2 comments/ 54902 views/ 1 favorites Kisses for Kelly By: Master Jim Kelly was different – she liked to be kissed. She liked to feel loved, not just feel fucked. Fucked by whomever, however, which way didn't matter so much, as long as she made the contact. And she liked her cock, her "boy clit." She had always touched herself there when she dressed up, touched herself all over, even when she was younger. She wanted to look sexy and feel desirable, and she wanted to feel hands all over her, touching her, caressing her, letting her know how gorgeous she looked. Her cock would begin to stiffen, and the touch of silk or lace or satin or leather on a sensitive cock would feed the flame and make that cock feel even better and even harder and it would rub on the silk and lace and satin and leather and she could almost feel hands, hands moving over body, over her cock and balls, over her sexy ass, over her thighs, over her shoulders and down to her fingertips. She looked so hot, she thought, as she admired herself in the mirror. I just know men will want to touch me and kiss me and fuck me and kiss me... Kelly was different from the others, the cross-dressers. They had just wanted to be fucked. Fucked in the mouth, fucked in the ass, fucked in the mouth again..... When Master Jim was finished, they had no desire to be kissed by him. After all, they weren't in love – far from it – they had just been forced, yes, FORCED, into dressing up like a slutty whore and it was all oh so humiliating and he forced me to commit all sorts of awful sex acts, servicing him as if I were a woman! (Please, sir, may I have some more?) But Kelly was different – and Master Jim began to understand. Every tiger is tamed in a different way, because every tiger is different. He would have to get inside her head in order to really get inside her pants. Seducing her with words would only take him so far. Shit, she wasn't looking for a penpal. She needed contact. She needed to feel like she was being felt, not just read or heard or seen. And so when they got inside her place and closed the door that night, Master Jim hesitated only a moment to look into her eyes, linger for one deep breath, then he reached out and embraced her. He embraced her the way a man embraces a woman, with one arm behind her neck and the other around her waist. Around her waist tight, then moving, drifting east, west, south. And he kissed her. He kissed her softly, then kissed her again a bit longer then again deeper and again and her kissed her with his tongue and then her tongue kissed his and they kissed again. He kissed her the way a man kisses a woman, and she kissed him the way a woman kisses a man, and what the hell she felt like a woman and what the hell he's a man and oh god it feels good to be held and oh god I'm starting to feel horny and oh god I can feel he's getting horny and I'm getting wet and drippy and ..... She didn't know what to do. The slutty part of her thought about dropping to her knees right then and there and ripping his pants off and attacking his stiffening bone like a famished bitch dog. But another part of her, the woman part or girl part or something, liked this kissing, wanted to kiss some more, more kisses, mmm, another kiss, oh sweetie, kiss me sweetie, oh kisses, oh...A man is holding me, she thought. Her heart was pounding, she thought it would jump out of her beautiful sexy bra and jump right out of her beautiful feminine body. She felt again that feeling that oh wouldn't it be wonderful if I really did have big tits like a woman, nice big sweet titties with nipples that would get huge and hard and jut out of my beautiful sexy bra and jut out of my beautiful feminine body and I could rub my nipples and rub my tits against a man, a man, I could turn him on and he would want to suck my tits and fuck me and suck my nipples and fuck me...Her own cock was stiffening now. He knew the moment was right. He pushed her down, firmly but gently, pushed her down to the floor. He pulled off his boots and sox and she got his belt and got his pants off real quick, all the while grabbing a kiss here and a rub there. He laid her down on the floor on her back, reached over and grabbed a couple of pillows off the couch. One he tossed by her head, the other he stuffed under her backside, which he deftly lifted. Now to hike up that sexy little skirt. Oh, this was such a fun part! To see this gorgeous slut laying on the floor in front of him in the dim light, legs apart, ready to give it up, ready to take it in the ass for him, beautiful long legs spread apart, with beautiful sexy black stockings and those sexy fuckin' come-fuck-me-pumps that never fail to transform, to create female