http://www.mrdouble.com Before we get down to the story, let's have a brief intro. Skip it if you like. This story is a sequel to one I wrote before. When I typed in that one, I intended to write some kind of sequel someday, but as it happened, this one came much sooner than I intended to. At least, I started sooner. It took much longer to write it, though. While the first part sort of created itself, this one kept kicking and screaming all the way - I tried to drag it into the general direction of what I had in mind, but the damn thing kept resisting. Maybe this needed to come out, too, but I had trouble putting it into words. But I have no choice but to take it as it comes. Neither do you. There seems to be some obscure therapeutic value in this. Or so it seems to me. Never mind, it was fun. Apparently I've found a new vice, or rather, it has found me. I should have expected it, I guess. If you haven't seen the first part, you might want to read that one first. The name is identical, except for the different version number. I think this one is pretty good, too. Though there will never again be a very first time. I've changed the style a bit since part 1. I'm experimenting a bit with it, and I'll just have to get the feel of everything in the process. Again, this is a work of fiction. I take no responsibility for the effect the sexually explicit contents of this text may have on you. It's more than just a bit of sweat-and-grunt work, though. The personalities involved herein are highly complex, as in real life, and as you probably know, the interactions between two people often involves more than the friction between membranes and the exchange of bodily fluids. This idealized fantasy does not mention safe sex. In real life that could very well kill you or others, so don't get any ideas. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Mark put down the soldering iron and leaned back. His eyes felt gritty. He looked at the contraption on the breadboard before him, wondering if it would really work. It should, but you never know until you try. It looked like most breadboard setups, a huge spaghetti mass of wire hiding a haphazard array of components. He wearily rubbed his eyes, feeling a dull throbbing pain between his shoulder blades. The idea to work on this multi-CPU project together had seemed a good idea at the time, but sitting behind the workbench for nine solid hours had virtually demolished him. Laura, sitting beside him, stared at the monitor screen in silent frustration. When she noticed that he had finished, she finally exploded. "Would you look at that performance index? The overhead from the scheduler is killing me... I mean, we're only running single tasks now, and the overhead is over point forty! This isn't going to work..." She bashed her keyboard, trying to improve the software setup she was working on, cursing under her breath. Mark let her fume for a minute, until she just sat staring despiritedly at the screen. "Did you link in that driver I asked you about?" he asked. "Sure," she snapped. "What do you think is causing all this damned overhead anyway?" She sighed, then made a face at herself and sighed. "Sorry," she apologized. "We've been at this too long, I think." She looked over the contraption on his breadboard with a kind of weary apprehension. "Now, what's that supposed to do?" "What does it look like?" Mark replied. "Like a road accident," she said dryly. "I told you, I don't recognize many analog components." Mark reached over the workbench, got hold of a piece of thin fibre optic cable with small plastic connectors. "It's a hispeed optical data link... at least, I hope it meets the timing specs. It should be able to pump data across the backbone at about a hundred megabytes per second. That driver doesn't get any input right now, and the timeouts are slowing down the system. Let's see..." He ran his finger across the rail at the left side of the systems front panel. The large PCB rack was plugged about half full with boards, connected by a heap of cables that looked like a nest of copulating pythons. He found the contacts he was looking for, then took two small plastic components from a small box marked 'Transceiver' in black felt pen. After checking the contact numbers again, he carefully inserted the pins into the connectors on two different boards. "That should do it," he said, checking an array of LEDs. "I've connected transceivers directly at the main bus now. I really think this should work..." He checked his work once more, then took the thin loop of fibre optics and inserted one of the connectors into a small hole in the transceiver, until it snapped in place with a soft click. The other end of the cable went into a similar receptacle on the bread board. "OK," he muttered. "Here goes the smoke test." He reached over the workbench and switched on the power supply. A short beep came from the terminal standing on a corner of the crowded workbench. Then a steady stream of numbers scrolled across the screen. Green LEDs began to blink on several boards in the PCB rack. "Bingo!" Mark said. "At least, I think. Now let's see how the software holds out..." Beside him, Laura started tapping her keys with machine gun speed, then leaned back with an extatic look on her face. "Overhead's back down to normal," she said. "Now let's try it." She started typing again, then switched on another monitor. A colorful graphics image started to build up, gradually outlining a fractal shape. Laura stared at it, almost hypnotized. "That usually takes at least four to five hours," she said. "Would you look at that?" She halted the program, then started feeding a new set of parameters into it. "What are you trying?" Mark asked. He knew quit a bit about programming, but when Laura was at it he could hardly follow her. "I'm starting something I never could finish because it took too long," she replied a bit absent-mindedly. "This should run for at least a few hours." "Good," Mark said, pushing back his chair. "It's time for a break anyway." He switched off the monitor, rose, and stretched a few times. The room looked like a typical hackers morning after. Reference books and data sheets littered the floor, along with several yards of printout and sheets with scribbled diagrams and scratch versions of source code. A dozen floppies, an empty pizza box and several dirty coffee mugs completed the scene. Mark started to move some of the stuff into a somewhat-organized heap. Laura turned her chair around, extended her right foot, and neatly kicked over the stack of books he'd made. "Let's do that later," she told him. "Next time we do this, remind me to stop sooner. My back is killing me." She rose also, then moaned. She put her hands on the small of her back and stretched, making a face. "Could I negotiate a back rub out of you?" she asked him. "That depends," he replied, eying her speculatively. Laura sighed. "I'm too tired to haggle right now," she told him. "You rub my back, and I rub yours. Or whatever part you want rubbed..." She started walking around the apartment to stretch her legs. "It's a deal," he said. He held out is arm when she walked past him, put it around her neck and pulled her close, then kissed her. She flowed against him like she always did, her eyes closed. "Mmmmm," she sighed. "I think it wasn't such a bad idea after all to team up with you, you know..." He kissed her again. Time passed. "How about that back rub?" she asked somewhat later. "Why not?" Mark replied. He let go of her, walked over to the kitchenette and drew a