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               Before we  get down  to the story, let's have a brief intro.
          If you want to skip it, that's your business.
               I've wanted to write this story for some time now.  In fact,
          I  sat  down  to  write something entirely different, but instead
          this came out. I was even  a bit  surprised myself.  I've noticed
          before  that  stories,  documents,  manuals, and whatever tripe I
          write, tend to run away with me, and it seems  that it's happened
          again: it's  grown to well over 10000 words. It won't be the last
          time, I guess. Often I sit down to compose  a brief  paper, and I
          wind up  with a  dissertation. Oh  well... so be it. At least I'm
          satisfied with this. It has grown into something  that I consider
          quite good, which is no mean trick.
               By the  way, writing  your own  erotica is  even better than
          reading someone else's! It takes a  lot out  of you,  though. I'm
          not sure  I can  keep up  with it.  #-) So why am I writing this?
          Simply because not doing it makes  me feel  worse. The  monkey on
          your back,  as Heinlein  called it, and he should know. I seem to
          be cursed with the urge to  put these  ramblings of  my mind into
          writing, while  there are  much better  things I could do with my
          hands when I'm alone,  in response  to much  more pleasant urges.
          That's probably  why I'm rambling like this at the moment. You've
          probably stopped reading some time ago.
               This is not an autobiographic story, but I  wouldn't mind if
          it  had  been.  In  other  words,  there's a lot of stuff for any
          would-be shrink in this, so  I'm  not  going  to  reveal  my true
          identity. Instead,  I challenge  all of  them to locate me, using
          this piece of tripe. If  they  manage  to,  perhaps  we  can talk
          business. :-)
               This is  not a story of the come-and-go type (pun intended).
          Although  that's  the  good  part,  of  course.  It  does contain
          sexually explicit  material, and  it is  entirely a figment of my
          fantasy. I deny any responsibility for the effect  this stuff may
          have on  you -  if you  decide to read this, you can go and shave
          your own palms, thank you.
               Oh, one more thing. Since this is an idealized fantasy, safe
          sex isn't  mentioned. In real life that would of course be deadly
          stupid. Literally. So don't get any ideas.
               I can hear you thinking by now, 'GET  BLOODY ON  WITH IT!!!'
          Very well... Since you insist, here we go.

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               When Mark  saw Laura for the first time, he didn't know what
          to think of her. He wasn't very experienced  with girls  to begin
          with, and  his few  experiences had  usually been rather painful.
          In fact, he'd hesitated to come to the  party -  he wasn't really
          a party animal - because of the fear that some of those experien-
          ces would repeat themselves. On the  other hand,  there were some
          signs that he'd spend another evening being a wall flower, and he
          wasn't really sure he  could take  that. So  that's how  he found
          himself carefully eying the crowd, thinking speculative thoughts.
               She  stuck  out  in  the  crowd - a tall, slender girl, with
          short, almost boyish, sandy hair. She moved with  grace, catlike,
          but with a decisiveness that seemed more masculine than feminine.
          She wore a checkered blouse over  a pair  of well-worn  jeans and
          sport  shoes.  He  followed  her with his eyes, registering every
          detail of her face, her short  hair, the  way she  moved. At some
          moment,  he  imagined  her  at a college football field. Somehow,
          she wouldn't look  the  slightest  bit  out  of  place  there, he







          decided. She'd  attack a  guy who  tried to block her way without
          hesitation.
               After giving it some  careful thought,  Mark decided  not to
          take any  action. He  didn't know  exactly why. Perhaps it was an
          unwillingness to get snubbed again, or perhaps it  was just (face
          it, bud!)  the fact  that he'd  always been  a bit shy and didn't
          make friends very easily.
               When she  started making  her way  to the  crowded bar, Mark
          discovered  that  his  glass  had  been  empty for some time, and
          decided to have another one. It wasn't really  the type  of party
          where you'd  come and  get smashed, but there wasn't any point in
          staying completely sober, either. He elbowed his way  through the
          crowd, and  he was  a bit surprised to find himself standing next
          to her at the bar. It had to be a  total coincidence,  of course.
          Subconscious desire  absolutely couldn't  have had anything to do
          with it.
               As she  turned around,  glass in  hand, she  almost, but not
          quite, avoided  a collision  with him.  She took a step back, and
          carefully, deliberately it seemed,  she  looked  him  over  - his
          closely cropped  black hair,  his serious face, his slender, tall
          body, his worn jeans, his old Nikes. Then she looked  back at his
          eyes, and showed him a faint, amused smile.
               'Do you always creep up on people like this?' she asked him.
          'Sure', Mark replied, 'but  don't  tell  anyone.'  He  smiled. 'I
          made  you  spill  your  drink.  Care  for another?' She seemed to
          consider the question. Somehow, that made  him a  bit uneasy. Had
          he already blown it? He hadn't really thought about his approach.
          Had that been a good idea? He wondered.
               'OK,' she said, 'but I'm  buying.'  She  said  it adamantly,
          somehow  challenging  him  to  protest.  Mark quickly made up his
          mind. He'd never liked to take initiative when it came  to girls,
          and if  she wanted  to boss him around, that just might lead to a
          refreshing change. 'Why not?'  he said.  'I'll have  a beer.' She
          eyed him  speculatively for  a second,  then seemed  to make some
          kind of decision. She  turned around  to order.  'I don't usually
          drink with  strangers, you know,' she said, handing him the beer.
          'That's no problem,' Mark said. 'I'm  Mark. If  you tell  me your
          name,  we  aren't  strangers  anymore,  and  I can drink my beer.
          How's that?' 'Sounds  reasonable,'  she  answered.  'Besides, I'm
          thirsty, so  I'll get  along with  that.' She  took up her drink.
          'OK, I'm Laura. Nice to meet you. Cheers!' She drank  deeply from
          the frosty glass.
               Somehow, they  spent the  rest of the evening talking. Marks
          first impressions of Laura seemed to have been  right. She  was a
          very  decisive  person.  She  told  him that she studied computer
          technology, and specialized in operating system  design. The look
          she leveled at him when she told him that, clearly challenged him
          to comment  on  it.  At  that  point  Mark  thought  he  began to
          understand. At  some point  the must have grown sick of all those
          remarks on a girl doing that  kind  of  work,  and  she'd started
          fighting  it.  Yet  that  attitude  had  not  interfered with the
          practical, matter-of-fact character she possessed, or turned into
          one  of  those  frustrated  would-be's.  On the whole, Mark liked
          that. On the other hand, he realized that this was  just specula-
          tion, and  that he  didn't really  know this girl. But he got the
          distinct  impression  that  her  personality  matched  his rather
          well. To some degree, of least.
               All in  all he  was amazed at the fact that when the evening
          had grown quite late, they were still together. He never had much
          success with  keeping girls  interested in  him, but somehow this