allure. And now, to get that skirt up over those black thong panties and that black garter belt up to that slender waist and now to pull those panties down and oh yes she's looking right at me with wide eyes saying yes, I like to wear sexy panties and please sir take my sexy panties off and please sir I know I'm just a sissy slut but please sir fuck me anyways please fuck me in the ass and I will fuck you so good and I will let you fuck me in the ass and fuck me in the mouth.... He would grow to love that look. And yes, he would fuck her, yes she had a cock and balls but so what, they were kinda sexy looking all shaved and smooth, different, almost feminine, but getting quite firm and balls starting to twitch like mine she knows how it feels and so do I when cock and balls start to feel good and we both know and understand. And yes he grabs her by the ankles and spreads her apart wide and bends her legs forward enough and he can see her darling puckered asshole which he is going to fuck and which is fun to fuck and it feels good and tight like fucking a woman's ass and it is like a woman's all smooth and cute and it is a woman's ass, my woman's, my special woman's. He reaches into his shirt pocket and whips out a packet of lube, thinking himself a real Boy Scout, "be prepared" and all, but before he can rip it open she scooches up a bit, reaches over to the end table and produces a tube of lube herself and she's grinning and before he knows it she's already reached up the leg of his briefs and is already massaging his cock head and stroking his cock and getting it nice and greasy and nice and hard and oh yeah, baby, you're making me so hard and geez she knows just how stroke it and oh she is fuckin' gonna jack me off right here if I don't stop this now.... Master Jim pulled back and caught his breath. He lowered his briefs enough to whip his cock out over the top of the elastic band, grabbed her ankles again, and took aim. "Now reach down here and guide it in, Kelly baby. Guide it into your ass for me." She reached under herself and spread her ass cheeks apart, like a slut, like a woman taking it in the ass from a man. With her right hand she could just reach his cock, already nestled up against her opening, already brushing against it with ominous intent. Now, now they were going to fuck, now he would penetrate her. A lunge and in, in, in, in. Oh baby, that was good! He paused to let her rectum adjust to the intruder, and then began to make his midnight creep. Back and forth, back and forth a little, a little more, and deeper , ah yes... He looked into her eyes. She was loving it, and he was loving it. They rocked back and forth, eyes barely open, open just enough so he could burn her lovely image into his brain, open just enough so she could see the face of the man who was fucking her like a woman, she could see his lust, his eyes, his nose, his moustache, she could hear him breathing heavy, she could feel him press against her, she could feel his weight pinning her down, most of all she could feel his long cock penetrating her ass, she could feel a real man cock in her ass. It had been so long since she had felt that... He began to rock harder, to grind into her more. It felt sooo good. They fell into a trance-like state of rhythmic rocking, grinding, rocking, grinding. He want to do so much to her. He wanted to fuck her this way, and he wanted to fuck her doggy style, and he wanted to pile drive her, and he wanted to fuck her sexy mouth. And he wanted to fuck her forever and ever, he never wanted to stop fucking her. And she never wanted to stop being fucked, being fucked by him this way and sideways and every way by this man. But then the inevitable began, more inevitable than death and taxes and mightier than both combined. She could tell, from the feel of his cock swelling even more than it was already, from his breathing, from his pace, from the look on his face, the look of absolute bliss and oblivion and desire and loss of control and ... "OH! OH! KELLY! OOOHHHH!!" He pressed down on her and buried his cock into her body and his face against her neck His mind exploded in colors and images of flesh and hair and eyes and lips and her rectum throbbed and pulsed in unison with his manhood and she began to feel her own orgasm as his orgasm raged inside her and then she felt her balls tingle and she reached down and grabbed her own cock and squeezed and stroked and ... "OH! OH! JIM! OH, MASTER JIM! OOOHHHH!!" She felt herself spinning into some vortex of interstellar fuck-pleasure. She was blacking out, with a simultaneous super-nova in her head and a bottle rocket exploding in her ass. She closed her eyes and just held on to