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 Renee woke to an irregular tap-tap-tapping sound.  It took her a few
minutes to become conscious enough to orient herself.  It was a real
downside of working long overnight shifts, this waking unsure of what time
or even day it was.  Her clock read 3:15, and it was light enough that she
could at least be sure it was still day.  She decided that the six or so
hours she'd had to sleep would be enough until later tonight when she could
try to get back on a human schedule.  The sky was looking a bit
threatening, and there was some wind starting to build up, causing
untrimmed branches of a tree to scrape against the side of the house. 
Rubbing her eyes, she plodded to the kitchen in search of some cold fluids.


   "Um, Renee--I don't want to startle you, but you might want to cover up
a little...", urged a quiet voice from somewhere behind her.

   Renee jumped, simultaneously realizing that she was not alone, that she
was stark naked, and that there was an unannounced male visitor in her
living room.  She futilely tried to cover herself with a dishtowel, and
crouched to shelter behind the open refrigerator door.  "Holy shit! 
Goddammit John, where the hell did you come from?"

   The young man was sitting at her roommate's desk, at least making a show
of partially shielding his eyes from leering at her.  "I'm sorry.  I
thought Helen had told you I'd be over today installing upgrades.  I knew
you worked last night, and I was trying to be quiet..."

   Renee tried composing herself as her heart rate slowly returned to
normal.  "Crap!  Don't DO that to me, John.  How long have you been here?"

   "A couple of hours.  I'm almost done.  In fact, you can help me finish
the rest--um, after you get dressed, that is.  Though it's not like I
haven't seen that before..."

   "Night skinny-dipping off your parents' dock three summers ago is a
little different than sneaking up on me in broad daylight, mister.  And if
I thought Helen was going to let her nosy little brother sneak into my
apartment while I was sleeping, I might report her to the landlord.  Now
cover your eyes so I can get back to my room safely, you lech." She
scurried back to the bathroom, still clutching her inadequate dishtowel. 
Looking back, she caught John peeking after her.  In mock irritation, she
scowled, then wriggled her butt at him and turned to blow him a kiss before
closing the door.  He had grinned with obvious appreciation.  It was also
evident that her threats were empty, seeing as how his father was their
landlord.  So she'd given him an eyeful...she looked herself over in the
bathroom mirror.  She thought she had a pretty nice body, still fit and
firm.  Her breasts might be smallish, but they filled her hands nicely,
bounced when she wanted them to, and the dusky pink nipples perked up
smartly.  She arranged her hair and tied it back in a short ponytail,
splashed some water on her face, and decided that she could defer another
shower until bedtime at least.  She reached for a towel for the now-public
trip to her room.  Something wasn't quite right here...  What was it?  She
looked down.  Of course...the seat was up.  Men!  It seemed to be a
universal problem.  Her mom complained about her dad and brothers as well.
If she ever had to live with a guy again...

   She exited the bathroom and retraced her steps to her bedroom.  The door
was open, as she'd left it, the sheets rumpled from her uneasy sleep
through the hot morning.  Something else caught her eye--the hot pink
cylinder of the spent vibrator, standing out brightly against the white
sheets.  Uh oh...  She racked her brain--what position had she been in when
she awoke?  She was fairly certain she'd left the door open for
circulation. Had she slept all night on top of the sheets, or was there a
chance she'd been somewhat covered when John had crept down the hall to use
the bathroom?  What if she'd been lying there spread-eagled all night, the
discarded vibrator pointing brightly toward her swollen pubes?  Had John
seen her that way?  Stopped to stare or leer?  She suddenly felt more
anxious and embarrassed about returning to the living room where he waited.
She pulled on a light t-shirt and jogging shorts.  It still felt just too
hot for a bra, and if John wanted a peep show, well he'd at least have to
make his stares a little more obvious.

   Treading back down the hallway, she returned to the kitchen, calling out
to John to offer a beer.  "So what is it that you need me for with these
upgrades?"

   "Oh nothing big--it's just that I got Helen a new router, and if you
guys want to set up a new wireless network on it, we should make it secure
and set your laptop up with passcodes and sharing settings.  I don't know
if she told you, but I'm going to move into the unit downstairs when the
summer sublet leaves in August, so I'll be on it too, so we can all be
cruising the information superhighway."

   "Oh that's good--her old router was always kind of iffy...  So I suppose
this means easier late-night porn surfing, huh?"

   "Well if that's your thing...  To be honest, I'd rather have a real
person.  With no plastic parts.  And not looking bored or irritated with
the whole thing."

   "How about one that's sleeping in the nude down the hall, then?"

   John blushed and choked on a mouthful of beer, struggling to not spray
on the desk.  "Uh...yeah...I uh...OK, I noticed.  And I did stop and look a
bit longer than a second...but um...oh shit, Renee..." He lowered his face
and scratched his forehead.  She smirked.

