The Bedtime Tales of Be287m

Friends and Benefits, Chapter Twenty-six

I awoke early.� Sherri and I had rolled apart in the night and somehow she�d ended up with all the covers.� I tugged at the edge of the blanket, but it was twisted around her and it looked like I�d have to wake her to get them straightened out.� Despite my recent assertiveness, that seemed like more than was called for.� I could always get another blanket out of the closet, after all.

I carefully slipped out of bed and made my way to the bathroom.� On the way back, I glanced at the clock.� It was seven in the morning; not as early as I�d thought.� I would have been getting up about now to cook, if Sherri hadn�t arrived early.

I quickly dismissed the idea of starting to cook anyway.� The banging would awaken her, and she needed the sleep.� Once again, I didn�t think she was telling me everything, but in this case I could let it slide.� Whatever else had happened with her client could remain between them.

But still� to have insisted when he knew.� True, he might not have known why she wouldn�t do incest fantasies, but even then�.

I snorted.� I could hardly condemn him, could I?� After all, Sharon had asked me not to push beyond photos, and hadn�t I done that?� Blatantly, when I yelled at her in the bedroom.� Subtly, before that.� I�d been selfish, extremely selfish.

Maybe the old man had been right.� Young people were always selfish.

I finished in the bathroom and slipped into my bedroom.� Sherri still slumbered in the living room, undisturbed by the noise I�d made so far.� I wanted to take a walk, but it was too cold, and besides, I didn�t want Sherri to wake up to an empty apartment.� Nonetheless, I slipped on some sweats, as quietly as I could.� Maybe I could read or get on the computer while I waited for her to stir.� Of course, that could be a while.� She�d certainly had a hectic night.

I mulled over her story as I settled into my chair in front of my computer.� Her client had certainly screwed up, and I suspected that, because he was just a client, he was through.� If he�d been a friend or a lover, Sherri might be more willing to forgive him.� If he was truly remorseful.

At least I hoped so, for it gave me hope for my own situation.� If I truly apologized to Tina and Sharon, maybe things would be okay.� Maybe.

But I couldn�t count on it, and I�d probably only get one shot.� I sighed.� It looked like another exercise in picking my words carefully.� Maybe this time, I could do it for the right reasons.

I started thinking about what the right words might be, and then I realized that I�d better write them down.� I�d probably get too nervous and start fumbling if I tried to do them in person or over the phone.� Not that either woman would talk to me on the phone anyway.

And if I was going to write them down, I should probably have someone read them over first.� I snorted, thinking of Sherri in the next room.� Wasn�t that one of the things I wanted from her?

I pushed away from the computer, pulled out some paper, and started writing.

An unknown time later, the sound of the toilet flushing disturbed me from my trance.� My brain was wrapped around a particularly challenging clause, so I decided to finish it before going to check on Sherri.� In the end, I didn�t have to, as she knocked quietly on the bedroom door just as I completed the first letter.

�Come in,� I called.

Sherri opened the door and stuck her head in.� �Everything okay?�

�I�m fine,� I said.� �I woke up early, and decided to work on my apology letters while you slept.�

�Oh.� Can I see?�

�I was hoping you would.�

I pushed back from the desk as she came in.� She was nude, which I was beginning to suspect was her normal state of dress.� I let my eyes linger as she approached, and leaned over my shoulder to read.� I blinked and my eyes followed hers.� Having been so wrapped up in choosing my words sentence by sentence, I wasn�t sure if it held together.� I decided to read along.

Dear Tina,

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�You�ve used the word �incredible� three times in the first two paragraphs,� Sherri said, �and you should cut the last sentence of the second paragraph.� It sounds too whiny.�

�Which one?� I said, leaning forward.

��Certainly you are more than I deserve now.�� That�s for her to decide.� Besides, if she is more than you deserve, why should she get back together with you?�

�Huh.� I see your point.�

�You also might try �get us through� rather than �get through things.�� It�s more poetic.�

I snorted softly.� �Poetry, Shakespeare, the Bible.� You are a constant surprise.�

She grinned.� �I try.�

�Well,� I said, �speaking of surprises, how hungry are you?�

�A little.� But not much.�

I nodded.� �I�d better get cooking before you do get hungry.�� I stood up.� �You�re welcome to hang out in the kitchen while I cook.�

She nodded and followed me into the other room.

