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Let's have another brief intro. Skip it if you like, but I promise
I'll keep it short this time. :-) If I remember correctly, that's
what I had in mind last time, and look what happened.
This story is number three in what seems to be developing into a
series. I still don't know why I'm writing this stuff - it's been
living a life on its own from day one. It's been a while since the
last part, but now this has been stewing for months, and apparently
it needs to get out again. I have only limited control over what
comes out of my keyboard - usually I sit down to write something, and
then stuff like this develops. I don't fight it. Funny - this one
took longer to come out of the keyboard than the previous parts put
together. 
But I digress. If you've missed parts one and two, I suggest that you
see if you can find them somewhere (they're supposed to be around in
similarly named archives) but you can read this one separately, too,
if you like. See for yourself.
One thing I'd like to comment on (and you'll probably have noticed)
is the use of different styles in these three chapters. I'm not
really a writer, and I have no illusions about my own skill. I have
trouble writing good dialoge, and I'm still experimenting with
different styles, phrasing, and sentence constructions. Please bear
with me, and remember that I'm much more critical than you probably
are. I'm dissatisfied with some of this stuff from a literary point
of view, but then I still have a lot to learn.
Again, I will remain anonymous, as careful analysis of this erotica
might provide insight into the murkier parts of myself which I'd
rather keep private. (No, I'm not paranoid. I *know* they're after
me.) 
Just like the previous stuff, this story is sexually explicit, but not
really of the come-and-go type. What I said in the other chapters
still applies: this is an idealized fantasy and doesn't mention
things like safe sex. But DON'T let it give you any stupid ideas -
things like that can get you killed these days.

But I won't keep you any longer. You've probably skipped this part
anyway. So let's get on with it.

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The weather had been terrible for weeks. Rain, rain, and more rain
had been coming down constantly during the past four days, and there
was no sign that things were improving. Mark looked at the steady
downpour with disgust, then turned his back to the window. "Great",
he muttered. "There's nothing wrong with having a few days off, but
in this kind of weather it's a waste of time." He blew noisily on his
coffee, then took a small sip.
Laura zipped the bag she had been packing and looked at him with an
amused lack of sympathy. Mark's aversion to bad weather was enormous,
and she loved to tease him with it. "You poor dear", she drawled with
mock sympathy. "It's a good thing you've got lots of things to do
here. It will keep your mind of the weather while I'm gone." She
made a face at him. "You'd just grow bored otherwise, and we can't
have that, can we?" Mark winced. "Sure", he grunted, "Why not rub it
in?" He turned back to the rain-streaked window and drank some
coffee. "You're absolutely crazy to go out in weather like that, you
know that? According to the forecast it'll be even worse harder
tomorrow." He finished his coffee, then walked over to the sink to
rinse out his mug. 
"I will only be gone for a couple of days, you know that", Laura said.
"Just long enough for you to do the rest of the unpacking." She looked
over the pile of boxes that was stacked against the back wall of the
apartment. "I bet you can have all that stuff out of the way before I
get back. Anyway, it was your idea to move to a bigger place, so
you're the one who's going to do the sweating." Mark sat down on the
nearest box and sighed. "Sure... and you told me to move in with you,
didn't you?" "Of course I did," Laura answered, as she stood behind
him and put his arms around his neck. "You'd never have suggested it
yourself." "Don't try to confuse me with logic", he grunted. He took
her hands in hers, then looked up at her. "Let's agree that it's all
my fault and let it go at that, huh?" He smiled. "It's going to work
out that way anyhow."
Laura looked down at him, saw the smile play around his eyes. His
hand moved up to stroke her bare arm. Despite of the terrible weather
she wore a pink, thin, sleeveless kind of shirt, much more feminine
than the clothes she usually wore. She smiled back at him. "Do you
regret it?" He shook his head. "No. Not a single minute. Besides,
it's funny." "Funny? What's funny?" "You. You've been trying to
decide all day long whether I had forgotten or not. I couldn't resist
letting you wonder a little more." He grinned. "Anyway, it's your own
fault. You should have known better. Today it's exactly a year ago
since I met you, so let's celebrate. I'm going to take you out to
dinner for starters, and then we'll see what develops." 
He stood up, smiling. "Admit it - you thought I had forgotten." "I
did not!" Marks grin grew even wider. "Then why didn't you say
something? Or had you forgotten about it yourself?" He turned around,
put his arms around her. "Spill it, lady, he drawled. "you're not
going to talk yourself out of this one." He kissed her, his arms
around the small of her back. She melted against him, like she always
did.  
"Mark?" Laura whispered after some long moments. "I really hate it
when you try to imitate Bogart." Mark smiled. "So why don't you shut
me up?" he whispered back. She kissed him hard, her hand behind his
head, pulling his face against hers. She smelled faintly of a perfume
she'd never used before. Laura rarely used makeup or perfume, and
now Mark was slightly alarmed by the effect the fragrance had on
him.
"Did you mention food?" she asked somewhat later. Mark sighed.
"You're a pig... You know that, don't you?" She smiled. "Guilty as
charged. Shall we go?" She let go of him. "And I've got a surprise
for you, too. I'll show you when we get back." She smiled again.
"You'll love it, I'm sure." 
As she put on her coat, Mark tried to put it out of his mind. Laura's
surprises sometimes had a way of really surprising him, to put it
mildly. But this didn't seem to be one of her whimsical moods, and
somehow he wasn't too worried. She wouldn't do that to him again...
or would she? He sighed, smiled, and went to get his coat. The
weather was terrible.

It was rather late when they returned. Laura was smiling dreamily,
which had something to do with a bottle of a red wine she hadn't
known but which turned out to be more potent than she had expected.
Mark had known, of course, but he also knew the effect that red wine 
tended to have on Laura, and the interesting results that might
develop from it.
Mark got out of his coat, then took Laura's. He reminded himself to
hang up the cloak rack tomorrow and put them on a chair near the door.
He was about to flip the light switch when Laura whispered: "Mark?"
"Hmm?" "Come here... don't turn on the light..." He walked over to
the window where she was standing, gazing at the rain outside, rain
drops in her short, sandy hair glistening in the street lights.
He stood behind her, her back against his chest. "What is it?" He put
his arms around her, his chin on her shoulder. The smell of her
perfume made him a little dizzy. He was shure she'd never used that
stuff before, for the effect it had on him was something he'd have
remembered. 
She took his wrists, moved his hands over her belly, the soft
warmth of her body under his palms. Up to the round firmness of her
breasts. He put his thumbs on top of them, felt the nipples swell
under the thin fabric of her shirt. The skin of her bare arms was
against his. 
She sighed as he kissed her cheek. "Remember I promised you a
surprise?" "Hmm hmm..." He kissed her again. "Well, here it is." She
gently took his wrist and pulled down his hands, across her belly
into the front of her white trousers. His fingers slid under the
elastic waistband of her panties, down to the softness between her
legs. His fingertips went on, expecting to find the short, soft curls
he knew so well.
They weren't there.
His hand went down, stroked the smooth, hairless skin. It was
softer than he'd ever felt it. The bare slit of her sex flowered open
under his touch. He felt slightly dizzy.
"Do you like it?" she asked, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I
read about it in a magazine last week. Thought we'd try it." Mark
remembered to breathe again. He smiled in the fragrant darkness. "You
set me up, didn't you?" he asked. "You hadn't forgotten at all. The
clothes you're wearing, that perfume, and now this..." "You noticed
the perfume?" "I've been trying not to all night. What is that
stuff?" "It's called Spring Breeze. Do you like it?" "It should be
called Justifiable Rape", he said hoarsely. "Do you need a
prescription for that stuff?"
Laura gently removed his hands from her panties and untangled herself
from between his arms. "That's the idea", she told him. "Now why
don't you go and draw us a hot tub. We definitely need a bath." She
smiled lazily, in her eyes the twinkle he knew so well. "You
shouldn't have had the wine", he chuckled.  "But I did. And now I
have to pee." She giggled as she went into the bathroom.

One of the best things about moving, Laura decided, was that their
new apartment had a very nice bathroom with a large tub. While
showers were nice, there was nothing like a long, luxury soak in hot
water. 
Lying there, completely relaxed, up to her neck in floating suds, she
watched Mark undress. He tossed his clothes into the laundry basked
in the corner, then climbed into the tub. She moved over as he let
himself down into the hot, soapy water. The tub almost overflowed, so
Laura carefully opened the drain slightly to let out a bit of water.
She sighed, closed her eyes, and let the relaxing warmth flow through
her body. Heavenly.
Mark gently poked her in the ribs. "Hey, wake up, sleepy. I need you
to scrub my back." She opened her eyes, made a face at him. "Brute.
Tyrant. Slaver. Have you no heart?" Mark smiled. "Sure. But I try to
hide it." He bent over to kiss her. "I've even remembered to do
something about Bell's Law." "Bell's Law?" she asked. "What's that?"
"Simple", Mark replied. "Never learned it in school? 'When a body is
partially or completely submerged in hot water, the phone rings.' So
I've pulled the plug." 