          was different. Laura seemed to like  him, and  somehow she didn't
          mind  if  he  knew  it.  Somehow,  with  Laura  all  that tedious
          fandancing wasn't really needed.  He realized  that there  were a
          lot  of  somehows  in  there, but her matter-of-fact attitude was
          contagious, and, surprising himself, Mark told her that  he liked
          her. He  didn't even  mind telling her. That kind of openness was
          very unusual to him.
               'Good,' she said. 'Why don't  we  go  someplace?'  'We are,'
          Mark replied  dryly. She  leveled one of her penetrating looks at
          him. 'Someplace else, I mean,' she  said. 'I  like you,  you like
          me, so  why don't  we go  someplace where we can see more of each
          other?' Her  business-like  approach  slightly  alarmed  Mark. He
          wasn't sure  that he was ready for that kind of thing yet, and he
          certainly hadn't counted on it. Or was it  that his  thoughts had
          been deliberately avoiding the subject?
               At any  rate, there  was no avoiding it now. 'I would really
          like that, he said honestly. 'But you may be in for a disappoint-
          ment. I'm  not exactly  shaped like a young god, you know...' She
          smiled almost fondly at him. 'That's  not really  important,' she
          told him. 'Few people are, you know.'
               Mark didn't get it. Why would she like a lump like him? Part
          of him desperately wanted to believe her, wanted  to believe that
          she  liked  him  -  him,  of  all  people! - but some other, more
          cautious part was afraid to believe it, afraid to get hurt again.
          He struggled  with it. Vaguely he realized that within moments he
          had abandoned his usual caution, that he had shunned his habit of
          keeping all  people at  a safe  distance. He  realized that these
          emotions were new to him, that they controlled him much more then
          he controlled  them, and  that simple fact scared the hell out of
          him.
               Mark took a deep breath. 'And  you wouldn't  mind training a
          novice?' he  asked. Somehow,  getting that fact into the open had
          seemed more difficult than anything else in his life.
               She looked him into the eyes for several seconds. 'I believe
          I would  like that,'  she said  very softly.  'Why don't you come
          with me?' She held out her  hand.  When  he  took  it, everything
          seemed to  fall into  place. With  a faint sense of bewilderment,
          Mark realized that he hadn't felt so content  with the  world for
          as long as he could remember.

                                     *   *   *

               Laura opened the door to her small apartment. The short walk
          through the cool night air had  relaxed her  a bit.  She'd always
          liked  evenings.  The  dark,  quiet streets usually had a calming
          effect on her - provided she  didn't  have  to  walk  them alone,
          though.
               As she led Mark into the apartment, she wondered why she was
          doing all this. Sure,  she  liked  this  serious,  reserved young
          man.  But  wouldn't  it  be  better  to keep him at some distance
          until she knew him  better? She'd  made that  mistake before, and
          things  had  been  rather  horrible.  However,  the  question was
          pretty much academic now. All she could do was hope  for the best
          and see what developed.
               She turned  on the  light in  what she preferred to call the
          workshop. The  apartment had  originally been  a one-room affair,
          but she had  placed a rather large book case with long shelves at
          about two-third of the short wall, which now served as  a kind of
          separation between  the workshop  and what  she thought of as the
          bedroom.







               Mark eyed the room with a mild look of surprise.  'Oh my...'
          he muttered,  looking speculatively  at the  workbench that lined
          the wall. Tools, showing signs  of  use,  were  stored  in  a box
          standing    on  a  corner  table, while most of the workbench was
          occupied by a huge PCB rack. A rats nest of  cables completed the
          setup. He  slowly walked  over to  the pile of assorted hardware,
          held out his hand, and carefully ran his  finger along  the ridge
          of the metal rack. Somehow, the gesture was almost erotic.
               Laura's  eyes  followed  him  as  he  curiously examined the
          boards that were mounted in the rack. 'What  do you  need so many
          CPU's for?',  he asked. 'Something I'm working on,' she replied a
          bit evasively. 'It's no trick to hook up  all kinds  of hardware,
          but the problem is the software to keep it all going. That's what
          I'm trying to do.'
               Damn. Why did she feel  so  defensive?  Sure,  people always
          were surprised  to find  a girl involved in hitech work, but what
          the hell? She'd never cared about other peoples opinions. Why did
          she care  about it  now? She  carefully examined his face, trying
          to see what thoughts lay behind  it. He  didn't show  any sign of
          surprise.
               'Hm... what's  your biggest  problem then?'  he asked with a
          kind  of  professional  curiosity.  He'd  told  her  that  he did
          something in  electronics, but  she didn't remember exactly what,
          or at what level. Somehow her  memory of  the past  evening was a
          blur.
               'Process  management',  she  said absent-mindedly. 'I've got
          the  internal  communications  system  going,  but  it's  next to
          impossible to  break up all tasks into segments suited for multi-
          processing...' Her thoughts drifted. Perhaps if she could  find a
          way to convert the whole thing into separate matrix algorithms...
          But of course you'd be stuck with one hell of an overhead. On the
          other hand....
               Damn! She  was at  it again. And to think that she'd gone to
          that party to get her mind off the project. 'But  that can wait,'
          she  said  resolutely.  'Time  enough  to  let  it drive me crazy
          tomorrow. Want  some coffee?'  'Sure', he  replied, still looking
          thoughtful  at  the  hardware  hookup.  As  Laura  walked  to the
          kitchenette she decided that this  young  man  just  might  be as
          crazy  as  she  was.  She  wasn't altogether sure that was a good
          thing. She made a face at herself as  she switched  on the coffee
          maker.


               Mark  was   rather  impressed  with  the  equipment  on  the
          workbench. The possibilities of  such  a  setup  were immediately
          clear,  if,  indeed,  the  software  to  get  it  all running was
          available. His thoughts went off into  the more  exotic realms of
          programming,  the  coffee  maker  making  asthmatic noises in the
          background.  Then  he  felt  her  presence  closely  beside  him.
          'Don't,' she said softly as she put her arm around him. 'This has
          driven me crazy for weeks now, and by the look  in your  eyes I'd
          say you're  a goner, too... If I don't manage to distract you, of
          course.' Mark made a face. Keep you mind on the business at hand,
          pal! Don't behave like the nerd you probably are...
               The  slight  nervosity  that  had  been  troubling him since
          they'd left the party immediately returned. Laura didn't give him
          much  time  to  be  nervous, however. She deliberately turned him
          around with his back to the  workbench,  put  an  arm  around his
          neck, and kissed him thoroughly.
               He'd never  been kissed  like that before. Most girls waited