�So when did you study Shakespeare?� I asked as I started getting out pans and mixing bowls and ingredients.

�In college,� she said.� �I had this great professor.�

�Really?� Me too.�

We swapped college stories while I whisked eggs and slowly melted butter for the asparagus and mushrooms.� Sherri�s eyes lit up when I retrieved the crabmeat from the fridge.

�That�s real crab?� she asked.

�Absolutely,� I said.� �Got to earn my counseling time.�

Sherri raised her eyebrows but didn�t say anything.

�Look,� I said, �I know that you spent all that time with me for free because you thought I was suicidal.� And I know you might not have come over here this morning if you hadn�t had to be out of your apartment anyway.�

She pursed her lips, her eyes amused.

�So,� I continued, �I figure that if you really like breakfast, you might come back again.�

�I might come back anyway.�

I raised my eyebrows, but didn�t have a chance to study her face because the pan on the stove needed my attention.

�Well, I have to admit I�m curious,� she said.� �About how things are going to come out.� It�s hard to not be, having listened this long.�

�I�m curious too.�� I scooped the asparagus out of the pan and started the eggs.� I wasn�t confident I�d be able to flip the omelet, but if some crab leaked out, it wouldn�t be a problem.� Meanwhile, I needed to get the bacon started�.

�Wait a minute,� I said, �you might come back even without me cooking?�

�Well, your cooking does help,� she said, her eyes twinkling.� �But it also makes me curious about the woman who taught you.�

�You�d like her,� I said.� �She�s got a good head on her shoulders.�

�I hope so.�

�So,� I said, as the bacon sizzled, �I can pay you by feeding you breakfast?�

�Mmm.� You can fix me breakfast,� she said, �but just when it�s convenient for me to come over.�

�Well, of course.� Although I hope I can ask from time to time.�

�You can, if you�re willing to accept �no� if I�m busy.� That�s the difference between being paid and doing it for free.� If it�s when I want, it�s a gift, but if it�s on demand, you�ll have to pay me.�

I nodded.� �I think I get it.�� I paused to flip the eggs, and marveled quietly that I succeeded in not scattering them across the stove.� �But then� how do I be assertive with you?� If we�re only getting together on your schedule?�

�We�ve always gotten together on my schedule.� If you want something, just ask.� If I�m not free when you want, call the agency.�

I nodded.� �Well, what I want right now is for you to take a seat at the table.�

�With pleasure.�

I plated the omelets, bacon, muffins, and added some sliced kiwi.� Sherri waited patiently while I quickly set the table and then joined her.

�Bon app�tit,� I said as I slid into my own chair.

Sherri smiled and then took a bite.� She almost glowed as she chewed.� After she�d swallowed, she dabbed the corners of her mouth.

�This is wonderful,� she said.� �I�m glad I accepted.�

�You�re welcome.�

�So,� she said, between bites, �you�ve written a letter for Tina.� Then what?�

�I send it,� I said.� �Then I wait.� It�ll be at least two weeks before I can expect a reply, but later wouldn�t surprise me either.�

�Assuming you get one at all.�

�Yeah.� Assuming I get one.�� I frowned.� I didn�t like that thought, but I had to accept that.

�And what about Sharon?�

I paused, chewing my food slowly while I thought.� �I�ll write her too.� I�m just not as sure what I�ll say.�

�What do you want to say?�

�I really don�t know,� I said with a frown.� �It�s not a case of figuring out the words, because I�m not even sure of what I want.�

�Did you make a list?�

�Not formally,� I said.� �I mean, I want our friendship back.� I want to be able to talk to her on the phone and hang out together.� I want to hear how her life is and I want to tell her about mine.� But I also want to, well, fuck really is the right word.� I�m too angry at her for it to be �making love� or anything like that.� I just want to bend her over and fuck her hard.�

Sherri�s eyes grew cold.

