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 Love At First Sight By Jeremy Spencer Copyright 2004

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   Author's Note: The following is a fictional story.  In it, fictional
characters have hot, sweaty, unprotected, fictional sex.  They live in a
fictional world without fictional diseases.  You do not.  Be careful.  All
characters in this story are old enough to know what they're doing.  Now,
on to the show!

   *****

   Love at first sight.  Say the phrase and many people scoff, claiming
it's simply lust disguised as longing.  A false sense of belonging.  A
product of hormones and pheromones in some sort of crazy dance.  They say
love is more than visual, and of course it is, but still...

   Talk to the rest of the world, the people who know what love at first
sight really is...  and you'll get an entirely different response.

   I am in the second group.

   Love at first sight exists.  Sometimes it even works out.

   Who was it in my case?

   It was Emily Hubbard.

   I saw her for the first time the day I graduated from junior high.  She
was shy and pretty and pale and beautiful, and I knew I had to get to know
her.

   I knew the boy she was standing with was her brother Kyle, and assumed
the two adults off to the side were their parents.  I knew Kyle enough to
know his name, but aside from that we had probably talked less than a
handful of times in our eight years of schooling.  That didn't slow me down
in the least.

   "Kyle!" I shouted across the courtyard, drawing some stern looks, no
doubt, "we made it!" I reached him as he was closing in the punch bowl,
where four or five of his friends had also gathered.

   "John, right?" he asked, undoubtedly confused as to who I was and why I
was so excited to see him.  I nodded.

   "Yep, high school next year.  Gotta love that, right?"

   He gave me a look, but nodded at me.  He quickly turned and began
talking with his friends, a mob of adolescent boys standing next to the
punch bowl.

   This wasn't going the direction I had hoped, so I played my next card.
"Those your parents over there?" I asked, jerking my head toward where his
family was standing.  Subtlety was never a strong point with me.

   He looked to where I had motioned.  "Yeah...  Damn.  It's almost time to
go." I looked again and they were indeed making the general
hurry-up-we-have-to-go-or-we're-going-to-be-late gestures.

   "What are their names?" I asked, hoping.  Hoping he would say...

   "Do you want to meet them?  You could.  My dad is the coolest." Turning
around, he addressed the group of friends he was abandoning.  "You're in
charge of the punch, got it?  Make sure everyone has a good time."

   He leered as they gave him knowing looks.  It wasn't until that exchange
that I saw the thin silver flask being passed from hand to hand, just out
of sight of the chaperones.  A good time indeed.  Distracted, I wondered
just how drunk an entire group would get on such a small bit of alcohol,
when I noticed Kyle standing there.  What was he waiting for?  Oh!

   "Uh...  yeah, sure.  I'll meet your parents." And your sister!  I
silently shouted to myself.

   We walked over to where his parents and sister were standing, a little
bit back from the rest of the reception.  As we drew closer, I was able to
hear Mr.  Hubbard, a man I would grow to despise, chastising Emily,
although for what I wasn't able to tell.

   "Now you will not let this happen again.  Not today, not ever.  Do you
understand?"

   Emily nodded her head.

   "I didn't hear you, Emily.  Answer me when I ask you a question.  And
look at me.  Always look a person in the eye when they're talking to you.
Do you understand?" Emily raised her head, and I could see her eyes were
puffy from crying.

   "I understand."

   "Good.  Boys!  Congratulations.  Kyle, who's your friend?  I don't know
if we've met." Kyle went through the introductions, and I shook Mr.  and
Mrs.  Hubbard's hands and accepted their congratulations.  If they wondered
why they were suddenly being introduced to me, after Kyle and I had been in
school together for so long, they were tactful enough to not mention it.

   When it came time to meet Emily, Kyle simply waved his hand and muttered
'this is my sister.'

   "Emily," she provided, smiling at me and reaching out to shake hands
with me.

   Suddenly my mouth was as dry as a desert.  It was all I could do to
squeak out a very unmanly "hello," while all the blood rushed to my face.

   Damn puberty!

   To my horror, I quickly realized not all the blood was heading north, as
a fair amount appeared to be heading straight to my dick.  I felt my pants
grow tight and my face grow hot as I realized the power Emily already had
over me.  The simple act of seeing her smile, hearing her voice and feeling
her soft hand in mine had given me an erection!

   Emily giggled, whether from my predicament or the sudden octave shift in
my voice, I don't know.  Happily she said nothing, and no one else seemed
to notice.

   Suddenly her father turned on her.  "God dammit Emily!  What did I tell
you?  I work too hard for this family to stand around empty handed and
hungry.  Margaret," he added, turning to his wife, "why don't you teach
your daughter some responsibility for once?  Go get me and Kyle some food."

