favorite coffee shop. The weather had warmed up, so Tim had decided to go swimming. He asked Susan if she would like to go along. Susan thought it was a great idea, if Tim would take her by her apartment to get her swim suit. She invited Tim to come on in to keep her company. She took him in her bedroom. He was sitting on her bed while she went in her drawers and took out two suits. One was a turquoise two piece, slightly conservative in cut, the other was a fairly racy coral bikini. Susan asked him which he preferred, and being a typical guy, he went for the skimpy model. Tim figured at this point she'd either chase him out, or change in the bathroom. To his amazement, she did neither, thinking he was not interested in women, she proceeded to undress in front of him, as though he were a girlfriend. She removed her blouse and skirt and soon was standing in just a sheer bra and matching panties. Tim was mesmerized; here was the woman of his dreams, stripping right before him. He had an erection that threatened to pop his zipper. He watched as she removed her bra, and he saw in the dresser mirror, two glorious golden orbs surmounted with large rigid nipples that begged for attention. He felt like he might cum in his trousers, which reminded him that watching this was only going to make him more miserable. He ran from her bedroom to the living room, practically trembling in frustration. He thought about driving home where he could masturbate. He was also angry and confused. Why had she done this to him. Even a lesbian must know the effect her beautiful body would have on a normal male. Was she teasing him, as some kind of a man hating gesture? Maybe he didn't know Susan as well as he thought he did. He felt a gentle touch on his shoulder. Susan pulled his face around to her. "Tim, what's wrong? I didn't mean to upset you. What did I do?" "Susan, I've tried very hard to respect you and be sensitive to you. But I think undressing in front of me like that was very thoughtless, insensitive and mean." "Tim, I'm sorry, I am truly sorry, I didn't think it would bother you. I mean, it's not like you're interested in women or find them attractive." "What ever gave you the idea that I'm not interested in women, especially you?" "Well, because you're gay, Tim." "Susan, I'm NOT gay. What made you think I was? Does this look like I'm not interested" He pointed towards his lap where a rather conspicuous and unmistakable sign of interest was bulging through his trousers. Susan was stunned. She reached out and touched his erection as though she had to have some tangible proof. "You're not gay?... But what about that whole we can be friends even though one of us is gay speech you gave me?" "Because Susan, I was told YOU were a Lesbian, so... you're NOT gay? "No Tim, I'm a pure hetero female, a rather horny pure hetero female at the moment, now tell me, WHO told you I was a lesbian?" "Larry, at work, I was talking to him about asking you out, and he said you were a lesbian, that you told him so yourself." Susan threw her arms about Tim's neck "Oh my God," she cried, "I don't know whether to laugh or cry. What a fuck up. Tim, I dated Larry one time, he's an animal, he kept trying to grope me, and so I demanded he take me home. He got mad and asked me if I was a lesbian or something and I told him yes I was and it was guys like him that made me one. I just meant it as a putdown, but he has such a huge ego, he took it seriously. In his little testosterone soaked pea-brain, any one that doesn't want to fuck him must be a lesbian. So ever since Larry actually believes I am gay." Tim looked at her. "Now that we know that neither of us is gay, where exactly does that leave us?" For an answer, Susan took his face in both hands and kissed him with softness, yet an intensity that he had never experienced. Tim felt her sucking on his lower lip while her tongue started demanding entrance to his mouth. He tasted the freshness of her mouth for the first time. Then Susan opened the light robe she had thrown on when Tim had run away. She reached and took his hand and placed it on her breast with her hand covering it. Tim felt her nipple press into his hand. She finally broke the kiss and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "OK, now that we have that little misunderstanding out of the way. Tim, I'm crazy about you. I think I'm in love with you. I am a virgin. I have been waiting for the right man to give my virginity to. You are that man. I want you to make me a complete woman." Tim looked lovingly into the crystal green pools of her eyes. "Susan, I have loved you since I first saw you. I loved you so much, that I was going to accept a life without sex to be with you. But I much prefer having sex with you. I too am a virgin, and you are the woman I want to be my first as well. I think it's important that we have a time and place to make love the first time, without hurrying or distraction. And I'd really like it to be as soon as possible." Susan smiled. "It's Saturday morning. My roommate is gone until Monday. If you don't have any plans this weekend." "If I had any plans, consider them cancelled." "Well then Tim, if you'd like to step back into my boudoir, I think