�Consensually,� I hastened to add.� �I don�t actually want to hurt her.� I�m just so� so�.�

�Angry?�

I nodded.� �And frustrated.�� I bit my lip.� �I mean, I know I�m not innocent, but she was the one that started the photos, and she was the one that blew me.� It�s not all my fault!�

�It�s okay to get mad,� Sherri said.� �I won�t mind.�

I stared at her.

�It�ll be good for you,� she said, before taking another sip of coffee.

I swallowed hard, and then realized she was right.� I�d bottled things up too long, and they�d finally blown at the worst possible moment: when Tina was in the other room.� Slowly I nodded.

�Well,� I said.� �I�m pissed that she tells me to move on, but stays hung up on Allen.� I�m pissed that she keeps saying she wants a �friends with benefits� like with that guy from Boston, but keeps blowing me off when I suggest it.� I�m pissed that she doesn�t apologize to me.� I�m pissed that it�s okay for her to get off on my stories, but it�s not okay for me to get off over her posing.�

I had to pause to catch me breath.� Sherri met my eyes, not flinching.� That stoked the fire even more.

�And her ideas on what was okay and what wasn�t.� She knew I was dating Tina last year, but bought me those books!� And then� and then she blames me, when she was the one who sucked my cock!� I didn�t make her.� I didn�t manipulate her.� She did it, and she blames me.�

I was hyperventilating, and on the edge of yelling.� Sherri�s lips were pursed into a small, knowing smile.� It was reassuring, almost approving.

�And, goddammit,� I continued, �she won�t talk to me.� She wants to pretend it never happened when it did.� And it does change things.�

�So what would you say to her, if she were here now?�

�I�d tell her that I�d fucked things up with Tina because of her.� I�d tell her that she should have dated me, despite everything that happened to her growing up.� Our friendship is just as damaged without us fucking as it would have been if we had.�

�Are you sure?�

I froze for a second, and started to think of all the factors that might influence that.� Then I caught myself.� Better to just tell Sherri what I felt than analyze it to death.

�No,� I said, �I�m not sure.� But in my gut� in my gut, I think we were already across that line.� Actually going all the way wouldn�t have made much difference to the friendship, even though it would have made a helluva difference to me.� And to Tina.�

Sherri raised an eyebrow.

��I think�and I�m figuring this out on the fly�I think Tina wouldn�t have minded if Sharon and I had had sex before Tina and I started dating, but since it was still unresolved�.� I sighed.� �I know we wouldn�t have had the blow up in the bedroom that night, at least.�

She nodded.� �So it sounds like you do know what you say to her.�

I snorted.� �Yeah, but it�s not polite.�

�Is it the truth?�

�Yeah.�

�Then you can find a way to make it polite.�

�Well, part of the truth is that I still want to fuck her.� I still want to bend her over and pound into her from behind.� I�m not sure a polite way to say that exists.�

Sherri grinned.� �Maybe not.�

�And that�s getting in the way,� I said.� �I�m not sure our friendship will survive if I say what really needs to be said, but I know I won�t get to have sex with her if I do.�

�So let go of wanting to have sex with her.�

I snorted.� �It�s not that easy.�

�Why not?�

�It�s just hard to get out my head.�

Sherri tilted her head and narrowed her eyes.

�It just is,� I said.� �I keep having fantasies about taking her from behind while she�s bent over the couch.� I know some of it is anger and some of it is the pent-up desire, but it�s there.�

Sherri bit her lip and then slowly nodded.

�The couch in the living room?�

�Yeah.�

She stood up, leaving her half-eaten breakfast to cool.� �C�mon,� she said, walking toward the living room.

A bit surprised, I pushed myself away from the table and followed.� When I arrived in the other room, Sherri was standing next to the couch, bent over with her hands on the arm.� Her pose thrust her naked ass out, stirring my appreciation.

�You want her bent over like this?� she asked, as she eased herself forward until her stomach was on the arm of the couch.

�Well, yeah.�

�So get a condom.�

�What?�� My chin almost hit the floor at the same time my cock hardened.