   "Say no more.  Nice to know I've still 'got it'.  To be honest I haven't
had much male attention since Brent..." Her face clouded as she remembered
him finally breaking off the relationship last December--stiffing her for
the non-refundable plane tickets and the romantic weekend getaway she'd
planned...  She shook her head furiously to try to pass the thought off. 
"Oh anyway, so where are you staying now?  Helen said you were starting
grad school this month.  The corporate world wasn't your thing, huh?"

   "Yeah--I mean it was nice--really nice--to be making some real money as
an engineer for awhile, but it got boring.  I want to get more on the
cutting edge, more theoretical stuff--be a real academic type, I suppose.
So I'm staying at mom and dad's for the summer, and can move closer in this
fall.  That way Dad feels like he's getting more out of his investment in
this place, I guess.  By the way, any other 'landlord' stuff I should know
about?  Dad admitted he'd been a bit neglectful of maintenance."

   "No, nothing too major.  It would be nice to have air conditioning, but
I suppose that's expensive in these old houses.  And a couple of these old
windows are really hard to open.  Actually, we should try to get them open
now--looks like there might be more of a breeze."

   "Yeah, but it looks like we're going to be getting some heavy rain with
it, so don't know how long you can keep them open." Renee showed him the
offending windows, their sashes adhered with years and layers of paint. 
The two struggled together with one in particular, which when open was now
refusing to close, and allowing the heavy gusts to enter and blow Helen's
papers about.

   Renee was grateful to have John's company with a storm apparently
brewing on the horizon.  Being in close physical proximity to him was
different than the bumping against co-workers in a crowded ER bay during a
truama case.  She had the time and opportunity to note his masculine scent,
and her body seemed to respond differently when his arm pressed alongside
hers to reclose the stubborn window.  Most of all, she just enjoyed having
someone else there.  Storms frequently unnerved her.  Someone might have
thought it silly that thunder, wind, and lightning would be more unsettling
than a multiple trauma from a car accident, or a life threatening gunshot
wound--but that was just how it was for her.  As she watched the clouds
gather, she asked John if he would be so kind as to stay for dinner, and he
readily accepted.  She rummaged around for something acceptable to serve.
There was pasta and bottled sauce, of course, but it was lacking anything
fresh.  "I'm going to just run out quick for some bread and salad greens.
Anything else you can think of?"

   "Nah, sounds great.  Want me to tag along?" It was only a few blocks, so
she didn't want him to drive, but since she'd planned on biking, having him
join her meant walking.  Still, his company was enjoyable...  She assented
and they struck out into the muggy afternoon.  The strong winds made it
less sticky than the morning had been, but it was still too hot.  There was
a rumbling of some thunder distantly, but it didn't appear ready to storm
just yet.  They arrived at the market and quickly found what they needed.
He talked her into a couple of pints of Ben & Jerry's for dessert, though
she worried it would melt before they got home.  She always hated paying
the premium prices for the convenience of shopping at the small store, but
she didn't feel like making the weekly supermarket trip today.  There was a
small, rather seedy liquor store next door, but they were able to find a
couple of acceptable bottles of wine.  The bored clerk was listening to a
baseball game, which was interrupted by a severe weather warning.  The
western sky was darkening considerably now, and heavy drops of rain were
starting to scatter about.  John gallantly took the bags so that they could
walk more briskly.  They broke into a jog as the rain intensified. 
Lightning flashed close by, with a loud clap of thunder and an
instantaneous downpour.

   Suddenly the warning sirens began to blow around the neighborhood.  He
grabbed for her hand and they ran through the whipping wind toward home. 
Soaking wet, they arrived at the duplex and rushed inside.  The wind and
rain were blowing in through the open windows, though fortunately not at
the desk.  John put down the groceries and rushed to close them as Renee
switched on the TV.  There were no tornados reported, but they were calling
this a Severe Thunderstorm Warning, and the radar demonstrated an
impressive line of color bearing down across the metro.  Satisfied that
there was no need to shelter in the dank cellar, she picked up the bag of
groceries, only to have the wet paper bag give way and scatter the
groceries across the floor.  Turning quickly, her wet shoes slipped and she
ended up sprawled awkwardly across her entryway.

   "Are you okay?" John inquired as he knelt to gather the groceries.

   "I am...but I'm afraid our french bread is now flatbread," she replied,
extracting the crushed loaf from behind her back.  "At least the wine
didn't break." He laughed and reached to help her up.  She noticed that his
gaze was drawn to her chest, and following it she saw why.  Her thin
t-shirt, once soaked, did nothing to hide her breasts underneath, and
indeed seemed to accentuate them as it clung to her contours.  Her nipples
stood at pointed attention from the brief chill of the wind.  "You like
what you see?" she teased.  Again he blushed.  It was too easy to ruffle
him, she thought.

   "Sorry..." He looked away and returned to chasing down the container of
parmesan cheese.