Laura put her arms around him, carefully not to slosh water over the
rim of the tub. "Would you scrub my back?" she asked. "Sure", Mark
replied. "And the rest of you as well." He grinned. Laura chuckled.
"You're too good." "And don't you forget it." Mark started stroking
her body, his movements hidden by the floating suds. Laura felt
another warmth spread through her, the sensation adding to the
luxurious relaxation of the hot water. "Hmmmmmm...." she sighed.
"This is great."
Marks hands slowly explored her body, stroking the small of her back,
up across her spine, down to the cleft of her buttocks, caressing her
skin. She felt her nipples harden with expectation even before his
fingers reached her breasts. A familiar, delicious sensation spread
through her, running from the tops of her breasts to her abdomen, and
beyond.
The took his hand and guided it between her legs. His fingers eagerly
played across her hairless groin, ran down along the edges of her
labia, which flowered open at his touch. The sensation of his
fingertips sliding across the smooth, soft skin down there, hidden by
suds drifting on hot water almost made her croon with pleasure. Her 
legs turned to butter.
She began to return his ministrations, gently stroking his back, down
across his butt, reaching back to touch his scrotum. She leaned on an
elbow, slipped, and pulled both of them under.
Mark came up, sneezing water like a miniature whale. He couched and
gasped for a minute, until he had caught his breath again. When he
could speak again, he asked: "Do you plan on drowning me right now?
Or did you have other plans first?" He gazed accusingly at her until
he could no longer control himself, and then he laughed. "I knew
there had to be a disadvantage to doing it together in the tub. I
knew it!" He kissed her again.
"I'm sorry", she said. "I didn't mean to." "Sure", he replied, "or
you'd have pulled me under longer than that. I know you." She smiled.
"You want to stop?" "Stop? Hell, no, not before we've started. Where
was I?"
"You were scrubbing my back", Laura reminded him. She took his hands,
put one on her left nipple, the other between her legs. "If I
remember correctly, you were scrubbing it just about there." Marks
face lightened up. "Aaahhhh! Now I remember!" he said. "You are so
right, do you know that?" He kissed her again as his fingers resumed 
caressing her intimate spots. Pleasure flowed through Laura as his
fingertips touched the places they knew so well. She sighed
contently.
Marks fingertip ran along the slit of her vagina, starting down and
running upwards. Her labia parted at his touch and Laura felt herself
tense as pleasure pooled in her abdomen. Marks finger went on, gently
stroking, and then his thumb was at the top of her slit, gently
touching her clit. Laura closed her eyes.
Marks index finger slipped inside her, gently probing into her warm,
soft tunnel. His thumb barely touched the button that lay hidden in
those fleshy folds, gently rubbed around it. Pleasure spread outward
from her groin into her legs, her belly, and on to her nipples. She
moaned softly.
Mark moved his other hand from her breast to the side of her waist,
gently liften her body from the bottom of the tub. For a moment Laura
felt weightless, her body buoyed by the hot water. The pleasure made
her slightly dizzy. Then Marks arm moved on, behind her back, and
down across her spine to her buttocks. His hand stroked them, and
then his finger ran gently along the cleft, gently parting them.
Laura moaned again, louder this time. "Yesss......" she sighed. As
she opened her eyes to kiss Mark, she saw how red his face was,
flushed by the heat of the water. She hoped it wasn't just that.
"Careful", he cautioned her. "Or we'll slip again." He chuckled. "I'd
heard that it would be awkward, and it's true." Laura sighed. "It's
great", she muttered. She moved herself against his stroking hands,
trying to increase the pleasure. The pace of her breath had
increased. 
Marks finger slid deeper into her vagina. She felt herself opening
before him as he slid upwards, his fingertip probing, feeling,
looking for the right spot. With his other hand he gently pulled her
buttocks apart and started stroking around her anus.
The sensation was incredible. Double pleasure soared through her,
electric lines of joy connecting both the spots where Mark caressed
her. Laura started to pant.
Then Marks probing finger found the puffy, fleshy spot he was looking
for and started rubbing it slowly. His thumb had takenon a rhytmic
movement, gently moving across the rim of her clitoris. Laura almost
screamed with pleasure as he went on and on and on. Her muscles
relaxed and his other finger slipped inside her too, gently stroking,
rubbing, stroking.
Laura's hands rose of their own will to cup her breasts. She rubbed
her nipples with her thumbs, then pinched them between thumb and
forefinger. 
It was too much. Pleasure exploded inside her, starting in her groin,
her belly and her nipples simultaneously. Waves of pure joy raged
through her, and she screamed. Mark felt her muscles contract
rhytmically around his fingers at both ends. Then he moved his upper
arm to keep her head from submerging as she lost all control. Water
sloshed over the edge of the tub. He couldn't remember seeing Laura
come so intensely, and her pleasure filled him with that special kind
of warmth he enjoyed more than anything else in the world.

After a minute or so, Laura opened her eyes again. Her face glowed.
Mark found her never more beautiful than just after an orgasm, the
delicious afterglow mixing with utter contentment. He put his arms
around her and kissed her. She kissed him back, hard, her tongue
against his teeth. It went on forever.
Then he felt her hand move down to clasp his penis. He was rock-hard.
Laura smiled. "Is that a club you're hiding down there?" she asked.
"Find out", Mark said. "Nah... doesn't matter. It's not what you've
got, it's where you stick it." Mark chuckled. "Truer words were never
spoken. Where do you want me so stick it?"
Laura moved over slowly. Long slow waves rippled across the hot
water, suds gently moving up and down. "That's one advantage of doing
it in the tub - we can't get much cleaner than this." Carefully she
turned around until Mark felt the cleft of her buttocks against the
tip of his erection. As she pulled her cheeks apart with one hand,
she said "There is where I want you to stick it." She gently lowered
herself on him. Mark felt the tip of his penis press against her
sphincter. "Carefully now", Laura muttered. "Slowly..." 
Mark felt the tip of him slip inside her. She took in her breath with
a sharp hiss. He didn't move. Laura slid down around him, slowly,
carefully lowering herself a fraction of an inch at a time. Mark felt
himself entering her, slowly, deeper and deeper. Finally she was just
sitting there in his lap, his throbbing penis deep inside her, her
rear opening tightly around him.
"Won't you get cold?" he asked. Laura was straddling him, sitting up
to her waist in the water. Here and there blobs of foam clung to her
shoulders and chests. "No," she wispered. "It won't take that long."
She closed her eyes, an extatic smile on her face. "Do you want to
move now?" Mark asked. Laura shook her head. "No, just like this. The
pressure, it feels so good..."
Mark stroked her hips where they lay against his waist, then moved
his hands to the inside of her thighs. He slowly ran his fingertips
along them, slowly converging on her groin. When he finally reached
it, he marveled again at the smoothness of her hairless skin.
He put his hand against the slit of her vagina, his thumb rubbing the
outer labia, his fingertips almost touching the place where his
rock-hard shaft entered her. He felt the muscles ripple under her
skin. 
Again he slipped a fingertip inside her vagina, probed gently into
the warm, slippery membranes that lay there. His thumb touched the
rim of her clitoris. He felt the muscles in there legs tense up.
"Yes", Laura whispered. "Go on, please, go on..." Her nipples were
dark, standing firmly out at the tips of her breasts. "Like that,
yes, go on..."
Mark started to stroke her gently there, his finger playing around
inside her, his thumb slowly rubbing her button. "Go on, go on",
Laura urged him. Her breath came fast. She started rocking back and
forward slightly, her soft insides moving around the tip of him.
Pleasure began to pool in his abdomen.
Then Laura moaned, put her own hand in her groin, pushed away his
thumb, and began to rub her clit with short, fast, hard strokes. Her
ragged breath became a gasp, then a scream. She shook, her back
arched with pleasure. Her legs tensed, and she almost lifted herself
off him. He slipped out of her.
She sank down upon him, collapsing down into the water, exhausted by
the violence of her orgasm. Mark gently stroked her back, careful not
to let her weight push him under. It was some time before her breath
came easy again.
"Wow", he said drily. Laura opened her eyes, smiled. "Yes, it was.
Thanks." "What for?" he asked. "You did all the work." Laura moved
her hand down to his crotch, clasped his stiff penis. "But I had all
the fun, didn't I? It was much too fast for you." "Nah, what's the
hurry?" Mark replied. "Besides, if it's fun for you, I'm happy." She
bit in his ear. "No, really", he protested.
She rubbed the skin of his shaft, ran her thumb across the rubbery
head a few times, then gently circled the rim around it with her
thumb and forefinger. "Then let's make you even happier", she
whispered, a bright red blush on her face. 
She moved her thighs until she was straddling his pelvis again, then
took the tip of his penis between two fingers and gently pressed it
against her labia. He slipped into her, and she slowly worked her way
down around him. Mark held in his breath, savouring the delicious
sensation of her inner folds against the head of his penis, warm and
soft, slickly parting before him as he slid deeper and deeper into
her love tunnel.