�Get a condom.� Pretend I�m Sharon.�� She turned to look at me and switched to a soprano semi-falsetto.� �Oh, Joe, I�m so� so turned on from posing for all those pictures.� I know I said we should just be friends, but� but right now� I just need you.�

I couldn�t help chuckling.

�Our names aren�t that far apart,� she said.� �Call me Sharon instead of Sherri.� Do to me what you want to do to her.� Get it out of your system.�� She wiggled her butt for emphasis.

I shook my head and rolled my eyes.� However, my cock throbbed.� I�d have to be a complete fool to overanalyze this.

�C�mon, Joe.� This offer closes in two minutes.�

I snorted.� I did want to fuck her.� �I�ll be back.�

I dashed to the bedroom and found my box of condoms.� I shed my sweats on the way back.� Sherri grinned when she saw me, through rather that was in appreciation of my speedy return or at the way my erection bounced as I moved across the room, I couldn�t say.� I halted behind her and stroked myself a couple of times to get myself harder before rolling the condom on.

�Oh, Joe,� Sherri said in her mock-falsetto, �I�ve gotten so turned on taking pictures, that I just can�t wait anymore.�

�Damn right,� I growled.� I lined my cock up with her slit and nestled the head just inside her lips.

�Ooh, I�m so glad we�re friends who can do this.�� Her voice, even with the false tone, wasn�t anywhere close to Sharon�s, but it didn�t matter.� The view was so similar�yet another woman with long dark hair in my life, I realized, that from behind I could get into it.

�Yeah, we�re friends, all right,� I said.� �Friends with real benefits.�

I pushed forward and buried my cock inside her.� Sherri let out a slow gasp and then clamped down on my shaft, causing me to gasp in return.

�Take me, Joe.�

�I�ll take you,� I said gruffly.� I held her hips as I pulled out, until I almost slipped out of her entirely, and then I slammed back in.� Sherri�s body shook under the force.

�Harder,� she said.

With a grunt, I plunged into her again.

�Harder!�

I pulled back and thrust again.� I started pounding into her, as fast as I could manage without slipping out.� I actually did pull too far back once, but Sherri helped guide me back in.� The whole time, she cried either �harder� or �fuck me!�.

I closed my eyes.� Oh, I wanted to do this to Sharon, to have her bent over and be fucking her like this.� No more teasing. No more guessing and wondering.� Just raw and primal.

�Fuck me, Joe!�

My mind flashed to the images of Sharon, turned away posing for photos, her ass thrust out.� Sherri clamped down again on my cock, increasing the friction then too.� A panopoly of images of Sharon flashed through my mind as the pressure in my balls built up.� Her under the shower.� Her in her garter belt.� Her with my cock in her mouth.

With a groan, I exploded.� Bolts of pleasure shot through my body, and I let out a long moan.� My cock kept spurting, far more than I was used to, with Sherri seeming to milk every drop out of me.� Then my legs went rubbery, and I sagged, trying not to collapse.� It was a losing battle and I slowly sank onto the carpet, still gasping for breath.

Sherri turned and slid onto the floor next to me.� �Feel better?� she asked.

I nodded, not quite ready for words.� When I could breathe again, I pointed to the condom, now started to slide off my shrinking penis.� �Let me go clean this up.�

Sherri smirked but didn�t say anything.� I lurched to my feet and stumbled to the bathroom, where I disposed of the rubber and washed myself off.

As I finished up, I glanced in the mirror.� I still looked wild-eyed.� Had I really just done that?� Fucked a women violently, out of anger?

A little more unsettled, I returned to the living room.� Sherri had pulled herself up onto the couch, sitting against the far arm.� She smiled at me.

�So, did that help?� she asked.

I sank onto the cushions next to her.� �I� I don�t know.� It was pretty incredible.� And a little surreal.�� I met her eyes.

�That�s not me,� I said.