   Suddenly the gracious host, he turned back to me, "Did you want
anything? John, right?  It wouldn't be any trouble."

   I admitted I'd already eaten a plate, but would be more than happy to
help Emily get the food, 'so you and your wife can talk with Kyle.' This
got me a funny look and the assurance that Emily would be more than happy
to get everything by herself, but before he was finished I shot after her,
earning a look of gratitude and a quiet 'thank you,' that I alone could
hear.

   Glancing back I saw Mr.  Hubbard and Kyle giving me odd, unsettling
looks, but I ignored them.

   *****

   "Thanks."

   "For what?"

   "For helping out with the food, and getting me away from my dad.  He can
be pretty mean sometimes."

   "It was no problem.  I'm glad to help." This again earned me a dazzling
smile.  If it hadn't been love at first sight, I would have surely been
smitten after this.  I was awestruck.  She and I talked while waiting in
line, and I learned she was eleven to my fourteen, and would be starting
junior high in the fall.

   As she talked about her friends, I looked her over more closely and
began noticing the small details.  A wisp of hair slightly out of place. 
The way her pony tail covered, but managed to accentuate her long, elegant
neck.  How when she was listening to me talk she would never look directly
at me, instead glancing out of the corner of an eye.  How the dress she was
wearing, a simple spring dress, hung on her.  She was still very much a
girl but beginning to blossom into a woman.  From the slight bumps of her
new breasts to the way the dress curved when it hit her hips, to the way
the smooth fabric clung to and accented her round buttocks, I was in love.
At least in as much love as a fourteen year old boy can be.

   As Emily and I were nearing the first table of food, an elderly lady
ahead of us suddenly lurched backwards, nearly colliding with the two of
us. Emily took a quick hop back, and I put a hand out to steady her.  To my
dismay, as soon as we touched, I realized that the blood had again rushed
to my penis, and when I felt the soft pillows of her ass brush over my
crotch, I immediately had a full blown, very embarrassing erection.

   This time I knew she noticed, as her eyes grew wide in surprise and I
saw her quickly glance at me, but there was no outrage in her eyes, only
faint amusement.  Glancing around to see if anyone was watching, she took
her hand and cupped it over my engorged penis, gently squeezing with her
fingertips.  The feeling was electric, and I involuntarily pushed back,
enjoying the illicit contact.

   Sliding my hand down her back, I eventually let it rest on her hip,
sliding up and down as far as the first hint of the swell of her firm ass.

   I was fascinated with her dress.  At first it had appeared to be a
simple gray linen material, but as my hand slowly moved over her hip and
ass, I could feel it was much smoother, almost like silk.  I also noticed
the material had a subtle sheen to it, so while I was cupping her buttocks
in my hand the color appeared to move from gray to silver to almost black.
My heart was pounding and I could hear the blood rushing in my ears, but
Emily didn't cry out, instead pushing herself closer to me, continuing to
rub my still hard cock.

   Soon enough, however, the line cleared and we quickly pulled our hands
away.  Before we grabbed plates to bring back to her family, she again
looked back and quickly kissed me on the cheek.

   "Thanks, John." She blushed slightly, as I looked down on the top of her
head, not sure why she was thanking me.  Assuming she was grateful for my
help with the food, and that she simply didn't want to cause a scene about
my erection, I answered slowly.

   "Um...  no problem...  you're welcome."

   As we walked back to her parents and brother, I heard my name called out
and turned to see my parents walking up.  I quickly introduced them to
Emily, explained what we were doing with the plates, and found out that we
were just about ready to go.  I walked back with Emily and handed her
mother the plate I'd been carrying.  I quickly said my goodbyes to Kyle and
his seemingly distracted parents, and went back to my mom and dad, and the
three of us quickly headed off to our car.

   As we were driving back through the parking lot, we happened to pass
nearby where Emily and her family were standing.  I again heard her father,
and Kyle too, chastising her about something, the food no doubt.  As she
turned away from them, tears again filling her eyes, she saw me looking out
of the back window of our car.  I waved and gave her a smile.  She gave me
a small wave, blew a kiss my direction and turned back to her father.

   That was the last I saw of Emily for seven years.

   *****

   Like for many kids, high school was pretty much a blur.  I remember the
first day of school, finding out that Kyle's family had moved out of state
a couple weeks after graduating middle school, and of course that meant
that Emily was also gone.  No one I knew was good enough friends to even
know where they had moved, so Emily, at least for me, was gone forever.