   "It's OK, John.  I thought we'd settled that.  We do need some dry
clothes, though.  Let me check Helen's room--Scott usually keeps some spare
gym gear here." She tossed the crushed bread on the table and dripped her
way down the hall, returning with Scott's gym bag and a towel.  "Here you
go.  I'll be right back to start dinner." He already had the rest of the
groceries sorted, and got the ice cream to the freezer.  "Thanks for your
help." She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and made him blush again. 
"Too easy", she thought, as she entered her room and closed the door.

   The storm continued outside as rain pelted the house and branches
whipped wildly.  Lightning flashed frequently and was followed by immediate
claps of thunder.  She quickly stripped off her wet clothes and toweled off
the remaining dampness.  She grabbed a tank top and shorts, and pulled them
on.  They were fairly snug--if he looked at all, there wouldn't be much
doubt that she wasn't wearing anything underneath, and she guessed he would
be looking.  She came out to the living area to find him bare-chested,
arranging his wet clothes over a desk chair.  He had on a pair of Scott's
shorts--a size or two too large, and probably also "commando", she
surmised.

   She started into the kitchen and set a pot of water on for the pasta. 
He followed her into the small kitchen alcove and asked how he could help.
"There's a corkscrew in the back of the silverware drawer--you could get
the wine open and pour me a glass."

   "No problem.  Glasses?"

   "Oh yeah...just a sec." She realized that her seldom-used wine glasses
were pushed to the back of a top shelf, so hiked herself up on the counter
to reach for them.  "Here you go".  She handed a pair down to him. 
Shifting her weight to climb down, she teetered a bit, and he reached out
to steady her, offering his arm as support for her slide to the floor.  She
felt his hand warm and strong, first at her hip, then sliding up her side
and under her outstretched arm as she returned to the floor.  Once
standing, she leaned into him and felt him squeeze her in turn.  His hand
stroked gently up and across her shoulder blades , noting the smoothness
which betrayed her lack of undergarment.  "Thanks," she whispered, giving
him a brief sidearm hug.  She breathed in deeply.  There was Something
there both arousing and comforting.  Maybe it was that masculine scent her
limbic system had picked up on earlier--a clean body, a little natural
musk, now washed with rain.  And now this smooth muscled torso so close to
hers.

   "Hope you don't mind that I couldn't find a clean shirt in Scott's bag.
I hope it's not 'No Shoes, No Shirt, No Service' here."

   "No, not at all.  I'm really not minding..." Maybe she was saying too
much now.  She wasn't ready to cross the line from flirtation to seduction.
Or had she already?  She tried changing the subject.  "Are you still
playing tennis?"

   "Just a little.  Not many players my age at the neighborhood courts
right now, and I haven't checked out the intramurals here yet."

   "We'll have to play sometime--maybe with Scott and Helen." She dumped
the pasta into the boiling water and placed the sauce for the microwave. 
John succeeded in uncorking the wine and pouring a glass for her.  She
accepted it gladly and clinked it against his in a mock toast.  He smiled,
eyes shining at her as they took their first sips.  She blushed a bit and
turned to ready the meal.  She could feel his eyes on her as she reached
for plates and salad bowls, so after setting them down, she bent low to
reach for a colander from a lower cabinet.  She shot him a glance as she
turned toward the sink and began rinsing the lettuce, grinning smugly at
having caught him staring at her ass.  She assembled two salads and handed
them to him to set at the table, along with plates and utensils.  She
couldn't remember how long it had been since she cooked a meal, however
simple, actually with someone.  She sipped at her wine and watched the
pasta bubble.  The microwave chimed as the sauce was done, and she reached
for an oven mitt to remove it.  Just as she opened the door, the lights
suddenly went out.  The house was briefly silent, then rocked with a loud
rumble of thunder.

   "Whoa!" exclaimed John.  "--that was a close one!"

   Renee felt frozen in fear for a moment, then trembled slightly and
attempted to reorient herself to the loss of power.  The pasta still boiled
above the blue gas flame.  It was about done.  What had she been doing? 
The sauce...  She reached carefully for the hot container.  It was dark in
the windowless kitchen alcove and she bumped the empty colander against her
wine glass, spilling it.  "Shit!"

   "Are you OK?"

   "Mostly--I can't see.  And I spilled."

   "Do you have a flashlight somewhere?"

   "We did--but I bet Helen took it.  There are some candles somewhere in
here."

   She rummaged blindly through drawers as he reached across her to feel
through the cabinets above.  "You're shaking.  Are you sure you're OK?"

   "Just startled." Her voice sounded shaky too.  "And nervous, I guess. 
Sorry.  Here's one candle.  I can't find matches, dammit."

   "We can use the stove flame." He took the candle from her, found a scrap
of paper he could light on the stove, and lit the candle.  Handing it back
to her, he thought her eyes looked just a bit too sparkly.  Heavy with
tears was more like it...  "Hey, it's alright, Renee."