Her groin touched his, and Laura giggled. "Believe it or not", she
said, "but it tickles." She pressed down on him, rubbing herself
hard against his short hard curls. Her sex felt even warmer than the 
water, caressing his penis with a velvet glove. Pleasure began to
pool in his crotch.
Laura sank down on him until her back was under water again. Mark
pushed himself up a bit to keep his head above the suds. Laura
smiled dreamily as she closed her eyes. He kissed her gently. "This
is great", she whispered as she put her arms around him. He felt the
head of his penis swell as she gently moved against him. The familiar, 
wonderful feeling started to build in his penis.
"I can't hold out much longer, Laura", he cautioned her. Laura
started to rock back and forth slowly. Waves rippled against the rim 
of the tub. She moved faster, more urgent now. Mark bit his lip as
his pleasure started to rise.
His breath came faster. Laura, eyes closed was almost panting. "Come
on, come on..." she whispered. His orgasm started to build in his 
abdomen, pleasure spreading outward from his groin to his balls and
the base of his shaft. He moaned, trying to hold it in a bit longer.
But then Laura gasped, and he felt her legs press into his hips. He
let go, and felt how the force of his own climax prepared to unleash
itself. The delicious feeling in his penis rose, rose, and Laura's
inner muscles started to clasp his shaft rhythmically, squeezing,
releasing, squeezing...
He exploded inside her, sparks of joy erupting from the head of his
penis to inundate both their groins. It went on, and on, and on, and
then his own spasms begun, and he shot his load inside her, short,
hard jets, as he grabbed her buttocks and pushed himself even deeper
into her. "Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhh..." Mark wasn't sure whether it was him
or Laura who moaned.
Then they both slowly relaxed, basking in the hazy afterglow. Mark
felt deliciously tired. Laura put her head on his shoulder, and again
he marveled at the feeling of unity they shared. They didn't talk for
a long time.
Finally, Laura got up. "It's about time to pull the plug, dear", she
said in her usual business-like way. "I'll get all wrinkled if I stay
in longer." Mark smiled. "You'd look lovely with wrinkles,
sweetie", he said. But Laura wasted no words on such nonsense.
Instead, she turned open the cold water faucet. 
"Could you scream a bit softer, dear?" she asked innocently. "You'll
crack the tiles." It was at least five minutes before he forgave her.

"You have an unexpected streak of cruelty in your nature", Mark
announced gravely as he came out of the bathroom. "I am very
disappointed in you." He ran his hand through his wet hair and
followed Laura to the bedroom. Laura giggled. "Yes, I know", she said.
"But you love me anyway, don't you?" She smiled impishly. Mark
sighed. "When am I going to win an argument with you?" "I'm saving it
for a special occasion", she answered, as she put her arms around him
and kissed him seriously. "Oh Mark, I love you", she whispered. He
felt her melt against his body.
"Did you have any plans for tonight, ma'm?" Mark asked politely.
"Why, certainly, sir." She sat down on the bed and spread her thighs
as far as she could, until her legs were almost completely
horizontal. She grinned happily. "Read my lips: no more bush!" Mark
sighed. "OK, you win... this time." He sat beside her, grabbed her
and rolled over until they were both lying on the bed in a jumbled
heap of arms and legs. "Now cut the crap, lady, and get on with it",
he mumbled. "So what are you going to do about it?" she whispered.
"I'll think of something..." Then he shut her up by kissing her. It
was a kiss that screamed for more, her tongue against his teeth,
hard, her arms around him. It was one of those kisses that seemed to
go on for hours, and as far as Mark was concerned, it could. But
Laura had other ideas.
She gently pulled herself loose from him and laid down on her back.
She spread her legs wide and pulled her labia apart with both hands,
exposing the wet, pink folds inside. Her clit came peeping out from
under its protective sheeth, pink-purple, shiny. He'd have sworn it
was winking at him.
Mark smiled. "Are you trying to tell me something?" He sighed. "Have
you ever heard of something called subtle?" Laura giggled. "Don't
talk so much. Try something else with your tongue..." 
Mark let a mean smile creep over his face. "After what you did to me
with that cold water? Hmmmmm..... Say please." Laura moaned. "Aw,
come on, Mark..." "Say please!" "Oh, Mark..." "Say please!" 
Laura sighed, then gave in. She cocked her head, put on her best
innocent little-girl smile, and asked "Pleeeaaaaase?"
Mark got down on his knees and sighed mockinly. "OK. I might as
well... I can't refuse you anything, anyway." He put his hands on the
inside of her thighs and slowly ran them up, caressing her skin with
his fingertips. Then his hands met, and he gently explored the warm,
moist area between Laura's legs.
He marveled again at the soft smoothness of her hairless skin. He
slowly stroked along the slit of her sex, feeling her heat radiating
from her center. She was so soft... He bent over and gently kissed
her nether lips, feeling her moisture on his face. Laura squirmed
under his touch.
He kissed her vagina again, this time gently pulling her labia apart
with his hands. The puffy, fleshy folds inside were pink and wet. The
fragrance of her excitement made him dizzy.
He slowly ran his tongue along her groin, a long, loving swipe. He
licked around the slit, then opened it again, ever so gently, and
put his tongue inside. Laura moaned softly. He moved up slowly, until
his mouth reached the top of her vagina. There he took in as much of
her as he could, and sucked gently. His tongue found the small, hard
nubbin that was hiding there, and gently flicked across it. Laura
moaned again, louder this time.
Her whole hairless crotch was becoming very slippery now.  Marks face
was wet with her fluids. He let his fingers play along the inside of
her thighs, his thumbs gently keeping her outer labia apart. His
mouth moved around her most sensitive spots, his tongue probing here,
then there, and occasionally playing over her clit. He felt it swell,
the sheath around it retracting to expose the super-sensitive tip.
Laura's muscles tensed.
He could'n keep himself from looking up. She lay back with her eyes
closed, a bright red blush on her cheeks. She was pinching both her
nipples between thumb and forefinger. Her breath came fast. She was
beautiful. 
Mark resumed his kissing, licking, sucking, until Laura could hold
out no more. She gasped, and the muscles in her thighs became tight
as ropes. Mark took her clit in his mouth and sucked hard. Laura 
screamed, arched her back until she almost lifted herself from the
bed. Then her inner muscles began to contract, and the juices gulfed
out of her, running across his face.
When the violence had subsided, and Laura relaxed, he put a last
gentle kiss on her bald pussy. Then he stood up and got a towel from
the bathroom to dry his face. Laura lay still with her eyes closed.
"Are you still there?" he asked. She smiled and opened her eyes. "No,
I'm in heaven... What are you doing?" "Drying off my face, of course.
I have never seen you this wet." Laura looked down. A large soaked 
patch was spreading across the sheets. "Neither have I", she
anserwered, sounding surprised.
Mark looked down. His penis was standing to attention, hard and
ready. He hung the towel over it. Laura looked in amazement, then
burst into laughter. "I knew there had to be a use for it", she
gasped. Mark threw the towel into a corner and sat down upon the bed.
"I know something much better to do with it. Are you ready now?" He
put his arms around her from behind, pulled her back against his
chest, her breasts in his hands. She arched her back, her nipples
hard against his palms. She sighed contently. "Do you really have to
ask?" Her lips parted in a lazy smile as she took his hands off her
breasts and turned around to face him. Mark said nothing. "I knew you
didn't", she whispered. "Come."
She sat on his lap, shifted to straddle his hips. Then she gently
took his erection and inserted the shining heat between the warm, wet
lips of her entrance. "Come in, honey", she said softly. "The front
door is always open. Enter without knocking." Mark chuckled. "Well,
since you insist..." He put his arms around her, hugging her tight.
She was so wet that he slipped into her almost without without
friction, her heat grasping him like a satin glove, caressing,
squeezing. It felt so good.
Laura held his head and kissed him, firmly, her tonge against his
teeth, exploring the inside of his mouth. Once more they experienced
that particular union, that feeling of unity that only this kind of
intimacy could give them. They remained that way for a long, long
time. 
Finally Laura rolled over, pulling him down on the bed with her. He
slipped even deeper into her as she put her legs around him, pulling
him against her. "You want to move now?" Mark asked. "Let's wait a
bit more", she said. "This is to good to hurry." He smiled fondly.
"It beats that sixty-nine, anyway." Laura blushed. "Aw, come on,
Mark..." He chuckled. "It's allright." He kissed her.
A few days ago they had tried to do a sixty-nine, Marks face buried
between her thighs, Laura gently sucking his penis. All had gone
well, splendid even, until he found out that Laura had a tendency to
clench her teeth when she came. No permanent damage had been done,
but he wouldn't forget it soon.
"Mark?" she said somewhat later. "Something I forgot to tell you.
While I'm gone, Cindy may call. When I told her we'd moved, she said
that she'd be coming by one of these days. So when she does, be nice
to her, ok?" Mark looked at her quizzically. "What do you mean, be
nice? I am nice, aint I?" "Sure." "Then what is that supposed to
mean?" 