   I don't know what I was thinking would have happened, even if they'd
stayed.  Kyle and I were not that close as friends, and I don't know how
long I would have lasted pretending to be buddies, if it was only to be
around Emily.  And because of our age difference, we wouldn't share a
school building until my senior year.  I'd be eighteen, and she would be
fifteen.  So I convinced myself it was for the best, although I never
stopped thinking about her.

   In addition to the first day of school, and the sadness at learning
Emily had moved away, I also remember the last day.  The excitement, the
anxiety, and more than anything the elation.  It was almost beyond my
comprehension that I would no longer have to sit in a homeroom class, or be
forced to attend study hall, or take all the stupid classes "they" thought
I should take, in order to be a well-rounded individual.

   In between though, it was a lot of late nights, studying just enough to
get by with grades my family would accept, and good friends.  Mostly good
friends.  I was not, and never have been a womanizer, and because of the
sudden disappearance of Emily from my life, I believe I shied away from
dating even more.

   I had good female friends, and we would hang out, and on one memorable
February in the middle of a snowstorm, I had my virginity willingly ripped
away from me by a good friend.  We were doing each other a favor, and it
was most definitely nothing to write home about!  But I had a good solid
support system in place, and they were kind enough to mostly ignore me when
I pined for the girl that got away, and gentle enough to not pressure me
when I decided drugs and alcohol were not for me.  I was young and carefree
and one day in June, I became my own free self.

   So what did I do, to show my newfound independence?  What did I do, now
that I was free of any education requirements?  Absolutely correct...  I
went to college.

   I didn't have much of an idea what I was going to do with my life, only
that it would be noble and important, probably dangerous, and would
undoubtedly lead me to fame and fortune, piles of money, respect and love.
Obviously the hubris of the young.

   But off to college I went.  My nod to my parents' wishes was to attend a
four-year school, instead of a 2-year technical or vocational institution.
It would mean more money on tuition, but they were chipping in and they
felt it important to receive a liberal arts education.  Again with the
well-rounded line of crap.

   College also started out similar to high school.  My first semester I
met my best friend Caleb, and his girlfriend Mary.  They were a sweet
couple, and constantly badgered me, good-naturedly of course, about my
seemingly celibate and woman-free lifestyle.  I swore it was by choice, and
for the most part it was, but in the back of my mind I was still nagged by
the thought of fifteen minutes I'd spend with a pre-teen more than four
years ago.  I couldn't get Emily out of my head.

   But I kept busy, involved in extra-curricular activities, which is where
I met Stacey.

   *****

   Stacey and I met our second semester in an introductory music class
required of all liberal arts students.  I'd had some music background
before, but Stacey hadn't, and as luck would have it she needed tutoring,
and I volunteered.  We became good friends, and started dating later that
spring.  Nothing serious for either one of us.  I refused to commit myself
emotionally, and she claimed to have a high school boyfriend back home.

   We were exclusive enough that it was comfortable for each of us.  We
were a ready companion, so neither of us felt any pressure to find a date
for the big event, but we were always friends first, so there were no hard
feelings if something didn't pan out.

   We kept in contact during the summer, something I'd never done before,
never having had any kind of pen pal through my growing up years.  When our
sophomore year started we picked up as we'd left off.  Comfortable enough
in our own skins to be there for each other, without being needy or pushy.

   As Thanksgiving came around we found that we were very much in the
minority on campus, most of the student population having gone home for the
long weekend.  I was in the middle of a falling-out with my parents and had
no desire to live with them, even for a long weekend.  I was tired of my
mom telling me everything she thought I should be thankful for, while my
dad sat and glared at me over his newspaper, so I stayed on campus.

   Stacey would have loved to go home, but her on-campus job wasn't
providing enough hours or money for much spare cash, and she was unable,
and her family unwilling, to buy a plane ticket to the opposite coast, for
a simple two day vacation.

   So as it happened, the two of us, along with a couple athletes, had the
entire dorm to ourselves.  In a way it was nice.  We enjoyed each other's
company and for that I could truly give thanks.

   On the big Thursday we tramped through the snow to the dining center,
which was thankfully open over the holidays.  While I'm not sure the
original pilgrims ate a meal of turkey loaf, mashed potato flakes and
processed cranberry sauce, the meal was a passable facsimile of what I'd
grown up eating on Thanksgiving, so I was happy.

   After stuffing ourselves, Stacey and I planted ourselves on the couch in
my suite.  As is now customary, Thanksgiving marks the official first day
of Christmas season, so there was plenty of holiday entertainment to watch.
"Miracle on 34th Street" was first, and then "It's a Wonderful Life."