   "Ju-- just stressed, I guess."

   "Nothing to stress about--storm will be done soon, we'll eat with or
without power...  Try to relax." He reached both hands to her shoulders and
rubbed lightly.  She tilted her head to the side to brush her cheek against
him and sighed.

   "Sorry.  It's not a big deal.  I just don't like storms--or
interruptions--and it really startled me.  Thanks." She smiled at him,
kissing the back of his hand as she turned to finish her task.  He stayed
where he was, standing close in the confined space.  She let herself brush
and bump lightly against him as she wiped up her spill, re-rinsed the
colander, and prepared to drain the pasta.  "Could you refill my glass?  I
think we can sit down to eat now."

   "Looks great--I wasn't expecting a candlelight dinner tonight!"

   "I don't think either of us did...I wonder how long the power will be
knocked out?"

   "Hard to say--guess it depends how big an area got hit, and how many
other outages there are.  If it hit a local transformer it might be awhile,
especially if there were a lot of trees or stuff down.  It looks like it's
still raining pretty hard, but I think the wind is letting up."

   "Well I hope you aren't in a hurry to get home.  In fact, if you need to
stay...  um ...  well I mean, you can sleep in Helen's room." She felt a
flush in her cheeks, and hoped that the candlelight hid the blush.  John
just coughed and swirled his spaghetti carefully.

   "So how do you think the campers are doing tonight?"

   "I don't know.  Were they going far enough north to be away from this
storm system?"

   "Not sure.  Knowing Helen, though, if her sleeping bag gets wet, she'll
whine until Scott takes her to a motel."

   "Well, that will probably turn out better for him anyway.  He'll
probably get more action that way!"

   John coughed again, choking on a bite of salad.  He reached for his wine
and took in a large swallow.  He looked distressed.

   "What's wrong?  Does it bug you to think that your sister has sex with
her fiancee?"

   "I don't know.  I mean, I assumed they do...  I guess I'm just not used
to being so blunt about it!"

   She giggled.  "I guess maybe I've gotten a bit too used to it." She
leaned conspiratorily across the table and added in a low tone, "They get
pretty loud sometimes--especially Helen!"

   John plugged his ears--"OH-kay--lalalalalalalala--I'm not hearing this!
You'll kill my mother!"

   Renee laughed out loud.  "I think your mother can handle it...  She
dropped in over here a couple of weeks ago and had to get them out of bed
to take them out for lunch.  You should have seen her leering at Scott's
ass!  Gave him a nice butt slap too..."

   "Oh God," John groaned and collapsed face down on the table.  "I guess I
am the family prude..."

   Renee giggled.  "You're damn cute, you know that?  And I don't think
there's anything wrong with you.  Hey--we'd better eat the ice cream pretty
soon or we'll be drinking it for dessert."

   "OK--thanks for changing the subject." He cleared the plates and
followed her into the kitchen.  She was kneeling up on the counter again,
rummaging through an upper cabinet in search of her fancier dessert bowls.
Sure they could eat out of the carton, but since this had turned out to be
a special candlelight occasion...  "Here--can you take these?" She handed
him two glass dishes and turned to hop down.  He was right behind her
again--she rather liked how the tiny kitchen was forcing physical intimacy.
"Help me down again?" He didn't hesitate to offer his arms.  She sat on the
counter and placed her arms across his muscular shoulders, then decided to
pull him closer and wrap her legs around him.  "Actually, I really don't
need to get down just now..." His arms encircled her as well.  She nuzzled
his neck softly.  "I really kind of like this...if you don't mind, that
is". He shook his head.  "Good." She kissed his cheek softly, then moved to
peck his lips.  He pulled her closer and kissed back warmly.  Good again.
He wasn't prudish when it came to kissing at least.  She felt safe and
comfortable in his arms there in the darkened kitchen.  She let her hands
roam his lean arms and back, as he delighted her mouth with soft, warm
kisses.  She licked his lips with her tongue, and his tapped back gently.
Soon their tongues chased each other playfully from one mouth to the other.
She held him tightly and let him trail more kisses along her jaw and down
the side of her neck to suck softly on her earlobe.  She sighed contentedly
at his attentions.

   "Our ice cream is melting," he whispered.

   "That's not the only thing," she murmured back.  "Ok...help me down". 
She held closely to him as she slid down his body again.  Oo--there it was,
strong and hard, with only a couple of thin layers of fabric separating
them.  She let her hands drift to his ass and hugged him tightly, leaving
no doubt that she approved of his arousal.  She kissed his smooth chest
lightly and slowly relaxed her embrace.  They were silent as she scooped
the soft ice cream into the dishes and felt in the drawer for clean spoons.
He still stood next to her, a hand rested softly at her hip, occasionally
rubbing lightly up her spine.  "More wine?" She refilled their glasses,
emptying the first bottle.  "Let's go to the couch." She led him into the
small sitting area and sat down at one end of the sofa, putting her feet up
and leaning back against the arm.  She smiled softly as he took his place
in the middle of the couch.  She'd considered that he might opt to choose
the far end, but it pleased her that she could tunnel her bare feet beneath
his thighs, and that he responded by resting a hand on her calf.

