http://www.mrdouble.com Before we get down to the story, let's have a brief intro. If you want to skip it, that's your business. I've wanted to write this story for some time now. In fact, I sat down to write something entirely different, but instead this came out. I was even a bit surprised myself. I've noticed before that stories, documents, manuals, and whatever tripe I write, tend to run away with me, and it seems that it's happened again: it's grown to well over 10000 words. It won't be the last time, I guess. Often I sit down to compose a brief paper, and I wind up with a dissertation. Oh well... so be it. At least I'm satisfied with this. It has grown into something that I consider quite good, which is no mean trick. By the way, writing your own erotica is even better than reading someone else's! It takes a lot out of you, though. I'm not sure I can keep up with it. #-) So why am I writing this? Simply because not doing it makes me feel worse. The monkey on your back, as Heinlein called it, and he should know. I seem to be cursed with the urge to put these ramblings of my mind into writing, while there are much better things I could do with my hands when I'm alone, in response to much more pleasant urges. That's probably why I'm rambling like this at the moment. You've probably stopped reading some time ago. This is not an autobiographic story, but I wouldn't mind if it had been. In other words, there's a lot of stuff for any would-be shrink in this, so I'm not going to reveal my true identity. Instead, I challenge all of them to locate me, using this piece of tripe. If they manage to, perhaps we can talk business. :-) This is not a story of the come-and-go type (pun intended). Although that's the good part, of course. It does contain sexually explicit material, and it is entirely a figment of my fantasy. I deny any responsibility for the effect this stuff may have on you - if you decide to read this, you can go and shave your own palms, thank you. Oh, one more thing. Since this is an idealized fantasy, safe sex isn't mentioned. In real life that would of course be deadly stupid. Literally. So don't get any ideas. I can hear you thinking by now, 'GET BLOODY ON WITH IT!!!' Very well... Since you insist, here we go. ----------------------------------------------------------------- When Mark saw Laura for the first time, he didn't know what to think of her. He wasn't very experienced with girls to begin with, and his few experiences had usually been rather painful. In fact, he'd hesitated to come to the party - he wasn't really a party animal - because of the fear that some of those experien- ces would repeat themselves. On the other hand, there were some signs that he'd spend another evening being a wall flower, and he wasn't really sure he could take that. So that's how he found himself carefully eying the crowd, thinking speculative thoughts. She stuck out in the crowd - a tall, slender girl, with short, almost boyish, sandy hair. She moved with grace, catlike, but with a decisiveness that seemed more masculine than feminine. She wore a checkered blouse over a pair of well-worn jeans and sport shoes. He followed her with his eyes, registering every detail of her face, her short hair, the way she moved. At some moment, he imagined her at a college football field. Somehow, she wouldn't look the slightest bit out of place there, he decided. She'd attack a guy who tried to block her way without hesitation. After giving it some careful thought, Mark decided not to take any action. He didn't know exactly why. Perhaps it was an unwillingness to get snubbed again, or perhaps it was just (face it, bud!) the fact that he'd always been a bit shy and didn't make friends very easily. When she started making her way to the crowded bar, Mark discovered that his glass had been empty for some time, and decided to have another one. It wasn't really the type of party where you'd come and get smashed, but there wasn't any point in staying completely sober, either. He elbowed his way through the crowd, and he was a bit surprised to find himself standing next to her at the bar. It had to be a total coincidence, of course. Subconscious desire absolutely couldn't have had anything to do with it. As she turned around, glass in hand, she almost, but not quite, avoided a collision with him. She took a step back, and carefully, deliberately it seemed, she looked him over - his closely cropped black hair, his serious face, his slender, tall body, his worn jeans, his old Nikes. Then she looked back at his eyes, and showed him a faint, amused smile. 'Do you always creep up on people like this?' she asked him. 'Sure', Mark replied, 'but don't tell anyone.' He smiled. 'I made you spill your drink. Care for another?' She seemed to consider the question. Somehow, that made him a bit uneasy. Had he already blown it? He hadn't really thought about his approach. Had that been a good idea? He wondered. 'OK,' she said, 'but I'm buying.' She said it adamantly, somehow challenging him to protest. Mark quickly made up his mind. He'd never liked to take initiative when it came to girls, and if she wanted to boss him around, that just might lead to a refreshing change. 'Why not?' he said. 'I'll have a beer.' She eyed him speculatively for a second, then seemed to make some kind of decision. She turned around to order. 'I don't usually drink with strangers, you know,' she said, handing him the beer. 'That's no problem,' Mark said. 'I'm Mark. If you tell me your name, we aren't strangers anymore, and I can drink my beer. How's that?' 'Sounds reasonable,' she answered. 'Besides, I'm thirsty, so I'll get along with that.' She took up her drink. 'OK, I'm Laura. Nice to meet you. Cheers!' She drank deeply from the frosty glass. Somehow, they spent the rest of the evening talking. Marks first impressions of Laura seemed to have been right. She was a very decisive person. She told him that she studied computer technology, and specialized in operating system design. The look she leveled at him when she told him that, clearly challenged him to comment on it. At that point Mark thought he began to understand. At some point the must have grown sick of all those remarks on a girl doing that kind of work, and she'd started fighting it. Yet that attitude had not interfered with the practical, matter-of-fact character she possessed, or turned into one of those frustrated would-be's. On the whole, Mark liked that. On the other hand, he realized that this was just specula- tion, and that he didn't really know this girl. But he got the distinct impression that her personality matched his rather well. To some degree, of least. All in all he was amazed at the fact that when the evening had grown quite late, they were still together. He never had much success with keeping girls interested in him, but somehow this was different. Laura seemed to like him, and somehow she didn't mind if he knew it. Somehow, with Laura all that tedious fandancing wasn't really needed. He realized that there were a lot of somehows in there, but her matter-of-fact attitude was contagious, and, surprising himself, Mark told her that he liked her. He didn't even mind telling her. That kind of openness was very unusual to him. 