          for him  to kiss  them, but  not Laura.  Apparently she'd decided
          that this  was what  she wanted  to do,  and now  she did it. She
          threw herself into the  kiss with  an enthusiasm  that Mark found
          slightly alarming.
               'Did I  surprise you?'  she asked him with an amused look in
          her eyes. 'Some,' he said. 'Good,' she said. 'Why don't  we do it
          again?'  This  time  he  was  better  prepared.  'Not  bad,'  she
          commented somewhat later. 'You could  use  a  bit  more practice,
          though.'  She  kissed  him  again.  Mark  decided that he sort of
          liked that. As  their  tongues  explored  each  other,  his hands
          seemed to  develop a  will of  their own. One hand slowly stroked
          the small of her back, while  the  other  touched  the  even more
          interesting regions  covered by  the backside of her tight jeans.
          He remembered to breathe.
               When she broke off the kiss, he was amazed to  find that she
          had been  leading them  toward the bed. How had she managed to do
          that?  She  started  to  unbutton  his  shirt.  'What  about that
          coffee?' he  asked dryly. The look she gave him was almost stern.
          'Somehow I think that  can wait,'  she replied.  Then she smiled.
          'Are you  nervous?' she  asked. 'Some,' he admitted. 'But I guess
          that's only natural, isn't it?' He solved the  problem by kissing
          her again.
               'Why don't  we get  you out of these clothes,' she whispered
          when she had finished unbuttoning his shirt. As he let  the shirt
          fall  down  his  arms  she  unbuckled  his  belt and unzipped his
          jeans. And  a good  thing, too,  because Mark  had become acutely
          aware of  the fact  that those  jeans had  become rather tight at
          the crotch. He lifted a foot and she  pulled the  jeans down from
          that  leg,  and  then  the  other.  Without giving him time to be
          self-conscious about it, the removed  his  shorts  the  same way,
          then pushed him backwards onto the bed.
               Laura bent  over and  kissed him  again, holding his head in
          her hands as she did so. Then she pushed herself up and  eyed the
          huge  erection  he  had.  'I  like a guy who comes prepared,' she
          said softly. She took his penis in her hand and  carefully pushed
          back the foreskin to reveal the purple head. Mark gasped.
               Laura ran  her thumb  along the  rim of  the smooth, rubbery
          surface of the head,  now shiny  with tension.  His penis  gave a
          warning lurch. His balls felt incredibly heavy.
               'Poor Mark,'  she muttered. 'You're almost exploding, aren't
          you?' All he could do was  nod. 'Well,  we can't  have that,' she
          said  business-like,  and  she  encircled  his  scrotum  with her
          fingers. Her other hand moved the  skin around  his shaft  up and
          down a few times. Mark held his breath. Then she stroked the head
          again, this time with the tip of her forefinger, feeling the heat
          under that  smooth, rubbery surface. 'Let's see what we can do to
          relieve that pressure,' she said almost absent-mindedly. A bright
          red blush had crept across her face.
               With the  hand that  had been  stroking his  head she pulled
          down the skin around his shaft again, this time keeping  it down.
          Her other  hand stroked  his scrotum,  then slid down between his
          legs to the cleft of his buttocks. She bent her  head down toward
          his penis,  and gently  licked the rim of his head. Mark tried to
          keep in a low moan, but didn't quite succeed. A clear, shiny drop
          appeared at the slit as she ran her tongue around the rim.
               She opened  her mouth wider, and let part of the head slowly
          slip into it. Her lips enclosed  the  rim  of  his  head,  as her
          tongue  slowly  licked  the  slit  in  long,  loving  swipes. The
          sensations were incredible. Mark felt  the  onset  of  his orgasm
          beginning to build inside his balls and at the base of his shaft.







          He tensed. His penis gave a warning spasm again.
               She let him slide out of her mouth,  stroking his  head with
          her lips  as she  did so.  'Are you about to come?' she asked him
          directly. Mark nodded mutely, not trusting himself to  speak. She
          slid  her  lips  back  around  his  head, this time taking him in
          deeper, until the entire head was in her  mouth, the  tip against
          her palate. Then she sucked.
               Mark drew  the air  into his lungs with an audible hiss. The
          sensations were incredible! He shook, and his body  tensed up all
          over,  a  wonderful,  warm  feeling  beginning to build up in his
          groin and spreading outward from there.  She started rhythmically
          sucking the  head of  his penis,  once, twice. His orgasm builded
          more rapidly now, the feeling  extending  from  the  base  of his
          shaft toward  the tip.  Her hand  that had been stroking his butt
          and balls now slid between his legs again, the tip  of her finger
          rubbing that  sensitive area  between scrotum  and anus. Then she
          let her  finger slide  back towards  the cleft  of this buttocks,
          ran along it, then slowly slid inside, and she sucked again.
               The wonderful  feeling that had been extending from the base
          of his shaft to his  expanding  head  suddenly  reached  it. Mark
          shuddered. She sensed his orgasm, responded by keeping the vacuum
          in her mouth.  Lightning  struck  the  tip  of  his  penis, which
          responded by giving off electric sparks. He pissed her mouth full
          of stars. She licked his head again, and the sensations increased
          even more.  The lightning  continued, current running between his
          balls and the tip of his penis, on and on. Then his spasms began,
          and he jetted into her mouth, thick, heavy spurts. As he shot and
          shot, she swallowed it all, up to the last drop,  until there was
          no more.
               Dark spots  danced before his eyes as he lay back exhausted.
          This was unlike anything  he'd ever  felt. Masturbation  could be
          good,  sure,  but  this  was  pleasure  of  an entirely different
          magnitude. When he had recovered somewhat,  he looked  up to her,
          her face very close to his now, the smell of his own come faintly
          in his nostrils. He put his hand around  her head,  gently pulled
          her face down to his and kissed her. It tasted vaguely salty, but
          not unpleasant. She smiled.
               'That should take off the tension  a bit,'  she said softly.
          'Yes...' Mark  replied weakly.  'But are  you sure  it was a good
          idea? After this, I think I'll probably need some time to 
          recover.'
               Laura sat down on the bed beside him. 'That was more or less
          what I  had in mind,' she said. 'You'd never have made it anyhow,
          and now we'll have  the time  to do  this the  right way. Rushing
          things  can  be  pretty  awful,  I  think. Besides, are you still
          nervous?' Mark briefly considered that. 'No,'  he replied calmly.
          She  seemed  to  have  been  right.  Somehow he found that vastly
          comforting. 'Then why don't we give you some of the  training you
          mentioned earlier?'  she said, her tone business-like, but with a
          distant look in her eyes. The blush on her cheeks  had grown even
          darker,  and  now  also  covered  part of her neck. She stretched
          luxuriously, her movements resembling  those of  a cat  more than
          ever now.  She held  out her  hand to him. He took it, and sat up
          on the bed beside her.


               Laura kept herself from trembling with  considerable effort.
          She was more excited than she had been for a long, long time, and
          it took all self-control  she could  muster to  keep herself from
          rushing into  things. On the other hand, she'd always liked to be







