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          Before we  get down  to the  story, let's have a brief intro. Skip
          it if you like.
          This story is a  sequel to  one I  wrote before.  When I  typed in
          that one,  I intended to write some kind of sequel someday, but as
          it happened, this one came much  sooner  than  I  intended  to. At
          least, I  started sooner. It took much longer to write it, though.
          While the  first  part  sort  of  created  itself,  this  one kept
          kicking and  screaming all  the way  - I tried to drag it into the
          general direction of what I had in mind,  but the  damn thing kept
          resisting. Maybe  this needed  to come out, too, but I had trouble
          putting it into words. But I have no choice but  to take  it as it
          comes. Neither  do you. There seems to be some obscure therapeutic
          value in this. Or so it seems  to  me.  Never  mind,  it  was fun.
          Apparently I've  found a  new vice,  or rather, it has found me. I
          should have expected it, I guess.  If  you haven't  seen the first
          part,  you  might  want  to  read  that  one  first.  The  name is
          identical, except for the different version  number. I  think this
          one is  pretty good,  too. Though there will never again be a very
          first time. <grin> I've changed the style a bit since  part 1. I'm
          experimenting a bit with it, and I'll just have to get the feel of
          everything in the process.
          Again, this is a  work of  fiction. I  take no  responsibility for
          the effect  the sexually  explicit contents  of this text may have
          on you.  It's  more  than  just  a  bit  of  sweat-and-grunt work,
          though. The  personalities involved  herein are highly complex, as
          in real life, and as you  probably know,  the interactions between
          two  people   often  involves   more  than  the  friction  between
          membranes  and  the  exchange  of  bodily  fluids.  This idealized
          fantasy does  not mention  safe sex.  In real life that could very
          well kill you or others, so don't get any ideas.

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          Mark put down the soldering iron  and leaned  back. His  eyes felt
          gritty.  He  looked  at  the  contraption on the breadboard before
          him, wondering if it would really work. It  should, but  you never
          know until  you try. It looked like most breadboard setups, a huge
          spaghetti mass of wire hiding a haphazard array of components.
          He  wearily  rubbed  his  eyes,  feeling  a  dull  throbbing  pain
          between his  shoulder blades.  The idea  to work on this multi-CPU
          project together had seemed a good idea at  the time,  but sitting
          behind  the   workbench  for   nine  solid   hours  had  virtually
          demolished him.
          Laura, sitting beside him, stared at the monitor  screen in silent
          frustration. When  she noticed  that he  had finished, she finally
          exploded. "Would you look at that performance index?  The overhead
          from the  scheduler is  killing me...  I mean,  we're only running
          single tasks now, and  the  overhead  is  over  point  forty! This
          isn't going to work..." She bashed her keyboard, trying to improve
          the software setup she was working on, cursing under her breath.
          Mark let her  fume  for  a  minute,  until  she  just  sat staring
          despiritedly at  the screen.  "Did you link in that driver I asked
          you about?" he asked. "Sure," she snapped. "What  do you  think is
          causing all this damned overhead anyway?"
          She sighed,  then made  a face at herself and sighed. "Sorry," she
          apologized. "We've  been at  this too  long, I  think." She looked
          over  the  contraption  on  his  breadboard  with  a kind of weary
          apprehension. "Now, what's that supposed to do?"
          "What does it look  like?" Mark  replied. "Like  a road accident,"
          she  said  dryly.  "I  told  you,  I  don't  recognize many analog




          components." Mark reached over the workbench, got hold  of a piece
          of thin  fibre optic  cable with small plastic connectors. "It's a
          hispeed optical data link... at least, I hope it meets  the timing
          specs. It should be able to pump data across the backbone at about
          a hundred megabytes per second. That driver doesn't  get any input
          right now,  and the  timeouts are  slowing down  the system. Let's
          see..." He ran his finger across the rail at the left side  of the
          systems front  panel. The  large PCB  rack was  plugged about half
          full with boards, connected by a heap of cables that looked like a
          nest of copulating pythons.
          He  found  the  contacts  he  was looking for, then took two small
          plastic components from a small box marked 'Transceiver'  in black
          felt pen.  After checking  the contact numbers again, he carefully
          inserted the pins into the  connectors  on  two  different boards.
          "That should  do it,"  he said,  checking an  array of LEDs. "I've
          connected transceivers directly at  the  main  bus  now.  I really
          think this  should work..."  He checked  his work  once more, then
          took the thin  loop  of  fibre  optics  and  inserted  one  of the
          connectors into  a small hole in the transceiver, until it snapped
          in place with a soft click. The other end of the cable went into a
          similar receptacle  on the  bread board.  "OK," he muttered. "Here
          goes the smoke test." He reached  over the  workbench and switched
          on the power supply.
          A short  beep came  from the  terminal standing on a corner of the
          crowded  workbench.  Then  a  steady  stream  of  numbers scrolled
          across the  screen. Green LEDs began to blink on several boards in
          the PCB rack. "Bingo!" Mark said.  "At least,  I think.  Now let's
          see  how  the  software  holds  out..."  Beside him, Laura started
          tapping her keys with machine gun speed, then leaned back  with an
          extatic look  on her  face. "Overhead's  back down to normal," she
          said. "Now let's try it." She started typing  again, then switched
          on another monitor. A colorful graphics image started to build up,
          gradually outlining a fractal  shape. Laura  stared at  it, almost
          hypnotized.
          "That  usually  takes  at  least  four  to  five hours," she said.
          "Would you  look at  that?" She  halted the  program, then started
          feeding a  new set  of parameters  into it. "What are you trying?"
          Mark asked. He knew quit a bit about  programming, but  when Laura
          was at  it he  could hardly  follow her. "I'm starting something I
          never could finish because it took  too long,"  she replied  a bit
          absent-mindedly.  "This  should  run  for  at  least a few hours."
          "Good," Mark said, pushing back his chair. "It's time for  a break
          anyway." He  switched off  the monitor,  rose, and stretched a few
          times.
          The room looked like  a typical  hackers morning  after. Reference
          books  and  data  sheets  littered  the  floor, along with several
          yards of printout and sheets with  scribbled diagrams  and scratch
          versions of  source code. A dozen floppies, an empty pizza box and
          several dirty coffee mugs completed  the  scene.  Mark  started to
          move  some  of  the  stuff  into  a somewhat-organized heap. Laura
          turned her chair  around,  extended  her  right  foot,  and neatly
          kicked over  the stack  of books he'd made. "Let's do that later,"
          she told him. "Next time we do this, remind me to stop  sooner. My
          back is killing me."
          She rose  also, then moaned. She put her hands on the small of her
          back and stretched, making a face. "Could I  negotiate a  back rub
          out of  you?" she asked him. "That depends," he replied, eying her
          speculatively. Laura sighed. "I'm too tired to haggle  right now,"
          she told  him. "You rub my back, and I rub yours. Or whatever part
          you want rubbed..." She  started walking  around the  apartment to




          stretch her  legs. "It's a deal," he said. He held out is arm when
          she walked past him, put it around her neck and  pulled her close,
          then kissed  her. She  flowed against him like she always did, her
          eyes closed. "Mmmmm," she sighed. "I  think it  wasn't such  a bad
          idea after  all to  team up  with you,  you know..." He kissed her
          again. Time passed. "How about that back rub?"  she asked somewhat
          later. "Why  not?" Mark  replied. He let go of her, walked over to
          the kitchenette and drew a cup of hot water. From  the bathroom he
          fetched a  small bottle  of massage oil, which he put into the cup
          to warm.