'Good,' she said. 'Why don't we go someplace?' 'We are,' Mark replied dryly. She leveled one of her penetrating looks at him. 'Someplace else, I mean,' she said. 'I like you, you like me, so why don't we go someplace where we can see more of each other?' Her business-like approach slightly alarmed Mark. He wasn't sure that he was ready for that kind of thing yet, and he certainly hadn't counted on it. Or was it that his thoughts had been deliberately avoiding the subject? At any rate, there was no avoiding it now. 'I would really like that, he said honestly. 'But you may be in for a disappoint- ment. I'm not exactly shaped like a young god, you know...' She smiled almost fondly at him. 'That's not really important,' she told him. 'Few people are, you know.' Mark didn't get it. Why would she like a lump like him? Part of him desperately wanted to believe her, wanted to believe that she liked him - him, of all people! - but some other, more cautious part was afraid to believe it, afraid to get hurt again. He struggled with it. Vaguely he realized that within moments he had abandoned his usual caution, that he had shunned his habit of keeping all people at a safe distance. He realized that these emotions were new to him, that they controlled him much more then he controlled them, and that simple fact scared the hell out of him. Mark took a deep breath. 'And you wouldn't mind training a novice?' he asked. Somehow, getting that fact into the open had seemed more difficult than anything else in his life. She looked him into the eyes for several seconds. 'I believe I would like that,' she said very softly. 'Why don't you come with me?' She held out her hand. When he took it, everything seemed to fall into place. With a faint sense of bewilderment, Mark realized that he hadn't felt so content with the world for as long as he could remember. * * * Laura opened the door to her small apartment. The short walk through the cool night air had relaxed her a bit. She'd always liked evenings. The dark, quiet streets usually had a calming effect on her - provided she didn't have to walk them alone, though. As she led Mark into the apartment, she wondered why she was doing all this. Sure, she liked this serious, reserved young man. But wouldn't it be better to keep him at some distance until she knew him better? She'd made that mistake before, and things had been rather horrible. However, the question was pretty much academic now. All she could do was hope for the best and see what developed. She turned on the light in what she preferred to call the workshop. The apartment had originally been a one-room affair, but she had placed a rather large book case with long shelves at about two-third of the short wall, which now served as a kind of separation between the workshop and what she thought of as the bedroom. Mark eyed the room with a mild look of surprise. 'Oh my...' he muttered, looking speculatively at the workbench that lined the wall. Tools, showing signs of use, were stored in a box standing on a corner table, while most of the workbench was occupied by a huge PCB rack. A rats nest of cables completed the setup. He slowly walked over to the pile of assorted hardware, held out his hand, and carefully ran his finger along the ridge of the metal rack. Somehow, the gesture was almost erotic. Laura's eyes followed him as he curiously examined the boards that were mounted in the rack. 'What do you need so many CPU's for?', he asked. 'Something I'm working on,' she replied a bit evasively. 'It's no trick to hook up all kinds of hardware, but the problem is the software to keep it all going. That's what I'm trying to do.' Damn. Why did she feel so defensive? Sure, people always were surprised to find a girl involved in hitech work, but what the hell? She'd never cared about other peoples opinions. Why did she care about it now? She carefully examined his face, trying to see what thoughts lay behind it. He didn't show any sign of surprise. 'Hm... what's your biggest problem then?' he asked with a kind of professional curiosity. He'd told her that he did something in electronics, but she didn't remember exactly what, or at what level. Somehow her memory of the past evening was a blur. 'Process management', she said absent-mindedly. 'I've got the internal communications system going, but it's next to impossible to break up all tasks into segments suited for multi- processing...' Her thoughts drifted. Perhaps if she could find a way to convert the whole thing into separate matrix algorithms... But of course you'd be stuck with one hell of an overhead. On the other hand.... Damn! She was at it again. And to think that she'd gone to that party to get her mind off the project. 'But that can wait,' she said resolutely. 'Time enough to let it drive me crazy tomorrow. Want some coffee?' 'Sure', he replied, still looking thoughtful at the hardware hookup. As Laura walked to the kitchenette she decided that this young man just might be as crazy as she was. She wasn't altogether sure that was a good thing. She made a face at herself as she switched on the coffee maker. Mark was rather impressed with the equipment on the workbench. The possibilities of such a setup were immediately clear, if, indeed, the software to get it all running was available. His thoughts went off into the more exotic realms of programming, the coffee maker making asthmatic noises in the background. Then he felt her presence closely beside him. 'Don't,' she said softly as she put her arm around him. 'This has driven me crazy for weeks now, and by the look in your eyes I'd say you're a goner, too... If I don't manage to distract you, of course.' Mark made a face. Keep you mind on the business at hand, pal! Don't behave like the nerd you probably are... The slight nervosity that had been troubling him since they'd left the party immediately returned. Laura didn't give him much time to be nervous, however. She deliberately turned him around with his back to the workbench, put an arm around his neck, and kissed him thoroughly. He'd never been kissed like that before. Most girls waited for him to kiss them, but not Laura. Apparently she'd decided that this was what she wanted to do, and now she did it. She threw herself into the kiss with an enthusiasm that Mark found slightly alarming. 'Did I surprise you?' she asked him with an amused look in her eyes. 'Some,' he said. 'Good,' she said. 'Why don't we do it again?' This time he was better prepared. 'Not bad,' she commented somewhat later. 'You could use a bit more practice, though.' She kissed him again. Mark decided that he sort of liked that. As their tongues explored each other, his hands seemed to develop a will of their own. One hand slowly stroked the small of her back, while the other touched the even more interesting regions covered by the backside of her tight jeans. He remembered to breathe. When she broke off the kiss, he was amazed to find that she had been leading them toward the bed. How had she managed to do that? She started to unbutton his shirt. 