cup of hot water. From the bathroom he fetched a small bottle of massage oil, which he put into the cup to warm. * * * When Mark and Laura met for the first time, a couple of weeks ago, they had hit it off together right from the start. Mark, who still had trouble believing that it all really was true, was amazed at how well they fit each other. They were very much alike, sharing many interests and passions, and their characters matched almost perfect, supplementing each other where they did not. In the past few weeks they had grown to understand each other, and they had developed a relaxed, open behavior, both at ease with the other. And though they were such a good match, Laura was deliciously different, and Mark was very fond of that, too. He liked Laura's decisive, often almost masculine character. She usually knew what she wanted and then did it. He himself, on the other hand, had never felt that he always should be in control of everything, and since Laura didn't expect anything like that from him, he felt wonderfully at ease with her, unlike anything he'd ever experienced with a girl before. Not that he was too experienced before they met. While Mark was busy heating the oil to body temperature, Laura stiffly walked over to the bed, trying to work a few kinks out of her cramped muscles with little success. The bed stood behind a partition that was formed by a closet with long shelves, that had been positioned so that it separated the one room apartment into what she liked to call the workshop and the bedroom. She stretched again, her faded Comdex t-shirt taut around her breasts, so that her nipples came peeping through the thin fabric. She hardly wore bra's anymore these days. The effect her breasts, bare under a thin shirt or blouse, had on Mark was very interesting, and she'd hate to spoil it. She pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it into a corner. She didn't feel up to tidiness right now. Her soft-worn blue jeans followed the shirt, tiny, blue panties went the same way. She lay down on the bed, rolled over on her belly, folding her arms until her forehead rested upon them. 'Are you about ready?" Mark asked from the kitchenette. "Hmmmm...", she replied lazily. "Just a moment..." She heard him rummage around in the bathroom for a few seconds, and then he stepped over to the bed with a towel and the bottle of warm massage oil. Laura had been teaching Mark the art of massage for about two weeks now, and the effort was already beginning to pay off. Mark seemed to have talent, and Laura was a firm believer in sybaritic luxury when she felt like it. "Get up, lazy,", Mark said. She did so, then helped him spread the towel on the bed before lying back down upon it. She closed her eyes and relaxed as Mark poured just a little of the warm oil on her shoulder blades. Then he put down the bottle and went to work. With both his hand he spread the oil over her back and shoulders, rubbed it gently into the skin. Then he started rubbing her shoulders with a bit more pressure, kneading the tension out of her muscles. He worked out from her neck and spine, down and outward across her back, shoulders, and upper arms. Laura felt the wariness flow out of her, making occasional sounds of comfort. Mark paused to take off his shirt, lamenting the fact that in this world it was always the men that had to do the sweating. Then he added more oil and continued with her lower back, this time rubbing in long, slow strokes. He worked his way down to her buttocks, which he gave even more attention, until finally he was working on the back of her legs, again kneading the last traces of tension out of her muscles. Laura felt totally relaxed by now, reluctant to move. "OK, turn around," Mark said. Laura, her forehead resting on her folded arms, smiled in delight. She's been afraid that Mark might have been too tired, but so far things were promising. She lazily got up, moving slowly not to loose the utterly relaxed feeling, and turned around on the towel. When Mark rubbed Laura's back, it was good, but when he rubbed her front, it was usually even better. This time Mark poured oil on his hands, then started rubbing her shoulders and upper arms. He worked his way down across her upper torso, moving around the breasts as he always did. He poured a little oil into her belly button, gently stroked, then rubbed, her stomach and belly. He went on down, kneading the muscles in her hips and thighs, first rubbing the outside, then the inside of them. As he neared her groin, his movements became more gentle, until he was merely stroking the inside of her thighs with his palms and fingers. Laura moaned softly, then gently stretched, enjoying the sensations. A warm, familiar feeling started to build in her abdomen. Marks hands slowly worked their way up again across her hips, belly and stomach, until he came to her upper torso again, this time more stroking than rubbing. Finally his moving hands were touching the underside of her breasts, and Laura sighed. Marks hands started moving around the outline of her breasts, touching them, brushing against them, drawing circles around them. He gradually let his hands cover more and more area, until he stroked across the skin of her young, firm breasts with the palms of his hands, circling her areolae. Laura's breasts weren't large, but they were firm and sensitive. The feeling of his hands across her skin right there gave Laura goose bumps of pleasure as he slowly, slowly approached the tips. Then his hand brushed her right nipple, and she sucked in her breath with a sharp hiss. Mark now moved both his hands to cover the tips of her breasts, her nipples sliding against the oily palms of his hands. Laura arched her back, a wonderful feeling spreading outward from her breasts to her belly. Mark gently rubbed her nipples, first with the palms of his hands, then with his thumbs, and felt how those tiny buds swelled under his ministrations, grew hard and even more sensitive. Laura lay under his hands with her eyes closed, enjoying the pleasure of his strokes, that were both relaxing and exciting at the same time. Finally, Marks movements slowed down, and Laura opened her eyes, feeling utterly relaxed, her wariness replaced with new energy. And more. When she moved, she felt the moisture spread between her labia. "Your turn," she told him, sitting up on the towel. Mark unbuckled his belt, got out of his jeans and shorts, and kicked them under the bed. He wasn't wearing any socks, not having planned to go outside. He took Laura's place on the towel, and she went to work on his back as he had done on hers. Laura was more skilled than he was, and she seemed instinctively to know which muscles needed exactly so much pressure and rubbing. A lazy relaxation came over him as she worked her way down to the back of his legs. Then he felt how her hands, kneading the muscles in his thighs, brushed, then deliberately stroked the inside of his legs. The tips of her fingers ran across his scrotum, and he felt himself harden against the towel. By the time she told him to turn around, he had a full erection. "Well well," she said, eying the result of her work. "So you're not so tired after all... That's interesting." "I recover fast," he replied dryly. "So I've noticed." She smiled. Then she started rubbing the front of his shoulders, working down across his chest, occasionally adding a bit of oil. Then she turned around, straddled his chest while she faced his feet, and started kneading the front of his thighs. Mark enjoyed the sight of her back and