Laura smiled lazily. "You'll find out..." Mark sighed. "Could you be
more specific? I'm not good at guessing games."
Laura looked sober. "How well do you know Cindy?" she asked. "You
should know", he replied. "You were there all the times I've seen
her." Laura chuckled. "Do I detect a slight trace of frustration
there? Yes, you're right, dear, I've been there, and on purpose. I
know a knockout when I see one, and Cindy definitely has what it
takes." She kissed him again. "Don't you trust me?" he asked. "Yes,
honey, I do. But I'd rather not take chances." A brief, whimsical
smile robbed her words of any serious intent.
"But seriously", she went on. "Cindy sometimes needs someone just to
talk to. I know you're good at listening, so just in case, be there,
ok?" Mark nodded. "Of course. I can handle it." Laura rubbed her nose
against his. "I know, dear. I know. That's why I love you." Mark
sighed. "I love you, too. And I still think that's the nicest thing
you've ever said to me. Makes me happy. Makes me feel good all over.
I love you, Laura." He kissed her again. "And don't cry." He kissed
away a tear that was suddenly running down her cheek. "I always cry
when I'm happy", she protested. "All right", Mark gave in. "Cry all
over me if you want to." He chuckled. "For the moment that's all you
can do, I'm afraid. I'm tired, I guess." Unnoticed, his erection had
gone. Laura smiled lazily. "Oh, poor dear... Do you know what I'd
like to do when you get it back again?"
She told him. The result was immediate. Eyes closed with delight,
Laura felt how he swelled inside her, pushing the walls of her love
tunnel outward, growing, throbbing, deeper and deeper into her body.
It was even better then feeling him entering her. "Ooohhhh...." she
sighed. "This is great..." She relished the sensation, until he was
big and hard again. She contracted her inner muscles, squeezing him
rhytmically, and felt him grow even more.
"Hm... I have to remember that..." she whispered. Mark chuckled. "It
worked. But were you serious?" Laura frowned, like she was thinking
it over. "Do you feel up to it?" she asked. Mark grinned sheepishly.
"I guess not. Perhaps some other time..." "You bet, honey. Now get
going. Hard. Yes, like that. Yes..."
They both started to move in that slow, sensuous rhythm they knew so
well by now. Laura threw herself into it with gusto, pushing herself
up against him, rocking back and forth. Her breasts bounced. Mark
felt his pleasure rise. Then Laura came, suddenly, and her inner
muscles gripped him like a hand, squeezing, squeezing, milking him...
He slowly pulled himself outward a bit, felt how she clamped down on
him, her thighs around his back. Then, just on the brink of orgasm
himself, he slowly pushed down again, re-entering her, the warm
slippery folds sliding along the rim of his head. His crotch exploded
in a wonderful display of fireworks, his body shaking with the
intensity of it. He grunted, then started to ejaculate, one thick
spurt after another, deep inside her. Her "Ooooohhhhhhhhhh" sounded
far away.
She was asleep before his breathing had returned to normal. He
drifted off himself, thinking about how beautiful she always looked,
just afterward.


Four days later, Mark was staring morosely out of the window. It was
pouring outside, again, and though it was only five, it was already
dark outside. He sighed. God, what a weather. It ought to be illegal,
at least.
He missed Laura. The place was cold and quiet, and he longed for her,
her warmth, the softness of her skin, her round, tight shapes moving
against him. But what the hell? She had only been gone for a couple
of days, Mark reminded himself.
He turned back to face the mess inside. He'd done a lot of unpacking
that afternoon, but connecting all the stuff on and around the large
workbench that was now standing against the wall would take a couple
of hours, at least. And they were still a bit short on furniture. But
that would have to wait until Laura got back.
After fortifying himself with more black coffee, he started to sort
through a spagetti mass of cables and wires. That'll teach you to
toss the stuff in a box when you're in a hurry, he thought. Just
dumping the lot on the floor and fish out whatever was needed first
would probably the best method.
It took him about half an hour until most of the stuff was sorted
out. Then he got on his knees under the workbench to plug everything
together, his favorite Sade tape in the stereo.
The bell rang. He jumped up, and of course bashed his head solidly
against the frame of the table. Mark used a couple of words that
would have killed a cow at six paces, then got up and staggered to
the door. 
The visitor was clad from head to toes in a gray, dripping wet rain
coat. He recognized her from her voice as she said "Hi, Mark! How are
you? Gawd, this weather is terrible. I feel like a drowned cat."
Mark smiled. "Hello, Cindy. Come in. Laura isn't here right now, but
come in anyway. Dry up a little."
He closed the door behind her as she pulled out her wet coat. "I
know", she said. "She'd told me she would be gone for a couple of
days. But I decided to drop by anyway. You don't mind, do you?" "Of
course not. Here, let me get that." He hung the dripping coat on a
hanger in the bathroom while Cindy looked around curiously. "Sorry
about the mess", he apologized. "I'm still unpacking." "Yeah, I know,
it's a terrible job... It's a good thing you don't have to do it very
often, though."
As he returned, Cindy was looking over the pile of boxes that still
needed to be unpacked. She laughed. "Don't tell me that Laura brought
all that stuff with her... she always was a bit of a pack rat." Mark
shook his head. "You should have seen what we've dumped", he said. "I
think we've thrown away more than we took with us."
Cindy was about five feet six, with long black hair and lovely eyes.
Her chocolate-colored skin contrasted nicely with a white sweater and
light blue jeans. Mark didn't know her very well. She knew Laura from
the theys they were both in school together, and though Cindy had
visited them a couple of times, Mark didn't really know much about
her. She was nice enough, though.
"I like it", Cindy said. "Thanks", he replied. "It still needs a lot
of work, though." "I hope I'm not interrupting you or something?"
"No, don't worry. I was about to call it quits anyway. Make a few
sandwiches, coffee... you want some?" "No, thanks. I don't like
coffee." Mark shook his head in mock disbelief. "Living without
coffee? I don't know how you do it. Want a sandwich?"
Cindy smiled. "No, thanks. I've got something better. Just a
second..." She went to the door to get the brown shopping bag she'd
be carrying when she came in. "Surprise!" "Oh, my, a shopping bag!"
Mark said, his face a parody of amazement. "Just what I always
wanted!" Cindy gave him a look she must have learned from Laura. "No,
dumbo, it's dinner." She started to unpack the bag. Mark sighed.
"Allright, you've got me. I'm a sucker for food." She smiled. He
couldn't help wondering what she was thinking. There was something 
about that smile which he found slightly unsettling.
Cindy was busy unloading the bag, piling a bag of rice, meat, some
vegetables and other undefined stuff upon the table. "Err..... I hope
you know what to make out of that", Mark said, frowning slightly.
"I'm not that good a cook, you know. I usually settle for a
sandwhich." 
Cindy smiled. "Don't worry. Cooking is a hobby of mine. Anything here
you don't like?" He shook his head. "No problem. If it doesn't move,
I'll eat it." "Good. Have you unpacked the kitchen yet?"

About an hour later they were both sitting on the floor, their backs
against the pile of boxes in the corner of the room. "This is very
good", Mark said between one mouthful and the next. "Where did you
learn to cook so well?" "I've been working holidays as a cook for a
few years", she said. "And as I said, I like cooking. So when I
thought I'd give you a hand here, I thought, why not cook?" Mark
continued munching for a minute. "I'm very glad that you did it,
Cindy. Thanks." "Harmmblll mmlbllmmm", she said with her mouth full.
She swallowed. "Sorry. You're welcome."
Somewhat later, Mark set aside his empty plate and sighed. "Hm.....
that was GOOD. Thank you, Cindy." She smiled. "Any time." Mark
frowned. "I knew I was going to eat too much. I knew it. And now I
have to get up and go on unpakking all this stuff..." He looked
around the room with a profound lack of enthousiasm. "I think I'll
just let this settle for couple of minutes. You want something to
drink? Cola is al I've got right now, I'm afraid." "Cola is fine."
Mark got up, went and came back with two glasses. He handed one to
Cindy and sat down again. "Aaahh..... you know what my problem is?"
he asked in mock self-pity. "Good food makes me lazy. Always." Cindy
laughed. "How does Laura manage to live with you?" Mark raised his
eyebrows. 
"Frankly, I don't know. Perhaps by keeping me underfed." He sipped
from his glass, smiled. "Yes", he continued, "that must be it." He
drank some more. Then they both were silent for some moments,
listening to the sound of the rain against the window and one of
Laura's tapes in the stereo. Something jazzy, Mark didn't know
exactly what. He'd picked the tape at random. It sounded very nice,
though. Cindy had finished eating.
Mark relaxed, enjoying the content feeling that good food always gave
him. He hadn't felt so good all day. When he turned his head, he
found Cindy looking at him, her mouth half open as if she had been
about to say something. Now she closed it. "What?" he asked. She
smiled shily. "Nothing." The sipped from her glass. "So how's Laura?"