we can continue this discussion there." Tim and Susan returned to the bedroom where Tim removed her robe. Susan was now naked except for her panties; an oversight that Tim immediately addressed, as he knelt in front of her and gently removed this last article of clothing. He ran his hands lightly down the contours of the outside of her legs and back on the inside. When he got to her inner thighs, he slowed to enjoy the softest skin he had ever felt. He looked up into her eyes adoringly. "You skin is so soft here." It was a simple statement of discovery from a young man getting the free run of a woman's body for the first time. She liked being the subject of his loving exploration, so she opened her legs to him. To Tim, it was like the gates of paradise had opened before his eyes. Here a woman was opening her treasures, in full sunlight, for him to examine at his leisure. Up to now, Tim's knowledge of female anatomy was based on fumbling through clothing in the dark back seat of a car. Susan sensed his hesitation. "Go ahead Tim; I'm giving my body to you today. I want you to get to know me in this way also. Look at me, touch me anyway you want, smell me, taste me. Then I will do the same to you. Then soon you will be inside me and we will both be joined for the first time." Tim reached up and gently felt her intimate lips. They were incredibly soft and warm, and very wet. Tim's fingers were soon covered in her juices. He brought his fingers back and smelled them. It was a musky scent, yet fresh and somehow very exciting. He looked up at Susan. "That's my essence Tim, it's what my body makes when I'm excited. Do you like the scent?" Tim nodded "Do you want to taste me?" Tim had never tasted a woman's nether regions and if you had asked him at a different time, he might have been hesitant. But now, with her fragrance in his nose, Tim had never wanted to taste anything more. He placed his fingers in his mouth and licked them clean. It was very hard to define the taste, it was tangy, but mainly it was loaded with substances nature had put there to attract the male of the species; and they worked on Tim. His fingers went back for seconds, and thirds. Susan laughed, "You like my taste?" "Oh Susan, I love your taste, I think I could eat you for hours." "And I'm sure I will give you that chance, but I think you are somewhat overdressed for this occasion so with your permission, I'll correct that." Susan immediately started undressing Tim. When she got to his trouser, he breathed an audible sigh of relief, his erection had gotten quite uncomfortable in his clothing. When Susan saw the tent in his boxers, she gave a little gasp. "I think we need to let that out." She actually found it a bit difficult to remove his underwear because his erection just wouldn't give. She finally just reached in the top, held his organ flat against his stomach while she pulled his boxers down. Once she had pulled them off, his erection stuck straight out like a flag pole. It was Susan's turn to do some exploring. She was surprised at how soft his cock was on the outside and how hard and rigid on the inside. Tim had not been circumcised, and she found this fascinating. "Does he have a name, come on Tim, all guys name their dicks so I want to know." After a long pause Tim blushed, "OK, he's called Little Timmy." "Why? Little Timmy's not that damn little, I'm kinda wondering about getting Little Timmy to all fit in Little Susie." Tim laughed. "Trust me, Little Timmy was very little when I named him. I was five." "He has a precious little hood, I've never seen that" "My dad doesn't believe in circumcision, he considers it child mutilation. He may be right. They say it's to prevent infections. I've never had one in my entire life. I think it's a matter of cleanliness." "You thank your dad for me because I think it's cute." She was playing with his foreskin as she said this, rolling it back and forth. "Ohh Susan," Tim moaned, "you'd better stop that. I'm really close to losing it here." "I was just going to ask you that. I thought Little Timmy seemed... shall we say, tense. I think I can take care of that for you. I've always wanted to do this. And I want to aim it at me. Aim for the tits Little Timmy." She knelt down in front of him, and taking his cock in both hands she pointed it at herself, and started stroking it gently up and down. It didn't take long. Tim had been locked and loaded since she started undressing so he was just waiting for someone to pull the trigger. Susan pulled. Tim thought that he was being turned inside out. In all his life, he had never cum this hard or this much. Of course, it had never been anyone else's hand before. Susan was completely unprepared for the strength and the volume of his ejaculation. She loved it, it coated her breasts, some splashed on her face, and some ran down her belly. Tim watched fascinated as she took her finger and scooped up some from her breast. She smelled it, and found no really strong odor. She tasted it, slightly salty, not anything real special, but not really offensive either. She decided then that next time she would take her lover's output in her mouth and swallow. She knew enough to know that men really loved that, and