buttocks for a few moments, then put his hands on her still oily back and started rubbing it again. Laura worked her way across his thighs toward his crotch, closing in on his hard penis, until he felt her hands drawing circles around it. Finally she started stroking his scrotum again, this time cupping his balls and touching the base of his shaft. She gently pulled back the skin to expose the swollen head, as she always did, then rubbed up and down his hot hardness a few times. His hands played across the small of her back, then moved down to the cleft of her buttocks. He gently ran his fingers across it a few times, barely touching the moist bottom of her vaginal slit with the tips of his fingers between her thighs before moving upwards again. They went on like that for a minute, playing with each other, Mark stroking her buttocks as she sat with her thighs spread across his chest, Laura gently stroking the hard shaft of his penis, the tips of her fingers running around the rim of his head. Then she got up. "Mark?" she said thoughtfully. "Remember yesterday when you put your finger between my buttocks, and I came almost at once?" "I'm not too likely to forget that," he laughed. "I think the scratches are still on my back." "Don't be a sissy. You didn't loose enough blood to need a transfusion. But that's not what I mean. What I'm talking about is, you've never made love to me there before. I think I'd really like to...." She turned her head around, looked at him over her shoulder. "Would you do that for me? I know you'll be gentle." Her expression became serious. "If you'd do it too hard, it would hurt, but I know you won't do that... " Mark hadn't really thought about making love to her asshole before, mainly because he was still very much interested in her other hole. But he'd do anything to give her pleasure, and if she wanted him to, he was more then willing to try it. He told her so, and the smile on her face was like the sun coming up. "OK," he said, "Why don't you let me get up?" Laura moved from her position across his body, and he sat up, then got up on his knees. Laura took his place on the towel, lying down on her belly. A deep red blush started on her face. Mark reached down to the floor and took the bottle of massage oil. He spread her buttocks with the thumb and forefinger of one hand, then liberally poured oil into the cleft between them. He put down the bottle, then gently pulled up her hips from the bed with both hands. Laura, taking the cue, worked herself up until she sat on the bed on her knees, her head still resting on her elbows, so that her shapely ass was raised before him. He gently pulled apart her cheeks, saw the small, brown hole between them. He ran his fingers across the cleft a few times, covering the inside of each cheek and her starry hole in the middle with the warm oil. Mark realized that he'd have to be very, very gentle, or he would hurt her. He inserted the head of his penis between her buttocks, until it was positioned right before the small, brown hole between them. He gently pushed forward, his hands on her hips, his shaft lubricated by the oil. There was a bit of resistance, but not too much. He gently eased his way inside, until he felt how the tip of his penis slipped inside her. It felt tight, but not unpleasant. He gently pushed on. "Slowly, slowly..." Laura cautioned him. She wiggled her butt a bit, letting him slip around inside her, until she was able to relax. He slided on, very gently, pausing to let her relax every half inch or so. Finally he was inside her all the way. He pulled her cheeks apart with his thumbs, slid in another fraction. "How does it feel?" he asked. "Tight," she responded, "tight but good." He moved his hips experimentally, slipping out of her and back in just a fraction of an inch. "Yes, that's good," she whispered. "Slowly, slowly..." She removed one arm from under her chin, where she had been leaning her head on it, and reached back between her thighs. Mark could see her hand starting to make a slow, rubbing movement, while she sat there, kneeled before him. "There has to be a better way to do this," he muttered. "What?" "I don't know... let me think for a moment..." Then he had it. "Would you let me try something?" He moved his hands across her hips, holding himself firmly inside. "Now sit up, carefully," he told her. She did so, until she sat before him, her back against his chest. Then he sat down slowly, pulling her hips with him as he did so, until she sat on his butt with Laura sitting in his lap. He leaned back even further, taking her with him, until she was leaning upon his chest, his hard penis still buried up to the hilt inside her asshole. He put his hands on her thighs, gently pulled them apart, spreading his own legs as well. Finally satisfied with the result, he asked "How about this?" She now sat in his lap, his penis deep inside her body, his spread legs under hers, his hands on her thighs. He gently moved his pelvis, withdrawing from her hole a bit, then relaxin until he slid back inside. It went almost effortless, and it left both their hands free. He started moving slowly, working his way out and in a fraction of an inch. "Oh, yes, this is really great!" Laura said with delight. As Marks hands started playing over the inside of her thighs, she spread the outer lips of her vagina with one hand, and started gently stroking the stem of her clitoris with the forefinger of the other. Her labia were already wet and slippery, but her clit was still dry. She dipped her finger into the clear slimy fluid that leaked out of her slit and smeared her clitoris with it. She touched the sensitive tip of it once, then started rhythmically stroking the stem. The delightful sensations of Marks hard penis sliding in and out of her asshole connected with the wonderful, warm feeling that started to build in the region of her vagina. Her whole groin rapidly became an area of pleasure. She realized that this time it wouldn't take long. She continued stroking her clit gently, like only she could, like she had done so often in the past. Masturbation had been her only relief from sexual tension for a long time, and she had learned a lot about the way her body reacted when she touched the right spots. She let her middle finger slip into her vagina, felt how slippery and wet she was. She moved the tip of her finger inward, pushed up, gently rubbed the magic spot. The tension in her clit increased rapidly, like static electricity before a thunderstorm. Mark kept moving slowly inside her asshole. It was much tighter then her vagina, but not unpleasant, and he felt the familiar sensations beginning to build in his penis. He bent his head sideways, until he was able to look down along Laura's waist to see what her fingers were doing. His back ached a bit as he did so, but he knew it wouldn't be long. The sight of Laura, sitting in his lap, masturbating while he had his penis deep inside her asshole, excited him enormously. Unbidden, his hands slid across the inside of her thighs to her crotch, pulled her legs even wider until his fingers reached her nether lips. Laura moved her own hands a bit, allowing him to stroke her labia, the tips of his fingers running up and down along them. Then his right hand took over the task of keeping her lips apart, and her free hand moved up to her breasts and started rubbing her nipples. Laura's stroking finger moved faster and faster across the stem of her clitoris as she neared orgasm. The pleasure was peaking rapidly now. The sensations from her asshole, vagina