�It was you.� I was there.� I felt you.�

I chuckled.� �I mean, I don�t get angry like that.� Particularly not around other people.�

�Why not?� I didn�t mind.�

I shook my head.� �I don�t think sex should be done in anger like that.�

Sherri frowned.� �You have the Kama Sutra,� she said.� �Did you read the sections about angry sex?� Scratching and biting?�

�I skimmed it,� I said.� �It didn�t make much sense to me.�

�Do you get it now?�

I slowly nodded.� �A little.� But I don�t think I�m ready to go out and start doing S&M.�

She chuckled.� �That�s not why we did it.� You said that it was hard to get the fantasy of doing that to Sharon out of your head.� Is it easier, now?�

�Well, it�s not entirely gone�.�

�But is it gone enough for you to think clearly?�

I paused, tilting my head.� �About Sharon?� We�ll see.� But it�s made my thinking about you cloudier.�

�How so?�

�Well, that was good, but it wasn�t what I imagined sex with you would be like.�

She grinned.� �What had you imagined?�

�Something slower, with a lot more foreplay.� Probably starting with another blowjob and then you teaching me how you like� well, for me to return the favor.

Sherri smirked.� �Is that what you want?�

�Well, yes.� I don�t know the best way to ask for it, but I do want another blowjob sometime.�

�Did you get all the condom lube washed off?�

�Yeah.�

�Good.�� She rolled off the couch and grabbed her purse.� She extracted something and then knelt before me.� Placing her arms across my thighs, she looked up at me, grinning.

�Do you want one �sometime� or now?�

I could feel the blood starting to flow back into my cock.� I couldn�t help chuckling.� �I think �now� would be just fine.�

�Good.�

Sherri took my shaft between in her fingers, holding me gently.� She closed her palms around my balls, cupping me gently.� It almost looked like her hands were clasped in prayer around my cock.� She caught my grin and smiled, running her tongue over her lips.

Then she slowly leaned in and kissed my stomach. �Light kisses at first, and then wetter and more passionate.� She trailed her tongue across to the top of one thigh and then to the other.� By the time she�d completed the journey, I was hard again, much to my surprise.

The surprises didn�t stop there.� Sherri seemed to ignore my erection, just continuing to kiss and lick.� This time, as she returned to the middle, she worked her way further up my torso.� She slid her hands out from between us and ran them up my sides and then to my nipples.� She played with them a little and then looked up at me, smirking.

�Not as much there as with a woman,� I said.

�No, but with a woman, I can�t do this.�

I chucked as she arched her back, letting me see that my cock was now nestled between her breasts.� They weren�t slick enough for me to slide back and forth, but the warmth felt great.� Sherri lightly stroked my arms and shoulders for a few minutes, letting me enjoy the view.

Then she kissed my belly button, almost making me giggle with the tickle.� I could see her grin even though she didn�t look up.� Then she swished her hair up, blocking my view.� One hand darted quickly out of sight below the couch and then back up.� I felt her lift my erection from my body, holding it gingerly between her hands.� Then I gasped.

She�d slid my cock into her mouth.

Sherri bobbed up and down a couple of times, her lips never quite leaving my cock and her tongue doing swirls I couldn�t adequately describe.� Then she pulled off completely and flipped her hair out of the way.� She gave me a satisfied grin.

I looked down and laughed.� Somewhere along the way, she�d slid a condom onto me and I�d never noticed.� Watching my eyes the entire time, she stuck out her tongue and slowly bent until it was just touching the tip of my cock.� She flicked it a couple of times, before licking me like an ice cream cone. I groaned, more for the visual than anything else.

Then Sherri slipped her lips around my cock once again.� She went slowly, and I watched her cheeks hollow as she sucked, but the snail�s pace just stretched the pleasure out until it was almost agonizing.� At one point she speeded up, causing me to start to pant.� But just as I started to feel the pressure, she pressed her hand hard below the base of my cock.

She continued this prolonged tease, sucking me slowly and then harder until I was on the edge of coming, followed by either pressing me hard in that region between my cock and asshole or by squeezing the base of my cock.

I gasped and moaned.� I couldn�t tell what she was doing any more�it all felt so good.� My cock seemed to throb with pressure.� I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth, but she continued to hold me at the edge of orgasm, trembling and almost shaking as the waves rolled through me.� I reached down, tentatively, feeling for her head.� She caught my hand and held it with her own.