                         *  *  *

          When Mark  and Laura  met for  the first  time, a  couple of weeks
          ago, they  had hit it off together right from the start. Mark, who
          still had trouble believing  that  it  all  really  was  true, was
          amazed  at  how  well  they  fit  each  other. They were very much
          alike, sharing many interests  and passions,  and their characters
          matched almost  perfect, supplementing  each other  where they did
          not. In the past few  weeks  they  had  grown  to  understand each
          other, and  they had  developed a  relaxed, open behavior, both at
          ease with the other. And  though  they  were  such  a  good match,
          Laura was  deliciously different,  and Mark was very fond of that,
          too.
          He liked Laura's decisive,  often almost  masculine character. She
          usually knew  what she  wanted and then did it. He himself, on the
          other hand, had never felt that he always should be  in control of
          everything, and  since Laura didn't expect anything like that from
          him, he felt wonderfully  at ease  with her,  unlike anything he'd
          ever  experienced  with  a  girl  before.  Not  that  he  was  too
          experienced before they met.
          While Mark  was busy  heating the  oil to  body temperature, Laura
          stiffly walked  over to the bed, trying to work a few kinks out of
          her cramped muscles with  little success.  The bed  stood behind a
          partition that  was formed by a closet with long shelves, that had
          been positioned so that it separated  the one  room apartment into
          what she liked to call the workshop and the bedroom.
          She  stretched  again,  her  faded  Comdex t-shirt taut around her
          breasts,  so  that  her  nipples  came  peeping  through  the thin
          fabric. She  hardly wore  bra's anymore these days. The effect her
          breasts, bare under a thin shirt or blouse,  had on  Mark was very
          interesting,  and  she'd  hate  to  spoil it. She pulled the shirt
          over her head and tossed it into a corner. She  didn't feel  up to
          tidiness right  now. Her  soft-worn blue jeans followed the shirt,
          tiny, blue panties went  the same  way. She  lay down  on the bed,
          rolled  over  on  her  belly,  folding her arms until her forehead
          rested upon them.
          'Are  you   about  ready?"   Mark  asked   from  the  kitchenette.
          "Hmmmm...", she  replied lazily.  "Just a moment..." She heard him
          rummage around in the bathroom for  a  few  seconds,  and  then he
          stepped  over  to  the  bed  with  a  towel and the bottle of warm
          massage oil. Laura had been teaching Mark the  art of  massage for
          about two  weeks now,  and the effort was already beginning to pay
          off. Mark seemed to have talent, and Laura was a  firm believer in
          sybaritic luxury when she felt like it.
          "Get up,  lazy,", Mark  said. She  did so,  then helped him spread
          the towel on the bed before  lying back  down upon  it. She closed
          her eyes  and relaxed as Mark poured just a little of the warm oil
          on her shoulder blades. Then he  put down  the bottle  and went to
          work.  With  both  his  hand  he  spread the oil over her back and




          shoulders, rubbed it gently into the skin. Then he started rubbing
          her shoulders  with a  bit more pressure, kneading the tension out
          of her muscles. He worked out  from her  neck and  spine, down and
          outward  across  her  back,  shoulders, and upper arms. Laura felt
          the  wariness  flow  out  of  her,  making  occasional  sounds  of
          comfort.
          Mark  paused  to  take  off  his shirt, lamenting the fact that in
          this world  it was  always the  men that  had to  do the sweating.
          Then he  added more  oil and  continued with  her lower back, this
          time rubbing in long, slow strokes. He worked his way  down to her
          buttocks, which  he gave even more attention, until finally he was
          working on the back of her legs, again kneading the last traces of
          tension out  of her  muscles. Laura  felt totally  relaxed by now,
          reluctant to move.
          "OK, turn around," Mark said. Laura,  her forehead  resting on her
          folded arms,  smiled in delight. She's been afraid that Mark might
          have been too tired, but so far things were promising.  She lazily
          got up,  moving slowly  not to  loose the utterly relaxed feeling,
          and turned around on the towel. When Mark rubbed Laura's  back, it
          was  good,  but  when  he  rubbed  her  front, it was usually even
          better.
          This time Mark poured oil on his hands,  then started  rubbing her
          shoulders and  upper arms. He worked his way down across her upper
          torso, moving around the  breasts as  he always  did. He  poured a
          little oil into her belly button, gently stroked, then rubbed, her
          stomach and belly. He went on  down, kneading  the muscles  in her
          hips and  thighs, first  rubbing the  outside, then  the inside of
          them. As he neared  her groin,  his movements  became more gentle,
          until he  was merely  stroking the  inside of  her thighs with his
          palms and fingers. Laura  moaned  softly,  then  gently stretched,
          enjoying the sensations. A warm, familiar feeling started to build
          in her abdomen.
          Marks hands slowly worked their  way  up  again  across  her hips,
          belly and  stomach, until  he came  to her upper torso again, this
          time more stroking than rubbing.  Finally  his  moving  hands were
          touching  the  underside  of  her breasts, and Laura sighed. Marks
          hands started moving around the outline  of her  breasts, touching
          them,  brushing  against  them,  drawing  circles  around them. He
          gradually let  his  hands  cover  more  and  more  area,  until he
          stroked across  the skin of her young, firm breasts with the palms
          of his hands, circling her areolae.
          Laura's breasts weren't large, but they  were firm  and sensitive.
          The feeling  of his  hands across  her skin right there gave Laura
          goose bumps of pleasure as he slowly, slowly  approached the tips.
          Then  his  hand  brushed  her  right nipple, and she sucked in her
          breath with a sharp hiss. Mark now moved  both his  hands to cover
          the  tips  of  her  breasts,  her nipples sliding against the oily
          palms of  his hands.  Laura arched  her back,  a wonderful feeling
          spreading  outward  from  her  breasts  to  her belly. Mark gently
          rubbed her nipples, first with the palms of  his hands,  then with
          his  thumbs,  and  felt  how  those  tiny  buds  swelled under his
          ministrations, grew hard and even more sensitive. Laura  lay under
          his  hands  with  her  eyes  closed,  enjoying the pleasure of his
          strokes, that were both relaxing and exciting at the same time.
          Finally, Marks movements slowed down, and  Laura opened  her eyes,
          feeling utterly  relaxed, her  wariness replaced  with new energy.
          And more.  When she  moved, she  felt the  moisture spread between
          her labia.
          "Your  turn,"  she  told  him,  sitting  up  on  the  towel.  Mark
          unbuckled his belt, got out of  his jeans  and shorts,  and kicked