'What about that coffee?' he asked dryly. The look she gave him was almost stern. 'Somehow I think that can wait,' she replied. Then she smiled. 'Are you nervous?' she asked. 'Some,' he admitted. 'But I guess that's only natural, isn't it?' He solved the problem by kissing her again. 'Why don't we get you out of these clothes,' she whispered when she had finished unbuttoning his shirt. As he let the shirt fall down his arms she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. And a good thing, too, because Mark had become acutely aware of the fact that those jeans had become rather tight at the crotch. He lifted a foot and she pulled the jeans down from that leg, and then the other. Without giving him time to be self-conscious about it, the removed his shorts the same way, then pushed him backwards onto the bed. Laura bent over and kissed him again, holding his head in her hands as she did so. Then she pushed herself up and eyed the huge erection he had. 'I like a guy who comes prepared,' she said softly. She took his penis in her hand and carefully pushed back the foreskin to reveal the purple head. Mark gasped. Laura ran her thumb along the rim of the smooth, rubbery surface of the head, now shiny with tension. His penis gave a warning lurch. His balls felt incredibly heavy. 'Poor Mark,' she muttered. 'You're almost exploding, aren't you?' All he could do was nod. 'Well, we can't have that,' she said business-like, and she encircled his scrotum with her fingers. Her other hand moved the skin around his shaft up and down a few times. Mark held his breath. Then she stroked the head again, this time with the tip of her forefinger, feeling the heat under that smooth, rubbery surface. 'Let's see what we can do to relieve that pressure,' she said almost absent-mindedly. A bright red blush had crept across her face. With the hand that had been stroking his head she pulled down the skin around his shaft again, this time keeping it down. Her other hand stroked his scrotum, then slid down between his legs to the cleft of his buttocks. She bent her head down toward his penis, and gently licked the rim of his head. Mark tried to keep in a low moan, but didn't quite succeed. A clear, shiny drop appeared at the slit as she ran her tongue around the rim. She opened her mouth wider, and let part of the head slowly slip into it. Her lips enclosed the rim of his head, as her tongue slowly licked the slit in long, loving swipes. The sensations were incredible. Mark felt the onset of his orgasm beginning to build inside his balls and at the base of his shaft. He tensed. His penis gave a warning spasm again. She let him slide out of her mouth, stroking his head with her lips as she did so. 'Are you about to come?' she asked him directly. Mark nodded mutely, not trusting himself to speak. She slid her lips back around his head, this time taking him in deeper, until the entire head was in her mouth, the tip against her palate. Then she sucked. Mark drew the air into his lungs with an audible hiss. The sensations were incredible! He shook, and his body tensed up all over, a wonderful, warm feeling beginning to build up in his groin and spreading outward from there. She started rhythmically sucking the head of his penis, once, twice. His orgasm builded more rapidly now, the feeling extending from the base of his shaft toward the tip. Her hand that had been stroking his butt and balls now slid between his legs again, the tip of her finger rubbing that sensitive area between scrotum and anus. Then she let her finger slide back towards the cleft of this buttocks, ran along it, then slowly slid inside, and she sucked again. The wonderful feeling that had been extending from the base of his shaft to his expanding head suddenly reached it. Mark shuddered. She sensed his orgasm, responded by keeping the vacuum in her mouth. Lightning struck the tip of his penis, which responded by giving off electric sparks. He pissed her mouth full of stars. She licked his head again, and the sensations increased even more. The lightning continued, current running between his balls and the tip of his penis, on and on. Then his spasms began, and he jetted into her mouth, thick, heavy spurts. As he shot and shot, she swallowed it all, up to the last drop, until there was no more. Dark spots danced before his eyes as he lay back exhausted. This was unlike anything he'd ever felt. Masturbation could be good, sure, but this was pleasure of an entirely different magnitude. When he had recovered somewhat, he looked up to her, her face very close to his now, the smell of his own come faintly in his nostrils. He put his hand around her head, gently pulled her face down to his and kissed her. It tasted vaguely salty, but not unpleasant. She smiled. 'That should take off the tension a bit,' she said softly. 'Yes...' Mark replied weakly. 'But are you sure it was a good idea? After this, I think I'll probably need some time to recover.' Laura sat down on the bed beside him. 'That was more or less what I had in mind,' she said. 'You'd never have made it anyhow, and now we'll have the time to do this the right way. Rushing things can be pretty awful, I think. Besides, are you still nervous?' Mark briefly considered that. 'No,' he replied calmly. She seemed to have been right. Somehow he found that vastly comforting. 'Then why don't we give you some of the training you mentioned earlier?' she said, her tone business-like, but with a distant look in her eyes. The blush on her cheeks had grown even darker, and now also covered part of her neck. She stretched luxuriously, her movements resembling those of a cat more than ever now. She held out her hand to him. He took it, and sat up on the bed beside her. Laura kept herself from trembling with considerable effort. She was more excited than she had been for a long, long time, and it took all self-control she could muster to keep herself from rushing into things. On the other hand, she'd always liked to be in control, and if she judged him right, this serious, calm young man would actually like her to set the pace. So this just might work out real good, after all. His hand slowly went to the buttons of the checkered blouse she wore, and started unbuttoning it from the top down. She smiled at him, then pulled up the blouse where she had it tucked in her jeans. She congratulated herself at having decided not to wear a bra when she'd picked her clothes for the party. His hands slowly parted the front of her blouse. She let it slide down her shoulders, pulled her arms out of sleeves. Her breasts now stood out freely. She had always been more or less content with the way they looked, and never gave it much thought. But now, as she looked at his face, she felt a sudden surge of joy, for the effect her body had on him was obvious. He held his breath as he let his gaze slide all over her. Her breasts were not large. They were young and firm, however, and had just the right proportion to fit her slender body. The areolae were at the moment wrinkled with excitement, and the pink nipples clearly stood out from the middle of them. She felt how her breasts swelled, sensitive with anticipation. 