him. Eventually, they woke up. Time to get up, clean up, go back to reality, back to their normal, straight lives. But that was OK, nothing could take away their shared pleasure, their memories, their "true heritage." She looked up into his eyes and smiled shyly. Then she rolled over and took something off the end table again. "I got you a key, Master." Kisses For Kelly It was his habit to buy a lottery scratch ticket whenever he was in the Jewel store. The machine was conveniently located just after the checkout counters. His regular purchase was a $5 Bingo card. As with all lottery tickets, it contained a four digit number that confirmed the amount of the win. In theory, one could simply uncover this code and have the agent verify whether or not the card was a winner but that wasn't any fun. The actual scratching of the numbers as in a bingo game provided the fun. On this particular day, he was riding his bicycle when he stopped at the store and bought his ticket. Now he was seated at the pergola near a small lake just down the road from the store. He scratched his ticket at one of the wooden picnic tables and was staring at the ticket for a long time. He finally realized he had actually won $100,000. He folded the card and slipped it into his pocket, then mounted his bike for the short ride to a local gas station that also sold lottery tickets. The gas station had a machine which could verify his winning immediately. After verification, he would have to mail the ticket to the Lottery headquarters and wait for his check, minus taxes of course. The ticket machine verified his win and he went directly to the post office next door to send the ticket by Registered mail. That done, he went back home and called his daughter to tell her his good news. That was on Saturday. Today was Tuesday and he was standing at the counter at the local bowling alley. He had signed up for a summer league for twelve weeks and was eager to meet his teammate. It was to be a fun league, with 9 pins hits counting as strikes and only two to a team. The manager, Carla, had arranged the teams. "Hi, Pete, how are you?" "Great, Carla, how are things with you?" "Not bad. We have twenty teams for the summer league. You and your teammate are on Lane 15. Her name is Kelly Morgan and she should be here shortly. I'll bring her over when I see her." "Thanks, I'll go get set up." Pete walked to Lane 15 grinning and shaking his head. He had worked with Carla some years ago and they had become good friends. He was really curious to see what she had set up for him with this Kelly person. After placing his ball in the ball return, he sat down and put on his bowling shoes. Just as he finished, he heard Carla's voice call his name. "Pete, this is Kelly Morgan, your teammate. Kelly, this is Pete Peterson. He looks gruff but he's really a teddy bear." As Pete stood up, his eyes traveled up a pair of legs clad in jeans, slim hips with a curve at the waist, almost no discernable tits under the loose fitting shirt, and the brightest smile he had ever seen. Above the smile were a pair of deep green eyes that almost seemed like pools of still water. The whole person was topped off by a mop of gorgeous red hair. For a moment, he forgot how to breathe. "Hi, Kelly, pleased to meet you." "Hi, Pete, same here." "Make yourself at home, Kelly, it's will soon be us against the world. Thanks, Carla, see you later." The lanes came on for practice and they each threw several practice balls, then the competition began. Pete was impressed with the way Kelly handled the ball and couldn't take his eyes off her ass as she strutted down the lane. During the course of the three games, they exchanged personal information and seemed to be getting along nicely. When the bowling was over, Pete put his ball and shoes into his bag and hoisted it over his shoulder. "Are you leaving, Pete?" "No. I have a locker near the back door. I'm just putting my stuff away. There is room in my locker for another bag, if you'd like to store your things there. It will save you hauling them up here every week." "Sure, that sounds good. I'll be with you in a minute." Kelly finished putting her shoes in her bag, closed it and lifted it to her shoulder, then turned to Pete with that winning smile. "Lead on, Pete. We don't want to miss the awards presentation, do we?" "Certainly not. We're going to the back door then left just before you leave the building. There's a small locker room there. I'll show you the combination to my locker so you can retrieve your ball even if I'm not here." "Are you going somewhere, Pete?" "Just for a week. I have a vacation planned for Las Vegas in a couple of weeks. I'm visiting old friends and seeing