          them  under  the  bed.  He  wasn't  wearing  any socks, not having
          planned to go outside. He took Laura's place on the towel, and she
          went to  work on  his back  as he had done on hers. Laura was more
          skilled than he was,  and she  seemed instinctively  to know which
          muscles  needed  exactly  so  much  pressure  and  rubbing. A lazy
          relaxation came over him as she worked her way down to the back of
          his legs.  Then he felt how her hands, kneading the muscles in his
          thighs, brushed, then deliberately stroked the inside of his legs.
          The  tips  of  her  fingers  ran  across  his scrotum, and he felt
          himself harden against the towel. By the time she told him to turn
          around, he had a full erection.
          "Well well,"  she said,  eying the  result of her work. "So you're
          not so tired after all... That's  interesting." "I  recover fast,"
          he replied  dryly. "So I've noticed." She smiled. Then she started
          rubbing the front of his shoulders, working down across his chest,
          occasionally  adding  a  bit  of  oil.  Then  she  turned  around,
          straddled his chest while she faced his feet, and started kneading
          the front  of his  thighs. Mark  enjoyed the sight of her back and
          buttocks for a few moments, then put his  hands on  her still oily
          back and  started rubbing  it again.   Laura worked her way across
          his thighs toward his crotch, closing in on his hard  penis, until
          he felt  her hands  drawing circles around it. Finally she started
          stroking his  scrotum  again,  this  time  cupping  his  balls and
          touching the base of his shaft. She gently pulled back the skin to
          expose the swollen head,  as she  always did,  then rubbed  up and
          down his  hot hardness  a few  times. His  hands played across the
          small of her back, then moved down to  the cleft  of her buttocks.
          He gently  ran his  fingers across it a few times, barely touching
          the moist bottom of her vaginal slit with the tips  of his fingers
          between her thighs before moving upwards again.
          They  went  on  like  that  for a minute, playing with each other,
          Mark stroking her buttocks  as  she  sat  with  her  thighs spread
          across  his  chest,  Laura  gently  stroking the hard shaft of his
          penis, the tips of her  fingers  running  around  the  rim  of his
          head. Then she got up.
          "Mark?" she  said thoughtfully.  "Remember yesterday  when you put
          your finger between my buttocks, and I came almost at  once?" "I'm
          not  too  likely  to  forget  that,"  he  laughed.  "I  think  the
          scratches are still on  my back."  "Don't be  a sissy.  You didn't
          loose enough  blood to  need a  transfusion. But that's not what I
          mean. What I'm talking about is,  you've  never  made  love  to me
          there before.  I think I'd really like to...." She turned her head
          around, looked at him over her  shoulder. "Would  you do  that for
          me? I  know you'll  be gentle." Her expression became serious. "If
          you'd do it too hard, it would  hurt,  but  I  know  you  won't do
          that... "
          Mark  hadn't  really  thought  about  making  love  to her asshole
          before, mainly because he  was still  very much  interested in her
          other hole.  But he'd do anything to give her pleasure, and if she
          wanted him to, he was more then willing to try it. He told her so,
          and the  smile on  her face  was like  the sun coming up. "OK," he
          said, "Why don't you let me get up?"
          Laura moved from her position across  his  body,  and  he  sat up,
          then  got  up  on  his  knees.  Laura took his place on the towel,
          lying down on her  belly. A  deep red  blush started  on her face.
          Mark  reached  down  to  the  floor and took the bottle of massage
          oil. He spread her buttocks with the thumb  and forefinger  of one
          hand, then  liberally poured  oil into  the cleft between them. He
          put down the bottle, then gently pulled up  her hips  from the bed
          with both  hands. Laura,  taking the  cue, worked herself up until




          she sat on the bed on  her knees,  her head  still resting  on her
          elbows, so  that her  shapely ass was raised before him. He gently
          pulled apart her cheeks, saw the  small, brown  hole between them.
          He  ran  his  fingers  across  the cleft a few times, covering the
          inside of each cheek and her  starry hole  in the  middle with the
          warm oil.
          Mark realized  that he'd have to be very, very gentle, or he would
          hurt her. He inserted the head of his penis between  her buttocks,
          until it was positioned right before the small, brown hole between
          them. He gently pushed forward, his hands on  her hips,  his shaft
          lubricated by the oil.
          There was  a bit  of resistance, but not too much. He gently eased
          his way inside, until  he felt  how the  tip of  his penis slipped
          inside her.  It felt  tight, but  not unpleasant. He gently pushed
          on. "Slowly, slowly..." Laura cautioned him. She wiggled  her butt
          a bit,  letting him  slip around inside her, until she was able to
          relax. He slided on, very gently, pausing to  let her  relax every
          half inch  or so. Finally he was inside her all the way. He pulled
          her cheeks apart with his thumbs, slid in another fraction.
          "How does it feel?" he asked.  "Tight," she  responded, "tight but
          good." He  moved his  hips experimentally, slipping out of her and
          back in just a  fraction  of  an  inch.  "Yes,  that's  good," she
          whispered. "Slowly,  slowly..." She removed one arm from under her
          chin, where she had been leaning her head on it,  and reached back
          between her  thighs. Mark  could see  her hand  starting to make a
          slow, rubbing movement, while she sat there, kneeled before him.
          "There has to be a better  way to  do this,"  he muttered. "What?"
          "I don't  know... let  me think  for a  moment..." Then he had it.
          "Would you let me try something?"  He moved  his hands  across her
          hips, holding  himself firmly  inside. "Now sit up, carefully," he
          told her. She did so, until she sat  before him,  her back against
          his chest.  Then he  sat down slowly, pulling her hips with him as
          he did so, until she sat  on his  butt with  Laura sitting  in his
          lap. He  leaned back  even further, taking her with him, until she
          was leaning upon his chest, his hard penis still buried  up to the
          hilt inside her asshole.
          He  put  his  hands  on  her  thighs,  gently  pulled  them apart,
          spreading  his  own  legs  as  well.  Finally  satisfied  with the
          result, he  asked "How  about this?"  She now  sat in his lap, his
          penis deep inside her body, his spread legs under hers,  his hands
          on her  thighs. He  gently moved  his pelvis, withdrawing from her
          hole a bit, then relaxin until he slid back inside. It went almost
          effortless, and  it left  both their hands free. He started moving
          slowly, working his way  out and  in a  fraction of  an inch. "Oh,
          yes,  this  is  really  great!"  Laura said with delight. As Marks
          hands started playing over  the inside  of her  thighs, she spread
          the outer  lips of  her vagina  with one  hand, and started gently
          stroking the stem of  her  clitoris  with  the  forefinger  of the
          other. Her  labia were  already wet and slippery, but her clit was
          still dry. She dipped her finger into the  clear slimy  fluid that
          leaked  out  of  her  slit  and  smeared her clitoris with it. She
          touched the sensitive tip  of it  once, then  started rhythmically
          stroking the stem.
          The delightful  sensations of  Marks hard penis sliding in and out
          of her asshole connected with  the  wonderful,  warm  feeling that
          started  to  build  in  the  region of her vagina. Her whole groin
          rapidly became an area  of pleasure.  She realized  that this time
          it  wouldn't  take  long.  She continued stroking her clit gently,
          like only she could, like she  had  done  so  often  in  the past.
          Masturbation had  been her  only relief  from sexual tension for a