This time there was no holding back.� Sherri sucked and licked faster and tighter.� She squeezed my hand as she did so and I sensed that she wasn�t going to stop me.� With a loud groan, I exploded, seeing stars behind my eyelids.� I shook as the pleasure ripped through my body and then sagged back into the cushions.� Still gasping for breath, I looked at Sherri through half-lidded eyes.� She shot me a satisfied smug look and slid the condom off.� By the time she�d returned from disposing of it, the afterglow had hit, if the radiation of the sun could really be called �glow.��

��God that was incredible,� I said as Sherri moved onto the couch next to me, finally able to speak.� �I should have gone to you for advice instead of Sharon.�

�On how to give a blowjob?�

I nodded.

�But you didn�t know me then.�

I sighed.� �True.�

�You know, though, Sharon wasn�t entirely off base.� It�s much easier to demonstrate than describe.�

I chuckled.� �I supposed that�s how you learned.�

Sherri�s smile was enigmatic and she didn�t say anything.� She leaned against me, cuddling in.

�Of course,� I said, �I really don�t know how good Sharon is.� I came so fast from the mere surprise�.�

�But you enjoyed it.� At least until that point.�

I grimaced.� �Yes and no.� I mean, I did, but it was had some elements� I mean, it was different�.� I paused.� I didn�t know how to describe it.

�You had more adrenaline in your system then.�

I turned and stared at her.� �Yeah, I did.� How�d you know?�

She ran a reassuring hand across my shoulder.� �You talked about your nervousness and fear leading up to that night.� That creates adrenaline, which is a powerful cocktail when mixed with lust.� It�s kind of like a speedball of heroin and cocaine.�

I snorted.� I didn�t like that imagery, but I didn�t know enough about those drugs to disagree.

�And just now,� she said, gesturing toward where she�d knelt a few minutes ago, �you didn�t have any fear.� You knew what was coming�in this case you,�� she smirked at her own pun,� �and didn�t have anything to be afraid of.�

�Huh.�� She was right.

�That�s not to say that sex can�t be incredible mixed with fear.� It�s just what was different.�

I feel silent and mulled that over for a while.� I didn�t think she was right about the fear.� There had been too much alcohol and the photos had gone too well for me to be feeling fear when the blowjob lesson started.� But the adrenaline observation felt right.� I�d certainly been hopped up on alcohol and anticipation that night.� Just how much had that been a part of my sex life?

I snorted.� That described my entire sexual relationship with Sharon.� No wonder that was such a strange relationship.� Except it also described the times at the Chi O steps and the Grand Canyon with Tina.� And even the angry sex I�d just had with Sherri.� I groaned.

�What?� Sherri asked.

�I feel really stupid right now.�

�Why?�

I shook it off.� �Just seeing some new things.� By the way, I don�t think it was fear that night.�

�You were nervous about Tina�s reactions.�

�Yeah, but I was also drunk and getting into the pictures.� There was certainly some adrenaline there, but it wasn�t fear.�

�So you�re telling me I�m wrong.�

I chuckled.� �Yes, I am.�

She put her arm around me and gave me a squeeze.� She didn�t say anything, but I got the message that she was pleased.

�So what do you want now?� she asked after several minutes of silence.

�I want to experience sex without the adrenaline,� I said.

�Do you think you can go another round?�

I rolled my eyes.� �I didn�t mean now.� I meant in general.�

�Oh, that�s too bad.�� She pulled back and leered at me� �Getting you hard again would have been a challenge and I enjoy a challenge.�

I decided not to stick my tongue out at her.

�Besides, you already have,� she said.� �With Tina.�

�True.� We had some really good sex.� That �making love� kind.� I guess I was more in love with her than I thought.�

Sherri bit her lip.� �Are you sure?�

�It was really good sex.�

�Tell me about it again, then.�

I started to repeat the story about how Tina and I had made love when she�d first gotten to Maryland.� As I talked, Sherri�s slowly shifted from just having her arm around me to caressing me.� She asked a couple of questions, mostly for more explicit detail, and pressed her breasts into my side.� When I�d finished that story, she asked me to tell her another one.� I started talking about Valentine�s Day and she pulled away from me.� When I looked a question at her, she motioned for me to continue.� I was describing Tina�s garter belt when Sherri slid off the couch onto the floor.