Mark couldn't help thinking that she'd changed a subject.
"Fine", he said. "But she's trying to work too hard. She's been doing
that all year. If I let her have it her way, she'd be at that
computer for twenty hours a day." Cindy smiled impishly. "So how do
you manage to distract her?" Mark chuckled. "Now that's a trade
secret, ma'am." She sipped from her glass again. The delicate pink
shade of her nails contrasted beautifully with the deep tan of her
skin. 
"Allright... keep your little secrets." She giggled. "But you're
right, she's a bit of a workaholic. She was already like that in
college." Mark put down his glass. "How long have you known Laura?"
he asked curiously. "Since we were in school together. I was
thirteen, fourteen... She's always been a great friend. Always there
when I felt lonely." She sipped thoughtfully. "We became very close.
Talking girl talk, sharing gossip..." She chuckled. "Those were the
good old days."
She got up, took the empty plates and carried them to the kitchen.
"Do you want coffee?" she called back to him. Mark got up. "No,
thanks", he replied. "I'd better get on with this mess here." He
finished his glass and put it on the corner of the work bench.
Sighing, he went on connecting the wiring behind the frame. "That'll
teach you to eat too much with more work to do", he muttered to
himself. Cindy came in from the kitchen.
"Anything I can do to help you?" she asked. Mark looked up. "That's
very nice of you, Cindy, but it's alright, really. I can manage." She
smiled. "Of course you can. But I'd promised to help out, and I've
got nothing else to do. Have you unpacked all the clothes yet?" Mark
shook his head. "Only what we needed right now. The rest is still
packed. It should be somewhere in there. The box should be marked
'Clothes' or something." He got down under the table again. "Thanks",
he added. "I really appreciate it."

The evening passed quickly. Mark knew that you don't know how much
stuff you've got until you have to move it all, but still he was
amazed at te amount of things they had taken with them.
Cindy proved worth her weight in gold. Neither he nor Laura had so
many clothes, but sorting through them was something he didn't have
any particular knack for, and though Laura never fussed about
fashion, she didn't always quite understand his ability to mix up
mismatching pieces of clothing at random and happily walking around
with it. He was glad that at the end of the evening Cindy had
unpacked and sorted the last of the clothing and hung everything
orderly in the bedroom closet. 
After a couple of hours the pile of boxes was almost gone. Mark
checked his watch. Still early. "Don't tell me you want to do the
rest tonight?" Cindy asked. Mark shook his head. "Nah... let's call
it a day. I'm bushed, anyway." He put the empty boxes at the door.
"I'll shove that out tomorrow", he said. "Cindy, I'm really glad you
came. Thanks for the help." She smiled. "And for the company", he
added. "If I can return the favour, just ask, ok?" Cindy looked
thoughtful. "OK", she said softly.
Mark went to pour himself another cola. "You want another one?" he
called back from the kitchen. "No, thanks", she said. "One more and
I'd blow up." She giggled. When Mark came back, she opened her mouth
as if to say something, hesitated, then closed it again. Mark looked
at her, questioning. "What?" he asked. She looked away, looked down,
turned around. She seemed embarrassed.
"What's wrong?" Mark asked. "Did I say something wrong? Are you OK?"
Cyndy smiled wanly. "No, it's allright, really. I'm messing this all
up." Mark didn't understand at all. "Mess what up?" he asked, and
sipped his cola. Shoving boxes around is thirsty work.
Cindy took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes. "Mark, will you
make love to me?" she blurted out. Mark choked as the carbonated
drink shot into his windpipe.
After regaining his breath, he looked at her. Shit. A nice evening,
and now this. He sighed.
"Why me?" he asked. Cindy looked surprised. "Why you?" "Yes, why me.
Cindy, are you in love with me?" She hesitated for a moment, then
smiled faintly. "Well, no. But I do like you."
Mark sat down and sighed. "I don't get it. Cindy, you know about
Laura. You know I would't do that to her. So why did you ask?" Cindy
looked down. "Are you angry with me?" she asked in a small voice.
"No... a bit annoyed, perhaps. Confused, yes. It's not that I don't
like you, but... well, I'm just not that casual about it, that's
all." He looked at her. She sighed. "Oh well, I guess I shouldn't
have asked." Mark raised his eyebrows. "But you did. Now please
explain." Cindy looked him in the eyes. "You do love Laura very
much, don't you?" she asked directly. Mark nodded. "Yes, I do... more
than I've ever managed to tell her. But I thinks she knows. Anyhow,
I'm not going to cheat on her. Never."
She smiled. "Yes, she knows. I know that she knows. But..." She
sighed. "Mark, I don't really know how to say this, but... You
wouldn't hurt Laura. We... Oh, hell, we talked about it, Laura and I.
She trusts you. She trusts me. It's allright with her, Mark." All he
could do was blink.
"Wait a second", he said after a few moments. "You and Laura planned
that we... together... I don't believe it!" Cindy looked as if she
was about to cry. "No! That's not what it was. Not at all. And she
told me that you probably wouldn't go for it. But she said to try
anyway."
Mark shook his head in amazement. He had mixed feelings about this to
begin with, but he was getting more and more confused by the second.
Why were they setting him up like this? Was he actually being set up?
And how? By Laura? He wasn't sure. But what mattered most was the
extent to which Laura seemed to trust him. She trusted him! That
realization filled him with warmth and joy.
He chuckled.  "Do I have anything to say in it? The two of you seemed
to have planned quite a bit. Who came up with the idea anyway?" Cindy
smiled wrily. "Who do you think? Laura, of course. She more or less
had to bully me into it. I still think I shouln't have done it." She
looked sad. "I'm sorry, Mark." She turned towards the door.
"Just a minute", Mark said. "You still haven't answered the question.
Laura might have liked the idea, but what about you? Why me?" Cindy
hesitated, then smiled shily. "I like you, Mark. You're sweet." She
hesitated. "I'm not in love with you. But I do like you. Really." She
took a step towards him, then another. "And she said you'd hate to
sleep alone", she said softly.
Mark looked at her for a long moment, then he sighed. "I suppose I
should know better", he muttered, as he held out his hand. She took
it and smiled as she stood before him. "If you can't beat them..."
she whispered. Mark sighed. "Laura was hard enough to handle", he
said. "But the two of you... I'm not sure I'm up to it." Cindy put a
finger across his lips. "Sssshhh...." Then she stood on her toes to
kiss him.
Mark put his arms around her gently. She was shorter than Laura, and
he had to bend over slightly. She kissed him... well, shily. Then he
kissed her back, and this time he felt how she snuggled against him.
She didn't taste like Laura, he decided. Just as good, but different.
They kissed again, longer this time. The tip of her tonge touched
his. 
She looked up at him, her eyes questioning as if looking for
reassurance. Mark smiled gently, then shook his head. "I still don't
quite understand", he said, "but I'm glad you're here." He kissed her
again.
As she put her arms around him, he asked: "Were you quite finished
with the stuff in the bedroom closet? Or is the bed still buried
under heaps and heaps of clothes?" The tip of her nose touched his.
"Do you want me to show you?" she asked softly. Mark nodded. "Yes", 
he whispered. "Show me."

The big double bed had been an investment. Laura would have gone for
a water bed if it hadn't been so expensive. At last she'd settled for
just a big, soft bed with a heavy mattress. And Mark had readily
agreed with her that they might be a little short on furniture at
first, but that it would be a very bad idea to economize on the bed.
Laura's arguments had been very convincing.
When they entered the bedroom, Cindy felt him hesitate. She turned to
face him. "Do you still feel bad about it?" she asked. Mark nodded.
"In a way, yes." He sighed. "It feels like I'm cheating Laura, and I
hate that." "It's not like that, Mark." "I know. I believe you.
But... well, let's get one thing straight right now. This is as far
as it goes, allright? It's fun, it's sweet, and nothing more.
Agreed?" 
Cindy smiled as she put her arms around him. "Agreed. No strings
attached. I promise." She stood on her toes to kiss him. "Feel better
now?" she whispered. Mark hugged her, bent down to kiss her again.
She stood on her toes as their lips met. Mark felt how the tip of her
tonge carefully reached out, gently touched his. She tasted sweet,
good.
He ran his hands over her back, then down to the tightest part of her
jeans. He slowly explored those delicious curves, pulling her against
him. Then his right hand slipped under her white sweater, stroked the
smooth, warm skin underneath.
Cindy kicked off her shoes and sat down on the bed. "That's no good",
she said. "You'll ruin your back bending over like that. Come here."
She pulled him down beside her, put her arms around his neck and
kissed him again. This time it was more thorough, more intense. It
was a kiss that screamed for more.
Mark, his hands still under her sweater, let his hands play across
the smooth curves that lay there. Cindy smiled happily. "Here, let me
take that..." she said, and she pulled the sweater over her head. Her
skin was creamy, a lovely shade of brown. Under her sweater she wore
a white, lacy bra. Her breasts were full but not heavy, dark nipples
showing through the thin, filmy lace. Mark drank in the sight of her.