she wanted to do whatever she could to make this wonderful man happy. But now it was time to make Susan happy. She lay on the bed so that her pussy was strategically and handily located at the edge. She spread her legs wide open and gestured to him to approach "Tim, you remember those hours and hours you wanted to eat me, well bon appetite!" Tim saw her whole treasure chest spread out before him. She had shaved most of it leaving just a little landing strip. Everything glistened with the generous amounts of her essence that was flowing freely from her. Tim did not think he had ever seen any thing as fascinating and beautiful. Although inexperienced, Tim had read enough to know the location and the importance of the clitoris. Just to double check, he took his finger and rubbed across the little nub. Susan's reaction assured him that he had identified that landmark correctly. Tim knelt beside the bed and leaned into his personal paradise. Some half remembered articles in Penthouse served as a general guide. He started kissing her inner thighs and already she was squirming. He then licked along the line where the outer labia joined the skin. Susan squirmed some more and started making little mewing sounds. This was fun he decided, he liked teasing her. Now he just blew on her lips and her clit, just really his warm breath to make the fact that his face was just a few inches away unmistakable. Susan started thrusting her pelvis towards him to make contact. But he avoided her easily. "You ratfink," she panted, "you're enjoying teasing me aren't you?" "Damn straight I am, I'm having a ball." Tim now started playing with her lips and vaginal opening. He was fascinated by this little cave which he hoped to soon fill with Little Timothy. It was soft and warm inside and full of delicious juices. He used a couple of fingers as well as his tongue, and even though he wasn't sure where or what a G spot was, he stumbled on it. Susan immediately had her first orgasm. Her vagina clamped down on his fingers and tongue as waves of contractions swept through her. Her hands grabbed his head and gently steered it higher. He knew that probably meant she was ready for clitoral stimulation. Sure enough when he gently licked around the little hooded nub, Susan's hands held his head in place. She loudly expressed her appreciation, "YES YES right there more more more OH YES YES YEEEEEES!" Tim was no expert, but he figured she couldn't get much more excited, so she must be getting near her climax. He put his lips around her clit and sucked on it like a nipple, when strumming it back and forth with his tongue. That worked! "OH MY GOD!! AGGGGHH!" Susan's sound went off scale into silence, but her body contracted so hard she practically threw Tim back. The spasms went on for several seconds, and ended with Susan silent and curled up in a near fetal position. Tim was almost worried about her, but the smile she gave him told him all was well. Tim climbed in the bed and she uncurled only to wrap around him like a blanket. For a long time they just enjoyed the feel and warmth of each other's bodies but finally they cuddled and talked. They talked about their feelings for each other and they talked about making love the first time. They decided it should be tonight. They would go out and have a nice dinner, come back and bathe each other and then make love. They were both excited and a little nervous. Tim was more nervous than Susan and he was the one with all the questions: "Birth control?" "I've been on the pill since I got to college, I figured I'd meet someone someday." "Pain?" "Relax, although you are my first lover, I'm afraid my vibrator took care of my hymen long ago. It got quite a workout while I was waiting for a certain someone to step up to the plate." "I've never actually done this, what if I'm a lousy lover." "Then I'm just going to have to make you practice until you get it right." Finally Susan just put her fingers to his lips. "Tim, listen to me, I love you so much I was willing to stick with you even when I thought you would never fuck me at all. There is nothing you can do here that isn't good. I'm as inexperienced as you. We'll learn together. I'm so happy I could bust just knowing that we're going to make love. Good, bad, or indifferent, I don't care and I probably wouldn't know the difference. Tim, I love you no matter what. Let's both just relax and enjoy it. It's been a lot of fun so far." And before he could think of another question she smothered him with a smoldering kiss that removed all doubts from his mind. They spent the afternoon just being a couple for the first time. They did some special shopping for that night. Tim made a quick run home to get clothes and toiletries. They decided to refrain from any more sex until the official deflowering. But they did take a nap together cuddled up nude. Tim just enjoyed studying her beautiful breasts and nipples up close. He couldn't believe his good fortune that now this lovely body was going to be available to him on a regular basis. He leaned over and gently sucked on a nipple, Susan responded by holding his head with both hands and making gentle soothing sounds. He found it somehow comforting to suckle