'Do you like me?' she asked, before she could keep it in. He obviously forced himself to speak. 'You're beautiful,' he whispered. For some reason, she'd never actually believed that, but this time it made her feel warm all over. She took his hand and pulled it to her chest. He slowly ran the tip of his fingers along the outer curve of her right breast, stroked the smooth skin on the underside and inside of the breast, then moved his hand outward again over the upper region, thus circling the nipple. The sensation made here acutely aware of the tension in her nipples, and she suddenly longed for him to touch those warm, hard buds. She closed her eyes and sighed. Encouraged by her reaction, he brought up his other hand to her neck and started stroking his way from there, over her left shoulder, towards her other breast. While he was doing so, she bent over and kissed him hard. It was all she could do to keep from moaning. She gently pushed him back upon the bed, lying down next to him. 'Tell me what you like,' he said suddenly. 'Tell me what to do.' Laura wasn't quite prepared for that question. She knew immediately that he was deadly serious, however. She sighed. 'This,' she replied dreamily. It was true, after all, and it gave her a bit time to think. Not that she was thinking very coherent- ly right now. He looked into her eyes for a moment, then kissed her. This time, as he broke off the kiss, he let his lips slide down towards her neck. His hands continued to play over her breasts, the circles his fingers trailed around the center of them grew smaller. The sensation was delicious, and her need for him to finally touch her nipples grew wonderfully agonizing. She sighed again. As he kissed the hollow of her left shoulder, his thumbs suddenly slid over the tips of her breasts, and she gasped. He looked into her eyes, his face a question. 'Go on... it feels so good...' she muttered, closing her eyes. As she felt his hands play all over her breasts now, the nipples, the cleavage between them, even stroking her shoulders, she felt totally content. She'd never made love with someone who took her pleasure so seriously. The way he moved, the way he caressed her, the way he looked at her face to see the effect it had on her, clearly spoke of his need to do for her what she'd done for him. Her nipples grew hard under his gently rubbing thumbs. Then his mouth reached the outer curve of her left breast, and he started kissing it. He covered the breast with kisses, but again left the nipple alone, while his hands kept stroking her. When his mouth finally covered her nipple, her hands rose of their own will, and she pulled his head down on her chest to keep him from stopping. She felt her nipples swell as his thumb rubbed one, and his lips played around the other one, his tongue licking it in long, gentle swipes. She'd never felt so good. 'Are you sure you've never done this before?' she asked him. He looked up, his eyes like the rising sun. 'Very sure,' he replied softly. 'Then you're a natural. Why don't you help me out of this?' she said, unfastening the button of her jeans. Mark's hand was actually trembling when he unzipped Laura's jeans. As she arched her back, lifting her buttocks from the bed, he pulled them down by the belt. She lay back and lifted her legs, so that he could pull down the jeans from them, first one leg, then the other. 'Much better,' she approved. She was naked now, except for the teal green panties she wore. When her legs parted, they revealed a large, wet spot at her groin, which made the panties partially transparent there, hinting at what lay underneath. He smelled her excitement now, the heavy smell of a woman who is sexually excited. He felt lightheaded. She held out her hand and pulled him back towards her. She held his head between her hands and kissed him. He started caressing her body again, but this time she gently took one of his hands and moved it down to her belly. The smooth skin was inviting, and his hand started to play along the underline of her ribs, her belly button, and the small of her back. He felt the muscles ripple under her skin in response to his caress, and, still kissing her, he slid his other hand along her neck, down her shoulder, towards her breasts. Then he finally broke off the kiss and pushed himself up to look at her. She could easily have been skinny. There was something boyish about her appearance to begin with, and her breasts were not very large, nor were her hips very wide. But instead she was slender rather than skinny, her breasts were full and firm, and she was deliciously curved in all the right places. Somehow her proportions fit so well together that the overall result made his head spin. When she looked at him, her eyes were questioning. 'Just admiring the scenery,' he told her dryly. 'Do you really think I'm beautiful?' she asked him with a strange catch in her voice. A high, bright red blush covered her face and neck. 'Absolutely perfect,' he replied. Words could not really express what he felt. He lay down again, this time on one elbow, and, because it seemed the right thing to do, he stroked her belly again. 'Now go on,' she told him softly. He let his hand slide down over the outline of her hip, down along her leg, then crossed over to the inside of her thigh. As she sighed, he slowly moved up his hand to stroke the sensitive areas at the inside of her legs. Her back arched, her muscles flowing under her skin like those of a cat. As his fingers traced the outline of the wet panties, her smell hit him like a punch in the face. He moved his thumb upwards from between her legs to her belly button, straight across the large wet patch in her teal green panties. 'Go on...' she said, her voice somewhat urgent now. Her hands moved to her hips, seeming to do so by their own free will, and she started to pull down her panties. His hand slid down from her belly and slowly moved down the elastic band as she lifted her buttocks from the bed. Brown, curly pubic hair appeared, shiny pearls of moist glittering in it. She pulled down the panties until her buttocks were free, than lay back on the bed. He moved the wet garment further down along her thighs, finally revealing the slit of her vagina. She lifted her knees, and he pulled it down all the way. She pulled one foot out of it, then kicked the panties across the room with the other. Now finally Laura lay totally naked before him. The sight of her took his breath away. He put a trembling hand on the inside of her thigh again and slowly slid it up toward that hot wetness between her legs. As he looked almost with awe to the slit of her vagina, she slowly slid one leg down to the floor, thus spreading her smooth thighs before him. As his hand reached her vagina, she moved the leg even further, spreading her nether lips slightly. Marks finger carefully traced the outline of her labia, then carefully spread the complex folds. He'd never been so intimate with a girl, and he examined every detail of her sex. Her slit was glistening wet and slippery, completely covered with her fluids. His hand moved up to stroke her whole pubic region, played through the short, hard curls, then slowly moved down again across the smooth, slightly puffy ridges of flesh that almost protectively flanked her vagina. The warm, slippery moisture spread under his fingers. Hidden in the folds at the top of her slit, a dark colored nubbin was just visible. His finger spread the brown curls across the top of her vagina, then slowly traced the outline of that nubbin as he minutely examined the anatomy of it. He spread her labia a bit further, dipped his fingers into the wetness covering the lower regions of her vagina, and slowly smeared it on the stem of her clitoris, his finger running up and down. He heard how she drew in her breath. Then he gently stroked the tip of it. 