my daughter while I'm out there." "Sounds nice. I've never been to Las Vegas. Maybe someday." "Here we are, Locker 161. I know the dial is a little high for you but it was the only one available when I rented it. Can you see the numbers on the dial?" "Yes, if I go up on my toes." "Ok, the combination is 20-40-32, just like an old high school locker. Right-left-right. Stand here in front of me and I'll show you." When Kelly stood in front of Pete, her ass rubbed lightly against his already hardening cock. Pete leaned a little backward but she pushed her ass back to regain contact. "Spin the dial a few times. Then right to 20, slowly back to the left past 20 and stop at 40, then come back to the right to roughly 32. The combination is a little worn but you'll feel the door pop open into your hand when you get to 32. There, feel it?" "Yes, it almost jumped open at me." "Right. If it doesn't, it just means you missed one of the other numbers and you have to spin the dial and start over again. Watch you head as the door swings out." Kelly moved her head back into his shoulder and pressed her body back into his at the same time. Pete caught the door with his left hand and found himself cradling her head. She turned her head to the right and their lips met in a slow, warm kiss. Pete let his right hand rest on her waist as she wrapped her arms around him. When the kiss ended, Kelly dropped her forehead to his shoulder and he was sure he could feel her shudder. He gently wrapped his arms around her and held her for a moment, then lightly pushed her away to reach down for his bag. Hefting it past her, he pushed it to the back of his locker, then retrieved her bag and placed it in the front. Making sure her head was out of the way he closed the door of the locker and spun the dial. Neither of them said anything as he clasped her hand and began to lead her back to the bar where the awards were being given out. Kelly came along meekly, matching his stride as they walked down the aisle towards the bar. Inside the bar, they found all the seats already taken by the other bowlers. Pete lead her to the wall nearest the bar itself. He leaned back, supporting himself against the bar and pulled her to stand in front of him. She leaned back into him and wrapped his arm around her waist, placing her hand on top of his. She sighed audibly as she sunk into his embrace. In moments, Carla came into the bar with a handful of envelopes. She rapped on the bar to get attention, and then began handing out the awards. Each award was a $5 bill in an envelope, with awards going to Low Game, Low Series, High Game, and High Series separately for men and women. She started with the women's awards first. The first two awards were announced attended by applause to make the recipients feel good. When Kelly's name was called for Women's High Game award, she squealed and spun in Pete's arms, planted a wet, sloppy kiss on his mouth before moving forward to accept her award. Pete couldn't have been more pleased with her reaction and obvious show of emotion. The final award, for Men's High Series, went to Pete and once again, Kelly squealed her delight and planted a wet, sloppy kiss on his mouth before allowing him to accept his award. The meeting broke up shortly after with promises to do better next week. Pete and Kelly were almost the last to leave. As they left the bar, Pete felt Kelly squeeze his hand a little tighter. He stopped just outside the bar door and pulled her to him. "So, where are you parked?" "I'm in front, where are you parked?" "I didn't drive here, I walked. Do you want to take your ball home or leave it in my locker until next week?" "Can I just leave it here? I don't bowl anywhere else." "Sure, no problem. Shall we go find your car, then?" "Can I offer you a ride home?" "Yes, of course. I'll be happy to honor your offer. You realize that from now on it will be honor and offer and honor and offer." Kelly stopped with her hands on her hips and a mock stern look on her face. "Pete Peterson, do you really think I'm that easy?" "Kelly, that joke is probably older than you are. And yes, judging by the number and kind of kisses I've already received from you, I think you probably are that easy." He leaned forward and quickly kissed her on the mouth. "I know, Pete, I heard that joke at one of my parent's parties years ago. And yes, I am that easy but only because you're such a good kisser. Otherwise, I'd have been gone before we got our awards." She stepped up and kissed him lightly in return, then took his hand and began to lead him out the door. He followed without protest but with a huge grin on his face. She led them across the parking lot to a Volkswagen