She was wonderful.
"Stop drooling, you big ape", Cindy laughed. "Now it's your turn."
She pulled his dark blue jersey up until it caught his arms. "Ok,
sure, don't hit me, allright..." he chuckled, helping her to pull it
over his head. Before he could do anything else, Cindy reached behind
her back to unfasten her bra.
Her breasts looked... well, relieved, as she pulled the lacy cups
from those delicious brown mounds. They didn't sag, but yet they
seemed to enjoy their freedom. Her aureolae were very dark, her
nipples almost black. 
There was a pleasant roundness about her, Mark decided. She wasn't
fat, absolutely not, but where Laura was lean and supple as a cat,
Cindy had a kind of soft, bouncy quality that was absolutely
wonderful. An entirely different kind of delicious.
Cindy was obviously pleased with they way Marks eyes feasted on the
sight of her. "Well?" she asked. He didn't respond. She waved her
hand in front of his eyes. "Hello! Are you still in there?" Mark
nodded slowly. "Wow..." he said. She smiled like a child given a
present. 
He slowly reached out to touch her shoulder. His fingertips ran
across it, caressing the smooth skin, the curves of her torso, down
along the round lines of her breast. He stroked her belly with the
palm of his hand.
Cindy felt a warm, delicious pleasure spreading through her body.
God, this was good. She reached out, pulled him against her. Their
lips found each other and they shared a long, intense kiss while
their hands slowly, gently explored each others body.
Then she started to unbuckle the belt of his jeans. He had to help
her to get it off. "No, wait a minute", he muttered. "That won't
work." He stood beside the bed and took of the rest of his clothed
quickly. He started with his socks, realizing how silly he looked
wearing only socks. Then he chuckled to himself for worrying about
it. It wouldn't matter.
As he kneeled beside her on the bed, Cindy looked him over. "Well?"
he asked, slightly amused. "Disappointed? I'm not exactly a Greek
god, you know." Cindy smiled gently. "Nope, you're not. But you're
quite allright, Mark." "Hm... Thank you... I think", he replied
drily. He kissed her again.
"Now, give me a hand, would you?" she asked, as he started to undo
her light blue jeans. "I shouldn't have taken those tight ones..."
Mark laughed. "Why not? It looks yummy..." Cindy sighed mockingly.
"Thanks. So kind of you to notice..." She finished undoing the
buttons and pushed herself up from the bed, supporting herself on
heels and shoulders. Mark pulled down the waistband of her jeans.
"That's better", she said, as she sank down upon the bed again. She
pulled the jeans off her legs and tossed them aside. Now she only
wore white socks and a pair of tiny, white slik panties.
Mark reached out and stroked the inside of her left thigh. Her skin
was warm and soft. As his hand moved up, he stroked the smooth silk
of her panties with the tip of his finger, feeling the soft contours
that lay underneath.
Her lips parted in a lazy smile. "I think there's a better way to do
that", she said softly. She hooked her thumbs under her panties and
pulled them down to her knees in one single movement. Mark helped her,
pulling them down all the way and tossing them aside.
She was gorgeous. The smooth, brown expanse of her skin rose and fell
in gentle, round curves. She had just the right amounts of padding in
the most wonderful places. Her breasts were heavy but firm. A black
triangle sprouted where her thighs met. Her nipples were already
hard. 
As she lay back on the bed, Mark devoured her with his eyes. Slowly,
almost reverently, he stroked the outside of her right hip. Cindy
reached out, put her arms around his neck. He sank down on her and
they shared a long, intense kiss. Mark felt her warmth against his
body as she pulled him against her.
Her hands started to explore his body, moving down across his chest,
his spine, his hips. As she reached his groin, she smiled like a
happy child. "Something's come up", she said softly. Mark chuckled.
"I'm not surprised", he said drily. 
"Mark..." she whispered, "will you be gentle?" She looked very
serious. "Of course", he said, a little surprised. Then he paused and
looked at her, her eyes gazing into his. "Cindy... is this your first
time?" 
She shook her head and a faint smile played around her lips. "No, it
isn't... If it was, I would have told you. But..." She hesitated.
"Just be careful, ok?" Mark nodded. "Of course...", he said in
wonder. "Cindy, are you sure you want to do this?" "Yes... yes, I'm
sure, Mark. Very sure. Now quit talking. Kiss me..." He did. Her
hand cupped his balls.
Still kissing, he slowly ran his fingertips across her shoulders, and
down, down, to the wonderful curves of her breasts. They were soft
and ripe against his hands as he gently traced the outlines of them,
until his thumbs met in the cleavage.
Then he touched those dark, hard tips with the tip of his finger. He
felt how her nipples, already hard, swelled even more under his
touch. He started stroking them, rubbing gently, and she moaned
softly. "Hmmmmm..... yessss, that feels goooood..." She wrapped her
hand around his penis, hard and throbbing between her fingers. She
squeezed gently.
Mark moved down his hand, stroked the inside of her left thigh and
moved up to the black triangle. He let his fingers play through the
short, hard curls, feeling the outline of her labia underneath. He
traced the outline of her slit with his thumb, stroking gently. She
started to open under his touch, like a flower, exposing the first
drops of her nectar.
He kissed her lips once more, then her chin, her neck, and his mouth
started the long trek down. He paused at her breasts and trailed the
outline with his lips, then slowly moved up to the center. His tongue
circled her left nipple, and her back arched to meet him. She moaned
when he took the sensitive tip between his lips and nibbled gently.
"Ohh.... that feels sooo good...." she whispered. As he flicked his
tongue over the top of her nipple, his thumb gently rubbing the other
one, she moaned again, louder this time. Then he switched to her
other breast and gently licked the tip of it, his tongue alternately
caressing and teasing.
Cindy lay with her eyes closed, squirming under his ministrations, an
extatic smile on her face. Mark enjoyed her pleasure tremendously,
proud that he could make her feel that good.
His mouth went on, across the smooth expanse of her stomach, her
belly (pausing at her navel for a few moments) until it reached the
dark triangle that covered her mons. The black curls were thick and
soft, but with an odd trace of hardness in them. He put his hands on
the inside of her thighs and stroked gently. Cindy responded by
parting her legs before him, and he placed a long, tender kiss on
that warm, most intimate place they revealed. She sighed contently.
He kissed her there again.
"Do you like my pussy?" she asked, her voice lazy but curious.
"You're delicious", he said. "All of you." He looked up to see her
smile happily. "You're so sweet", she said. Mark grinned. "But 
hungry, too! And you're yummy. Hm..." He carefully looked her over.
"What shall I eat first..." He let his hand play through her pubic
hair. "Aha... just what I like most..." He smiled as he started to
part the black matted hair to reveal the slit of her sex, now
glistening moistly.
Her smell was intoxicating, sweet and yet with a hint of something
exotic. As he bent down to kiss her there, he inhaled deeply to
savour her heady fragrance.
She tasted different. He couldn't have described it, but it was
different, and wonderful. He carefully licked the outline of her
vagina, explored her delicious softness with the tip of his tongue.
She spread her thighs wide and put her hand on the back of his head, 
gently encouraging him on.
He carefully pulled her labia apart with his thumbs. Her insides were
a delicate shade of pink, deliciously offset by her brown thighs. Her
clitoris was small, almost invisible.
She was so beautiful, Mark just had to kiss her again, there, her
moist warmth caressing his lips. As his tongue entered her, Cindy let
out a sqeal of delight.
He continued, licking, caressing, spreading her fluids across her
labia and the hood of her clit. She began to move in response,
almost grinding her pelvis in his face, her hand in his hair, pushing
him down into her groin. His erection began to throb, then started to
become slightly painful.
He watched with fascination how her clit slowly swelled, grew, and
came peeping from under its hood. It was slightly darker than the
inner labia, glistening with her juices. He carefully touched it with
the tip of his tongue. Her hand clenched his hair.
Cindy felt how he took her clit in his mouth, letting the warm caress
envelop her, turning it into a spot of utter delight. Her breath came
fast. Then he slowly inserted his finger between her nether lips,
feeling the moist heat of her inner flesh. Her hips moved, more
insistent now, not wanting him to stop.
Her orgasm almost took her by surprise, coming fast, violent, and
hard. She clenched his head between her thighs as her inner muscles
contracted around the stroking tip of his finger and her groin
exploded in fireworks of utter pleasure. She clenched her teeth, but
a long, deep moan came out anyway.
As the storm subsided, she realized that Mark was moaning, too. He
held her by the wrist, trying to get her hand out of his hair.
"Aauuhh.. Cindy, please... You're pulling out my hair!" She let go,
and he put his hand on his head. "Oh, Mark, I'm sorry, I'm so
sorry... Are you allright?" Mark managed a lopsided grin. "I'll make
it... I'll probably be bald before thirty, anyway..." "Oh, I'm so
sorry..." she stammered. "Oh, hell, it's allright", Mark smiled. He
bent down between her thighs again, kissed her tenderly. "No hard
feelings." He kissed her again. Her labia were much larger now,
overflowing with the fluids of her pleasure.