like a baby and she found it gave her a warm glow in her groin, part sexual and part something else. But like a mother and child they both drifted off to sleep. They couldn't afford a really expensive restaurant but they splurged on a nice Italian place known for good food and a romantic atmosphere at a reasonable price. They had a lot to celebrate. Things the day had already brought; their discovery that they could have a relationship, the end to frustration, their first kiss, their first sexual touch, and their first real date. And things the day would bring, their mutual deflowering, their coming of age, and the consummation of their love. If they lived to be 110, it is doubtful that either of them would ever forget this day. The food and wine happened to be very good, though it is doubtful that they would have noticed, or minded, if the food had been burnt and the wine turned. So much in love were they, the very air smelled like lilacs. They danced together as though floating on a cloud. Not only did they have a fabulous evening, but they brightened the evening of other guests. Old married couples whose marriages had long ago gone stale found themselves holding hands as they watched this beautiful innocent young love. By the time they returned to her apartment, with perhaps a little help from the wine, even Tim had lost his fear. In its place was a cheerful playfulness and an innocent curiosity. Neither had grown up with siblings or had played doctor with other children. Except for pictures, this was their first chance to study the body of the opposite gender. Not only was it exciting, it was fun. Susan had set the standard of openness, and Tim had followed along. So Tim was not surprised when they got home from the restaurant and Susan followed him into the bathroom. "Are you going to pee?" she asked very matter of factly. Tim nodded. "I've never seen a man pee, can I hold it?" Tim nodded again, he actually found the idea kinda exciting. So Susan aimed while Tim peed. "Wow, she said when he was done, that's fun, it's like playing fireman. No wonder you guys have so much fun with these things. Can I do this again sometime?" "Anytime you want, I like it when you touch me. Do I get to watch you too?" "Sure, but I'm afraid there's nothing to aim." She pulled down her panties, raised her skirts, sat on the toilet so he'd get a clear view and she relieved herself. Tim was fascinated. She rolled some toilet paper off the roll and offered it to him. In a quiet voice, "you can wipe me off, but only if you want to." She was afraid he might find this gross. Not Tim, he treated it as though he had been offered a chance to conduct a sacrament. The whole thing could have been kinky, or a little nasty, but when done by the two of them had an almost childlike innocence. They undressed each other in preparation for bathing. The tub unfortunately was too small to hold them both so they had decided Susan would bathe Tim first. While not a great athlete, Tim stayed trim and in shape and kept a swimmer's body. Susan really enjoyed the experience of getting to wash it. There was a lot of kissing, and she spent more time washing his cock than mere cleanliness required. It became apparent that Tim might be a little over stimulated. "Oh Tim, I do believe that Little Timmy is getting very tense again. I think I'd better help him relax so he'll be able to enjoy himself tonight." When he got out of the tub, Susan briskly dried him with towel. Then kneeling in front of him she quickly drew him into her mouth. The sudden feeling of warm moist softness, plus the sight of his manhood disappearing into the mouth of this beautiful creature was almost more than he could bear. She used a little suction plus a rapid up and down motion. It wasn't a very sophisticated technique. She hadn't even figured out what to do with her tongue. It couldn't have mattered less. Tim's needs were at least as uncomplicated as her methods. She had Little Timmy in her mouth, it felt incredible, what else mattered? In only a few minutes, Tim felt the familiar tightness in his balls. As his fluids boiled up, Tim frantically tried to warn her, "darling I'm going to cum, oh God, I'm cumming AHH!" He expected her to take him out of her mouth, not realizing that she had already decided not to. She just sucked a little harder and drank down all his fluids. Then she smiled up at him like the cat that swallowed the canary. He grabbed her and kissed her, not minding his own taste, and fell just a little more in love with this woman of infinite surprise. The tub was quickly refilled, this time with some nice feminine bath salts and bubbles. It may fairly be said that no man ever lavished more attention on his work, or enjoyed it more, than Tim giving Susan her bath that night. When he washed her feet, he sucked on each and every toe. When he bathed her legs he kissed his way up and down their entire length. In fact, there wasn't a square inch of her body that Tim did not kiss, or lick or nuzzle. And Susan, who loved to be touched by nature, loved and appreciated every single moment. Tim finally lifted her from the tub and rubbed her all over with thick spa towels. Her very skin tingled. In the bedroom, they