          in control, and if she judged him right, this serious, calm young
          man would  actually like  her to set the pace. So this just might
          work out real good, after all.
               His hand slowly went to the buttons of  the checkered blouse
          she  wore,  and  started  unbuttoning  it  from the top down. She
          smiled at him, then pulled up the blouse where she  had it tucked
          in her  jeans. She congratulated herself at having decided not to
          wear a bra when she'd picked her clothes for the party.
               His hands slowly parted the front of her blouse. She  let it
          slide down  her shoulders,  pulled her  arms out  of sleeves. Her
          breasts now stood out freely. She  had always  been more  or less
          content with the way they looked, and never gave it much thought.
          But now, as she looked at his face,  she felt  a sudden  surge of
          joy, for  the effect her body had on him was obvious. He held his
          breath as he let his gaze slide all over her.
               Her breasts  were  not  large.  They  were  young  and firm,
          however, and  had just  the right  proportion to  fit her slender
          body. The areolae were  at the  moment wrinkled  with excitement,
          and the  pink nipples  clearly stood out from the middle of them.
          She felt  how her  breasts swelled,  sensitive with anticipation.
          'Do you  like me?'  she asked,  before she  could keep  it in. He
          obviously  forced  himself  to  speak.  'You're   beautiful,'  he
          whispered. For  some reason,  she'd never actually believed that,
          but this time it made her feel warm all over.
               She took his hand and pulled it to her chest.  He slowly ran
          the tip of his fingers along the outer curve of her right breast,
          stroked the smooth  skin  on  the  underside  and  inside  of the
          breast, then  moved his hand outward again over the upper region,
          thus circling the nipple. The sensation  made here  acutely aware
          of the tension in her nipples, and she suddenly longed for him to
          touch those warm, hard buds. She closed her eyes and sighed.
               Encouraged by her reaction, he brought up his  other hand to
          her neck  and started  stroking his way from there, over her left
          shoulder, towards her other  breast. While  he was  doing so, she
          bent over  and kissed  him hard.  It was all she could do to keep
          from moaning. She gently pushed  him  back  upon  the  bed, lying
          down next to him.
               'Tell me  what you like,' he said suddenly. 'Tell me what to
          do.' Laura wasn't quite  prepared  for  that  question.  She knew
          immediately  that  he  was  deadly  serious, however. She sighed.
          'This,' she replied dreamily. It was true, after all, and it gave
          her a bit time to think. Not that she was thinking very coherent-
          ly right now.
               He looked into her eyes for a moment, then kissed  her. This
          time,  as  he  broke  off  the  kiss,  he let his lips slide down
          towards her neck. His hands continued  to play  over her breasts,
          the circles  his fingers  trailed around  the center of them grew
          smaller. The  sensation was  delicious, and  her need  for him to
          finally touch  her nipples grew wonderfully agonizing. She sighed
          again.
               As he  kissed the  hollow of  her left  shoulder, his thumbs
          suddenly slid  over the  tips of  her breasts, and she gasped. He
          looked into her eyes, his face a question. 'Go on...  it feels so
          good...' she  muttered, closing  her eyes.  As she felt his hands
          play all over her breasts now, the nipples,  the cleavage between
          them,  even  stroking  her  shoulders,  she felt totally content.
          She'd never made love  with  someone  who  took  her  pleasure so
          seriously. The  way he moved, the way he caressed her, the way he
          looked at her face to see the effect it had on her, clearly spoke
          of his  need to  do for  her what she'd done for him. Her nipples







          grew hard under his gently rubbing thumbs.
               Then his mouth reached the outer  curve of  her left breast,
          and he started kissing it. He covered the breast with kisses, but
          again left the nipple alone, while  his hands  kept stroking her.
          When  his  mouth  finally  covered  her nipple, her hands rose of
          their own  will, and  she pulled  his head  down on  her chest to
          keep him  from stopping.  She felt her nipples swell as his thumb
          rubbed one, and his lips played around the other one,  his tongue
          licking it in long, gentle swipes. She'd never felt so good. 'Are
          you sure you've never done this before?' she asked him. He looked
          up, his eyes like the rising sun. 'Very sure,' he replied softly.
          'Then you're a natural. Why don't you help  me out  of this?' she
          said, unfastening the button of her jeans.


               Mark's hand  was actually trembling when he unzipped Laura's
          jeans. As she arched her  back,  lifting  her  buttocks  from the
          bed, he  pulled them  down by  the belt.  She lay back and lifted
          her legs, so that he could pull down  the jeans  from them, first
          one leg,  then the  other. 'Much   better,' she approved. She was
          naked now, except for the teal green panties  she wore.  When her
          legs parted,  they revealed a large, wet spot at her groin, which
          made the panties partially transparent there, hinting at what lay
          underneath. He  smelled her  excitement now, the heavy smell of a
          woman who is sexually excited. He felt lightheaded.
               She held out her hand and pulled him  back towards  her. She
          held  his  head  between  her  hands  and  kissed him. He started
          caressing her body again, but this  time she  gently took  one of
          his hands  and moved  it down  to her  belly. The smooth skin was
          inviting, and  his hand  started to  play along  the underline of
          her ribs,  her belly  button, and  the small of her back. He felt
          the muscles ripple under her skin in response to his caress, and,
          still kissing  her, he  slid his  other hand along her neck, down
          her shoulder, towards her breasts. Then he finally  broke off the
          kiss and pushed himself up to look at her.
               She  could  easily  have  been  skinny.  There was something
          boyish about her appearance to begin  with, and  her breasts were
          not very  large, nor were her hips very wide. But instead she was
          slender rather than skinny, her breasts  were full  and firm, and
          she was  deliciously curved  in all the right places. Somehow her
          proportions fit so well together that the overall result made his
          head spin.  When she  looked at  him, her  eyes were questioning.
          'Just admiring the scenery,'  he told  her dryly.  'Do you really
          think I'm  beautiful?' she  asked him with a strange catch in her
          voice. A high,  bright  red  blush  covered  her  face  and neck.
          'Absolutely perfect,'  he replied. Words could not really express
          what he felt.
               He lay down again, this time on one  elbow, and,  because it
          seemed the  right thing  to do,  he stroked her belly again. 'Now
          go on,' she told him softly. He let his hand slide down  over the
          outline of  her hip, down along her leg, then crossed over to the
          inside of her thigh. As she sighed, he  slowly moved  up his hand
          to  stroke  the  sensitive  areas  at the inside of her legs. Her
          back arched, her muscles flowing under her skin  like those  of a
          cat. As  his fingers  traced the  outline of the wet panties, her
          smell hit him like a  punch  in  the  face.  He  moved  his thumb
          upwards  from  between  her  legs  to  her belly button, straight
          across the large wet patch in her teal green panties.
               'Go on...' she said,  her  voice  somewhat  urgent  now. Her
          hands moved to her hips, seeming to do so by their own free will,