   As soon as the film started, I began thinking of Emily.  In the movie,
as everyone knows, James Stewart plays a man who falls for Donna Reed, a
girl barely a woman when George Bailey is home from college.  I thought of
where Emily might be now, and how old she'd be (I was 20 so she would be 16
or 17), and then immediately got mad for not letting her go.

   Stacey must have felt my mood shift, and commented on it.

   "Are you okay John?  You seem a bit out of sorts."

   "I'm fine, it's just sometimes the holiday...  you know." Not my best
lie, but hopefully effective.

   "Yeah, me too.  I hate being alone, but this year we have each other,
right?" She smiled hopefully at me.

   "Yep, that's right," I agreed.  I smiled back and she slid down the
couch beside me and buried her head in the crook of my arm, which had been
thrown up over the back of the sofa.  Seeking to comfort her I brought it
down around her shoulders, giving her a quick squeeze.

   As we watched the rest of the movie, and as George's angel finally got
his wings, I realized that her hand, which had squeezed mine, was still in
my lap and was moving in lazy circles on my upper thigh.  I also noticed
for the first time that as she burrowed into me for warmth, Stacey was
thrusting her tits into my chest, and thru our thin t-shirts, I could feel
the nipples quite clearly and wondered if indeed she was wearing a bra.

   The moment I thought this my cock sprung to action, and it wasn't long
before Stacey noticed.  With her proximity as a start, and since we'd both
changed into sweat pants and t-shirts after lunch, there was little I could
do to hide my arousal from her.

   "Mmmm...  someone's a bad boy.  Aren't you?" She giggled at my
discomfort, but I knew she was playing.

   "Guilty as charged, ma'am.  I do apologize if I have offended," I
offered my most humble apology, all the while grinning and blushing madly.

   "There's no reason to be sorry, John.  I like it." With that her hand,
already dangerously close to brushing against my balls as she drew her lazy
circles in my lap, slowly rubbed my hard member.  Without conscious thought
I pushed my cock upward, pressing it more fully into her hand, which she
closed gently as she started a slow up and down motion.  "No reason to
apologize at all.  I think I may be a bad girl before this is over."

   Feeling a bit uncomfortable, as the two of us had never behaved this way
before, I took my arm from around her shoulder and pulled her chin towards
me, so we were looking at each other.  Seeing only a deep longing in her
eyes, one which I'm sure mirrored my own, we silently nodded and leaned in
close.

   We made love together for the first time on the couch, and it was as if
I was sitting above, watching us as we kissed and touched and moaned our
desires.

   Like every first kiss in my life it is always a brilliant surprise when
my lips touch another's.  This was no different.  Even before the kiss my
lips began to tingle and I could feel them swelling a bit, as blood rushed
where it is needed.  I felt Stacey's breath on my face as we neared each
other, each exhalation prodded me on as my own pulse quickened.  Finally we
touched and there was the familiar charge of electricity, made even more
arousing, as her hand was still stroking my erection.

   We kiss deeply, tongues touching and playing, until we have to breathe.
When we break the kiss, our breathing is rapid and ragged.  I can still
feel her hand on my cock and the other on the back of my head, drawing me
in for another kiss, but I need to explore.  With one hand I gently pull
her t-shirt from the elastic band of her sweats and pull it tight.  I can
easily see the outline of her nipples, still unsure whether they're
contained in a bra, but when she leans in again for a second kiss, I feel
them push against my chest, the little pebbles burning hot, even through
our clothing.

   Finally I reach under her shirt and my hand begins its slow journey up
her body.  I begin by splaying my fingers out and gently caressing the skin
between her sweat pants and her belly button.  I can feel silky soft hair,
and as I tease it can feel her abdomen twitch in response.

   I lean down to kiss her breasts through the shirt as my hand gently
pushes up the front of her body.  I move until I feel the back of my hand
lightly brushing against the bottoms of her breasts, and begin sliding
against the tender flesh.  She is wearing a bra, but it feels smooth and
soft, like her skin, and is hardly constraining her.

   "Ohh," she moans into my neck, "keep touching me like that.  It's been
so long, and you're so gentle."

   Feeling my passion peak, I suddenly pull my hand from under her shirt,
ignoring her whimper of disappointment, and reach both hands around her
back.  Grabbing at the sway of her hips, I pull her on top of me, her legs
straddling mine, and I find that her tits are now easily accessible to me.

   Still waiting her to stop, I look once more into her eyes.  "Is this
what you want?" I ask.