�What are you doing?� I asked.

�Taking on a challenge,� she said, leering.� �Keep talking.�

I stumbled trying to remember where I was in my narrative, but it didn�t matter.� She wasn�t listening.� Instead, she feathered kisses across my thighs and abdomen, while once again caressing my cock with her hands.

I paused.� �You sure about this?�

She looked up and raised an eyebrow.� �You object?�

I snorted.� �Not at all. I�m just wondering why I�m talking.�

�To get you hard.�

�That�d probably work better if you talked.�

�Well, I can�t talk and do this.�� She ran her tongue down my torso just an inch from my cock, close enough to make me think she was going to touch it, but not quite doing so.

I gasped.� That definitely got my blood pounding.

�Or,� she said, �do you want me to�.�� She paused to scatter a few more kisses on my groin.� ��tell you about one of the times I went down on a woman?� Or the all-woman orgy I had in college?�

�Oh, yes.�� Despite having come twice in the past hour, I was starting to stiffen again, between her touch the images flitting through my mind.

�Or maybe you just want me to straddle you,� she said between kisses and strokes, �so you can feel my� hot� wet� pussy� around your cock.�

That was it.� I was hard.

Sherri produced another condom from an unseen spot and rolled it onto me.� Then she straddled my lap and, without breaking eye contact, slowly sank down on my cock, until it was buried inside of her.

�Now, take a deep breath,� she said.� �Completely fill your lungs.�

I did so.

�Slowly let it out.�

I did so, and was struck by how relaxing it was, and how that contrasted to how hard my dick was.

�Keep doing that, deep and regular.�

I nodded and did what she said.� However, I could help gasping when she added to our pattern.� She clamped her pussy tight around my cock as I breathed out.

�Keep going,� she said.

I nodded and did so. She didn�t change the pattern, squeezing me every time I breathed out and releasing me when I started to breathe in.� I started to feel lightheaded and almost floaty.

�Keep eye contact,� she said.

I was staring out over her shoulder, unfocused, and I returned to meeting her gaze.

�And keep breathing.�

I nodded, taking an extra large breath.� We kept breathing and gazing at each other for some time.

All the extra oxygen must be going to my brain.� I felt lost in her deep, dark eyes, but there was comfort there.� Her rhythmic squeezing of my cock kept me anchored.

Then Sherri leaned in, slowly, oh so agonizingly slowly, and brushed my lips with hers.� She pulled back, and we locked eyes again.� She smiled, warm and comforting.� She leaned in again, and this time I wrapped my arms around her.� Our kiss remained tender, but it stretched and stretched, so that I had to breathe through my nose to keep the pattern.

She pulled back.� �Feel any adrenaline?�

I shook my head.

�But you�re still hard.�

I snorted softly and nodded.

She smiled broadly and bent her head for another slow, languorous kiss.

When she pulled back, she arched her back.

�This will be easier on the floor,� she said.

I raised my eyebrows but didn�t object.� Instead, I held her hips and she raised up and let my cock slip out of her with a pop.��� We moved off the couch and she stretched her thighs while I sat cross-legged on the floor.� Then she once again straddled my lap and slid my cock inside her.� She shifted her legs so that, instead of kneeling, like she�d been on the couch, she too was sitting cross-legged, with her legs wrapped around me.

�Breathe,� she said.

I nodded and started the pattern of deep breaths once again.� After my first cycle, Sherri started squeezing my cock with her pussy again.� We locked eyes, and this time I realized she was breathing in the same cycle I was.� Or just opposite of it.� As I breathed in, she breathed out.

She tilted her head and leaned in again.� We kissed, and this time neither of us pulled back.� I parted my lips, and our tongues met.� Our kisses grew more passionate, but she never stopped her rhythmic squeezes of my cock.

I found that, in this position, I could thrust up slightly.� It was only an inch or two, but I soon found that little bolts of lightning would shoot through me if I synchronized it with Sherri�s squeezes.� She must have felt the same thing, because she started making small gasps as I hit my deepest point.