   "I feel like we should be watching TV," he jested, "but I guess we'll
have to talk instead".

   "Talking's good by me." She licked her spoon with a exaggerated swirl of
her tongue.  "Unless you can think of something else to do with the lights
out..." He didn't reply, but stroked her leg softly.  "I know that you
weren't really expecting to come over this afternoon and get into a
make-out session or anything else, but um--I really don't mind that it's
turned out that way, you know..."

   "No--it's nice.  I...I just don't want to be thinking that I'm taking
advantage of you or something."

   "Who's taking advantage of whom here, do you think?  I'd say that as
long as we're both enjoying ourselves, there's nothing to worry about. 
Right?"

   "Right.  Well, then let me just say that you're freakin' gorgeous
sitting there in candlelight.  And I can't think of anything I'd rather do
than kiss you."

   Renee smiled.  "Finish your ice cream, you lovely man."

   "You finish it!" He took a spoonful and held it out to her.  She happily
opened her mouth to receive it and fed him a spoonful in return. 
Unfortunately for her, his next spoonful to her dripped heavily off her
chin and onto her upper chest.  She smiled devilishly and scooped up the
drops on her pinky, and transferred it to her mouth, sucking slowly on the
finger.  He trembled as her next melty spoonful weaved its way toward his
open mouth, leaving a dribble on his bare chest.  Mimicking her, he
gathered the liquid on his finger, then held it out to her.  She sucked
hungrily, keeping her eyes fixed on his.  He didn't even pretend to try to
get the last drops from his bowl to her mouth, letting the spoonful of
melted cream drip on her chin and neckline before placing a final dab on
her nose.  He set his bowl down and moved closer to her to lick the cream
from where it had landed.  She opened her arms to him and let him kiss at
her neck and bare shoulders.  She stroked the lean muscles of his arms and
reached around his back to pull him closer.  Soon she had climbed into his
lap and their arms circled each other as they kissed passionately.  His
tongue which had earlier flitted playfully in her mouth now probed deeply
and forcefully, and she opened eagerly to accept it.  Shaking and breathing
heavily, she panted against his neck as his hands roamed over her back. 
Impatiently, she guided his hands beneath the flimsy tank top and leaned
backwards to bring them to her aching breasts.

   "Oh John--I need you to touch me all over...  Please..." She moaned as
his hands enveloped each breast and his thumbs circled the erect nipples.
He sighed into her mouth and she held his head in her hands, pressing
herself still more closely against him.

   "Renee...I can't believe this...oh how sweet you are to kiss.  Oh what
lovely breasts..."

   "Kiss them." She lifted her arms upward and he quickly removed her top
and obeyed, hungrily kissing and sucking at her soft mounds.  She slid off
his lap and they maneuvered to lie side by side on the couch.  She stroked
his head and shoulders as he lavished loving attention on her breasts.  She
relished the contact of his smooth skin on hers, and wrapped her leg over
his.  He was making no effort to hide his arousal, and instinctively thrust
against her thigh as it brushed over him.  His hands were now caressing her
buttocks through the thin nylon of her jogging shorts.  Her groin felt
heavy and swollen; she would be dripping wet by now.  She wanted this. 
Everything in her body wanted this--but John...what was he feeling?

   "John.  Honey?" she panted.  He slowed the tempo of his activity and
pulled himself up to lie face to face with her.  "I...uh...oh, listen--I
hate to say this, but sweetie, if we don't stop now, I'm not going to be
able to be responsible for my actions the rest of the night.  I might even
end up, I don't know...raping you or something..."

   "It wouldn't be rape.  I'd be a more-than-willing
participant...but...uh...well if this does keep going..."

   "I'm willing, too--are you worried about Helen?"

   "Uh well, I suppose that could be awkward, too...but..." He was
struggling to form words.  He wanted this to sound right.  "Look
Renee--I've probably been crushing on you since I was an 8th grader.  For
all I know, this whole evening has really just been an immensely enjoyable,
vivid dream!  But oh...out with it...  Renee--I've never done this before."

   "Never...slept with a friend before?"

   "Never slept with ANYONE before.  Maybe it's hard to believe, but the
only one I ever got close to this point with was Joann, and her family was
so conservative.  She really wanted to wait for marriage, and I wanted to
respect that.  And even though we got hot and heavy quite a few times, we
kept our virginity.  Never really even got this naked with each other,
actually.  But anyway--that's where I'm at.  I DON'T want to stop what's
happening tonight...but I'm already kinda in uncharted territory here.  And
I want you to know that.  "

   "So...do you want me to do this?  Do you want to lose your virginity
tonight?  Do you want me to be your first?"