and nipples added up to a terrific composition, and the pleasure extended from her entire pelvic region to her chest, to connect with the tension in her breasts as her own hand rubbed over them. She breathed faster, her lips pulling back to reveal her tightly clasped teeth, her entire face a sunny expression of pure, intense pleasure. Mark sensed how her excitement rose, and moved in her ass faster now, the delicious sensations in his penis increasing to match hers. Then he saw how she stopped rubbing her clitoris, felt how she tensed up. She carefully extended her middle finger, touched the tip of her nubbin - just once. Then she let out a scream, and his hand felt how her vagina began to spasm. He stopped moving inside her as her asshole tightened up around him. Laura let out a long "Ohhhhh.....", a distant look on her bright red face. Mark, holding her body in place against his, clearly felt how wave after wave went through her. Her unseeing eyes gazed into the distance. She remained that way for what seemed more than a minute, then relaxed against him, leaning back against his body, sighing. He gave her a minute to catch her breath, then started again, moving inside her slowly. He was close to orgasm himself, but he was determined to get everything the traffic would bear out of this. He stroked her labia with his hand, now soaking wet, then put two fingers of the other across the top of her slit. He pulled back the skin so that it put a slight pressure on her clit, then let it relax. He repeated it once, twice, not touching the clitoris itself, which would be much too sensitive by now, and he didn't want to hurt her. Within seconds, he heard how her breath picked up the pace again, and he bit his lip to hold back himself, giving her as much time as he could to build up more tension. Finally he could no longer hold it. He started moving faster again, both with his hips and his hands. His penis slid in and out of her tight hot asshole without effort now, lubricated with a mixture of massage oil, sweat, and his own slippery pre-cum. Faster and faster he moved, noticing that Laura had begun to gasp again. The sensations in his groin rose, rose, until the pleasure became unbearable. Laura let out a yelp, just as he felt the sparks jump off the tip of his penis. A jolt of pleasure shot through his groin, the head of his penis exploded deep inside her asshole, and he let out a moan himself. The hand that had been holding her labia now clasped her thigh as he pulled himself deeper inside her, and the movement increased the initial pleasure of his orgasm even more. Then his ejaculation started, and he shot his load deeply into her. He felt how she tensed up around the base of his penis again, and he realized vaguely that she had managed to reach a second orgasm just in time. Then coherent thought ended, and only wave after wave of pleasure remained, and the feeling of being together so very, very close. Finally it was all over for both of them, and they lay back exhausted, sharing the long minutes of non-thought that followed the pleasure, simply enjoying each others presence. When their breathing had returned to normal again, Laura smiled dreamily. "Wow..." she said. "That sums it up pretty well, I think", Mark muttered. "I can hardly move anymore. Are you trying to wear me down or something?" She turned her head to face him, and put her arm around his head. "I thought you'd never notice," she told him, and then kissed him tenderly. Marks kissing had improved noticeably since they'd met, but it wouldn't hurt him to stay in practice, she decided. After some long moments they came up for air. Mark sighed contently. "Was it as good as you'd hoped?" he asked. "Even better," she said. "The first time was grand, but that second one nearly killed me. It was so good it almost hurt." "What's it like to be able to come more than once?" he asked curiously. "The second time it's shorter, but much more intense. I tried once how many times I could come. I masturbated for two solid hours, having one orgasm after the other. Finally it just hurt, and I was too exhausted to go on." She smiled. "Don't you wish you'd been there?" "I think I could use a shower," he remarked evasively. "What do you think?" "Yes dear, I also think you could use a shower," she replied with a smile. He made a face. "You smell quite yummy yourself, sweety. Why don't we go in there together?" Laura sat up. "If you're nice, you can wash my back or something." Mark eyed her up and down suggestively. "I think I'll settle for the something," he said thoughtfully. "Help me up, would you?" He held out his hand. "We really shouldn't do this after sitting behind that damned workbench for so many hours anymore." He pushed himself up with his other hand, muscles screaming in protest. * * * As Laura walked over to the shower, Mark was again taken by the sight of her. She looked kind of boyish sometimes. She kept her hair short, and she didn't use makeup. She looked great. Her hips weren't very wide, her breasts not large. But she was slender instead of skinny, she was deliciously curved in all the right places, and her breasts were young and firm, with very sensitive nipples that darkened when they grew hard. She moved like a feline carnivore. Mark had never thought of himself as handsome. In fact, he was sure that he wasn't. He dressed for comfort, kept his hair very short so that he didn't need to bother with it too much, and he wasn't very athletic or well-built. Yet Laura seemed to like him, and that simple fact still amazed him. As Mark stepped into the shower, Laura turned on the hot water and started soaping herself. "Easy," Mark cautioned her, "I get to wash your back or something, remember?" "I'll leave some for you," she promised. She closed her eyes and let the hot water splash on her face, her hands rubbing her forehead. Again Mark was struck by her beauty - her back arched slightly backwards, her firm breasts standing proud, the nipples sweet pink buds in their center, the dark patch between her thighs. He felt the tension return in his groin. First things first, pal! He struggled with the soap as he usually did until he finally got hold of it, and started scrubbing the massage oil from his skin. Laura turned her back towards him. He rubbed soap on his hands, then started soaping her. He did her shoulders, then worked down to her waist and then slowly up again, scrubbing gently. He slid his hands around her body until they covered her breasts, then rubbed the tips gently with his palms, the mixture of soap and oil a delicious lubricant. He felt her nipples harden in his palms. He let his hands slide down along the front of her body, stroking her skin in slow, caressing circles, until they met at the top of the pubic triangle between her legs. He gently ran a finger across the slit of her vagina, started stroking her labia. He pulled her close, until her back melted against his chest and belly. Laura response was of course predictable - she shoved her elbow into his ribs. "Hey! I said my back, you beast!" she laughed. "Or something, remember?" he complained. "Now she starts hitting back... what is the world coming to?" "Oh, you poor dear..." she mocked him. "Why don't you let me take care of you?" She untangled herself from his arms and turned around. She took the soap, then started washing him, apparently oblivious of the fact that he had just done that himself. She soaped his chest, his belly, then started on his crotch. Soon her movements became stroking instead of scrubbing, and he felt