brought out the items from their shopping that day. They had candles to light the room with a warm romantic glow, incense to add fragrance to the air, wine to drink, and fruit and cheese to eat. They had each selected some of their favorite CDs to play. They cuddled in bed sipping wine and nibbling cheese and whispering their love to each other. They knew that soon they would be making love, but they were in no hurry. It would be even hard to mark the moment their love making began. There was a lot of kissing going on and at some point, the kissing became the main activity, and the wine and cheese forgotten. They just couldn't seem to get enough of each other's kisses. Then finally Tim's kisses wandered away from her mouth and started exploring her neck and her ear lobes and Susan replied with contented sighs. As his kisses wandered down her shoulders and towards her breasts, her nipples stiffened in anticipation. Most women like their nipples sucked and teased, some very much so. Susan definitely fell in this latter group, with a direct nerve connection from breast to groin, so that teasing her nipples caused her to get wet. Fortunately Tim liked to play with them just as much as she liked them to be played with. The result was that Susan was soaking wet, long before she had been touched below the waist. Susan, breathing a little heavy, reached down for his cock. It was already fully erect. She started to rub it but Tim shook his head. She understood that he didn't want any more stimulation now. She was wet enough, but she wanted a bit more foreplay before attempting intercourse. "Tim, please, will you eat me before we make love?" Tim immediately slid down the bed until his head was between her legs. He understood that this was not a time for teasing. He immediately put his tongue and his fingers to work. His tongue started licking her from her little anal rosebud to her clitoris and back again. Each time his tongue brushed by the clit, she sucked in her breath, and her level of excitement seemed to click up another notch. His whole face was quickly covered in her juices, but he didn't mind, he found her taste intoxicating. She whispered "Now Tim." He understood this as his signal to bring her to climax, so he launched an all out assault on her clit. As before he sucked on it like a nipple while teasing it with his tongue. And as before, she went off like a skyrocket, with a series of vaginal contractions, which seemed to go on longer. She reached down and pulled him back up to her. She kissed his face and even licked some of her own juices off him. Susan hugged him for a few minutes, then she held his face with both hands where she could look in his eyes. "Tim, my love, I am ready now, please, I want you in me, make me yours," She kissed him once and lay back and opened herself to him. Tim positioned himself between her legs and tried to line himself up. He felt her hand reach down and gently take his cock and place it in her. When he slowly thrust forward he felt his organ slide into a perfect glove of softness and warmth and wetness. He had never felt, or imagined that there could be such a wonderful feeling. Susan had expected to feel somewhat violated or invaded, such as you feel in a doctor's office. But instead she felt filled and completed, as though a part of her that was missing had been supplied. He gently pushed in inch by inch, and every inch produced a new wave of sensations for each of them. And while she felt filled and stretched by the first man to enter her, she never felt discomfort, only fulfillment. And when finally they lay fully pelvis to pelvis, and he was completely encased in her, the fit was perfect, as though they had been made just for each other. And when he started to pull back, she fell deprived as though part of her was being taken away. Both of them had heard stories of first times being disappointing so they were unprepared for the intensity of the experience. For Tim, each stroke in and out of this magical glove was drawing his sap towards the surface. Susan, who had never really come down from her previous orgasms, was finding herself rapidly building towards another series. Tim was desperately holding off waiting for her. Susan breathlessly called to him, "I'm going to cum, Oh God, I'm cumming, cum with me Tim, please!" This freed Tim to make a few final mighty thrusts when he felt the first spasms of her orgasm. This triggered his climax. The wash of warm fluids across her cervix and filling her, triggered her main release. Both of them were clinging to each other in a loud vocal and joyous orgasm. They clung together in the afterglow. They both felt very much loved and in love. Susan was the first to notice that in the way of healthy young men, Tim still maintained an erection. She started moving against it and felt Tim responding. "Tim, last time we made love, this time let's fuck. And take me from behind?" She got up on her hands and knees and Tim got behind her. This time he didn't have any trouble lining up his cock. He thrust into her smoothly and carefully a few times as a check. Then grabbing both sides of her hips, he started pounding into her as hard as he could. Susan matched his rhythm pushing