   "Renee--there is no one in the world I would rather have it be."

   "It's an important moment.  I don't want to hurt you.  I won't make any
promises tonight that I'll love you forever, or anything like that..."

   "I know.  I'm not expecting that.  I mean, I hope we'll still want to
see each other again in the morning."

   "I would have let things go this far if I didn't think that you were at
least potentially relationship material, John.  I promise to be honest with
you.  OK?  And whatever we do here--it's for both of us.  Deal?"

   "Absolutely." They were silent for a moment.  There was still the sound
of rain falling, now and then some distant thunder.  She noticed how quiet
the apartment was without the constant hum of fans and motors, radio and
TV. She felt his breath at her cheek, the pulse of his heart against her
ribs.

   "You know, for someone with so little experience, you really are already
an awesome lover."

   "Really?"

   "Really.  The way you hold me and touch me and look at me and oh
especially the way you kiss me...you've got me incredibly turned on.  I
think we're going to have an amazing night!"

   "I hope so.  It's already been amazing for me...I can only imagine..."

   "No hurry, but shall we move to the bedroom?"

   He nodded.  They embraced again, and he kissed her, then stood and
pulled her up.  "Lead the way." He gave her ass a soft squeeze as she
passed, and she smiled.

   Entering the bedroom, she straightened the sheets and crawled onto the
bed.  Opening her arms, she beckoned to him to lie down next to her and
embraced him.  She pressed her breasts against him and rubbed her body
across his.  Kissing him deeply she softly murmured to him.  "Touch me
however you want to, whereever you want to.  Take your time.  We have all
night to make love--and I plan to do it all night!" He responded by
stroking his hand down her spine until it slipped beneath her shorts and
rubbed her firm ass cheeks.  She cooed pleasantly in encouragement and
rubbed her groin against his.  "Mmm.  I feel your hard cock there.  I can't
wait to have it." She wrapped her body around him and kissed him deeply. 
She explored his mouth with her tongue and moaned eagerly when his entered
her.  His hands were roaming more widely now, encirling her thighs and
teasing at the front of her shorts.  She could feel that she was dripping
with lubrication already, but she wanted to give him time to explore, for
him to decide when to move further.  She was ready to move further with
him, though.  Echoing his motions, she rubbed her hands over bare ass
cheeks beneath his shorts, squeezed the firm muscles of his thighs, and
lightly traced the outline of his hardness through the thin shorts.  She
felt his cock twitch at her first touch, and she moaned her admiration into
his mouth.  "Oh, I want to see this...wait here".  She hurried into the
sitting room to fetch the candle and brought it into where he lay.

   "That's a nice idea.  I want to see you, too.  Your breasts look as
lovely as they've felt." She placed the candle at the bedside and moved to
sit next to him.  He reached up to caress her breasts, then lay back again
with his arms folded behind his head.  "You are the vision of
loveliness..."

   She smiled.  "I feel more like the spirit of lustiness just now." She
ran her hand down his bare chest and over his stomach.  She leaned down to
kiss his mouth again as her hand slipped beneath his shorts and wrapped
around his hot erection.  She could feel that slick fluid was already
leaking from his tip, and she slowly spread it over his glans with her
finger.  He gasped at her touch.  "You have a beautiful cock." She shifted
toward his legs and took his shorts in both hands, pulling them down.  He
lifted his hips and she pulled them off completely.  His erection stood
upright, swollen to fullness and glistening with pre-cum.  "Oh John--I have
to kiss this." She lightly touched her lips to the tip and tasted the sweet
fluid that oozed from him there.  She circled the smooth glans with her
tongue and felt him twitch and moan.  Gently she caressed his balls and
massaged his thighs.  "I could do more--but I want your first come to be
inside me tonight.  I can't wait, darling."

   "Then let me see you." He pulled her up on the bed and she knelt at his
head.  He turned to work her shorts over her hips until just the top edge
of her bush came into view.  He pushed the back of her shorts down over her
ass and massaged her cheeks as he nuzzled her pubic mound through the
fabric.  Her aroma excited him and he pulled the shorts down to expose her
aroused vulva.  It glistened in the candlelight with her natural moisture.
She rocked from side to side to finish removing the shorts, then straddled
his head so he could see her.  He touched her gently, separating the
swollen inner petals of her labia, then raising his head to kiss her there.
He slipped his finger between the labia and found her opening, hot and wet
with desire.  He traced the opening upward and found the hard ridge of her
clitoris.  She moaned loudly as he rubbed there, and involuntarily thrust
her hips forward for more.  Kissing her there again, he tested his tongue
against her clit.  Her taste was mild--salt and musk.  Her moans emboldened
him to lick harder, and he slipped his finger back into her opening.  She
clenched her pelvic muscles to show how she wanted to enfold him there. 
"You're marvelous.  Oh Renee--what a wonderful sexy person you are!"