          and she started to pull down her panties. His hand slid down from
          her belly  and slowly  moved down  the elastic band as she lifted
          her buttocks from the  bed.  Brown,  curly  pubic  hair appeared,
          shiny  pearls  of  moist  glittering  in  it. She pulled down the
          panties until her buttocks were free, than lay  back on  the bed.
          He moved  the wet  garment further down along her thighs, finally
          revealing the slit of her vagina.  She lifted  her knees,  and he
          pulled it  down all  the way. She pulled one foot out of it, then
          kicked the panties across the room with the other.
               Now finally Laura lay totally naked before him. The sight of
          her took  his breath  away. He put a trembling hand on the inside
          of her thigh again and slowly slid it up toward  that hot wetness
          between her  legs. As  he looked  almost with  awe to the slit of
          her vagina, she slowly slid  one  leg  down  to  the  floor, thus
          spreading her  smooth thighs  before him. As his hand reached her
          vagina, she moved the  leg  even  further,  spreading  her nether
          lips slightly.
               Marks finger carefully traced the outline of her labia, then
          carefully spread the complex folds. He'd  never been  so intimate
          with a  girl, and  he examined  every detail of her sex. Her slit
          was glistening wet  and  slippery,  completely  covered  with her
          fluids.  His  hand  moved  up  to  stroke her whole pubic region,
          played through the short,  hard  curls,  then  slowly  moved down
          again  across  the  smooth,  slightly  puffy ridges of flesh that
          almost  protectively  flanked  her  vagina.  The  warm,  slippery
          moisture spread under his fingers.
               Hidden in  the folds  at the top of her slit, a dark colored
          nubbin was  just  visible.  His  finger  spread  the  brown curls
          across the  top of  her vagina, then slowly traced the outline of
          that nubbin as he minutely examined the anatomy of it.  He spread
          her  labia  a  bit  further,  dipped his fingers into the wetness
          covering the lower regions of her  vagina, and  slowly smeared it
          on the  stem of  her clitoris, his finger running up and down. He
          heard how she drew in her breath. Then he gently  stroked the tip
          of it.
               'Careful,' she cautioned him. 'A clitoris is very sensitive,
          and touching it with your  fingers  like  that  can  be painful.'
          'Tell me  what you  like', Mark  asked her again. 'I want to make
          you feel as great as you made me feel. Tell me how.'
               Her smile looked genuinely  happy. 'That's  easy,' she said.
          'Remember how  I made  you come?  Now you  can return the favor.'
          She pulled up her leg from the floor, moved her  other leg aside,
          and  spread  her  thighs,  thus  lying wide open before him. 'I'd
          really like that,' she whispered. Mark  smiled. So  would he. Her
          smell  made  his  head  spin.  He  had already been hard for some
          time, and his penis began to throb as  he sat  down on  his knees
          before her.


               Laura felt  good all  over. Mark was completely unskilled at
          making love,  sure, but  that was  what she'd  expected. What she
          had not  expected was how seriously he took her pleasure, and the
          amount of careful attention  he had  for her  needs. When  he had
          asked her  to tell him what to do, he didn't merely want instruc-
          tion, but also more or less tried to  tell her  how important her
          pleasure was  for him.  He had a deep need to make her feel good,
          and the warmth she felt at that thought was more than just sexual
          excitement.
               She watched as he kneeled between her spread thighs and bent
          his head down toward her hot  wet core.  It was  about time, too.







          Her  excitement  had  become  an  itch  that absolutely had to be
          scratched.
               When she felt his tongue gently  outlining the  shape of her
          labia, she  sharply drew  in her  breath. It felt so good! A warm
          feeling began to spread trough  her  abdomen.  His  tongue slowly
          explored her hot wetness, gently probing her most intimate folds.
          Her hands rose of their own will, until they covered her breasts,
          and her  fingers slowly  rubbed her nipples. The pleasure increa-
          sed, slowly but steady,  with promise  of the  delights that were
          still to come.
               She  felt  his  hands  stroke  the inside of both her thighs
          then, sliding up toward the core of her pleasure, and  she moaned
          softly.  'Oh...  It  feels  so good...' Then his stroking fingers
          reached the slit, traced  the outline  of it,  then gently pulled
          her labia  apart. His tongue sank between them, licking her inner
          folds with a slow, agonizing, delicious  rhythm, starting  at the
          bottom of  her vagina  and slowly moving up. His tongue got a bit
          higher every time, and  she tingled  with anticipation  as he got
          closer and  closer to her clitoris. She felt how her legs started
          to tremble. She wasn't thinking coherently any more.  She faintly
          realized that she was no longer in control of things, but that it
          didn't matter a bit.
               Then Marks caressing tongue reached the tip of her clit, and
          the jolt  of delight  it sent  to her  was almost like a physical
          shock. She felt how  the sheath  around it  slowly   retracted to
          expose the  swelling, extremely  sensitive tip. He ran his tongue
          around her pleasure button  a  few  times,  than  licked  the tip
          experimentally. His  touch was  as gentle as could be, but it was
          enough. She gasped, then let out a loud  moan. 'Oooohh..  yes! Go
          on!' she  breathed. Without  any conscious  decision on her part,
          her right hand moved towards his  head, and  pushed it  down even
          further  to  the  core  of  her  pleasure. The heat that had been
          radiating outward from her vagina now infused her whole body, and
          she  felt  how  her  orgasm  started  to  build  somewhere in her
          abdomen. She started breathing faster as the tension increased.
               Then the sensations  became  utterly  delicious.  She looked
          down between  her breasts,  and saw that Mark had taken the whole
          upper region of her vagina in his mouth. As his  tongue continued
          gently  licking  the  tip  of  her  clit, he gently sucked at her
          folds. The wet friction became almost  more than  she could bear.
          'Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes!' she breathed.
               Mark slowly  brought up  his fingers  to her slippery folds,
          gently caressed  them. He  moved up  his lips  until they covered
          only  her  pleasure  button,  then  started  gently, rhythmically
          sucking it, the tip of his  tongue now  resting against  the hot,
          hard nubbin. Laura pushed down his head even harder. Her pleasure
          mounted, became a wave spreading through her whole body, sweeping
          her away  with it.  Mark slowly  started moving his tongue again.
          Then, finally, the wet friction became too much.
               An intense  jolt  of  pleasure  hit  her,  centering  on her
          clitoris, engulfing her whole pubic region, and spreading outward
          to her thighs, her belly,  her  breasts,  then  back  towards her
          abdomen. Her back arched, the muscles in her thighs clenched, her
          legs locked  his head  like a  vise. Then  the fireworks started-
          great, spectacular  fireworks, and  her spasms inundated his face
          with the juices of her pleasure.
               Lights flashed before her eyes,  and  she  even  didn't hear
          herself cry  out in  delight. She'd never screamed when she'd had
          an orgasm before, but the pleasure  was so  overwhelming that she
          could not  control it.  When her muscles finally relaxed, she lay







          panting, exhausted, with her  eyes  closed.  Nothing  existed but
          her pleasure.  She sighed, the sensations ebbing slowly. She felt
          utterly content now, and when she opened her  eyes she  saw Marks
          face through a rosy haze. She weakly pulled his head down towards
          hers, and kissed him,  his face  wet against  her lips.  When she
          looked into  his eyes,  she clearly saw the genuine happiness his
          pleasure had brought him, and the warmth she felt inside was more
          than just sexual excitement.