Cindy smiled. "No hard feelings? Not even one?" "Hm... well, there's
that one down there, of course..." he said drily. He bent down again,
licking her slit, probing deeper now with his tonge. He kept away
from her clit, which had to be very sensitive by now, and he didn't
want to hurt her.
They both felt how her excitement began to rise, more rapid this
time. When Cindy felt that she could not hold out much longer, she
gently pulled his head away from her hot, throbbing core.
"Mark?" she whispered. "Come. I want you in me. Please." Her eyes
were large and pleading, and momentarily puzzled him. There was
something about her... "Make love to me, Mark", she said, and he
smiled. "I thought you'd never ask..." he answered, and he propped
himself up on his elbows, placing a last tender kiss on her pussy.
"You're so yummy", he said softly, and was rewarded with a happy
smiled. "Quit talking... come." She held out her hand.
He moved up to sit on his knees between her spread legs. He bent down
to kiss her mouth, and she smelled her own excitement on his lips.
Then his fingers were on the tips of her breasts again, stroking,
rubbing, and she quit thinking coherently.
She felt the tip of his penis probe between her labia, and she took
him in her hand to help him. His erection was hot and hard. His penis
gave a warning lurch as she moved it across her slit. "Careful", he
cautioned her. He must be on the verge by now.
When Mark felt her fingers around the tip of him, inserting it into
her hot, wet core, he almost came. He bit his lip and concentrated on
the memory of his last visit to the dentist, when he had a cavitiy
filled that had turned out to be larger than anticipated. He just
made it. 
Then it was passt, and he entered her. His head slipped between her
nether lips, and he gently pushed on, slipping into her love hole
almost without effort. Her slick, warm folds parted before him,
caressing, stroking, urging him on, on... He made it last as long as
possible, moving almost agonizingly slow.
When he was as far as he could go, he kissed her again, felt how her
tongue sought his, played along the inside of his mouth. He withdrew
an inch or so, then gently pushed on again. She moved with him,
lifting him up, letting go, then back to meet him again, pushing
herself up around him as he slipped deeper inside. After some moments
they settled into a slow, lazy rhythm, moving together. 
Mark felt how the head of his penis swelled inside her, caressed by
the warm smoothness of her core. He bit his lip, but it was no use.
Pleasure started to throb in his groin. He took her nipples between
his thumb and forefinger, gently rolled them, feeling the tender
hardness. She broke the kiss, moaned. "Oh, yes, go on, go on..." She
started moving faster now, and he felt how his pleasure started to
peak. It had been building for too long now, and he could no longer
hold it in.
He grunted as he exploded inside her, burying himself deeply with one
last thrust. He started to come, jetted his semen into her, grinding
his groin into hers. 
When it was over, he sank down on her, exhausted, his chin on her
shoulder. After almost half a minute he opened his eyes again and
kissed her cheek.
"Are you back?" she asked. He stroked her hair with his left hand,
kissed her forehead. "Sure", he replied. "And you? Did you...?" She
smiled. "Almost. But it's allright. Don't worry about it."
Mark made a face. "Damn. But I couldn't hold out any longer." He
slipped out of her, limp, his erection completely used up in the
violence of his orgasm.
"Hey, it's allright..." she whispered. "All I needed was a few more
seconds. So it shouldn't be any problem. Can I?" She put her hand
between her legs and looked at him questioningly. "Sure, go ahead",
he replied, taken aback somewhat by her frankness. He watched with
fascination as she started to rub herself, hard, one finger inside
her vagina, the other stroking the side of her clit. 
She was right. It took only moments until she tensed up and let out a
short yelp. Then her teeth bared in an expression of utter delight.
She gazed into nothing as her body shook.
Than they just lay there, together, enjoying each others warmth, a
wonderful feeling.

Mark often wished that he could preserve that vegetable state of mind
longer, enjoying the utter relaxation, content with merely existing,
void of any thought. But it passed, as it always did, and he turned
his head to kiss her again. He was suprised to see that she was
crying silently, a single tear trickling down her cheek. "Cindy?" he
asked concerned. "What's wrong?" He wiped the tear away with his
hand, worried.
She smiled, despite the tears, and put her arm around him. "Nothing's
wrong. It's allright, it's so right..." She hugged him, calmed down
slowly. Mark didn't understand at all.
"It was great, Mark, really", she said somewhat later. "It was
wonderful, both times. The turned her head to kiss him, and he held
her, his arms a protective embrace.
"Are you ok?" he asked. She smiled at his concern, snuggled against
him. "Yes, I'm ok", she said softly. "Really. And thanks. it was
wonderful."
He smiled faintly. "Even though you had to finish it yourself?" "Oh,
come on, that's no big deal", she said. "And I've become very good at
that. I'd begun to think that it was the only thing that was left for
me..." He frowned. "What do you mean?" She sighed. "Well... " She
fell silent for moment. "Nothing much, really... it's just... Mark,
I've been raped two years ago. I've never had sex since then. I was
scared like hell." She swallowed. "I kept having nightmares..." Her
voice was toneless. "I was at a party. I was drunk... So was
everybody else." Her voice trailed off. "I don't really want to talk
about it." She looked sad. "Are you mad at me?"
Mark rolled over and put both his arms around her. She clung to him,
her breasts pressing into his chest. "Calm down, will you?" he
muttered. "It's alright. It's allright." He didn't really know what
to say. "Why should I be mad at you?" She said nothing. Then the
picture came together in his mind. "Oho. Wait a minute. This was
Laura's idea, wasn't it?"
Cindy nodded mutely. "I should have known..." Mark chuckled. "So
you think you've set me up?" "Well, sort of..." she said. "Don't
worry. You didn't stand a chance, I'm afraid." He laughed. "Besides,
neither did I..." Mark slowly shook his head. "Laura practically
bullied me into going to bed with her, the first time, and it's been
going downhill from there on ever since..." Cindy smiled. "Yeah,
she's like that." "Amen", Mark said, and he kissed her. She put an
arm around his neck, her hand in his hair.
"Thank you for trusting me, Cindy", Mark said, serious now. "It's one
hell of a compliment." Cindy smiled. "You're sweet." She kissed him
again, then lazily sank back on the bed.
"Laura was right", she mused. "Too bad she tripped you before I met
you." Mark looked at her sternly. "We had an agreement, remember?" he
said. Cindy smiled. "Yes, I remember. Don't worry, I'm going to keep
it. Really." "Good", he said.
"How did the two of you meet, anyway?" she asked curiously. Mark
chuckled. "At a very dull and boring party. At least, it started out
as one. Then we talked for some time, and she asked me to come with
her. Just like that." He shook his head. "I'm terribly glad that she
did", he continued. "I'd never have suggested it myself..." "Yes,
she's like that", Cindy said. "We used to be roomies, a couple of
years ago. Did she tell you?" "Hmmm hmm..." "And did she also tell
you how she taught me to play with myself?" 
Marks eyebrows shot up. "You're kidding." She smiled faintly. "Nope.
I'm serious." She paused, then she giggled. "But you don't want to
hear about it... or do you?" Mark made a face. "Stupid question."
Cindy sighed. "Oh well, if you must pry..." She snuggled up against
him, smiling, remembering.
"We were cramming for an exam, that time. But then, we usually were.
I wasn't a fast learner, maybe because many subjects didn't interest
me at the time... and Laura usually complicated everything too much.
I mean, if we got a math question with a simple, obvious solution,
she'd fill two pages looking for something much more complicated."
Mark smiled. "Hmm hmm."
"So. Laura was ready to climb the walls, and I'd about had it, too,
so I decided to go jogging. I still do that often, but back then I
did it whenever I had the time. And a good thing, too, or I'd be
plump as a rhino. I still wish I'd kept it up."
Mark chuckled, prodded her in the side with his thumb. "You're not
fat. You've got just enough padding in just the right places..." She
made a face. "Do you want to hear this or not?" "Sure." "Then shut up
and listen. Where was I?" Mark smiled. "Digressing..." 
"Hm... yes. Anyway, Laura was getting bitchy, you know." Mark nodded
vigorously. She laughed. "Yes, I guess you do. So I decided to go out
and run for an hour of so. When I got back, Laura was asleep behind
her desk. I got into the shower without making any noise. I love hot
showers after jogging. Do you jog?"
Mark shook his head. "Nah... I never had the energy."
"You should try it sometime. Anyway, I got out of the shower wearing
only my panties, and there she was, sitting on her bed. She was all
freckles that summer. It had been hot and sunny right from spring to
fall. She always had frecles in summer... still does. But that year
she had freckles everywhere."
Mark raised his eyebrows. "Everywere?" "Yep." "Everywhere, eh? Hm..."
Mark smiled dreamily. "Wish I'd seen that..."
"You would. Pervert. Anyway, she was sitting on the bed, the button
of her jeans undone, her hand down the front of her panties. White
panties, with a bit of lace around the waistband. She had her eyes
closed, and I was barefeet, and she never noticed. She was rubbing
herself between her legs, her hand moving up and down like there was
no tomorrow. I just stood there and watched."