   "It's all for you tonight, John.  Are you ready for me?" She slid her
bottom backward until she was lying atop his body.  She could feel his
erection throbbing against her groin.  She kissed him softly, then
balancing herself above him with a hand on his chest, she positioned his
swollen cock at her entrance.  "I am SO ready for you, sweetheart.  Can you
feel how much I want you inside me?" He nodded and reached upward to cup
her breasts.  Her nipples were erect with arousal.  Slowly she lowered her
hips.  She took his glans inside and felt its warmth gently spreading her
labia.  "You feel so good there...oh." She lowered further.  Oh this was
exactly what she had missed-- a swollen, hard, LIVING man inside her wet
channel.  She contracted her vaginal muscles and felt him twitch upward in
response.  His eyes were wide open, fixed on her face.  He watched her
intently as she lowered herself on him as far as she could go.  She felt
his pubic hair tickle at her sensitive clit and she rocked slowly to grind
it against his hard pubic bone.  "How does it feel, darling?"

   "Oh Renee...just incredible...You're so, so...perfect.  Oh god...it's
just the most perfect feeling I've ever felt there, how you, you wrap me
up...mmm, oh." She smiled.  He felt good inside her, too--such a nice
fullness.  And knowing that she was giving him the greatest pleasure of his
life...and feeling his hands on her breasts and ass...  She rocked against
him, drinking in the goodness and pleasure.  She lifted up slightly to
adjust his position in her, and slid back down, enjoying how he distended
her.  He groaned heavily with the movement, and she realized that as good
as this was, it was likely to be a short ride to his climax.

   "Just enjoy, darling...it's all good.  SOOO good.  Unh." She grunted as
she bottomed out on him a third time.  "Oh.  Oh it IS good.  OH John, how
you fill me...you're so good, soooo good."

   "Oh god Renee.  I'm really close here..."

   "Let it go honey..." She clenched her pelvic muscles on him, sending a
shiver through her own groin, and began moving faster over him.  She pulled
up almost too far, then pressed back down again with another grunt. 
Another stroke and he was rising to meet her as she fell.  She clenched and
relaxed and ground her clit against him as he pounded upward into her.  His
thrusts were becoming automatic now and his breathing was heavy.  Another
stroke and he pulled her down to him and covered his mouth with hers,
moaning in agonizing pleasure at last.  She echoed his moans back in
encouragement.  "Oh yes love--oh yes, oh love, oh...mmm." She felt the
spasms of his hard cock inside her and knew that he was filling her with
his cum, fulfilling desires that were both primal and deeply heartfelt.  As
his breathing slowed slightly, she felt his juices begin to drip from their
joining.  She began to rock with short thrusts, keeping his hardness deep
inside her, and maximizing the friction of her clitoris against his shaft.
So long, so much she had desired this, oh so deeply good this felt.  He
relaxed some of his grip on her and dropped his head to take a breast into
his mouth.  She gasped at the added sensation.  It was just the right
moment and...one more thrust...and OH...."AHH.  OmiGOD John!  OH! 
Unnnnh..." Now it was her turn to thrust deeply and shudder with pleasure.
As her spasms passed she lowered herself over him.  She floated in bliss on
his heaving chest, and he nibbled her ear with soft kisses and whispered
words of love and gratitude.

   He held her quietly for a short time as their bodies melted against each
other.  "You're wonderful...," he whispered.

   "Was it as good as you dreamed, honey?"

   "A million times better...but um, maybe messier?  I think we're making a
puddle on your bed here."

   She giggled.  "That just means it was really good." She kissed him and
rolled off to one side.  "And you were.  You really felt good inside me.  I
could feel you coming--your hot cock filling me..."

   "Did I satisfy you?" He turned to face her, and rested a hand on her
stomach.

   "Mmmm...for the moment maybe." She grinned devilishly.  "But we're not
finished!" She hopped up to get a towel and dabbed it lightly at her
crotch. "Here," as she tossed it to him.  Spread this out on the wet
spot--I'm just going to go get us something to drink." He watched her firm
bottom as she disappeared out of the glow of the candle.  She quickly
returned with glasses of ice water.  "Freezer's still cold--I suppose it
will be ok for awhile.  The street looks really dark, though." He sipped
his water and watched her peer out the window.  The candle's glow reflected
off her skin, highlighting the curves of her breasts and hips.  Earlier he
had tried not to look, but now she was his to admire fully.  When she
turned she saw him gazing at her, awestruck.  She paused to watch him smile
as he took in her chestnut framed face, her rounded breasts, her firm
belly, curved hips, and there in the center, the dark triangle that pointed
to her inner treasures.  "You like what you see?" He nodded.  "I like what
I see too--especially that nice hard cock." She crawled across the bed to
touch it softly.  It jumped in response and she smiled.  She lay down
alongside him and stroked him softly.  "The first time was for you--but
this time is for me.  And I want a nice, hard FUCKING.  Think you're up for
that?"