himself harden under her fingers. She took his penis in her hand, felt how her fingers were pressed outward as it grew. Soon it was so big that her hand could no longer cover it. She gently stroked his shaft, then sat down on her knees before him, facing the tip of him. "Don't take that in your hand," he chided. "You don't know where it's been." "I do know where it's been, dear. And it was great. Now be quiet and let me get you clean." She soaped her hand again, then put it around his shaft and started rubbing it slowly. She drew back his skin, then made a ring of her thumb and forefinger and put it around the tip of him. She slowly moved her hand backwards, letting his head slip along her fingers, until it popped out from between her encircling thumb and forefinger. She cupped his balls with her other hand, started to stroke his scrotum. She watched the head of his penis emerge from her hand again and again, saw how it darkened until it was almost purple, felt how it swelled even more as her hand, lubricated by the soap, slipped along the sensitive rim around it. A small, clear drop appeared at the slit, and she moved her thumb to smear it all over the tip of him. Mark felt how the sensations started to take hold of him again. The tension in his groin mounted, a delicious feeling spreading outward from the tip of his penis and his balls. His knees felt weak. Then she rinsed him off, watched how his throbbing hardness stood proud, nodding gently with his pulse. She extended her tongue, licked the sensitive underside of his shaft. It felt electric. The teasing tip of her tongue approached the head slowly, slowly, until the longing became agonizing. When her tongue finally got there, the contact was hot, almost burning, and he gasped. Laura let the tip of her tongue travel along the rim of his head, then opened her mouth and let him slip between her lips, encircling his head with them. Her tongue caressed the slit. Then she sucked, and he felt the tip of his penis expand in her mouth. The sensation was fantastic. His knees trembled, his legs almost refused to support him as her hand moved away from his balls and slowly went backward, her fingers gently caressing that sensitive area between scrotum and anus. His breath became faster and faster. Laura, sensing that he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer, let his penis pop out of her mouth. She soaped her hand once more, than stroked the purple head with thumb and forefinger again. She felt a warning lurch from his penis, heard him draw in his breath. She let the finger that had been stroking his groin run along the cleft of his buttocks, then slipped her forefinger inside. She rubbed around his hole once, twice, then slowly entered it. Mark let out a sigh, as the wonderful feeling in his groin got stronger, stronger... Sparks seemed to radiate from the tip of his penis, the delicious sensations from his asshole flowing into the base of his shaft. When the streams of pleasure connected, a shudder went through him, and he pissed stars in Laura's hand. Then he exploded, powerful spasms pressing her fingers apart, once, twice. A thick white spurt jetted from his shaft. It went over Laura's left shoulder and hit the wall of the shower. The second one went right into her face. She moved to catch all of it as he came all over her, her finger pumping in and out of his ass. Spots danced before his eyes. At last, his orgasm subsided, and his legs refused to support him any longer. As her finger slipped out from between his buttocks, he slowly sank down on the floor beside her, hot water splashing down on their heads. "You call that getting clean?" he asked after a minute. "Look at this mess we've made." That wasn't entirely fair - the water had already washed away most of his sperm, and Laura did her best to lick whatever was left off her face. "Don't worry about it, dear," she said. "We'll clean it all up tomorrow, OK?" "You remind me of a song we had in school, you know. 'It feels so grand when I use my hand, it feels so neat when I use my feet', or something." "Your feet?" she exclaimed. "How?" "Well... I've never entirely understood that myself," he admitted. They both laughed, and she held out her hand to him. They got up and finished cleaning themselves. * * * Later, they lay together in the dark, exhausted by the passion they had shared. Mark listened to Laura's breath, slowly now, as she lay in his arms. He felt her warmth, enjoyed her presence, and he realized that he had never been so happy as since he had met her. Just having her with him, holding her close, made him feel more complete than ever, fulfilled a need he didn't know he had. Mark wasn't someone who talked easily. Sharing his most intimate feelings and thoughts was something he did only with reluctance. Not just because he'd been hurt when doing so in the past - he just wasn't wired that way. Laura seemed to respect his closed nature, and he was grateful for that. Lying awake in the dark was usually a low point for Mark. At that time of the night memories he'd rather forget returned, and thoughts he didn't really want announced themselves. Laura's presence changed all that, however. He still lay awake for parts of a night - he'd always done that - but it no longer depressed him. It made him introspective instead. Thinking of Laura and what she meant to him made him realize that he'd never really told her that he loved her. That thought stopped him, and he tried to analyze why. He patiently sorted through thoughts and feelings, until he saw it. At what point had he realized that he loved her? Probably on the first night when they had met. But for some reason he hadn't wanted to face it, hadn't admitted it to himself. And at some point he had lost his fear of being hurt - she would never hurt him - and at last he was able to face his own feelings. Laura probably knew that he loved her, and how much. But never having told her troubled him. He resolved to change that as soon as they were awake. It might be hard, but what the hell. On the other hand, Laura made nothing really hard. Realizing the pun that lay in the single - and delicious- exception to that rule made him chuckle, and Laura moved slowly in his arms. He fell asleep with a smile on his face and a feeling of utter happiness. * * * An unknown time passed, on those uncharted waters which the mind explores when asleep. Mark drifted, this way and that, and finally arrived at distant shores. In his dream he found himself walking in an idyllic garden. Birds sang, a soft, warm breeze playing along his naked skin. Trees grew in a natural-seeming, random way, and the overall result was pleasing to the eye, beautiful in it's simplicity. The whole place was so utterly peaceful, felt so safe, that it never occurred to him to wonder where he was or how he got there, or what to do. Such is the nature of the stuff that dreams are made of. He walked aimlessly through flower-strewn fields, came across a grassy hill. At the other side of it lay a lush, green field, surrounded by row upon row of bramble thicket, so that a kind of natural pavilion was formed. The entrance to the pavilion was close to the low hill upon which he stood, and he advanced slowly to see what lay within. In the middle of pavilion, protected by the growth around it, stood a large, triangular bed, it's foot the base of the triangle. It wasn't exactly a bed, but more of a raised dais, apparently made out of nothing but large cushions, covered with satin and silk. The figure sitting upon the bed was so beautiful that it