          long time, and she had  learned  a  lot  about  the  way  her body
          reacted  when  she  touched  the  right  spots. She let her middle
          finger slip into her vagina, felt  how slippery  and wet  she was.
          She moved  the tip  of her finger inward, pushed up, gently rubbed
          the magic spot. The  tension in  her clit  increased rapidly, like
          static electricity before a thunderstorm.
          Mark kept  moving slowly  inside her  asshole. It was much tighter
          then her vagina, but not  unpleasant,  and  he  felt  the familiar
          sensations  beginning  to  build  in  his  penis. He bent his head
          sideways, until he was able to  look down  along Laura's  waist to
          see what  her fingers  were doing.  His back ached a bit as he did
          so, but he knew it wouldn't be long.  The sight  of Laura, sitting
          in his  lap, masturbating  while he  had his penis deep inside her
          asshole, excited him enormously.  Unbidden, his  hands slid across
          the inside of her thighs to her crotch, pulled her legs even wider
          until his  fingers reached  her nether  lips. Laura  moved her own
          hands a  bit, allowing  him to  stroke her  labia, the tips of his
          fingers running up and down along them. Then  his right  hand took
          over the  task of  keeping her lips apart, and her free hand moved
          up to her breasts and started rubbing her nipples.
          Laura's stroking finger moved  faster and  faster across  the stem
          of her  clitoris as  she neared  orgasm. The  pleasure was peaking
          rapidly now. The sensations from her  asshole, vagina  and nipples
          added  up  to  a  terrific  composition, and the pleasure extended
          from her entire pelvic region to  her chest,  to connect  with the
          tension  in  her  breasts  as  her  own hand rubbed over them. She
          breathed faster, her  lips  pulling  back  to  reveal  her tightly
          clasped  teeth,  her  entire  face  a  sunny  expression  of pure,
          intense pleasure.
          Mark sensed how her excitement rose, and moved  in her  ass faster
          now,  the  delicious  sensations  in his penis increasing to match
          hers. Then he saw how she stopped rubbing  her clitoris,  felt how
          she tensed  up. She  carefully extended her middle finger, touched
          the tip of her nubbin - just once. Then she let out  a scream, and
          his hand  felt how  her vagina  began to  spasm. He stopped moving
          inside her as her asshole tightened up around him. Laura let out a
          long "Ohhhhh.....",  a distant  look on her bright red face. Mark,
          holding her body in place against his, clearly felt how wave after
          wave went through her. Her unseeing eyes gazed into the distance.
          She remained  that way  for what  seemed more  than a minute, then
          relaxed against him, leaning  back against  his body,  sighing. He
          gave her  a minute to catch her breath, then started again, moving
          inside her slowly. He was close  to  orgasm  himself,  but  he was
          determined to  get everything  the traffic would bear out of this.
          He stroked her labia with his hand, now soaking wet,  then put two
          fingers of  the other  across the  top of her slit. He pulled back
          the skin so that it put a slight pressure on her clit, then let it
          relax.  He  repeated  it  once,  twice,  not touching the clitoris
          itself, which would be much too  sensitive by  now, and  he didn't
          want to  hurt her.  Within seconds, he heard how her breath picked
          up the pace again, and he bit his lip to hold back himself, giving
          her as much time as he could to build up more tension.
          Finally  he  could  no  longer  hold  it. He started moving faster
          again, both with his  hips and  his hands.  His penis  slid in and
          out of  her tight  hot asshole without effort now, lubricated with
          a mixture  of massage  oil, sweat,  and his  own slippery pre-cum.
          Faster and  faster he moved, noticing that Laura had begun to gasp
          again. The sensations in his groin rose, rose,  until the pleasure
          became  unbearable.  Laura  let  out  a  yelp, just as he felt the
          sparks jump  off the  tip of  his penis.  A jolt  of pleasure shot




          through his  groin, the head of his penis exploded deep inside her
          asshole, and he let  out a  moan himself.  The hand  that had been
          holding  her  labia  now  clasped  her  thigh as he pulled himself
          deeper inside her, and the movement increased the initial pleasure
          of his orgasm even more.
          Then his  ejaculation started,  and he  shot his  load deeply into
          her. He felt how she  tensed  up  around  the  base  of  his penis
          again, and  he realized  vaguely that  she had  managed to reach a
          second orgasm just in time. Then coherent thought  ended, and only
          wave after  wave of  pleasure remained,  and the  feeling of being
          together so very, very close.
          Finally it was all over  for  both  of  them,  and  they  lay back
          exhausted, sharing  the long  minutes of non-thought that followed
          the pleasure, simply enjoying  each  others  presence.  When their
          breathing  had  returned  to  normal again, Laura smiled dreamily.
          "Wow..." she said. "That sums it  up pretty  well, I  think", Mark
          muttered. "I  can hardly  move anymore.  Are you trying to wear me
          down or something?" She turned her head to  face him,  and put her
          arm  around  his  head.  "I  thought you'd never notice," she told
          him, and then kissed  him  tenderly.  Marks  kissing  had improved
          noticeably since  they'd met,  but it wouldn't hurt him to stay in
          practice, she decided.
          After  some  long  moments  they  came  up  for  air.  Mark sighed
          contently.  "Was  it  as  good  as  you'd  hoped?" he asked. "Even
          better," she said. "The first time was grand, but that  second one
          nearly killed  me. It was so good it almost hurt." "What's it like
          to be able to come  more  than  once?"  he  asked  curiously. "The
          second time  it's shorter, but much more intense. I tried once how
          many times I could come. I masturbated for two solid hours, having
          one orgasm  after the  other. Finally  it just hurt, and I was too
          exhausted to go  on."  She  smiled.  "Don't  you  wish  you'd been
          there?" "I  think I  could use  a shower,"  he remarked evasively.
          "What do you think?" "Yes dear,  I  also  think  you  could  use a
          shower,"  she  replied  with  a  smile. He made a face. "You smell
          quite yummy yourself, sweety. Why don't we go in there together?"
          Laura  sat  up.  "If  you're  nice,  you  can  wash  my   back  or
          something." Mark  eyed her up and down suggestively. "I think I'll
          settle for the something,"  he  said  thoughtfully.  "Help  me up,
          would you?"  He held  out his  hand. "We  really shouldn't do this
          after sitting behind  that  damned  workbench  for  so  many hours
          anymore."  He  pushed  himself  up  with  his  other hand, muscles
          screaming in protest.

                         *  *  *

          As Laura walked over to the  shower, Mark  was again  taken by the
          sight of  her. She  looked kind  of boyish sometimes. She kept her
          hair short, and she didn't use makeup. She looked great.  Her hips
          weren't  very  wide,  her  breasts  not large. But she was slender
          instead of  skinny, she  was deliciously  curved in  all the right
          places, and  her breasts  were young and firm, with very sensitive
          nipples that darkened  when  they  grew  hard.  She  moved  like a
          feline carnivore.
          Mark had  never thought  of himself  as handsome.  In fact, he was
          sure that he wasn't. He dressed  for comfort,  kept his  hair very
          short so  that he  didn't need  to bother with it too much, and he
          wasn't very athletic or well-built. Yet Laura seemed  to like him,
          and that  simple fact  still amazed  him. As Mark stepped into the
          shower, Laura turned on the hot water and started soaping herself.
          "Easy," Mark cautioned her, "I get to wash your back or something,




          remember?" "I'll leave some for you," she promised. She closed her
          eyes and  let the  hot water splash on her face, her hands rubbing
          her forehead. Again Mark was  struck  by  her  beauty  -  her back
          arched slightly  backwards, her  firm breasts  standing proud, the
          nipples sweet pink buds  in their  center, the  dark patch between
          her thighs.  He felt the tension return in his groin. First things
          first, pal! He struggled with the soap as he usually  did until he
          finally got hold of it, and started scrubbing the massage oil from
          his skin.
          Laura turned her back towards him.  He rubbed  soap on  his hands,
          then started  soaping her.  He did her shoulders, then worked down
          to her waist and then slowly up again,  scrubbing gently.  He slid
          his hands  around her  body until  they covered  her breasts, then
          rubbed the tips gently  with his  palms, the  mixture of  soap and
          oil  a  delicious  lubricant.  He  felt  her nipples harden in his
          palms. He let his hands slide  down along  the front  of her body,
          stroking her  skin in  slow, caressing  circles, until they met at
          the top of the pubic triangle  between her  legs. He  gently ran a
          finger across  the slit of her vagina, started stroking her labia.
          He pulled her close, until her back melted  against his  chest and
          belly.
          Laura response  was of  course predictable  - she shoved her elbow
          into his ribs. "Hey! I said my back, you beast!"  she laughed. "Or
          something,  remember?"  he  complained.  "Now  she  starts hitting
          back... what is the world coming to?" "Oh,  you poor  dear..." she
          mocked  him.  "Why  don't  you  let  me  take  care  of  you?" She
          untangled herself from his  arms and  turned around.  She took the
          soap, then  started washing  him, apparently oblivious of the fact
          that he had just done that himself.
          She soaped his chest, his belly, then started on his  crotch. Soon
          her movements  became stroking  instead of  scrubbing, and he felt
          himself harden under her fingers. She took his penis in  her hand,
          felt how  her fingers were pressed outward as it grew. Soon it was
          so big that her hand could no longer cover it.  She gently stroked
          his shaft,  then sat  down on her knees before him, facing the tip
          of him.
          "Don't take that in your hand," he chided.  "You don't  know where
          it's been."  "I do  know where  it's been, dear. And it was great.
          Now be quiet and let  me  get  you  clean."  She  soaped  her hand
          again,  then  put  it  around  his  shaft  and  started rubbing it
          slowly. She drew back his skin, then made a ring of her  thumb and
          forefinger and  put it around the tip of him. She slowly moved her
          hand backwards, letting his head slip along her  fingers, until it
          popped out  from between  her encircling thumb and forefinger. She
          cupped his balls  with  her  other  hand,  started  to  stroke his
          scrotum. She  watched the  head of  his penis emerge from her hand
          again and again, saw how it darkened until  it was  almost purple,
          felt how it swelled even more as her hand, lubricated by the soap,
          slipped along  the sensitive  rim around  it. A  small, clear drop
          appeared at the slit, and she moved her thumb to smear it all over
          the tip of him.
          Mark felt how the sensations started  to take  hold of  him again.
          The tension  in his  groin mounted,  a delicious feeling spreading
          outward from the tip of his  penis and  his balls.  His knees felt
          weak. Then  she rinsed him off, watched how his throbbing hardness
          stood proud, nodding  gently  with  his  pulse.  She  extended her
          tongue,  licked  the  sensitive  underside  of  his shaft. It felt
          electric. The  teasing  tip  of  her  tongue  approached  the head
          slowly,  slowly,  until  the  longing  became  agonizing. When her