"I would have", Mark said drily.
She nodded. "Sure. So that's what I did. I was fascinated. I'd never
done that with myself, you know. I'd heard about it, of course, but
I'd never really done it. Did you?"
"Oh, yes..." Mark replied. "They told me it would make me go blind, but
it didn't."
"So I stood there, watching, and she started moaning and then she
sighed and she opened her eyes and she saw me..." She smiled. "Would
you believe she blushed?"
"Laura? Blush? Hm... now THAT is something I'd have liked to see",
Mark said thoughtfully. "Well, she did, but she didn't really look
embarrassed... 'Close your mouth, dear', she said, 'I just needed to
relax.' And I don't remember what I said then, but we both laughed
about it. But I got... curious, of all things. I asked her if it was
relaxing, and she said 'Don't you know?' And I said no, and she got
that serious look she has sometimes."
Mark nodded. "I know it."
"So she stood up and took off her jeans, and I could see the wet spot
in her panties. She took them off, and her shirt too, and then she
said 'I will show you. Get out of those.' And she pulled down my
panties."
Mark smiled. "Hm... that sounds familiar."
Cindy looked at him, then she nodded slowly. "I guess so. Anyway, she
took me by surprise, and it went too fast for me to be embarrassed."
Mark nodded. "Yep. That sounds familiar, too." 
"So we sat down on our knees, and she showed me. Everything. She let
me feel inside me, find out what the sensitive spots were, she showed
me how to stroke the hood of my clit, and I felt myself get wet, and
then I came. It was wonderful..."
Mark cleared his throat. "God, I'd have loved to see it..." He smiled
wishfully. "Yeah, I can see it now... Wow." Cindy looked at his groin
and smiled happily. "Yep... you get the picture."
She moved her hand slowly across his belly, down to where his penis
stood, hard and erect, nodding with the pulse of his blood. "Well, it
was bound to happen..." she said drily. Mark sighed as she took his
hot shaft in the palm of her hand. "It can be cured, you know", he
said. Cindy squeezed gently. A clear drop appeared, and she rubbed
her thumb in it, spreading the slippery precum over  the tip of him.
"I think I know a way", she whispered,
and she kissed him, long and intense. She lifted one leg and moved
over to straddle him, and he put his arms around her. She put the
head of his penis between her thighs, stroking it with the curls of
her pubic hair. She came down slightly to rub his head gently along
the moist folds of her nether lips, then across the small hard button
at the top of her slit.
He pushed himself up slightly and the tip of him slipped between her
labia, her moist warmth caressing him. She came down on him slowly,
gently. They both savoured that magnificent sensation of his hardness
sliding into her moist, soft flesh, the hot center of their
connection a pulsing source of pleasure. Cindy sighed as she felt him
throb deep inside her, her thighs strong and wet around his hips as
she started to move.
She rode him with short, hard strokes, her hands on his shoulders.
She rocked back and forth, pushing herself down around him, grinding
her groin into his. Her full breasts bounced, and Mark cupped them in
his hands, her nipples hard in his palms.
Her breath came faster now, her movements more urgent. Her face was a
study of extatic pleasure. "Yes, yes, yessss...." she moaned, as the
thrust down her pelvis to impale herself on him once more, and he
felt how her inner muscles started to contract, squeezing him like a
vise. Cindy let out a low grunt, her thighs clamped around his hips.
Mark was impressed with the violence of her orgasm.
When it was over, the sank down on him, her head on his shoulder. He
put his arms around her and waited until her breathing had become
more regular, his erection still deep inside her.
After a few minutes she looked up again, and smiled. "God, that was
good", she whispered. Mark took her head between his hands and kissed
her. He found that he could not help comparing her to Laura. She was
so different, yet so wonderful. He savoured the taste of her tongue
against his, the inside of her mouth, the round softness of her heavy
breasts against him.
Slowly she began to move again, gently this time, stroking his
hardness with her soft flesh. He moved with her, lifting his hips to
meet her. She smiled lazily, her hand stroking his hair. "Feels
great", she whispered. Mark nodded, lost in the wonderful senstation
of her warm, slippery core caressing the head of his penis. Pleasure
started to throb in his loins. He moaned softly.
Cindy looked happy. "You like this, don't you?" she asked. Mark
sighed. "God, you're wonderful..." He stroked her back, let his hands
explore the soft, round curves of her waist, her hips, her buttocks.
She was a warm, fragrant bundle in his arms.
"Mark?" "Hmmm...?" "I know I shouldn't ask, but I can't help..."
"What?" He looked up, into her dark eyes. "Hey, it's alright", he
said, and he kissed the tip of her nose. "Ask me anything, ok?" Cindy
smiled. "It's stupid really... but... well, I mean... You've made
love with Laura, and now you're making love with me. But..."
Mark smiled. "You mean how do you measure up?" She looked solemn,
nodded. Mark put his arms around her and hugged her. She stopped
moving. "Are you really worrying about that?" He shook his head.
"Well, I can't help comparing myself, I'll admit... But I don't
really think I can compare the two of you. You're so different." She
smiled wanly. "You mean I'm plump." Mark laughed. "Hell, no! You feel
different, you smell different, you taste different... You're just
right. Laura's got more muscle. You've got exactly the right amount
of padding in just the right places. Like here, and here..." He
started to move his hands over her body again, stroking her buttocks,
her hips, and up again along her waist. "Wait... let's roll over, and
I'll show you, ok?" 
Holding her close, he pushed himself up, and managed to roll her on
her back without slipping out of her. She hooked her legs around his
hips to keep him inside. He felt the tip of his penis swell as if it
was about to burst. He concentrated on suppressing the wonderful
feeling until he was in control of himself again.
"Look..." Her breasts filled his hands. "Laura's leaner, stronger.
You're more... well, cuddly." She giggled. "You really think so?"
"Hmm hmm. You look as if I could bounce you up and down..." He moved
his hands around in circles, her nipples hard in his palms. Cindy
gasped. "Oh... show me more, would you? Yes..." Mark moved one of his
hands between the two of them, put it on her belly. "Like this", he
said. "Softer than a pillow..." He pushed himself up slightly, one
elbow on the bed, and moved down his hand into her wet pubic hair. He
felt his own penis, felt where it entered her, the hot wetness of
their excitement. "You just feel great..." He could hold out no
longer. He started to move again, slowly, moving his hands up to her
breasts again. He started to speak, but he put his fingers over her
lips. "Ssshh..." She smiled happily and closed her eyes.
Her breath came faster now, her hips moving to meet his thrust. He
took her nipples between thumb and forefinger and rolled them,
feeling the sensitive hardness. Cindy moaned. "Yes, go on, yes..."
She was almost panting now.
Then he gently pinched her nipples, and Cindy screamed. Her thighs
locked around his hips, her back arched to lift them both off the
bed, and her inner muscles gripped his shaft. His pleasure rose as
her spasms squeezed him, her velvet flesh squeezing him, once,
twice... He almost came, but when he was hoovering on the brink, he
managed to control it. Barely. His balls started to throb. It
wouldn't be long now.
"Did you...?" she asked when she opened her eyes. "Come? Not yet." He
smiled. "Tell me... what's it like, for you? What did you feel when
you came?" "Eehhmmm... let me see. It starts in my belly, I guess, as
a kind of tension. Then you took my nipples, and... no, I can't
describe it... it's wonderful." She moved against him, her warm flesh
caressing his hardness. He gasped. "Are you almost there?" she asked.
Mark nodded, concentrating on the pleasure in his groin, pooling
outwards now. "It's a great feeling, starting in my nipples, my clit,
and then moving outwards... He felt how the tip of him swelled,
electrified, throbbing with pleasure. "Then it spreads through my
whole body, and I start to spasm..." "Uhhh....." he moaned, thrusting
himself into her for the last time, as deep as he could, Cindy
pulling him inside her, the flower of her sex opening before him to
take him in, and he exploded, his balls cramping with the intensity
of it. He saw stars, his whole world a pool of pleasure. Then he
ejaculated, shot his semen into her with a power he'd never felt
before, filling her with fireworks, until he had no more. Coherent
thinking stopped.
Much later, he looked up, into her smiling face. "Wow", she said.
"Are you allright?" He nodded. "Sure. Thanks..." He was completely
exhausted. "So how was it for you?" she asked curiously. Mark smiled
wanly. "It's almost falling off, if that's what you mean." He noticed
that he had slipped out of her, his penis almost numb for the moment.
"It's like an explosion", he said. "Feels like I'm pissing stars.
You're right, I can't really describe it. But I'm completely bushed."
He hugged her close, her warmth against him. She sighed. "Me too",
she whispered. "Why does the second orgasm take you longer?" "I'm not
sure", Mark said. "But the longer it takes, the more intense it gets,
and this sure was a big one..." Then they just held each other, and
when he looked at her face again, she was asleep, her head against
his shoulder. 

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