               Laura's face  was more beautiful than anything Mark had ever
          seen. The warm, utterly  content  happiness  that  shone  from it
          almost  pierced  his  heart,  and  the fact that he had given her
          this happiness filled him  with  joy.  Vaguely  he  realized that
          he'd  never  felt  like  this  before. The usual analytic, almost
          cold way in which he normally approached life  had almost totally
          disappeared, and  he wasn't  exactly sure  what he  was left with
          instead of it. What he did know, however, was that it was absolu-
          tely unimportant.
               Laura's breath had calmed somewhat, and he bent over to kiss
          her again.  She stretched  luxuriously, her  body flowing against
          his like  that of  a cat. He became acutely aware of her heat she
          still radiated, and the fact that his erection had been  back for
          some time already.
               Her hand  slid over  his chest, then down towards his groin.
          'You seem to have recovered,'  she  said,  as  she  put  her hand
          around the  warmth of  his penis. He was so hard he almost ached,
          and he felt the head expand  even more  as she  gently rubbed her
          thumb over  it. Then her finger gently traced the slit, spreading
          the slippery, clear moisture  that had  flowed out  of it  in his
          excitement, smearing  it slowly  around the  sensitive rim of his
          head.
               'Yes, you have definitely  recovered,' she  observed. 'Well,
          so have  I.' She  sat up, then gently pushed him down on the bed,
          until he lay on his back,  his throbbing  penis standing straight
          up,  arching  slightly  backward,  nodding with the rhythm of his
          heartbeat. 'Right now?' he  asked. 'Yes...  Right now,'  she said
          dreamily. 'A girl is never more eager than when she just has, you
          know.' He hadn't really known, but it didn't matter.
               She sat up on  her knees,  moved to  straddle his  hips. She
          pulled  her  thighs  apart  with  both  her hands. Her labia were
          somewhat larger now than before her  orgasm, Mark  saw. They were
          still covered  with her  slippery fluids,  and so  were her inner
          thighs. She slowly let her  knees  slide  apart  across  the bed,
          spreading her  legs as  she did so. She took the tip of his penis
          in one hand, kept her labia  slightly parted  with the  thumb and
          forefinger  of  the  other,  and  carefully  put  the red, almost
          purple, head between her nether lips. Her warmth against him felt
          magnificent.  Then  she  pushed  gently,  his head slipped inside
          her, and he held his breath.
          She slowly lowered herself, impaling herself upon him.  His penis
          slid  deeper  into  her  vagina. The sensation was incredible! He
          felt the warm, soft, slippery membranes  part before  his head as
          she slid  down around  him, and it was as if he was caressed by a
          silk glove.  She lowered  herself further,  and he  felt her heat
          against  him  increase  as  he  slid  deeper inside her body, her
          wetness deliciously slipping down  around the  tip of  his penis,
          her  juices  flowing  out  of  her around his shaft. It felt like
          coming home.









               When he was finally buried in  her up  to the  hilt, hair on
          wet hair,  Laura spread  her legs as far as she could, taking him
          in even further. She arched her back, turned  her pelvis forward,
          and literally  rubbed herself  against him.  As she sucked in her
          breath with a sharp his, the movement caused  his penis  to slide
          in  and  out  of  her  very  slightly, and the sensation made him
          gasp. His hands rose of their own will, settled on  her hips, his
          fingers stroking her firm buttocks.
               Watching  her  like  this,  her eyes distant, the bright red
          blush on her face once more, she looked more beautiful than ever.
          Her young, firm breasts stood proudly out from her chest, and the
          possibilities they offered were almost immediately  clear to him.
          He  lifted  his  right  hand,  gently  stroked the outline of her
          breast with it, then rubbed the tip of his forefinger gently over
          the left  nipple. He  felt it harden under his touch, and watched
          as her nipples and areolae grew several shades darker. Instincti-
          vely, his  hips had  started to move up and down very slightly in
          anticipation of the movements they longed to make.
               Laura continued to rub  herself  against  him,  her pleasure
          button sliding over his pubic hair, wet from the fluids that were
          flowing down around his shaft. Sparks of pleasure  seemed to pass
          between her clit and where his hands stroked her nipples. She let
          out her breath with a long, low moan. Marks balls felt heavy, and
          a wonderful, warm feeling infused his abdomen.
               Laura  stopped  moving,  savoring  the  feeling  of  his hot
          hardness inside her. She liked to be on top, setting the pace, in
          charge of  things. She bent slowly forward, her clit touching his
          short, hard curls, and pleasure flowed through her.  His hands on
          her  nipples  sent  sparks  of  joy outward from her breasts, and
          again she moaned softly.  Then  she  started  rocking  her pelvis
          forward  and  backward,  slowly,  slowly, feeling the hot, smooth
          head of his penis slide against  her inner  membranes. She looked
          into  his  eyes  and  saw  her own pleasure reflected there. They
          seemed very close right now. He picked up her rhythm  as she rode
          him,  his  hips  slowly  moving  up  and down to meet her rocking
          pelvis, sending sparks of  pleasure through  her whole  body now.
          The tension  in her  underbelly started  to rise more rapidly, as
          they moved together.
               The sensations of her hot, slippery  wetness sliding against
          the tip of his penis made Mark almost delirious with pleasure. He
          saw her face, eyes closed now, trough the faint, red  haze of his
          brewing  orgasm.  She  was  more  beautiful than ever, her short,
          sandy hair  offsetting  the  high,  bright  blush  that  not only
          covered her  face and neck now, but her shoulders and part of her
          breasts as well. She moaned softly, then began  muttering softly,
          in a  rhythm that  matched her movements, 'Oh... oh.... oh...' as
          her pleasure increased even further.
               Laura wasn't thinking  coherently  anymore.  Nothing existed
          but her  pleasure, not only where their wet hot cores touched and
          slid together, but in her whole body now. She felt Marks pleasure
          rise as well, a peculiar unity causing her to feel his sensations
          match her own, their minds becoming one as  much as  their bodies
          were.  As  she  rode  him,  she  moved down her torso just a bit,
          increasing the rhythmic tension  on the  skin at  the top  of her
          slit.
               As she  bent down  slowly, Mark rose his head, licked one of
          her nipples, then took  it  between  his  lips.  Laura  gasped. A
          stream of  pleasure seemed  to connect her nipples and the top of
          her vagina, and the touch of his tongue sliding over  the tips of







          her breasts  was almost  more than  she could  take. She felt her
          orgasm building rapidly now, and  realized  that  it  wouldn't be
          long. Her breath became very rapid, almost panting.
               She put  a hand  on his  head, turned  his face toward hers.
          'Look at me,' she said. 'I want to see your  face when  we come.'
          He  lay  back,  his  eyes  on  hers, seeing the distant, slightly
          unfocused look of her  pleasure.  His  hands  moved  back  to her
          legs, stroked  the inside  of her  thighs where they didn't touch
          his hips, then slowly  moved over  to her  buttocks. He  felt the
          firm, taut  muscles play  under her  skin as she rocked her hips,
          her hot wet core sliding against his.
               His fingers slowly  spread  her  buttocks,  then  stoked the
          inside of  the cleft  between them. Laura gasped, the pleasure of
          his fingers on that sensitive area adding to  the sensations that
          his hard, smooth head caused inside her. She let out a long moan,
          as her clitoris seemed to emit  sparks, igniting  an explosion in
          her vagina. A shock wave of pleasure moved outward from her groin
          through her legs, her  belly, her  nipples. The  orgasm tensed up
          every muscle, her legs clamping his hips. She came with her whole
          body. The pleasure was complete.
               Mark saw her eyes grow unfocused as she  moaned, and  then a
          ring of  muscles rhythmically clasped the head of his penis, that
          had been on the verge of explosion. She  gripped and  stroked him
          as in  a satin glove, and the pleasure became unbearable. The tip
          of his penis seemed to expand, his legs  tensed, his  hips thrust
          upwards, and  with a gasp he exploded deep inside her. The orgasm
          was more intense than  anything  else  he'd  had  ever  felt, the
          pleasure blotting  out all  thought, all  other sensations, until
          only their pleasure existed. He  jetted  thick,  hot  spurts deep
          into her  spasming body, his hips jerking. It seemed to go on and
          on. Time  didn't exist  anymore on  those waves  of pure, intense
          pleasure, and  he became aware of her mind inside his, as much as
          he was inside her. As she sank down exhausted, laying down on his
          chest,  their  minds  were  as  close  as  their  bodies,  linked
          together.
               They remained like that  for quite  some time,  eyes closed,
          until  finally  the  beating  of  their hearts slowed, and normal
          breathing became  once more  possible. They  kissed, looking deep
          into each  others eyes. There was no need for talk. Anything they
          could have said to each other  they both  knew already:  how this
          intimacy  was   infinitely  better  than  Mark  could  ever  have
          imagined, how he had  given Laura  more pleasure  than she'd ever
          experienced. They lay there for a long, long time.