          tongue finally got there, the contact was hot, almost burning, and
          he gasped.
          Laura let  the tip of her tongue travel along the rim of his head,
          then  opened  her  mouth  and  let  him  slip  between  her  lips,
          encircling his  head with them. Her tongue caressed the slit. Then
          she sucked, and he  felt  the  tip  of  his  penis  expand  in her
          mouth. The  sensation was  fantastic. His knees trembled, his legs
          almost refused to support him as  her  hand  moved  away  from his
          balls and  slowly went backward, her fingers gently caressing that
          sensitive area between scrotum and anus. His breath  became faster
          and faster.
          Laura, sensing  that he  wouldn't be able to hold out much longer,
          let his penis pop out of  her  mouth.  She  soaped  her  hand once
          more,  than  stroked  the  purple  head  with thumb and forefinger
          again. She felt a warning lurch from his penis, heard  him draw in
          his breath.  She let  the finger  that had been stroking his groin
          run along the cleft of his  buttocks, then  slipped her forefinger
          inside.  She  rubbed  around  his  hole  once,  twice, then slowly
          entered it. Mark let out a sigh, as  the wonderful  feeling in his
          groin got stronger, stronger...
          Sparks seemed  to radiate from the tip of his penis, the delicious
          sensations from his asshole  flowing into  the base  of his shaft.
          When  the  streams  of  pleasure connected, a shudder went through
          him, and he  pissed  stars  in  Laura's  hand.  Then  he exploded,
          powerful spasms  pressing her  fingers apart, once, twice. A thick
          white spurt jetted from  his  shaft.  It  went  over  Laura's left
          shoulder and hit the wall of the shower. The second one went right
          into her face. She moved to catch all  of it  as he  came all over
          her, her finger pumping in and out of his ass. Spots danced before
          his eyes.
          At last, his orgasm subsided, and his legs refused to  support him
          any longer.  As her  finger slipped out from between his buttocks,
          he slowly sank down on the floor beside  her, hot  water splashing
          down on their heads.
          "You call  that getting  clean?" he asked after a minute. "Look at
          this mess we've made." That wasn't entirely fair  - the  water had
          already washed  away most  of his sperm, and Laura did her best to
          lick whatever was  left  off  her  face.  "Don't  worry  about it,
          dear,"  she  said.  "We'll  clean  it  all  up tomorrow, OK?" "You
          remind me of a song we had  in  school,  you  know.  'It  feels so
          grand when  I use  my hand,  it feels so neat when I use my feet',
          or something."  "Your feet?"  she exclaimed.  "How?" "Well... I've
          never  entirely  understood  that  myself," he admitted. They both
          laughed, and she held  out  her  hand  to  him.  They  got  up and
          finished cleaning themselves.

                         *  *  *

          Later, they  lay together  in the  dark, exhausted  by the passion
          they had shared. Mark listened to  Laura's breath,  slowly now, as
          she lay  in his  arms. He  felt her  warmth, enjoyed her presence,
          and he realized that he had never been  so happy  as since  he had
          met her.  Just having  her with  him, holding  her close, made him
          feel more complete than ever, fulfilled a need  he didn't  know he
          had.
          Mark wasn't  someone who  talked easily. Sharing his most intimate
          feelings and thoughts was something he  did only  with reluctance.
          Not just  because he'd  been hurt  when doing  so in the past - he
          just wasn't  wired that  way. Laura  seemed to  respect his closed
          nature, and he was grateful for that.




          Lying awake  in the dark was usually a low point for Mark. At that
          time of  the  night  memories  he'd  rather  forget  returned, and
          thoughts  he  didn't  really  want  announced  themselves. Laura's
          presence changed all that, however. He  still lay  awake for parts
          of a  night -  he'd always  done that - but it no longer depressed
          him. It made him introspective instead.
          Thinking of Laura and what she meant to him made  him realize that
          he'd  never  really  told  her  that  he  loved  her. That thought
          stopped him, and he tried  to  analyze  why.  He  patiently sorted
          through thoughts  and feelings, until he saw it. At what point had
          he realized that he loved her?  Probably on  the first  night when
          they had  met. But  for some  reason he  hadn't wanted to face it,
          hadn't admitted it to himself. And at some  point he  had lost his
          fear of  being hurt  - she  would never  hurt him - and at last he
          was able to face his own feelings.
          Laura probably knew that  he loved  her, and  how much.  But never
          having told  her troubled  him. He resolved to change that as soon
          as they were awake. It might be hard,  but what  the hell.  On the
          other hand, Laura made nothing really hard.
          Realizing  the  pun  that  lay  in  the  single  -  and delicious-
          exception to that rule made him chuckle, and Laura moved slowly in
          his arms. He fell asleep with a smile on his face and a feeling of
          utter happiness.

                         *  *  *

          An unknown time passed, on those  uncharted waters  which the mind
          explores  when  asleep.  Mark  drifted,  this  way  and  that, and
          finally arrived at distant shores.
          In his dream he found himself walking in an idyllic  garden. Birds
          sang, a soft, warm breeze playing along his naked skin. Trees grew
          in a natural-seeming,  random  way,  and  the  overall  result was
          pleasing to the eye, beautiful in it's simplicity. The whole place
          was so utterly peaceful, felt so safe, that  it never  occurred to
          him to  wonder where  he was  or how  he got there, or what to do.
          Such is the nature of the stuff that dreams are made of.
          He walked  aimlessly through  flower-strewn fields,  came across a
          grassy hill.  At the  other side  of it  lay a  lush, green field,
          surrounded by row upon row of bramble thicket,  so that  a kind of
          natural  pavilion  was  formed.  The  entrance to the pavilion was
          close to the low hill upon which he stood, and  he advanced slowly
          to see what lay within.
          In  the  middle  of  pavilion,  protected by the growth around it,
          stood  a  large,  triangular  bed,  it's  foot  the  base  of  the
          triangle.  It  wasn't  exactly  a  bed, but more of a raised dais,
          apparently made out of  nothing but  large cushions,  covered with
          satin and  silk. The  figure sitting upon the bed was so beautiful
          that it almost hurt him.
          She wasn't human, so much  was  certain.  Her  face  was decidedly
          feline, though  her ears were placed at the side of her head, just
          like the human ear. Her body was shaped like that of a  human, but
          there most  resemblance ended.  Her skin  was covered  by a short,
          soft-looking fur, like that of a cat, and her muscles  moved under
          her skin  in a  way no  human could ever have managed, speaking of
          the strength, speed and elegance only a true predator could have.
          Her breasts were heavy, full and ripe. Yet they stood  firmly, and
          the  fur  thinned  near  the  tips  of them. Her nipples were very
          dark. Where her pubic hair should  have  been  she  had  instead a
          more  or  less  hairless  area,  clearly displaying the pink labia