'Careful,' she cautioned him. 'A clitoris is very sensitive, and touching it with your fingers like that can be painful.' 'Tell me what you like', Mark asked her again. 'I want to make you feel as great as you made me feel. Tell me how.' Her smile looked genuinely happy. 'That's easy,' she said. 'Remember how I made you come? Now you can return the favor.' She pulled up her leg from the floor, moved her other leg aside, and spread her thighs, thus lying wide open before him. 'I'd really like that,' she whispered. Mark smiled. So would he. Her smell made his head spin. He had already been hard for some time, and his penis began to throb as he sat down on his knees before her. Laura felt good all over. Mark was completely unskilled at making love, sure, but that was what she'd expected. What she had not expected was how seriously he took her pleasure, and the amount of careful attention he had for her needs. When he had asked her to tell him what to do, he didn't merely want instruc- tion, but also more or less tried to tell her how important her pleasure was for him. He had a deep need to make her feel good, and the warmth she felt at that thought was more than just sexual excitement. She watched as he kneeled between her spread thighs and bent his head down toward her hot wet core. It was about time, too. Her excitement had become an itch that absolutely had to be scratched. When she felt his tongue gently outlining the shape of her labia, she sharply drew in her breath. It felt so good! A warm feeling began to spread trough her abdomen. His tongue slowly explored her hot wetness, gently probing her most intimate folds. Her hands rose of their own will, until they covered her breasts, and her fingers slowly rubbed her nipples. The pleasure increa- sed, slowly but steady, with promise of the delights that were still to come. She felt his hands stroke the inside of both her thighs then, sliding up toward the core of her pleasure, and she moaned softly. 'Oh... It feels so good...' Then his stroking fingers reached the slit, traced the outline of it, then gently pulled her labia apart. His tongue sank between them, licking her inner folds with a slow, agonizing, delicious rhythm, starting at the bottom of her vagina and slowly moving up. His tongue got a bit higher every time, and she tingled with anticipation as he got closer and closer to her clitoris. She felt how her legs started to tremble. She wasn't thinking coherently any more. She faintly realized that she was no longer in control of things, but that it didn't matter a bit. Then Marks caressing tongue reached the tip of her clit, and the jolt of delight it sent to her was almost like a physical shock. She felt how the sheath around it slowly retracted to expose the swelling, extremely sensitive tip. He ran his tongue around her pleasure button a few times, than licked the tip experimentally. His touch was as gentle as could be, but it was enough. She gasped, then let out a loud moan. 'Oooohh.. yes! Go on!' she breathed. Without any conscious decision on her part, her right hand moved towards his head, and pushed it down even further to the core of her pleasure. The heat that had been radiating outward from her vagina now infused her whole body, and she felt how her orgasm started to build somewhere in her abdomen. She started breathing faster as the tension increased. Then the sensations became utterly delicious. She looked down between her breasts, and saw that Mark had taken the whole upper region of her vagina in his mouth. As his tongue continued gently licking the tip of her clit, he gently sucked at her folds. The wet friction became almost more than she could bear. 'Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes!' she breathed. Mark slowly brought up his fingers to her slippery folds, gently caressed them. He moved up his lips until they covered only her pleasure button, then started gently, rhythmically sucking it, the tip of his tongue now resting against the hot, hard nubbin. Laura pushed down his head even harder. Her pleasure mounted, became a wave spreading through her whole body, sweeping her away with it. Mark slowly started moving his tongue again. Then, finally, the wet friction became too much. An intense jolt of pleasure hit her, centering on her clitoris, engulfing her whole pubic region, and spreading outward to her thighs, her belly, her breasts, then back towards her abdomen. Her back arched, the muscles in her thighs clenched, her legs locked his head like a vise. Then the fireworks started- great, spectacular fireworks, and her spasms inundated his face with the juices of her pleasure. Lights flashed before her eyes, and she even didn't hear herself cry out in delight. She'd never screamed when she'd had an orgasm before, but the pleasure was so overwhelming that she could not control it. When her muscles finally relaxed, she lay panting, exhausted, with her eyes closed. Nothing existed but her pleasure. She sighed, the sensations ebbing slowly. She felt utterly content now, and when she opened her eyes she saw Marks face through a rosy haze. She weakly pulled his head down towards hers, and kissed him, his face wet against her lips. When she looked into his eyes, she clearly saw the genuine happiness his pleasure had brought him, and the warmth she felt inside was more than just sexual excitement. Laura's face was more beautiful than anything Mark had ever seen. The warm, utterly content happiness that shone from it almost pierced his heart, and the fact that he had given her this happiness filled him with joy. Vaguely he realized that he'd never felt like this before. The usual analytic, almost cold way in which he normally approached life had almost totally disappeared, and he wasn't exactly sure what he was left with instead of it. What he did know, however, was that it was absolu- tely unimportant. Laura's breath had calmed somewhat, and he bent over to kiss her again. She stretched luxuriously, her body flowing against his like that of a cat. He became acutely aware of her heat she still radiated, and the fact that his erection had been back for some time already. Her hand slid over his chest, then down towards his groin. 