Beetle. It was a fairly new model but it still retained the Bug shape. Kelly extracted a key from her pocket and indicated that he should go around to the passenger door. The seating was comfortable but a bit cramped for him although it fit her perfectly. She started the engine, then deftly maneuvered the little car out of the parking lot and onto the adjoining street. Pete directed her to his apartment building. Kelly parked in the lot and shut off the engine. They turned to each other and immediately embraced, kissing passionately. Kelly leaned slightly backward, pulling Pete with her. His hands began to roam her body and she moaned in response. Finally, she broke the kiss, breathing heavily. "This is never going to work, Pete, my car is just too small." "You've got that right. It's late anyway and I have an early day tomorrow. Rain check?" "Absolutely, but not in the car. My apartment is only two blocks north of here and unlike you, I don't have a roommate. When I'm home, I always park at the front door of my building so if you're going by and you see my car, I'm home. Since I've been laid off, I'm home a lot of the time these days." "I'll remember that, Kelly. If I remember my schedule correctly, I'll most likely be by on Thursday morning, if that's ok." "Thursday would be great, Pete. See you then." They kissed and caressed for a while longer, then Pete finally got out of the little car and walked into his apartment building. Kelly watched him go, frustrated by this turn of events, but smiling sweetly as he entered the building. On Thursday morning, Pete rode his bicycle up the street past Kelly's apartment building. He looked carefully but didn't see her little VW in the lot. With a shrug of his shoulders, he continued down the road about a mile to the local McDonald's. He parked his bike next to the window and walked inside, ordered a coffee, then sat at the table just inside the window where his bike was parked. He took off his Cubs hat and placed it on the table in front of him. A moment later, he spotted a VW similar to Kelly's pulling into the lot. As he watched, she parked the car and came into the restaurant, heading directly for his table. She leaned over and gave him a quick kiss, then sat in the chair across from him. "Good morning, Pete." "Good morning, Kelly. I just rode past your place but I didn't see your car." "I know. I was visiting my girlfriend and saw you ride by. My car was parked behind the building because all the front spaces were taken when I got home yesterday. Sorry." "That's ok. So what are you up to today?" "I was going to ask you the same question. If I remember correctly, we were going to do something together today." "Right. So what would you like to do?" "I don't have anything special in mind. Maybe we could just talk and get to know each other better. I think we rushed things a little the other day, don't you?" "Actually, yes. I didn't expect to get the warm reaction I got but I figured we were just ahead of the game. Should we talk here or at your place?" "Let's go back to my place. That way we can say what we like without being overheard by strangers. I'll head home now and tidy up a bit. You can ride back when you've finished your coffee. No rush, ok?" "Sounds good to me. I'll see you shortly." Kelly stood up and leaned over to kiss him again. "I'm sorry." She said. "That's getting to be a habit." "Please don't apologize, I rather like that habit." Kelly picked up his Cubs hat and plopped it on her head. She sashayed her way out of the restaurant, across the parking lot, and got into her car. In a moment, she backed out of the parking space and whizzed away, going behind the building out of his sight. Pete sat quietly for awhile reviewing recent events. He was very comfortable with Kelly. While it was true that they didn't know a great deal about each other, that fact alone lent an air of mystery to their budding relationship. He was rather pleased with her quick kisses. Her most endearing feature, he thought, was the lively way she reacted to events. He recalled her squeals at the awards presentation the other day and the brilliant smile that spread across her face and lit up her eyes. It was a kind of jubilation that had so far been missing from his life. He finished his coffee and walked outside to mount his bike. In five minutes, he was parking near her front door. The door opened almost before he knocked and Kelly was in his arms in an instant, locking her arms around his neck and raising her feet off the ground as he grabbed her in his arms. She hugged him tightly, then moved her head back just a bit and kissed him soundly on the mouth. "Now that's what I call a greeting. Thank you." "You're