          between the insides of  her smooth  looking things.  Her eyes were
          closed.
          The  catwoman  sat  in  lotus  position,  her  thighs  spread, her
          fingers playing between them.  Her  left  hand  played  across her
          breasts,  gently  stroking  their  outlines,  rubbing the nipples.
          With the forefinger and ringfinger  of  her  other  hand  she held
          apart her  labia, gently  probing her  inner folds with the middle
          finger. Mark could clearly  see how  her hand  moved, rhythmically
          stroking  her  clitoris.  She  crooned,  her  movements  a  steady
          display of pleasure. Her breath began  to come  faster, the rhythm
          of  her  movements  matching  it.  As her excitement builded, Mark
          felt himself respond to that delicious  display of auto-eroticism.
          His knees felt weak.
          The  catwoman  moved  her  hands  faster and faster now, moved her
          pelvis, almost rubbed her vagina against  her stroking  hand. When
          she  opened  her  eyes,  Mark  saw  that they were a deep, emerald
          green. Yet they were  human  eyes,  unfocused  with  her pleasure.
          Then she  slowly turned  her head,  saw him.  She smiled dreamily,
          then closed her eyes again.
          Her rhythm grew faster,  faster, until  suddenly her  back arched.
          She thrusted  her chest  forward, and  her breasts  seemed to grow
          even larger. She moved down the  hand that  had been  stroking her
          nipples,  used   it  to  hold  apart  her  labia  with  thumb  and
          forefinger.  She  put  two  fingers  inside  her  slit  and rubbed
          herself deeply.  Then she  screamed, and  the sound  of it was not
          quite human, but definitely belonged to a predator.
          Finally she  relaxed,  just  sat  there,  recovering.  Finally she
          opened  her  eyes,  rose,  and  stood  at the foot of the bed. She
          smiled at  Mark, held  out her  hand to  him. He  suddenly felt an
          enormous compulsion  to run  to her, surrender himself to her. She
          took a step in his direction, and he too advanced,  slowly walking
          to the  dais. He realized that he had an erection, and that he had
          had it for quite some time.
          She held out her hands to him, put them on his shoulders.  He felt
          his  own  hands  rise  of  their  own  will,  reaching  out to her
          breasts. He touched the outline of her full,  ripe domes  with the
          tips of  his fingers,  stroked along  the underside  of them, then
          rose to the tips, caressing her nipples. Her skin felt  so smooth,
          the short fur softer then anything he'd ever felt.
          Her  emerald  eyes  looked  deeply  into  his  as her hands played
          across  his  skin,  stroked  his  chest,  his  back,  then reached
          between his  legs to  cup his  balls. She  put her  arm around his
          shoulders, the other around his waist,  her hand  on his buttocks.
          Hugged him  close, pulled his hips toward hers. She lifted one and
          he felt himself slip inside her,  her lovely  folds parting before
          the tip  of him,  her warm,  slippery wetness holding him captive.
          She rubbed  her pelvis  up and  down across  his pubic  bone a few
          times,  closed  her  eyes,  gasped.  Mark felt her orgasm sweeping
          through her as she stood there  against  him,  the  spasms  of her
          vaginal muscles gripping his hard penis as if she had a third hand
          down there. Her slick folds stroked him like a soft,  velvet hand,
          and he almost came. Almost.
          Finally she  relaxed and let go of him. He slipped out of her, and
          for a moment he felt a peculiar loss.  Then she  gently guided him
          to the  bed and  lay down upon it, on her back, and reached out to
          him in  an unmistakable  invitation. Mark  took her  hand and bent
          down over  her body to kiss her breasts. He stroked them, then ran
          his hand over her belly. Her skin was surprisingly warm  under his
          hands, as  if she  had just been sunbathing for an hour or so. The
          softness of her fur was amazing  as  he  felt  her  muscles ripple




          under his  fingers. He  bent down over her breasts and took one of
          the nipples in his  mouth,  sucked  it  gently.  She  draw  in her
          breath, then  put one hand on his head to keep it there. His hands
          stroked her entire  body  now,  playing  over  her  shoulders, her
          belly, the  side of  her hips.  He let go of her nipple, moved his
          mouth to the other one, which turned out to be just as hard.
          After what seemed ages,  he let  his mouth  travel down  along her
          chest,  her  belly,  all  the  way  down to her hot wet core. This
          close it was even more  beautiful.  Where  her  pubic  hair should
          have been,  her fur  thinned instead,  and her pink, hairless slit
          excited him enormously. She  was  still  wet  with  excitement. He
          pulled apart  her nether  lips with  his thumbs, then bent down to
          lick her there. Her  clitoris  was  large,  about  as  large  as a
          marble.  The  sheath  had  retracted, exposing the super-sensitive
          tip. The sight of it excited him enormously.  He inserted  the tip
          of his  tongue in  her hot,  wet slit,  and gently probed her most
          intimate folds with it. He felt how she flowered open  before him,
          how his  tongue extended,  got deeper  and deeper. He slowly moved
          upwards until he felt her clitoris and began to lick it as gently,
          as delicately  as he  could. She  put her  hand on his hair again,
          pulled down his head toward her crotch, encouraging him to go on.
          He continued licking her, alternating between her inner  folds and
          her pleasure button. Her slippery fluids covered his face. When he
          felt her tense up  he  concentrated  on  her  clit,  and  when she
          finally came,  her thighs  almost crushed his head, and she howled
          in her release.
          He got up, lay down upon the  bed  beside  her  on  his  back, his
          erection  standing  straight  up.  She  sat  up  on  her he knees,
          straddled him, moved down  to impale  herself upon  her. He closed
          his eyes.
          Then  a  feeling  of  dreadful  loss  came over him. He opened his
          eyes, looked around him.  He  was  alone,  the  beautiful catwoman
          gone.  The  breeze  turned  chilly,  and  the whole scene suddenly
          became two-dimensional, grew distant, distant...
          Mark just lay there with his eyes closed,  feelings of unspeakable
          loss washing  through him, along with a profound frustration. Then
          he became aware of Laura, her  body  warm  against  his  skin, and
          everything was all right again. He relaxed.
          He  lay  there  for  a  few  minutes,  his mind quiet and empty of
          thought as it only was when  he  woke  up  in  the  middle  of the
          night. Laura's  breathing slowly  beside him.  The first traces of
          dawn outside in preparation  for  sunrise  to  do  its  stuff. The
          enormous hardon he had.
          Laura  stirred  in  her  sleep,  directing  his lust. If they only
          could have shared the dream... On the other hand, perhaps  not. He
          wasn't quite  sure of  that. Oh,  hell. The matter was an academic
          one anyway.
          He slowly moved, careful not to  wake  Laura.  He  moved  his hand
          under the  sheet to  were she lay, her warmth against him. The tip
          of his finger found one of her breasts, slowly moved to the tip of
          it.  He  stroked  her  nipple  ever so gently. She didn't wake up.
          After about a minute,  he  felt  he  nipple  harden.  He  went on,
          gently, slowly, careful not to wake her. She stirred again, and he
          stopped. But  she only  sighed without  waking up.  He touched her
          other nipple,  continued stimulating it. Laura sighed in her sleep
          again. His hard throbbing penis pressed against the sheet.
          His other hand moved, sought the warmth between her legs.  The tip
          of his  finger sought  her vagina,  found the slit wet. He stroked
          along it, very gently,  spreading her  moisture across  the labia.
          Then he carefully probed between her lips, found the small button,