'You seem to have recovered,' she said, as she put her hand around the warmth of his penis. He was so hard he almost ached, and he felt the head expand even more as she gently rubbed her thumb over it. Then her finger gently traced the slit, spreading the slippery, clear moisture that had flowed out of it in his excitement, smearing it slowly around the sensitive rim of his head. 'Yes, you have definitely recovered,' she observed. 'Well, so have I.' She sat up, then gently pushed him down on the bed, until he lay on his back, his throbbing penis standing straight up, arching slightly backward, nodding with the rhythm of his heartbeat. 'Right now?' he asked. 'Yes... Right now,' she said dreamily. 'A girl is never more eager than when she just has, you know.' He hadn't really known, but it didn't matter. She sat up on her knees, moved to straddle his hips. She pulled her thighs apart with both her hands. Her labia were somewhat larger now than before her orgasm, Mark saw. They were still covered with her slippery fluids, and so were her inner thighs. She slowly let her knees slide apart across the bed, spreading her legs as she did so. She took the tip of his penis in one hand, kept her labia slightly parted with the thumb and forefinger of the other, and carefully put the red, almost purple, head between her nether lips. Her warmth against him felt magnificent. Then she pushed gently, his head slipped inside her, and he held his breath. She slowly lowered herself, impaling herself upon him. His penis slid deeper into her vagina. The sensation was incredible! He felt the warm, soft, slippery membranes part before his head as she slid down around him, and it was as if he was caressed by a silk glove. She lowered herself further, and he felt her heat against him increase as he slid deeper inside her body, her wetness deliciously slipping down around the tip of his penis, her juices flowing out of her around his shaft. It felt like coming home. When he was finally buried in her up to the hilt, hair on wet hair, Laura spread her legs as far as she could, taking him in even further. She arched her back, turned her pelvis forward, and literally rubbed herself against him. As she sucked in her breath with a sharp his, the movement caused his penis to slide in and out of her very slightly, and the sensation made him gasp. His hands rose of their own will, settled on her hips, his fingers stroking her firm buttocks. Watching her like this, her eyes distant, the bright red blush on her face once more, she looked more beautiful than ever. Her young, firm breasts stood proudly out from her chest, and the possibilities they offered were almost immediately clear to him. He lifted his right hand, gently stroked the outline of her breast with it, then rubbed the tip of his forefinger gently over the left nipple. He felt it harden under his touch, and watched as her nipples and areolae grew several shades darker. Instincti- vely, his hips had started to move up and down very slightly in anticipation of the movements they longed to make. Laura continued to rub herself against him, her pleasure button sliding over his pubic hair, wet from the fluids that were flowing down around his shaft. Sparks of pleasure seemed to pass between her clit and where his hands stroked her nipples. She let out her breath with a long, low moan. Marks balls felt heavy, and a wonderful, warm feeling infused his abdomen. Laura stopped moving, savoring the feeling of his hot hardness inside her. She liked to be on top, setting the pace, in charge of things. She bent slowly forward, her clit touching his short, hard curls, and pleasure flowed through her. His hands on her nipples sent sparks of joy outward from her breasts, and again she moaned softly. Then she started rocking her pelvis forward and backward, slowly, slowly, feeling the hot, smooth head of his penis slide against her inner membranes. She looked into his eyes and saw her own pleasure reflected there. They seemed very close right now. He picked up her rhythm as she rode him, his hips slowly moving up and down to meet her rocking pelvis, sending sparks of pleasure through her whole body now. The tension in her underbelly started to rise more rapidly, as they moved together. The sensations of her hot, slippery wetness sliding against the tip of his penis made Mark almost delirious with pleasure. He saw her face, eyes closed now, trough the faint, red haze of his brewing orgasm. She was more beautiful than ever, her short, sandy hair offsetting the high, bright blush that not only covered her face and neck now, but her shoulders and part of her breasts as well. She moaned softly, then began muttering softly, in a rhythm that matched her movements, 'Oh... oh.... oh...' as her pleasure increased even further. Laura wasn't thinking coherently anymore. Nothing existed but her pleasure, not only where their wet hot cores touched and slid together, but in her whole body now. She felt Marks pleasure rise as well, a peculiar unity causing her to feel his sensations match her own, their minds becoming one as much as their bodies were. As she rode him, she moved down her torso just a bit, increasing the rhythmic tension on the skin at the top of her slit. As she bent down slowly, Mark rose his head, licked one of her nipples, then took it between his lips. Laura gasped. A stream of pleasure seemed to connect her nipples and the top of her vagina, and the touch of his tongue sliding over the tips of her breasts was almost more than she could take. She felt her orgasm building rapidly now, and realized that it wouldn't be long. Her breath became very rapid, almost panting. She put a hand on his head, turned his face toward hers. 'Look at me,' she said. 'I want to see your face when we come.' He lay back, his eyes on hers, seeing the distant, slightly unfocused look of her pleasure. His hands moved back to her legs, stroked the inside of her thighs where they didn't touch his hips, then slowly moved over to her buttocks. He felt the firm, taut muscles play under her skin as she rocked her hips, her hot wet core sliding against his. His fingers slowly spread her buttocks, then stoked the inside of the cleft between them. Laura gasped, the pleasure of his fingers on that sensitive area adding to the sensations that his hard, smooth head caused inside her. She let out a long moan, as her clitoris seemed to emit sparks, igniting an explosion in her vagina. A shock wave of pleasure moved outward from her groin through her legs, her belly, her nipples. The orgasm tensed up every muscle, her legs clamping his hips. She came with her whole body. The pleasure was complete. Mark saw her eyes grow unfocused as she moaned, and then a ring of muscles rhythmically clasped the head of his penis, that had been on the verge of explosion. She gripped and stroked him as in a satin glove, and the pleasure became unbearable. The tip of his penis seemed to expand, his legs tensed, his hips thrust upwards, and with a gasp he exploded deep inside her. The orgasm was more intense than anything else he'd had ever felt, the pleasure blotting out all thought, all other sensations, until only their pleasure existed. He