welcome. Please come in and make yourself at home." Pete stepped forward, carrying Kelly with him. As he did so, she reached out and pushed the door closed. When he heard it click in place, he put her down and turned to lock the door. "Making me a prisoner in my own home?" "Just keeping the outside world at bay. Even if someone knocks, we'll have the option to ignore them." She grinned broadly and took his hand. "Come on, I'll give you the nickel tour." She walked him through her small apartment - Kitchen, living room, bathroom, storage closet, and finally, her bedroom. He liked the little decorative touches that she had added and he told her so. His comments were rewarded with that brilliant smile and a squeeze of his hand. She led him back to the living room and steered him to the couch. When he sat on one end, she tucked her feet under her and sat next to him, not quite snuggling but not far away. For the next hour or so, they traded tidbits about their lives. They laughed a lot and began touching each other in the exchanges. Finally, she leaned over and wrapped her arms around his neck. She put her face in front of his, nose to nose, then whispered to him. "Pete, I want you right now. Please." Pete wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, kissing her lightly with his tongue just brushing her lips. Kelly responded by pushing her tongue into he partly opened mouth and pressing herself against him. They kissed passionately for some time, moving around on the couch until she was finally beneath him. Although she had her legs wrapped around him, Pete was in danger of falling off the narrow couch. Kelly whispered to him that there was more room on her bed. Pete stopped kissing her and stood up, helping her to rise in the process. She took his hand and led him down the short hallway to her bedroom. Once there, they began to undress each other. Pete started kissing her while his hands went to the buttons of her blouse. As the buttons came undone, Kelly was pulling his shirt out of his pants and moving her hands on his bare torso. She stopped as he moved his hands up to her shoulders to remove her blouse. As the garment fell from her shoulders, his gaze went to her chest, grateful that she wasn't wearing a bra. Kelly had small tits with perky nipples. At this point, her nipples were standing out from her chest, rock hard and begging for attention. Pete held her by the waist and bent his head to her right breast. Taking it into his mouth, Kelly moaned loudly. "Oh, yes, baby, suck it, lick it, bite it. It's yours, baby, all yours." Pete licked and sucked her breast in earnest, then took the hard nipple between his teeth and bit down lightly. "Oh, yes, bite them. Like that, yes, yes, oh Pete." He repeated the procedure on her left breast, eliciting more moans and cries from the wiggling woman. Finally, he laid her back on the bed and began kissing her belly until he reached the top of her jeans. His hands immediately began to open her jeans and Kelly urged him on. "Oh, yes, Pete, take them off, please, I want you so bad. Oh hurry, baby, please, please, please." She lifted her hips off the bed to assist him in removing her jeans and her panties as well. As the garments cleared her feet, Kelly moved herself farther back on the bed until her head hit the pillow. She stopped then and watched as Pete quickly undressed himself. As his pants and underpants slid down his legs, his now hard cock came into view. "Oh, Pete, you're huge. I don't think I can handle that. My god, it's gorgeous. Oh baby, hurry please, I want you now." Pete crawled onto the bed and spread her legs even wider. He bent his head and began licking and biting her inner thighs. Kelly was beside herself, moaning and thrashing on the bed and Pete's lips crept closer and closer to her pulsating pussy. He adjusted his position by placing his hands under her ass cheeks, keeping her legs spread wide for him. He flicked out his tongue and licked her pussy lips and Kelly shuddered. "Yes, yes, oh, eat me, eat me now, please, yes." Pete licked her pussy from bottom to top and Kelly shrieked. He held her legs apart with his hands as he licked her pussy repeatedly, causing her to moan and writhe on the bed with each flick of his tongue. Finally, his tongue contacted her clit, which was standing up hard and completely exposed to his mouth. After the first lick and Kelly's loud moan, Pete captured her clit with his teeth and bit down lightly. Kelly exploded, arching her back completely off the bed. As her orgasm overtook her, she slammed her legs together to add to the pressure she so desperately wanted, trapping his head between her thighs. She held this elevated position