          slowly spread her juices  across the  surface. She  stirred again,
          and he  froze. But  no, she  didn't wake up, and after holding his
          breath for  what seemed  minutes, she  seemed to  be deeply asleep
          again.
          Then  he  started  stroking  her clitoris, gently, slowly. He kept
          away from the tip, knowing how sensitive it  was, instead touching
          the stem.  increasing the pressure rhythmically. Laura's breathing
          started to change, became deeper. She sighed again,  moved against
          him.
          Mark  continued  his  stimulations,  feeling how her tension rose.
          Would she be dreaming now? Then  he felt  how her  vaginal muscles
          smasmed,  once,  twice,  and  she  softly  moaned.  Her  reactions
          weren't  by  far  as  intense  as   usual,  but   her  orgasm  was
          unmistakable. He withdrew his finger, wet from her excitement, and
          listened how her respiration changed as she woke  up. She blinked,
          her eyes  thick with sleep. She stretched, sighed, closed her eyes
          again, slowly coming awake. Then, with a look  of surprise  on her
          face, she  put her  hand between her thighs, felt how wet she was.
          She opened her eyes.
          "Good morning," Mark said softly. He turned his head to  kiss her.
          Her mouth  tasted vaguely of sleep, but not unpleasant. She kissed
          back sleepily, as she always did just after  waking up.  "I had an
          orgasm," she  said. "Or  was it just a dream?" She turned, put her
          arm around him. Then she felt how  hard  he  was,  and  a  look of
          suspicion crept over her face. "And what has you so excited? Hm...
          Have  you  been  sleeping  with  your  hands  above  the blankets,
          mister?" "The  defence rests," Mark said, pulling her against him.
          "Oh well... what's a poor girl to do?" she said, her smile telling
          him  more  than  words.  They  lay  like  that  for a few minutes,
          luxuriating in each others warmth, enjoying being so close to each
          other.  Again  Mark  was  amazed  how  good  she made him feel. He
          turned, looked into her  eyes. "Hm?"  she said.  Then she  saw the
          look in  his eyes, his serious expression, and she understood that
          he'd made up his mind about something.
          "I love you, Laura," Mark said simply. "I  don't think  I can tell
          you how  much, or  what you mean to me. So I won't try. I love you
          more than anything  else."  His  grave  expression  didn't change.
          "And was  that so hard to say, dear?" she smiled. "I don't know...
          I've been afraid to face it myself for the past few weeks. I don't
          know what  scared me,  but I  haven't admitted it to myself. Until
          now... I love you. I can't  put  it  into  words.  I'm  happy when
          you're around.  You make  me feel good all over. I.... I just love
          you. I don't know how I could live without you anymore."
          Laura seemed to melt in his arms. Though  the light  was very dim,
          he could  clearly see  the effect  his words  had on  her. She was
          more beautiful than  ever,  and  he  wished  he  had  some  way to
          preserve  that  moment,  to  store  it  so  that he could enjoy it
          forever. It was then that he realized that  real beauty  didn't go
          skindeep.  Instead,  it  came  from  within,  merely  an  external
          manifestation of happiness.
          "Look what you've done... you've made me cry. And I'd  sworn never
          to cry  again." A tear ran down her cheek. "You can cry as much as
          you want to," he told her firmly. "In fact, you  can cry  all over
          me if you like." He kissed away her tears, held her close. "I love
          you too," she whispered. "I don't  know why,  but I  do... and you
          love me...  and you hardly know me." "It doesn't matter," he said.
          "It really doesn't matter. I want to have you with me for the rest
          of my  life. I  want to  make you  happy. I don't care what I know
          about you. I love you, and there's nothing I can do about it."




          Laura smiled. "Do you really mean that? Will  you keep  up with my
          moods in  autumn? Will  you still have me around when I'm having a
          period? You don't know what you're  asking..." Her  smile took the
          sting out  of her words. Yet her eyes were serious. "Are you about
          to have a period?" "In a few days... but you haven't answered me."
          "OK,  I  will  answer  you."  Mark pushed himself up on one elbow,
          looked down on her face. "I want to be with you for the rest of my
          life. I  love you. Seeing you happy makes me feel wonderful, and I
          don't think I can let you go anymore."  Laura felt  the warmth his
          words  spread  in  her,  and  she realized that he was right. Mark
          thought that she had  never  looked  so  beautiful,  and  again he
          realized  that  this  kind  of  beauty  could  only be caused from
          within, and seeing her happiness like  that almost  brought him to
          tears. "Me  too," she  said simply.  Their kiss seemed to last for
          ages.
          "You make me feel almost married," Laura said  after a  long, long
          time.  "Hm....  I  suppose  in  a  way  that's right," he replied.
          "Marriage isn't just a legal affair, it's a state of  mind. If you
          decide you  want to share your life with someone, the rest is just
          a way to make it  formal."  "Hm...  I  hadn't  considered  it like
          that... but  I suppose  you're right.  Do I  get to call you hubby
          now? Hey! Don't tickle!  No! DON'T  TICKLE!" He  made her  beg for
          mercy.
          After their  laughing had subsided somewhat, she hugged him close.
          She hadn't felt so content in her whole life. Even  the peace just
          after they  had made  love wasn't  like this. Yet she felt so damn
          uncertain, right now. And somehow Mark seemed to sense it. "What's
          wrong?" he  asked. Laura  sighed. "I  don't know..." She had never
          felt so happy before, but as she realized how vulnerable  her love
          for him  could make  her, she was somehow afraid to face it. As he
          had been, she suddenly realized.  Mark  put  his  arm  around her,
          looked into  her eyes.  "Just say  it," he  whispered. "It doesn't
          matter if it doesn't come out  exactly right."  Laura took  a deep
          breath. "Are you sure it's not just the sex you love?" Immediately
          she bit her lip. That wasn't really what  she'd wanted  to say. Or
          was it?
          Mark simply  nodded. "Very  sure. Just having you near me makes me
          feel happy. I've never felt this way before,  you know."  She felt
          his hand  slide down  her belly,  trough the soft, hard curls, and
          further down. "While I'll admit that  that beautiful  spot between
          your legs  is delicious"  - his finger slid between her labia -"it
          isn't what makes me love you. I love  the whole  you" -  he gently
          rubbed her  clit, spreading her moisture around it - "and not just
          the details... He paused  to kiss  her, his  finger probing deeper
          inside her, then moving upwards to stroke that magic region at the
          foreside of her vagina,  just under  the pubic  bone. She  felt he
          legs turn to water as the warmth spread through her pelvic region.
          "Though I'll  admit that  they *are*  interesting..." he finished,
          that now-familiar glint in his eyes again.
          Suddenly Laura  wanted him  in her.  She took his warm, still-hard
          penis  in  her  hand,  rubbed  her  thumb  over  the  smooth head,
          stroking the  slit. A  slippery drop  of his precum lubricated her
          thumb. "What has got  you so  excited anyway?"  she asked.  "I was
          dreaming,"  Mark  replied.  "Of  me,  I  hope?  Or  should  I  get
          suspicious?" "Smile when you say that,  stranger..." Mark grinned.
          Then he realized that, in a way, he had been dreaming about Laura.
          Well, sort of. "It's  complicated,"  he  told  her.  Laura turned,
          moved her  leg around  his hips,  straddled him.  Then she put his
          head against the slit  of her  vagina, and  slowly, slowly lowered
          herself upon him.