almost hurt him. She wasn't human, so much was certain. Her face was decidedly feline, though her ears were placed at the side of her head, just like the human ear. Her body was shaped like that of a human, but there most resemblance ended. Her skin was covered by a short, soft-looking fur, like that of a cat, and her muscles moved under her skin in a way no human could ever have managed, speaking of the strength, speed and elegance only a true predator could have. Her breasts were heavy, full and ripe. Yet they stood firmly, and the fur thinned near the tips of them. Her nipples were very dark. Where her pubic hair should have been she had instead a more or less hairless area, clearly displaying the pink labia between the insides of her smooth looking things. Her eyes were closed. The catwoman sat in lotus position, her thighs spread, her fingers playing between them. Her left hand played across her breasts, gently stroking their outlines, rubbing the nipples. With the forefinger and ringfinger of her other hand she held apart her labia, gently probing her inner folds with the middle finger. Mark could clearly see how her hand moved, rhythmically stroking her clitoris. She crooned, her movements a steady display of pleasure. Her breath began to come faster, the rhythm of her movements matching it. As her excitement builded, Mark felt himself respond to that delicious display of auto-eroticism. His knees felt weak. The catwoman moved her hands faster and faster now, moved her pelvis, almost rubbed her vagina against her stroking hand. When she opened her eyes, Mark saw that they were a deep, emerald green. Yet they were human eyes, unfocused with her pleasure. Then she slowly turned her head, saw him. She smiled dreamily, then closed her eyes again. Her rhythm grew faster, faster, until suddenly her back arched. She thrusted her chest forward, and her breasts seemed to grow even larger. She moved down the hand that had been stroking her nipples, used it to hold apart her labia with thumb and forefinger. She put two fingers inside her slit and rubbed herself deeply. Then she screamed, and the sound of it was not quite human, but definitely belonged to a predator. Finally she relaxed, just sat there, recovering. Finally she opened her eyes, rose, and stood at the foot of the bed. She smiled at Mark, held out her hand to him. He suddenly felt an enormous compulsion to run to her, surrender himself to her. She took a step in his direction, and he too advanced, slowly walking to the dais. He realized that he had an erection, and that he had had it for quite some time. She held out her hands to him, put them on his shoulders. He felt his own hands rise of their own will, reaching out to her breasts. He touched the outline of her full, ripe domes with the tips of his fingers, stroked along the underside of them, then rose to the tips, caressing her nipples. Her skin felt so smooth, the short fur softer then anything he'd ever felt. Her emerald eyes looked deeply into his as her hands played across his skin, stroked his chest, his back, then reached between his legs to cup his balls. She put her arm around his shoulders, the other around his waist, her hand on his buttocks. Hugged him close, pulled his hips toward hers. She lifted one and he felt himself slip inside her, her lovely folds parting before the tip of him, her warm, slippery wetness holding him captive. She rubbed her pelvis up and down across his pubic bone a few times, closed her eyes, gasped. Mark felt her orgasm sweeping through her as she stood there against him, the spasms of her vaginal muscles gripping his hard penis as if she had a third hand down there. Her slick folds stroked him like a soft, velvet hand, and he almost came. Almost. Finally she relaxed and let go of him. He slipped out of her, and for a moment he felt a peculiar loss. Then she gently guided him to the bed and lay down upon it, on her back, and reached out to him in an unmistakable invitation. Mark took her hand and bent down over her body to kiss her breasts. He stroked them, then ran his hand over her belly. Her skin was surprisingly warm under his hands, as if she had just been sunbathing for an hour or so. The softness of her fur was amazing as he felt her muscles ripple under his fingers. He bent down over her breasts and took one of the nipples in his mouth, sucked it gently. She draw in her breath, then put one hand on his head to keep it there. His hands stroked her entire body now, playing over her shoulders, her belly, the side of her hips. He let go of her nipple, moved his mouth to the other one, which turned out to be just as hard. After what seemed ages, he let his mouth travel down along her chest, her belly, all the way down to her hot wet core. This close it was even more beautiful. Where her pubic hair should have been, her fur thinned instead, and her pink, hairless slit excited him enormously. She was still wet with excitement. He pulled apart her nether lips with his thumbs, then bent down to lick her there. Her clitoris was large, about as large as a marble. The sheath had retracted, exposing the super-sensitive tip. The sight of it excited him enormously. He inserted the tip of his tongue in her hot, wet slit, and gently probed her most intimate folds with it. He felt how she flowered open before him, how his tongue extended, got deeper and deeper. He slowly moved upwards until he felt her clitoris and began to lick it as gently, as delicately as he could. She put her hand on his hair again, pulled down his head toward her crotch, encouraging him to go on. He continued licking her, alternating between her inner folds and her pleasure button. Her slippery fluids covered his face. When he felt her tense up he concentrated on her clit, and when she finally came, her thighs almost crushed his head, and she howled in her release. He got up, lay down upon the bed beside her on his back, his erection standing straight up. She sat up on her he knees, straddled him, moved down to impale herself upon her. He closed his eyes. Then a feeling of dreadful loss came over him. He opened his eyes, looked around him. He was alone, the beautiful catwoman gone. The breeze turned chilly, and the whole scene suddenly became two-dimensional, grew distant, distant... Mark just lay there with his eyes closed, feelings of unspeakable loss washing through him, along with a profound frustration. Then he became aware of Laura, her body warm against his skin, and everything was all right again. He relaxed. He lay there for a few minutes, his mind quiet and empty of thought as it only was when he woke up in the middle of the night. Laura's breathing slowly beside him. The first traces of dawn outside in preparation for sunrise to do its stuff. The enormous hardon he had. Laura stirred in her sleep, directing his lust. If they only could have shared the dream... On the other hand, perhaps not. He wasn't quite sure of that. Oh, hell. The matter was an academic one anyway. He slowly moved, careful not to wake Laura. He moved his hand under the sheet to were she lay, her warmth against him. The tip of his finger found one of her breasts, slowly moved to the tip of it. He stroked her nipple ever so gently. She didn't wake up. After about a minute, he felt he nipple harden. He went on, gently, slowly, careful not to wake her. She stirred again, and he stopped. But she only sighed without waking up. He touched her other nipple, continued stimulating it. Laura sighed in her sleep again. His hard throbbing penis pressed against the sheet. His