jetted thick, hot spurts deep into her spasming body, his hips jerking. It seemed to go on and on. Time didn't exist anymore on those waves of pure, intense pleasure, and he became aware of her mind inside his, as much as he was inside her. As she sank down exhausted, laying down on his chest, their minds were as close as their bodies, linked together. They remained like that for quite some time, eyes closed, until finally the beating of their hearts slowed, and normal breathing became once more possible. They kissed, looking deep into each others eyes. There was no need for talk. Anything they could have said to each other they both knew already: how this intimacy was infinitely better than Mark could ever have imagined, how he had given Laura more pleasure than she'd ever experienced. They lay there for a long, long time. * * * Mark realized that he had slept when he awoke. Laura's warm, smooth body was laying against his, her breath going slowly now. He felt tranquil, peaceful, utterly content. He smelled the soft fragrance of her short, sandy hair as she lay utterly relaxed against him. There was no thought, there was no need. Just being there, Laura close against him, was enough. He sighed. She stirred, gently moved against him, opened her eyes. The calm, satisfied happiness there seemed to answer his own. She smiled dreamily at him. Then he remembered, and he chuckled. 'What's the matter?' she asked curiously. Mark smiled. 'I'm afraid we forgot all about that coffee,' he observed. Her eyes went wide, a look of surprise on her face. 'I believe you're right,' she answered. 'Well, it's probably gone stale now.' She smiled. 'What the hell. Who needs coffee anyway?' She kissed him again. 'This was much better than I'd imagined,' he said. 'I know,' she replied. For a moment it seemed that she wanted to say more, then, apparently, she changed her mind. 'How was your first time?' he asked curiously. He suddenly found that he wanted to know her better. Having been so close with her so recently, he now longed to get closer to her in other ways as well. 'My first time...' she mused. 'Well, it wasn't really very good. I had just left home at the time... I wanted to go into computer tech, and Dad was furious. So I let myself get rushed into things, I guess... Perhaps I'll tell you someday.' A brief look of pain crossed her face. 'I'm sorry, Laura,' Mark said. 'I didn't mean to open any old wounds.' She looked into his eyes, her face sober. 'That's all right. Time wounds all heels, I think.' She stared at the wall for a few moments. 'It's just that Dad and I never got along well together. I used to wish that I was a boy, so that I just could do whatever I wanted to. But it didn't turn out like that...' She sighed. Mark put his arm around her, his other hand turning her face toward his. 'I'm very glad that you're not a boy,' he told her firmly. He touched her nipple with the tip of his finger, felt it harden. 'Definitely,' he added. She smiled fondly at him. 'Yes... me too,' she whispered, and then she kissed him. They lay like that for a few minutes, holding each other, simply enjoying each others presence. Then Laura shivered. 'I should have turned up the thermostat. I'm getting cold,' she said. She freed her left arm, let it drop down to the floor, and rummaged in the heap of clothes that had piled up there. Finally she managed to locate her checkered blouse and dig it up. She sat up on her knees, put on the blouse, and rose. 'Just a moment,' she said, as she disappeared around the book case that served as a partition between the bed and her workshop. He hear her switch off the coffee maker. Then she walked over to the wall at the foot of the bed where the thermostat was mounted, and turned it a few notches higher. As she did so, the sight of her hit Mark full in the stomach. Her nudity was partially concealed by the unbuttoned blouse, the hem of it covering the upper inch - but not more - of her buttocks and her short pubic curls. As she moved slightly, the front of her blouse fell open, and he caught tantalizing glimpses of her breasts. Praxiteles would have gone wild with the sight of her. The whole pose was so agonizing, so incredibly erotic, that Mark felt himself harden immediately. Her partial nudity was even more beautiful than she had been when she had laid completely naked before him. He forced himself to breathe. She slowly walked back to the bed, her loose-hanging blouse concealing and revealing her body as she moved. Then she looked down at the hard, throbbing proof of his lust. Her grin was like the sun rising. 'You know, I'm really cold...' she said. 'Why don't you see if you can warm me a bit?' She sat down on the bed where he still lay. Mark held out his hand. She took it, and let him pull her closer. He kissed her, stroking her shoulders through the fabric of her blouse. She made no move to take it off, and Mark was secretly glad that she didn't. He slowly parted the front of her blouse, and slowly stroked her shoulders inside it, her breasts, her waist, her back. She looked absolutely breathtaking, sitting there beside him. The parts of her body that were now more or less concealed were somehow full of a delicious promise. She turned her head and thoughtfully looked at his erection. 'You seem to be way ahead of me,' she noticed. 'Would you give me a chance to gain on you?' 'Sure,' he said. 'What exactly did you have in mind?' 'This, she answered. She got up, sat on her knees on the bed beside his head, then lifted her right leg to straddle his face, which she held gently in her hands. 'I get the idea,' Mark smiled. He was delighted. Now he could both work on her pleasure and look at her where she said on top of him, still wearing the unbuttoned blouse. Her smell was a heady aphrodisiac. Laura slowly let her knees slide apart, lowering her torso gently upon Marks face. He put his hands on her spread thighs, his thumbs slowly stroking the inside of them as the slit of her vagina, already moist again, slowly approached his waiting lips, closer and closer. She was delighted with his reaction. She knew that being partially naked could have a devastating effect, even more than total nudity, and she had decided to keep wearing her blouse on purpose. The effect it had on him was very satisfying, she decided. She knew that she looked sexy now, as he looked up from where he lay with his face between her smooth, spread thighs, looking up to see her sex, her belly, and her breasts framed by the blouse. She looked down and saw how the tip of his tongue slowly crept to her clit, getting closer and closer. She stopped lowering her body, teasing both him and herself by postponing what was to come. He extended his tongue even further, the tip full of promise, and her excitement rose in anticipation. Unable to restrain herself any longer, she slowly spread her thighs further, until his tongue reached the lower part of her folds. The touch was electric, infusing her with delicious sensations. As his fingers stoked her inner thighs, she crept closer and closer, his tongue probing her most intimate folds, deeper and deeper. His