for several moments before exhaling a huge breath and dropping back to the bed. As she did so, she released his head, allowing him to release her clit and kiss it gently. Pete then began to kiss his way up her torso, noting along the way the slight sheen of perspiration on her belly. He reached her breasts just as his cock touched the entrance to her hot, wet pussy. He positioned his cock so that it slid through her pussy lips, getting wet in preparation for entering her but also teasing her as he slid through her pussy lips and across her distended clit. Kelly shuddered and wrapped her arms around his shoulders at the same time as she wrapped her legs around his waist. "Fuck me, Pete, please, I can't take any more teasing, I need you inside me, please, Pete, please, give it to me." Pete moved his hips back and positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy, then began to push forward. As the head of his cock popped into her pussy, Kelly thrust her hips forward in an attempt to capture him fully. "Oh, God, Pete, you're splitting me. Oh, it hurts, it's filling me, oh, it hurts so good, oh Pete, fuck me." Jointly, they completed their union. Pete pushed his hips forward to press his hard cock deep into her hot, wet vagina while Kelly pressed her hips upward to receive him and pull him as deeply as possible inside of her. When his balls slapped her ass, Pete covered her breast with his mouth. Kelly gripped his shoulders with her hands and tightened her legs around his waist. As they began to move against each other, they quickly developed a rhythm allowing Kelly to rake his back with her nails with each insertion of his hard cock into her distended pussy. Kisses For Kelly Pete's mouth left her breast and found her mouth as they increased their thrusts into each other. Almost as a mirror of their fucking action, Kelly's tongue was forcing its way into Pete's mouth until she could only feel his cock and he could only feel her tongue. The rest of the world disappeared as they approached their mutual climax. As if on signal, Kelly released her hot juices, bathing his cock, forcing his juices to stream from his cock and blast onto the back wall of her vagina. They both stiffened, mouths open, eyes closed, every muscles in their bodies straining to reach the epitome of bliss. They were frozen in time for a few long seconds before finally blasting breathe from their bodies and collapsing back onto the bed. Pete bounced on Kelly as his weight dropped onto her thighs and belly. Kelly's breathe whooshed out of her as she pulled him down on top of her. Pete quickly raised himself onto his elbows to relieve the pressure on her chest but she held him tightly to her while she fought for breathe. As their breathing began to return to normal, Pete began kissing her face. He rained kissed on her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, her chin, and finally her mouth. As he kissed her, Kelly tasted something different and realized that his kisses were covered in her sweat. She opened her eyes and saw that he was sweating a little as well but she was mostly aware of the wetness that covered her body. She instantly began to push him away. Pete resisted and as he did so, she began to panic. No, she thought, she wasn't supposed to sweat. He'll be so offended by my sweat he'll never see me again. I have to get up and dry off. As these thought repeated themselves in her head, she fought harder to get him off her and get to the bathroom. Finally, Pete grabbed her wrists and pinned her to the bed with her arms over her head. "Kelly, what's wrong? Why are you pushing me away? What have I done? Talk to me, Kelly, what's going on?" "Just get off. I need to get up now. Get off me." She spoke these words through gritted teeth, almost as a threat. Pete was watching her face and saw that she seemed to be angry and was really serious about getting up. "Kelly, if I let you go and you don't tell me what's going on, our relationship is over. Is that what you want?" "Just get off me now! I mean it!" Pete let go of her wrists and rolled to the side, allowing her to scoot from the bed and race to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. He walked slowly to the bathroom door and tried to talk to her through the closed door. "Kelly, what's wrong? Talk to me, please. Something's happened and I don't understand. I need you to talk to me." The only sound he heard was her sobbing. She was obviously muffling it in a towel, he guessed, but she was definitely sobbing. Defeated, he began looking around for his clothes. As he began to dress, her heard her shower start and assumed that she was washing away the evidence of their lovemaking. He didn't