back. She was yelling, "Yes, fuck me, fuck me hard, harder." The gentle loving making was now replaced by pure animal lust. All the frustrations of the last months boiled up and were expressed in these few minutes of pure FUCKING. And that is what it was. It was the eternal, universal act of instinctual primal mating in the crudest and most expressive form. Every emotion and ounce of energy they could muster went into this act and when they reached its violent climax; It left them both as limp as rag dolls. Their physical needs totally sated, they just snuggled together and slept the night away in each others arms. When they awoke, they just clung to each other as though to make sure that it hadn't all been a dream. That this happiness, which had so long eluded them, would not now somehow slip away. But the practical realities of life, full bladders, a desire for a shower, hunger, all conspired to bring them back to the real world. Susan was willing to make a concession to the bladders, provided she had aiming privileges of course. She insisted however that she had two items she wanted to attend to before any thing else. Tim was a little worried by the intensity in her voice, but he obviously agreed to hear her urgent agenda. Susan, with a perfectly straight face and a solemn voice announced, "Tim before we can be free to start a new life together, I must end my relationship with my current lover." Tim did a double take and his heart sank. Susan reached over into the drawer of her nightstand and withdrew an impressive looking silver vibrator. "Farewell, faithful Silver Stallion," she solemnly intoned, "we have spent many evenings together but I have found a new lover to replace you, alas farewell." She gracefully tossed the vibrator into the trash can, and then she and a very relieved Tim clung to each other in gales of laughter. "Are you sure you want to do that Susan?" laughed Tim, "I'm fairly certain he's bigger than I am." "Maybe, but he's a lousy kisser and absolutely no good for snuggling. No I'm sure I'm keeping you." "Well I hope you aren't expecting a similar gesture on my part," laughed Tim wiggling the fingers of his right hand, "Rosy Palm and I have been attached all my life." "Well I'm not sure," said Susan, pretending to look thoughtful, "From what I hear about you guys, I won't be able to trust the two of you alone for ten minutes. Hmmm, on the other hand Rosy was really getting into me last night, and I do mean getting into me." She grabbed his right hand and stuck it on her breast. "Ok, here's the deal, as long as Rosy stays bi and does a good job taking care of me, she gets to stay." Tim immediately made sure that Rosy started to do a super job taking care of Susan, adding to the hilarity. "Unfortunately," Susan said, "my second item is not as funny. I want to get back at Larry for almost destroying our chance to be together." Susan was very bitter, when she realized how near Larry came to preventing this wonderful time from ever happening. And for the pain and frustration he had inflicted on them both. "I have a great idea how to fix Larry good." She leaned over and whispered her idea to Tim. Tim laughed, "You may look sweet, but you have a wicked side to you. Remind me never to piss you off. I love the idea, but it's outrageously far fetched. I can't believe even Larry is dumb enough to fall for it." "Trust me, he's got that big an ego and he's that dumb. Do exactly what I say and he'll never get over it." Monday night at work, they waited until there was no one else around and they could get Larry alone. Tim went over to where Larry was working and pretended to be working there also. A minute later Susan came by, seemingly by accident. Tim grabbed her and ordered "Come here honey, I want some loving" and yanked her onto his lap. He put one hand up under her skirt. Larry braced himself for the bloodshed. Instead Susan meekly acquiesced, "Of course Tim, anything for you" and she wrapped her arms around his neck and passionately kissed him. Then she hopped up and politely asked "Anything else Tim?" he gestured dismissively, "If you think of anything, please let me know." And she went on about her work as though nothing had happened. Later, Larry cornered her alone, "hey Susan, what gives, I thought you were a lesbian? "I was Larry, I had completely given up on men, every so called man I went out with was just a pathetic little boy trying to get in my pants. They couldn't possibly begin to meet the needs of a REAL WOMAN... Oops I'm sorry Larry, I forgot, we went out too, didn't we?" But Tim, now he's a REAL MAN. You understand what I mean by a real man don't you?" She held her hands out to indicate a size somewhere between porno star and oh my God you're not sticking that thing in me!" Larry's eyes bugged out. "So Tim converted me back. Thanks to him I'm not a lesbian any more." She walked away making sure to use a very sexy hip action. She joined Tim who took her hand, and the happy couple left to walk home together, leaving Larry to pick up the pieces of his completely shattered male ego as best he could. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2006-06-03 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------