tongue was able to reach her pleasure button now, but it didn't. Instead he continued licking her slit with long, luxurious swipes, carefully keeping away from the clit. Then he started teasing her, licking her a fraction of an inch higher every time, slowly working towards the clit. Her juices added to the moisture of his tongue, wetting his face. Her button tingled in anticipation now. Then he stopped, and she looked down to see the tip of his extended tongue creeping towards the top of her slit. It came closer, closer, until the separation was reduced to only a fraction of an inch. Her anticipation became agonizing and utterly wonderful at the same time, and she watched how the tip of his tongue slowly closed the small gap. The contact made her gasp. Her back arched, and a long, slow moan escaped her. She pressed her sex down upon his mouth, that was wet with her excitement now, and he let his tongue slide across the tip of her clitoris with a gentle rubbing movement. Her hands clasped the back of his head, determined never to let go. Mark felt her excitement rise to match his own. He had become quite sensitive to the pattern of her movements, her breathing, and the play of her muscles under his hands. He was pretty close to bursting with lust by now. The sight of her as she sat upon him was the most erotic he'd ever seen. He looked up from the hot core of her vagina where his tongue gave her so much pleasure, across the creamy expanse of her belly, to the outline of her breasts above him. Her chest heaved, and where the movements of her blouse revealed the tips of her breasts, he could clearly see the nipples standing firmly out from the center, swollen with excitement. The blouse framed the whole picture in a tantalizing, delicious way. He put his lips around her clit and sucked it slowly. She moaned, pressing down her groin. He realized she wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. He withdrew his head, looked up. She gazed down to meet his eyes. 'Now?' he asked. She nodded, then slowly pushed herself up from his wet face. He pushed himself up as she lay down beside him. He gently rolled her over on her back. Then he put his arm around her and kissed her, resting on his elbows, his body above hers. Her hands urged him on as she spread her legs to receive him. She took his penis, guided it to her hot, wet core and placed the tip of him between her outer folds. His hands were on her breasts, playing over her hard, sensitive nipples. Mark gently lowered his hips. The tip of his penis slipped inside her, and the muscles of her vagina seemed to grip it, pulling, urging him to go on. He slid into her gently, slowly, enjoying the delicious sensation of her wet, slippery membranes parting before him. It went on and on, until he was buried deep inside her, the short hard curls of his pubic hair meeting hers. She spread her thighs even further, and he slid into her for another half inch! He felt how wet and slippery she gripped him, held him captive inside her. She put her arms around him, pulled him close, and kissed him hard. They kissed like that for what seemed an eternity, not moving, bodies pressed together, their tongues exploring each other. After that long, long time, Mark pushed himself up and gazed down upon her as she lay under him. The happiness radiating from her face fulfilled a need in him so deep that he hadn't known it was there. He put his hands on her nipples again, slowly rubbed those hard, beautiful nubbins with his thumbs. He drank in the sight of her as she lay on her back, his hardness deep inside her, her upper body framed by the blouse that now lay rumpled around her. He kissed her again, his hands on her nipples. Laura arched her back in the pure delight that infused her, his ministrations sending sparks of lust trough her chest and belly. Mark began to move very slowly. He withdrew from her for just a fraction of an inch, feeling how her sexual core gripped him, almost reluctant to let him go. The he advanced again, savoring the sensations the wet slippery friction gave him. Laura moved up her legs, then folded them around the small of his back to hold him captive. Laura felt how his hot, smooth hardness moved inside her, how his lust fit into hers, and she started moving with him. The familiar tension in her underbelly started to mount, and she increased her movements to match it. The wet friction where they touched engulfed them both with delirious pleasure. Mark withdrew from her until his only the tip of him was still inside her, held captive by her soft, warm wetness. Then Laura thrusted her pelvis upward to meet him, and he advanced again, gently pushing down, re-entering her, until he was once again deep inside her. They paused for a fraction of a second, enjoying the sensations, then repeating the whole thing. They moved as one. They took much longer coming this time. Her breasts were soft, lovely cushions under his chest, his hands still upon them. They were very close then, their minds touching as well as their bodies, their faces close together, sharing the same space, breathing the same air. Their excitement rose higher, higher, until it finally hit them both, and they cried out in their release. It was more like a short, sharp burst, much more intense this time, like a blue, hot flame, like a star going supernova. Then, at last, they both lay there exhausted, utterly satisfied. Once again they experienced that peculiar unity that linked their minds, and somehow, at that moment, they really knew each other, and they both knew that they would never be the same again. Later, they slept. * * * Mark woke quite late the other morning. He woke slowly, drifting, drifting, until finally he was there. He lay there with his eyes closed, when he realized that he heard the shower running. Memory made its way home from places unknown, and as he moved, the ache in his muscles confirmed that it was all true. He felt deliriously happy. Mark usually managed to get through that black period between getting up and his second cup of coffee by telling himself that tomorrow might be better. But today, he felt great. It had to do with not being alone anymore, and happiness, and more complex things he hadn't analyzed yet. He was happy, and for the moment that was enough. He opened his eyes. Laura stepped out of the shower, her skin glowing, drying her short, damp hair with a green towel. 'I thought you were going to sleep all day,' she remarked as he sat up on the bed. She walked over where he sat and kissed him. 'I think there's still some hot water left for you,' she smiled. 'Use my tooth- brush. We've already shared our bacteria anyway.' As Mark turned on the hot water, he heard the asthmatic respirations of the coffee maker coming from the kitchenette. He sighed happily. Somehow, he had a feeling that things were going to work out very well. * * * And Laura and Mark did get along very well after that. They found how they enjoyed each others company, how they could give each other pleasure, and other, even better things as well. But that's another story. I might write it down some day.