                                     *   *   *

               Mark realized that he had slept when he awoke. Laura's warm,
          smooth body was laying against his, her breath  going slowly now.
          He felt  tranquil, peaceful, utterly content. He smelled the soft
          fragrance of  her short,  sandy hair  as she  lay utterly relaxed
          against him.  There was no thought, there was no need. Just being
          there, Laura close against him, was enough. He sighed.
               She stirred, gently moved against him, opened her  eyes. The
          calm,  satisfied  happiness  there  seemed to answer his own. She
          smiled dreamily at him.
               Then he  remembered, and  he chuckled.  'What's the matter?'
          she asked curiously. Mark smiled. 'I'm afraid we forgot all about
          that coffee,' he observed. Her eyes went wide, a look of surprise
          on her  face. 'I believe you're right,' she answered. 'Well, it's
          probably gone stale now.' She smiled.  'What the  hell. Who needs







          coffee anyway?'  She kissed him again. 'This was much better than
          I'd imagined,' he said. 'I know,'  she replied.  For a  moment it
          seemed that she wanted to say more, then, apparently, she changed
          her mind.
               'How was your first time?' he  asked curiously.  He suddenly
          found that  he wanted  to know  her better.  Having been so close
          with her so recently, he now longed to get closer to her in other
          ways as well.
               'My first  time...' she  mused. 'Well, it wasn't really very
          good. I had just left home  at the  time... I  wanted to  go into
          computer tech,  and Dad  was furious.  So I let myself get rushed
          into things, I guess... Perhaps I'll  tell you  someday.' A brief
          look of pain crossed her face.
               'I'm sorry,  Laura,' Mark  said. 'I  didn't mean to open any
          old wounds.' She looked  into his  eyes, her  face sober. 'That's
          all right.  Time wounds  all heels,  I think.'  She stared at the
          wall for a few moments. 'It's just that Dad and I never got along
          well together.  I used  to wish  that I was a boy, so that I just
          could do whatever I  wanted  to.  But  it  didn't  turn  out like
          that...' She  sighed. Mark put his arm around her, his other hand
          turning her face toward  his. 'I'm  very glad  that you're  not a
          boy,' he  told her  firmly. He touched her nipple with the tip of
          his finger, felt it  harden. 'Definitely,'  he added.  She smiled
          fondly  at  him.  'Yes...  me  too,'  she whispered, and then she
          kissed him.


               They lay like that  for a  few minutes,  holding each other,
          simply  enjoying  each  others  presence. Then Laura shivered. 'I
          should have turned up  the  thermostat.  I'm  getting  cold,' she
          said. She  freed her left arm, let it drop down to the floor, and
          rummaged in the heap of clothes that had piled up  there. Finally
          she managed to locate her checkered blouse and dig it up. She sat
          up on her knees, put on  the blouse,  and rose.  'Just a moment,'
          she said,  as she disappeared around the book case that served as
          a partition between the bed and her workshop. He hear  her switch
          off the  coffee maker.  Then she  walked over  to the wall at the
          foot of the bed where the thermostat was mounted, and turned it a
          few notches higher.
               As  she  did  so,  the  sight  of  her  hit Mark full in the
          stomach. Her nudity was  partially  concealed  by  the unbuttoned
          blouse, the hem of it covering the upper inch - but not more - of
          her buttocks and her  short pubic  curls. As  she moved slightly,
          the  front  of  her  blouse  fell open, and he caught tantalizing
          glimpses of her breasts. Praxiteles would have gone wild with the
          sight of her.
               The whole  pose was so agonizing, so incredibly erotic, that
          Mark felt himself harden immediately. Her partial nudity was even
          more beautiful  than she  had been  when she  had laid completely
          naked before him. He forced himself to breathe.
               She slowly walked back to the bed, her  loose-hanging blouse
          concealing and  revealing her  body as she moved. Then she looked
          down at the hard, throbbing proof of his lust. Her  grin was like
          the sun  rising. 'You  know, I'm  really cold...'  she said. 'Why
          don't you see if you can warm me a bit?' She sat down on  the bed
          where he still lay.
               Mark held  out his  hand. She  took it, and let him pull her
          closer. He kissed her, stroking her shoulders through  the fabric
          of her  blouse. She  made no  move to  take it  off, and Mark was
          secretly glad that she didn't. He slowly parted the front  of her







          blouse, and  slowly stroked her shoulders inside it, her breasts,
          her waist, her back. She looked  absolutely breathtaking, sitting
          there beside  him. The  parts of  her body  that were now more or
          less concealed were somehow full of a delicious promise.
               She turned her head and thoughtfully looked at his erection.
          'You seem  to be  way ahead  of me,' she noticed. 'Would you give
          me a chance to gain on you?' 'Sure,'  he said.  'What exactly did
          you have  in mind?'  'This, she  answered. She got up, sat on her
          knees on the bed beside his  head, then  lifted her  right leg to
          straddle his face, which she held gently in her hands. 'I get the
          idea,' Mark smiled. He was delighted. Now he  could both  work on
          her pleasure  and look at her where she said on top of him, still
          wearing the unbuttoned blouse. Her smell was a heady aphrodisiac.


               Laura slowly let her knees slide  apart, lowering  her torso
          gently upon  Marks face.  He put  his hands on her spread thighs,
          his thumbs slowly stroking the inside of them as the  slit of her
          vagina, already  moist again, slowly approached his waiting lips,
          closer and closer.
               She was delighted with his  reaction.  She  knew  that being
          partially naked  could have  a devastating effect, even more than
          total nudity, and she had decided to keep  wearing her  blouse on
          purpose.  The  effect  it  had  on  him  was very satisfying, she
          decided. She knew that she looked sexy now, as he  looked up from
          where he  lay with  his face  between her  smooth, spread thighs,
          looking up to see her sex, her belly,  and her  breasts framed by
          the blouse.  She looked  down and  saw how  the tip of his tongue
          slowly crept to her clit, getting closer and  closer. She stopped
          lowering  her  body,  teasing  both him and herself by postponing
          what was to come. He extended  his tongue  even further,  the tip
          full of  promise, and her excitement rose in anticipation. Unable
          to restrain herself any  longer,  she  slowly  spread  her thighs
          further, until  his tongue  reached the  lower part of her folds.
          The touch was electric,  infusing her  with delicious sensations.
          As  his  fingers  stoked  her  inner thighs, she crept closer and
          closer, his tongue probing  her most  intimate folds,  deeper and
          deeper.
               His tongue was able to reach her pleasure button now, but it
          didn't.  Instead  he  continued  licking  her   slit  with  long,
          luxurious swipes,  carefully keeping  away from the clit. Then he
          started teasing  her, licking  her a  fraction of  an inch higher
          every time,  slowly working towards the clit. Her juices added to
          the moisture of his tongue, wetting his face.  Her button tingled
          in anticipation  now. Then he stopped, and she looked down to see
          the tip of his extended tongue  creeping towards  the top  of her
          slit. It came closer, closer, until the separation was reduced to
          only a fraction of an inch. Her anticipation became agonizing and
          utterly wonderful  at the  same time, and she watched how the tip
          of his tongue slowly closed the small gap.  The contact  made her
          gasp. Her  back arched,  and a  long, slow  moan escaped her. She
          pressed her sex down  upon  his  mouth,  that  was  wet  with her
          excitement now, and he let his tongue slide across the tip of her
          clitoris with a gentle  rubbing movement.  Her hands  clasped the
          back of his head, determined never to let go.