Of course.� Her clit�s rubbing against my pubic bone.

I toyed with the idea of speeding up, but I didn�t see how to do that effectively.� Instead, I concentrated on just maintaining the rhythm.� Breathe in, thrust, hear her gasp, breathe out, feel her squeeze.� Repeat.

I didn�t need to speed up.� Sherri pulled back and our gaze met.� Hers was more unfocused, and her breath more ragged, but she still held our pace.� She shuddered and twitched a little more, but didn�t relent.

I could feel the warmth and pressure building down below for myself.� It was slow�almost like adding matches to a fire rather than paper or logs.� But it grew.

Sherri�s grew too.� She rolled her hips slightly, pressing her clit harder against me.� Then she pulled my head to hers and kissed me hard.

The warmth spread out from my crotch, engulfing my hips and slowly heading higher.� I became acutely aware of Sherri�s hard nipples, brushing my chest as she now raised and lowered herself to meet my thrusts.� We continued to kiss, until she broke away with a long shudder.� Then she put her head on my shoulder.

�I want you to come with me,� she whispered in my ear.

I let my attention slide back to my cock and the pleasures shooting through it.� My breathing went ragged and irregular as I started thrusting as hard as I could into Sherri.� She gasped and pushed back against me.� She moaned and then I moaned.� She wrapped her arms around me tight and ground her crotch into mine.� I let out a long gasp.� With a cry, Sherri shook and clamped down on my cock hard.� As she shuddered, I exploded.

The fire that had been building raced up through my body, scorching my muscles and making them shake and spasm.� My vision flashed white and black and I collapsed forward, into Sherri who�d collapsed forward into me.� We fell to our sides, an awkward entanglement of limp limbs, until we finally managed to get me on my back with her half-lying across me.

�Wow,� I said, when I could finally speak.

�Mmm hmm.�

�That was incredible.�

�It�s what you wanted.�

�Yeah.� You too, I take.�

She didn�t speak, but just tightened her hug as an answer.

We lay there for some time, slowly breathing and enjoying the touch of skin.� Eventually, my muscles decided they could work again, though the afterglow hadn�t yet faded.� Sherri started stirring about then too, and so we slowly eased ourselves up, each with a satisfied grin.

We stumbled back to the kitchen and I grimaced at the sight of our now-cold breakfast.� Sherri said she didn�t mind, but it just didn�t taste the same after being reheated.� We talked lightly as we ate, mostly just replacing depleted calories and nutrients as quickly as we could.

Afterward, Sherri suggested a shower before she left.� I agreed and asked if I could join her.� She only smiled and nodded.� We turned the faucet until it was just a little cool for me and just a little hot for her.� We didn�t talk much as we slowly soaped each other and then rinsed each other off.� I didn�t want to spoil the afterglow, or distract myself from the simple pleasure of caressing her skin.� She seemed to sense that, and didn�t change the mood.� When we�d finished the formal washing, she slid into my arms and kissed me, deep and passionately, as the water sprayed over our bodies.

She let me dry her, chuckling when I tried to do her hair, before she suggested she just let her handle it herself.� I slid my sweats back on and then watched as she dressed.� I walked her to the door, where we paused for another deep kiss.

�I�d never have guessed you were gay,� I said with a grin as we pulled apart.

�Good sex doesn�t have to include romantic love.�

�True.�

We kissed again and then Sherri slipped down the stairs, waving just before she disappeared.

I floated in the afterglow for most of the afternoon.� The sex had been out of this world.� I felt warm, and happy, and content.� Allen had been right, I realized with a snort.� Getting laid had done wonders for my mood.� I was certainly enjoying the afterglow more than anytime in the past, except for with Tina.

That brought me up a little short.� As good as the sex had been with Sherri, it had still been better with Tina, who had a fraction of Sherri�s expertise.

Good sex without romantic love, indeed.� It was still better with romantic love.

I broke from my reverie and headed back to my desk.� I needed to edit a letter and get it in the mail to Tucson.

--Fin--

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