other hand moved, sought the warmth between her legs. The tip of his finger sought her vagina, found the slit wet. He stroked along it, very gently, spreading her moisture across the labia. Then he carefully probed between her lips, found the small button, slowly spread her juices across the surface. She stirred again, and he froze. But no, she didn't wake up, and after holding his breath for what seemed minutes, she seemed to be deeply asleep again. Then he started stroking her clitoris, gently, slowly. He kept away from the tip, knowing how sensitive it was, instead touching the stem. increasing the pressure rhythmically. Laura's breathing started to change, became deeper. She sighed again, moved against him. Mark continued his stimulations, feeling how her tension rose. Would she be dreaming now? Then he felt how her vaginal muscles smasmed, once, twice, and she softly moaned. Her reactions weren't by far as intense as usual, but her orgasm was unmistakable. He withdrew his finger, wet from her excitement, and listened how her respiration changed as she woke up. She blinked, her eyes thick with sleep. She stretched, sighed, closed her eyes again, slowly coming awake. Then, with a look of surprise on her face, she put her hand between her thighs, felt how wet she was. She opened her eyes. "Good morning," Mark said softly. He turned his head to kiss her. Her mouth tasted vaguely of sleep, but not unpleasant. She kissed back sleepily, as she always did just after waking up. "I had an orgasm," she said. "Or was it just a dream?" She turned, put her arm around him. Then she felt how hard he was, and a look of suspicion crept over her face. "And what has you so excited? Hm... Have you been sleeping with your hands above the blankets, mister?" "The defence rests," Mark said, pulling her against him. "Oh well... what's a poor girl to do?" she said, her smile telling him more than words. They lay like that for a few minutes, luxuriating in each others warmth, enjoying being so close to each other. Again Mark was amazed how good she made him feel. He turned, looked into her eyes. "Hm?" she said. Then she saw the look in his eyes, his serious expression, and she understood that he'd made up his mind about something. "I love you, Laura," Mark said simply. "I don't think I can tell you how much, or what you mean to me. So I won't try. I love you more than anything else." His grave expression didn't change. "And was that so hard to say, dear?" she smiled. "I don't know... I've been afraid to face it myself for the past few weeks. I don't know what scared me, but I haven't admitted it to myself. Until now... I love you. I can't put it into words. I'm happy when you're around. You make me feel good all over. I.... I just love you. I don't know how I could live without you anymore." Laura seemed to melt in his arms. Though the light was very dim, he could clearly see the effect his words had on her. She was more beautiful than ever, and he wished he had some way to preserve that moment, to store it so that he could enjoy it forever. It was then that he realized that real beauty didn't go skindeep. Instead, it came from within, merely an external manifestation of happiness. "Look what you've done... you've made me cry. And I'd sworn never to cry again." A tear ran down her cheek. "You can cry as much as you want to," he told her firmly. "In fact, you can cry all over me if you like." He kissed away her tears, held her close. "I love you too," she whispered. "I don't know why, but I do... and you love me... and you hardly know me." "It doesn't matter," he said. "It really doesn't matter. I want to have you with me for the rest of my life. I want to make you happy. I don't care what I know about you. I love you, and there's nothing I can do about it." Laura smiled. "Do you really mean that? Will you keep up with my moods in autumn? Will you still have me around when I'm having a period? You don't know what you're asking..." Her smile took the sting out of her words. Yet her eyes were serious. "Are you about to have a period?" "In a few days... but you haven't answered me." "OK, I will answer you." Mark pushed himself up on one elbow, looked down on her face. "I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I love you. Seeing you happy makes me feel wonderful, and I don't think I can let you go anymore." Laura felt the warmth his words spread in her, and she realized that he was right. Mark thought that she had never looked so beautiful, and again he realized that this kind of beauty could only be caused from within, and seeing her happiness like that almost brought him to tears. "Me too," she said simply. Their kiss seemed to last for ages. "You make me feel almost married," Laura said after a long, long time. "Hm.... I suppose in a way that's right," he replied. "Marriage isn't just a legal affair, it's a state of mind. If you decide you want to share your life with someone, the rest is just a way to make it formal." "Hm... I hadn't considered it like that... but I suppose you're right. Do I get to call you hubby now? Hey! Don't tickle! No! DON'T TICKLE!" He made her beg for mercy. After their laughing had subsided somewhat, she hugged him close. She hadn't felt so content in her whole life. Even the peace just after they had made love wasn't like this. Yet she felt so damn uncertain, right now. And somehow Mark seemed to sense it. "What's wrong?" he asked. Laura sighed. "I don't know..." She had never felt so happy before, but as she realized how vulnerable her love for him could make her, she was somehow afraid to face it. As he had been, she suddenly realized. Mark put his arm around her, looked into her eyes. "Just say it," he whispered. "It doesn't matter if it doesn't come out exactly right." Laura took a deep breath. "Are you sure it's not just the sex you love?" Immediately she bit her lip. That wasn't really what she'd wanted to say. Or was it? Mark simply nodded. "Very sure. Just having you near me makes me feel happy. I've never felt this way before, you know." She felt his hand slide down her belly, trough the soft, hard curls, and further down. "While I'll admit that that beautiful spot between your legs is delicious" - his finger slid between her labia -"it isn't what makes me love you. I love the whole you" - he gently rubbed her clit, spreading her moisture around it - "and not just the details... He paused to kiss her, his finger probing deeper inside her, then moving upwards to stroke that magic region at the foreside of her vagina, just under the pubic bone. She felt he legs turn to water as the warmth spread through her pelvic region. "Though I'll admit that they *are* interesting..." he finished, that now-familiar glint in his eyes again. Suddenly Laura wanted him in her. She took his warm, still-hard penis in her hand, rubbed her thumb over the smooth head, stroking the slit. A slippery drop of his precum lubricated her thumb. "What has got you so excited anyway?" she asked. "I was dreaming," Mark replied. "Of me, I hope? Or should I get suspicious?" "Smile when you say that, stranger..." Mark grinned. Then he realized that, in a way, he had been dreaming about Laura. Well, sort of. "It's complicated," he told her. Laura turned, moved her leg around his hips, straddled him. Then she put his head against the slit of her vagina, and slowly, slowly lowered herself upon him. Of all the things they had already done together, Mark liked this more then anything else. As she slowly slided down around him, he felt how the swollen tip of his penis