               Mark  felt  her  excitement  rise  to  match his own. He had
          become quite sensitive  to  the  pattern  of  her  movements, her
          breathing, and  the play  of her  muscles under his hands. He was







          pretty close to bursting with lust  by now.  The sight  of her as
          she sat  upon him  was the  most erotic he'd ever seen. He looked
          up from the hot core of her vagina where his  tongue gave  her so
          much pleasure,  across the  creamy expanse  of her  belly, to the
          outline of her breasts above him. Her chest heaved, and where the
          movements  of  her  blouse  revealed  the tips of her breasts, he
          could clearly  see  the  nipples  standing  firmly  out  from the
          center,  swollen  with  excitement.  The  blouse framed the whole
          picture in a tantalizing, delicious way.
               He put his lips around her  clit and  sucked it  slowly. She
          moaned, pressing down her groin. He realized she wouldn't be able
          to hold out much  longer. He  withdrew his  head, looked  up. She
          gazed down  to meet  his eyes.  'Now?' he asked. She nodded, then
          slowly pushed herself up from his wet face. He pushed  himself up
          as she  lay down  beside him.  He gently  rolled her  over on her
          back. Then he put his arm around her  and kissed  her, resting on
          his elbows, his body above hers.
               Her hands  urged him  on as  she spread  her legs to receive
          him. She took his penis, guided  it  to  her  hot,  wet  core and
          placed the  tip of him between her outer folds. His hands were on
          her breasts, playing over her hard, sensitive nipples.


               Mark gently lowered his hips. The  tip of  his penis slipped
          inside  her,  and  the  muscles  of her vagina seemed to grip it,
          pulling, urging him to go on.  He slid  into her  gently, slowly,
          enjoying the  delicious sensation  of her wet, slippery membranes
          parting before him. It went on and on,  until he  was buried deep
          inside her,  the short hard curls of his pubic hair meeting hers.
          She spread her thighs even further,  and  he  slid  into  her for
          another half  inch! He felt how wet and slippery she gripped him,
          held him captive inside her.
               She put her arms  around him,  pulled him  close, and kissed
          him hard.  They kissed like that for what seemed an eternity, not
          moving, bodies pressed  together,  their  tongues  exploring each
          other. After  that long,  long time,  Mark pushed  himself up and
          gazed down upon her as she lay under him. The happiness radiating
          from her  face fulfilled  a need  in him  so deep  that he hadn't
          known it was there. He put his hands on her nipples again, slowly
          rubbed those hard, beautiful nubbins with his thumbs. He drank in
          the sight of her as she lay on her back, his hardness deep inside
          her, her  upper body  framed by  the blouse  that now lay rumpled
          around her. He kissed her again, his hands on her  nipples. Laura
          arched  her  back  in  the  pure  delight  that  infused her, his
          ministrations sending sparks of lust trough her chest and belly.
               Mark began  to move  very slowly.  He withdrew  from her for
          just a  fraction of  an inch, feeling how her sexual core gripped
          him, almost reluctant to  let  him  go.  The  he  advanced again,
          savoring the sensations the wet slippery friction gave him. Laura
          moved up her legs, then folded them around the small  of his back
          to  hold  him  captive.  Laura  felt how his hot, smooth hardness
          moved inside her, how  his lust  fit into  hers, and  she started
          moving with  him. The  familiar tension in her underbelly started
          to mount, and she increased her  movements to  match it.  The wet
          friction  where  they  touched  engulfed them both with delirious
          pleasure. Mark withdrew from her until  his only  the tip  of him
          was still  inside her,  held captive  by her  soft, warm wetness.
          Then Laura  thrusted  her  pelvis  upward  to  meet  him,  and he
          advanced   again, gently  pushing down, re-entering her, until he
          was once again deep inside her. They paused  for a  fraction of a







          second, enjoying  the sensations, then repeating the whole thing.
          They moved as one.
               They took much longer coming  this  time.  Her  breasts were
          soft, lovely cushions under his chest, his hands still upon them.
          They were very close then, their minds touching as well  as their
          bodies,  their  faces  close  together,  sharing  the same space,
          breathing the same air.  Their  excitement  rose  higher, higher,
          until  it  finally  hit  them  both,  and they cried out in their
          release. It was more like a short, sharp burst, much more intense
          this time,  like a  blue, hot flame, like a star going supernova.
          Then, at last, they both lay there exhausted,  utterly satisfied.
          Once again they experienced that peculiar unity that linked their
          minds, and somehow, at that moment, they really  knew each other,
          and they both knew that they would never be the same again.
               Later, they slept.

                                    *   *   *

               Mark  woke  quite  late  the  other morning. He woke slowly,
          drifting, drifting, until finally he was there. He lay there with
          his  eyes  closed,  when  he  realized  that  he heard the shower
          running. Memory made its way home from places unknown, and  as he
          moved, the ache in his muscles confirmed that it was all true. He
          felt deliriously happy.
               Mark  usually  managed  to  get  through  that  black period
          between  getting  up  and  his  second  cup  of coffee by telling
          himself that tomorrow might be better. But today,  he felt great.
          It had  to do  with not  being alone  anymore, and happiness, and
          more complex things he hadn't analyzed yet. He was happy, and for
          the moment that was enough. He opened his eyes.
               Laura stepped  out of  the shower,  her skin glowing, drying
          her short, damp hair with a  green  towel.  'I  thought  you were
          going to  sleep all  day,' she  remarked as he sat up on the bed.
          She walked over where  he sat  and kissed  him. 'I  think there's
          still some  hot water  left for  you,' she smiled. 'Use my tooth-
          brush. We've already shared our bacteria anyway.'
               As Mark turned on the  hot  water,  he  heard  the asthmatic
          respirations of  the coffee maker coming from the kitchenette. He
          sighed happily. Somehow, he had a feeling that  things were going
          to work out very well.

                                    *   *   *

               And Laura  and Mark did get along very well after that. They
          found how they enjoyed each others  company, how  they could give
          each other  pleasure, and  other, even better things as well. But
          that's another story. I might write it down some day.