          Of all  the things they had already done together, Mark liked this
          more then anything else. As she slowly slided down around  him, he
          felt  how  the  swollen  tip  of his penis gently pushed apart her
          outer labia, how he  slipped  inside  to  part  the  slick, velvet
          membranes of  her most  intimate area. The soft, stroking walls of
          her vagina caressed him  as  he  slowly  entered  her,  deeper and
          deeper  into  her  body,  her  warmth  infusing  his  groin with a
          delicious feeling of belonging. It felt like coming  home, and, in
          a way, it was.
          Laura  felt  how  his  hardness  probed  deep  inside  her, how he
          reached those spots she had never  touched herself,  and she tried
          to make  it last  as long  as she  could. When finally their pubic
          hairs met, his hips  captured between  her thighs,  she spread her
          legs even  wider, trying  to take  him inside her as deeply as she
          could. It felt so good, so safe. The  very feeling  of holding the
          other so close, so tight, made it a moment to last.
          Mark  put  his  arms  around  her, their faces very close. As they
          looked into each others  eyes, they  again shared  that particular
          connection, not  only of  the body,  but of  the mind as well, and
          somehow that made all talk redundant.  They lay  like that,  for a
          time, unmoving,  his heat  deep inside  her body, her face against
          his. They shared the  same space,  breathed the  same air, feeling
          what couldn't be put into words. Everything was alright.
          Finally, Laura  started to move. Keeping her thighs spread as wide
          as she could, she slowly rubbed the top  of her  slit against this
          pubic hair,  not moving more than an inch or so. Mark felt how her
          inner folds caressed the swollen head of his penis ever so gently.
          A jolt of pleasure surged through his hard member, and he realized
          that he would not be able to hold out much  longer, excited  as he
          was. "Slowly,"  he cautioned  her. Laura  didn't stop. Instead she
          increased her movements, pushing up  her  pelvis  until  he almost
          slipped  out  of  her,  then  lowering  herself  again  so that he
          entered her  all  over  again.  Delicious  sensations  infused his
          groin, and  the pleasure  in his  penis increased, rising from the
          base of his shaft to the tip. He felt his penis expand inside her.
          Laura, sensing that he was on  the very  edge of  orgasm, suddenly
          froze, and  slowly the  sensations subsided somewhat. Mark smiled,
          realizing what she was doing, and  slipped his  hand between their
          bodies.  His  fingers  sought  between her thighs where their wet,
          hot connection gave them both so much pleasure,  found the  top of
          her  slit  where  his  hard  shaft kept her labia apart. He gently
          pushed his middle finger between the top of her outer  lips, found
          her pleasure button, stroked it gently. Still she didn't move, and
          he was grateful for  that, because  he was  still hovering  on the
          brink  of  coming,  and  he  wanted  to  make  it  last as long as
          possible. Laura  breathed faster  now, a  bright red  blush on her
          face. "Yes, go on, yes..." she whispered. She had to force herself
          to hold still, pleasure extending outward from her groin to infuse
          the inside  of her  thighs, her  belly and her breasts. She rubbed
          her hard nipples across Marks chest,  sparks of  pleasure shooting
          through them.  Then Marks  middle finger slipped inside her beside
          his penis, gently pushing her labia a bit  further apart,  and her
          folds  stretched  easily  to  accommodate him. He carefully probed
          inside her, stroking, rubbing, until the tip of his finger touched
          that magical  spot, and  her pleasure soared. She gasped, felt the
          muscles in her thighs tense up,  as the  tip of  his finger inside
          her sent  wave after  wave of  pleasure through her groin. She bit
          her lip, moaned, fighting  herself to  keep still  now. Then Marks
          thumb moved  up, touched  her clitoris  gently. Laura gasped "Yes!
          Yes! Oh, yes!" as his thumb  brushed the  exposed, swollen  tip of




          her pleasure  button just  once. Laura's  breath came fast now, in
          ragged gasps. She was amazed at how fast he had brought her to the
          edge  of  release  again.  Pleasure  pooled in her crotch, and she
          realized she was about to come.
          Mark realized it too, and stopped.  He held  quite still,  just as
          she had  done a  few moments  ago. Just in time, as Laura felt her
          pre-orgasmic tension  ebb  ever  so  slowly.  This  was delicious!
          Slowly, Mark  withdrew his  finger, removed  his hand from between
          their bodies, put her  arms around  her. Looking  deeply into each
          others  eyes,  they  kissed.  Without  breaking  the  kiss,  Laura
          started to move again,  just a  fraction of  an inch,  as she felt
          how they  both hovered  on that wonderful edge again. She rode him
          slowly, in short strokes, but  as  their  tension  increased their
          movements  became  more  rapid.  Mark  started  thrusting his hips
          upward to meet hers  as  the  velvet  inside  of  her  love tunnel
          slided along  the sensitive  rim of  his head. Laura rode him even
          faster, her strokes again  shorter  now.  Then,  as  she  felt the
          pleasure  in   her  groin  rise  toward  that  fabulous,  ultimate
          maximum, she pressed her crotch into  his, rubbing  back and forth
          now, his  short curls  against her  clitoris. She started moaning.
          The pleasure between her thighs  peaked  suddenly,  hot  sparks of
          utter pleasure  shooting through her legs, her belly, her nipples.
          She gasped, "Yes, yes, yes! Ahhhhhhhh...  YESSSSSSS!" She screamed
          as  the  utterly  delicious  sensation between her legs increased,
          became unbearable, and then, at last, exploded. Laura came.
          Mark had been biting his lip to keep  himself from  coming. As her
          strokes  became  more  rapid,  the  pleasure  in his penis rose to
          match it,  and his  groin felt  electrified. Tension  built in his
          balls, in  the base  of his  penis, and started moving towards the
          tip of him. He felt his head expand  inside her,  and the slippery
          wet friction  of her  inner folds  against the now ultra-sensitive
          tip of his penis became even more delicious.  His balls  felt like
          they were  about to  burst. Then she screamed, and he felt how her
          inner muscles gripped him, and squeezed!  The pleasure  in the tip
          of him  doubled, tripled,  increased tenfold as she spasmed, once,
          twice, and that wonderful feeling that  only occurs  a fraction of
          a second  before orgasm  screamed through his abdomen. Then sparks
          shot out of the head of him, and he exploded deep inside her body.
          He hips thrust up, pushing his hard member even deeper inside her,
          and lightning seemed to strike his groin. Laura moved up  and down
          again,  so  that  her  smooth  insides  stroked him again, and his
          orgasm became even more intense. He seemed to burn inside her, and
          it went  on and  on and  on. Finally, his spasms shook him, and he
          jetted his load deep inside her, as she herself continued to spasm
          and shudder, still deeply in orgasm.

                         *  *  *

          Later, they  lay together,  enjoying that wonderful afterglow that
          can be even better  than the  real thing.  Worn out,  with the day
          still to  begin, there  was a  lot to  be said  of just staying in
          bed, Mark decided. However,  he let  Laura bully  him into getting
          out and  making coffee - again - while she beat him to the shower.
          O, well... it was a small price to pay for being really happy.
          Laura turned the water as hot as she could stand  it. Steam filled
          the shower  as she  felt how  the heat  relaxed her muscles to the
          point where they merely screamed  for  attention.  She  had always
          thought that  exercise was  a terrible  way to  start the morning,
          and how she had let him coax her into it  again. She  sighed. What
          was a  decent girl  to do these days? Bushed, worn out, a long day




          ahead of her... she  thought up  a few  more ways  to describe her
          pitiful condition,  until he  hear him  yell "Coffeeeee!" from the
          kitchenette.
          Laura felt happy. No, she wasn't going to  let Mark  go. Ever. She
          was very  sure of  that as  she reached  for the  towel. It wasn't
          there. What  the...  that  rat!  She'd  kill  him!  No,  on second
          thought, killing was much too good for him...
          It was going to be a beautiful day.