gently pushed apart her outer labia, how he slipped inside to part the slick, velvet membranes of her most intimate area. The soft, stroking walls of her vagina caressed him as he slowly entered her, deeper and deeper into her body, her warmth infusing his groin with a delicious feeling of belonging. It felt like coming home, and, in a way, it was. Laura felt how his hardness probed deep inside her, how he reached those spots she had never touched herself, and she tried to make it last as long as she could. When finally their pubic hairs met, his hips captured between her thighs, she spread her legs even wider, trying to take him inside her as deeply as she could. It felt so good, so safe. The very feeling of holding the other so close, so tight, made it a moment to last. Mark put his arms around her, their faces very close. As they looked into each others eyes, they again shared that particular connection, not only of the body, but of the mind as well, and somehow that made all talk redundant. They lay like that, for a time, unmoving, his heat deep inside her body, her face against his. They shared the same space, breathed the same air, feeling what couldn't be put into words. Everything was alright. Finally, Laura started to move. Keeping her thighs spread as wide as she could, she slowly rubbed the top of her slit against this pubic hair, not moving more than an inch or so. Mark felt how her inner folds caressed the swollen head of his penis ever so gently. A jolt of pleasure surged through his hard member, and he realized that he would not be able to hold out much longer, excited as he was. "Slowly," he cautioned her. Laura didn't stop. Instead she increased her movements, pushing up her pelvis until he almost slipped out of her, then lowering herself again so that he entered her all over again. Delicious sensations infused his groin, and the pleasure in his penis increased, rising from the base of his shaft to the tip. He felt his penis expand inside her. Laura, sensing that he was on the very edge of orgasm, suddenly froze, and slowly the sensations subsided somewhat. Mark smiled, realizing what she was doing, and slipped his hand between their bodies. His fingers sought between her thighs where their wet, hot connection gave them both so much pleasure, found the top of her slit where his hard shaft kept her labia apart. He gently pushed his middle finger between the top of her outer lips, found her pleasure button, stroked it gently. Still she didn't move, and he was grateful for that, because he was still hovering on the brink of coming, and he wanted to make it last as long as possible. Laura breathed faster now, a bright red blush on her face. "Yes, go on, yes..." she whispered. She had to force herself to hold still, pleasure extending outward from her groin to infuse the inside of her thighs, her belly and her breasts. She rubbed her hard nipples across Marks chest, sparks of pleasure shooting through them. Then Marks middle finger slipped inside her beside his penis, gently pushing her labia a bit further apart, and her folds stretched easily to accommodate him. He carefully probed inside her, stroking, rubbing, until the tip of his finger touched that magical spot, and her pleasure soared. She gasped, felt the muscles in her thighs tense up, as the tip of his finger inside her sent wave after wave of pleasure through her groin. She bit her lip, moaned, fighting herself to keep still now. Then Marks thumb moved up, touched her clitoris gently. Laura gasped "Yes! Yes! Oh, yes!" as his thumb brushed the exposed, swollen tip of her pleasure button just once. Laura's breath came fast now, in ragged gasps. She was amazed at how fast he had brought her to the edge of release again. Pleasure pooled in her crotch, and she realized she was about to come. Mark realized it too, and stopped. He held quite still, just as she had done a few moments ago. Just in time, as Laura felt her pre-orgasmic tension ebb ever so slowly. This was delicious! Slowly, Mark withdrew his finger, removed his hand from between their bodies, put her arms around her. Looking deeply into each others eyes, they kissed. Without breaking the kiss, Laura started to move again, just a fraction of an inch, as she felt how they both hovered on that wonderful edge again. She rode him slowly, in short strokes, but as their tension increased their movements became more rapid. Mark started thrusting his hips upward to meet hers as the velvet inside of her love tunnel slided along the sensitive rim of his head. Laura rode him even faster, her strokes again shorter now. Then, as she felt the pleasure in her groin rise toward that fabulous, ultimate maximum, she pressed her crotch into his, rubbing back and forth now, his short curls against her clitoris. She started moaning. The pleasure between her thighs peaked suddenly, hot sparks of utter pleasure shooting through her legs, her belly, her nipples. She gasped, "Yes, yes, yes! Ahhhhhhhh... YESSSSSSS!" She screamed as the utterly delicious sensation between her legs increased, became unbearable, and then, at last, exploded. Laura came. Mark had been biting his lip to keep himself from coming. As her strokes became more rapid, the pleasure in his penis rose to match it, and his groin felt electrified. Tension built in his balls, in the base of his penis, and started moving towards the tip of him. He felt his head expand inside her, and the slippery wet friction of her inner folds against the now ultra-sensitive tip of his penis became even more delicious. His balls felt like they were about to burst. Then she screamed, and he felt how her inner muscles gripped him, and squeezed! The pleasure in the tip of him doubled, tripled, increased tenfold as she spasmed, once, twice, and that wonderful feeling that only occurs a fraction of a second before orgasm screamed through his abdomen. Then sparks shot out of the head of him, and he exploded deep inside her body. He hips thrust up, pushing his hard member even deeper inside her, and lightning seemed to strike his groin. Laura moved up and down again, so that her smooth insides stroked him again, and his orgasm became even more intense. He seemed to burn inside her, and it went on and on and on. Finally, his spasms shook him, and he jetted his load deep inside her, as she herself continued to spasm and shudder, still deeply in orgasm. * * * Later, they lay together, enjoying that wonderful afterglow that can be even better than the real thing. Worn out, with the day still to begin, there was a lot to be said of just staying in bed, Mark decided. However, he let Laura bully him into getting out and making coffee - again - while she beat him to the shower. O, well... it was a small price to pay for being really happy. Laura turned the water as hot as she could stand it. Steam filled the shower as she felt how the heat relaxed her muscles to the point where they merely screamed for attention. She had always thought that exercise was a terrible way to start the morning, and how she had let him coax her into it again. She sighed. What was a decent girl to do these days? Bushed, worn out, a long day ahead of her... she thought up a few more ways to describe her pitiful condition, until he hear him yell "Coffeeeee!" from the kitchenette. Laura felt happy. No, she wasn't going to let Mark go. Ever. She was very sure of that as she reached for the towel. It wasn't there. What the... that rat! She'd kill him! No, on second thought, killing was much too good for him... It was going to be a beautiful day.