   He grinned and reached for her.  "Whatever you want...".  A arm wrapped
around her.  She closed her eyes.  She felt his lips at her earlobe, then
neck, then tracing her jawline toward her hungry mouth.  She turned her
head gently away from him and he traced upward to her other ear.  His hand
wandered from breast to cleavage to breast.  She turned away from him onto
her side and he pulled her close against his body.  This was good.  She
cuddled into the spoon and let his hands roam as his lips caressed the nape
of her neck.  It had been a good instinct to give into, taking his
virginity quickly.  Now his desires were gentler, less urgent, and all the
more arousing to her.  She touched the back of the hand lying idle on her
breast, nudging it lower.  He was a teachable one.  Soon his fingers
brushed through her pubic patch and tested her slick cleft again.  She
squirmed as he spread her juices over her sensitive clit, and felt his
shaft hardening on her ass.

   "Unh...mm...do what ever you want darling, " she panted.  Two of his
fingers now spread her labia and rubbed against the sides of her clit.  His
breath still warmed her neck, and the arm that had been draped over her now
moved up and down her spine, reaching a little lower on each trip.  He
pulled himself backward slightly, and the position of his arms now tipped
her onto her stomach.  His hand continued stroking her clit beneath her,
and now the upper arm rubbed her ass slowly.  She gently humped against his
lower hand, and the upper drifted along the cleavage of her ass toward the
wetness of her crotch.  How could one so admittedly inexperienced know so
well how to stir the fire in her groin?  Soon fingers explored her from
behind as the stroking of her clit intensified.  She parted her thighs
wider so that he could penetrate her vagina slowly.  Her head turned his
way and her mouth sought his lips.  "Mmm.....Ohhhhh that's good..." she
moaned.

   "You're incredible, Renee.  So passionate.  So hot.  So sexy." He kissed
down her neck, her shoulders, her spine...Oh god...she raised her hips off
the bed and parted her legs wider as his mouth nibbled at her ass.  He
brought his face against her dripping crotch and inhaled the strong aroma
of her arousal.

   "Unhhhmmm....Oh John.  Pllleeeasssssse..." she hissed.  "Please fuck me
now.  Can you do me like this?  Oh please...." He knelt behind her, hard
cock nestling between her ass cheeks.  He felt clumsy, but she reached
between her legs to find him and guide his shaft lower, against her cleft.
She was slippery and hot.  They wriggled together until she could position
his tip against her opening and he pressed inside her.  She moaned as he
worked into her, one tentative inch at a time.  "Oooohhhhh John.  Oh how
did you know that would please me so...  Oh god.  Oh, oh fuck this is what
I need..." He pressed fully into her, feeling her channel squeezing him,
pulling him back in each time he slowly pulled out.  He gripped her hips
tightly, not wanting to lose this position and slip out--as though she
would let him.  He watched her face resting sideways on the pillow.  Her
cheeks were flushed, her open mouth moving silently as she panted and
groaned with lust.  Fuck me, oh fuck me, oh...  His confidence swelled as
he felt her desire.  She wanted him, it was his cock driving into her, an
instrument of pleasure and power.  He moved more rapidly, stroked more
forcefully.  She responded with a crescendo of moans, grinding against him
with each downstroke.  "Oh fuck John.  Oh fuck me, fuck me, FUCK MEEEEEE!"
He felt her whole body convulse as the climax washed over her.  He
continued pounding into her until she collapsed and let him fall out of
her. "Ohh I can't...oh John...oh I dont want you to stop..." She rolled to
her back and spread herself to him.  He covered her and let his cock find
her center again.  He thrust into her, again buried within her to his very
root.  Though exhausted, she still urged him on.  The fullness she felt
with him there...so satisfied, yet yearning for more.  He drove into her
deeply now, faster and harder and OH!  He was there, his cock jerking
inside her, his body trembling.  She arched her back and pressed into him.
At last she shuddered with the crest of her climax, gasping with pleasure
as the waves of warmth spread through her veins.  She sought his mouth with
her lips and kissed him tenderly.  Her arms stroked his back, her fingers
tracing the tiny rivulets of sweat.  She felt his muscles relaxing as his
cock softened within her.  He moaned softly as it finally slipped out of
her and she felt the warm fluids of their cum trickling toward her anus. 
"That was beautiful, lover," she whispered with a kiss.  "So good, so
exciting, so filling.  I could do this everyday!"

   "Mmmm.  I don't know if I could keep up with you.  Should we rest for
awhile?"

   She nodded.  He rolled slowly to his side.  She sat up for a moment to
blow out the candle, and blotted softly at her leaky pussy and his dripping
cock with the towel.  "There's always the morning, my love.  Sleep sweet
dreams..."