understand and since she wouldn't talk to him, she left him no choice but to leave. He dressed quickly and walked out the door before her shower stopped. A few minutes later, Kelly came out of the bathroom dressed in only a towel. When she realized that he was gone, she was devastated. She threw herself on the bed and sobbed loudly for a long time. Finally exhausted, she slept for several hours before waking in mid-afternoon. As she lay there on the sheets soaked with their sweat, she slowly realized that his departure was her fault. She remembered that he had begged her to talk to him but in her panicked state, she only wanted to get away and get dry. The teasing she had endured as a youngster about her sweating and the outright nasty reactions of her ex-husband to her sweating had conditioned her to react defensively whenever she was caught sweating. The fact that Pete had not reacted badly to her sweating hadn't altered her reaction. She had to explain to him, if he would even listen to her after the way she treated him today. She had to apologize to him and beg him to give her a second chance. Maybe next time, she could handle her sweating without driving him away. Suddenly, she flew to her purse to find his business card. He had given her one at the bowling alley and she had just tossed it into her purse. After a few minutes of searching, she found it. With the card in her hands, she remembered what he had said at the time. The only way to be sure he would get a message was through email. He didn't always listen to his phone messages. She sat at her computer with the email opened in front of her. It took a long time to compose her message. She wasn't sure he would even read it. She apologized for her behavior and took full responsibility for her actions. She also promised to explain in more detail if he would only give her a chance. Finally, at 6 pm on Thursday, she pressed the send key and prayed. As luck would have it, Pete was scheduled at client sites on Friday and had a weekend engagement with his brother so he didn't see his email messages until Monday morning. He read and reread the message from Kelly, not trusting himself to absorb it all in one reading. In the end, he allowed himself a small smile. It wasn't him, after all, it was her. He finally replied to her message. His reply was short and to the point. I'll see you Tuesday at bowling. When Kelly got the message on Monday morning, her heart soared. He hadn't rejected her completely. He was willing to see her on Tuesday and she was sure she could explain her problem to him better in person than in an email. Now she just had to survive two more days. Kelly was nervous. She was standing in front of Pete's locker at the bowling alley and the league was scheduled to start in 10 minutes. She leaned back against the wall of lockers and prayed silently. Suddenly, Pete appeared at the entrance to the small room. He stepped in to the room and stopped when he saw her standing there. Against her better judgment, she leapt forward and jumped up to wrap her arms around his neck and hug him tightly, squealing his name at the same time. He was surprised by her quick movement but managed to wrap his arms around her as her body collided with his. She was kissing his neck and her feet were off the floor as he held her. In the next instant, her mouth found his and he returned her kiss. They both held the kiss for a long time. Finally, he loosened his grip on her and she put her feet down. "Oh, Pete, I'm so sorry. I messed up big time last Thursday. You were incredible. You did every thing right. It was my fault. Oh, Pete, please forgive me. Please give me another chance. I can explain, really I can. I love you." She looked into his eyes as she stopped talking and waited for him to respond. She almost stopped breathing as she waited. It seemed an eternity before he finally spoke. He almost whispered but she knew his words were serious. "If you ever run away from me again, there will be no going back. If we have a disagreement, about anything, you stay and fight it out until it is resolved. There will be no locked doors between us. Understand?" "Yes, darling. I understand." "This still isn't finished. We have a lot of talking to do but now is not the time. For now we can declare a truce, if you like, and we'll get back to this problem at a more convenient time, ok?" "Yes, ok. Thank you, darling, thank you so very much." She reached up to slip her arms around his neck and he bent his head to kiss her. This time, the kiss was warm and gentle, signifying that they were on the road to recovery. He whispered to her as the kiss ended. "Just for the record, Kelly, men sweat, women perspire."