   "Oh God, yes,"

   With that I slowly start pulling her shirt over her head.  Realizing she
will need to relinquish her grip on my cock, she releases it and pulls my
own shirt off as well.  I see her bra now, and as I draw her close for
another kiss, I toy with the thin straps, running my fingers under and
around, but never quite touching what she wants touched.  Finally I give in
and pull the straps off her shoulders, baring the smooth skin underneath,
and touch my tongue and lips to her shoulder.  Her skin is hot to the
touch, and I can see the moisture left behind from my kisses quickly
evaporate.

   She is more incessant now, rubbing my cock more quickly, and I worry
about lasting, so I gently pull her hands away and put them around my neck.
Leaning towards her, I lower my head and make love to her tits.  First with
my hands and then alternating between the two, teasing and nipping at her
nipples until both pink buds stand tall, engorged with blood and more
sensitive to my touch.  Finally, groaning with the sensations, she pushes
me away and stands up, quickly pulling off her sweats and panties.

   I can see she is already moist, and the hair around her pussy is
beginning to mat from her secretions.  I realize I can smell her, more
clearly than I've ever smelled a pussy before.  Tart, earthy, the scent
goes to my head and I lean down to swipe her slit with my tongue, dragging
up as much of her slick lubricant as I am able.  She shudders with the
contact and quickly kneels to help me remove my sweats and shorts.  In the
position she's occupying, when my shorts finally clear my erection, my cock
bounces once or twice, nearly hitting her cheek.  I try not laugh at her
surprise, but she sees the look on my face and giggles anyway.

   We look at each other, naked and exposed.  The desire must be painfully
evident on our faces.

   "You're beautiful."

   "So are you."

   Sitting back on the couch, I position myself near the edge and lean far
back.  She carefully sits down on me, trapping my cock between our bodies,
and we lean in for another kiss, grinding our bodies together, enjoying the
hot feeling of her skin touching mine.  My hands, which until now had
concentrated on her breasts, slid around back and down to her ass, each
hand grabbing hold of one wonderfully soft cheek.  As we continue to push
against each other, I can feel our bodies begin to grab hold of a rhythm,
as we mimic the act without being joined.

   Bringing one hand from her ass to her front, I began playing with her
slit, gathering moisture from the bottom of her pussy from behind and
passing it up to the front thru her legs to my waiting hand.  I slowly drop
my hand through the crevice between her cheeks, gently dragging a
fingernail over the pucker of her ass.

   She gasps at this, but only thrusts harder at my hand, causing my finger
to go partially inside her tight hole, causing her to shudder in pleasure.

   "Oh God, that feels so good.  Keep touching me.  Keep touching me." I
continue pleasuring her hot pussy, dragging her own moisture through the
labia and coating her clit with her juices.  She is beginning to lose
herself to the pleasure now, and her movements and breath become less
controlled and more ragged.

   Knowing she is close, I grab her by the hips and lift her up.  It's
obvious she is ready for me, so with a nod from her, I position the
distended lips of her cunt over the dripping head of my cock and let her
guide herself down.

   Mewling with contentment, she begins riding my cock, up and down in my
lap.  I continue to hold her by the hips, tweaking her nipples as they
range into my view.  I can feel her thrusts getting more and more anxious
and know she is close.  Suddenly she grabs hard around my neck and pulls me
close.  I first feel a rush of new juices coating my cock and balls, and
then the inside of her cunt flutters against my shaft, nearly bringing me
to my plateau.  As she comes down, limp in my arms, I lower us to the
couch, and we lie together, face to face, her legs intertwined with mine.

   Giving her time to relax, I wipe her damp forehead.  "Stacy, I need to
turn you around now." Not waiting for a response, I pivot her in place, the
cheeks of her ass now fully encasing and caressing my cock, still wet with
her juices.  Lifting her right leg, I reach for the point of our joining,
and slip back inside.

   I take my time now, slowly sliding in and out, enjoying the sensation of
softly pushing against Stacy's soft ass cheeks, and I look over her
shoulder and watch as, with each thrust, her breasts quiver from the
movement, and her mouth opens slightly.  I can hear a low moaning coming
from each time I withdraw my cock, and small sound of contentment every
time I fill her up again.  We go on like this, slow but insistent.

   Feeling my own imminent release, I pick up the pace on my thrusting.  I
can feel her arousal growing around me, and as I draw close, I reach around
and grab a breast with each hand, feeling her hot nipples in the palm of my
hand.  I thrust again and again, and finally all my nerves, my entire being
is focused in the seven inches inside her hot pussy, and suddenly I am
gone. I spurt rope after rope of sticky semen inside her and slowly the
pressure drops and my explosion slows and dies.

   I stay hard in her as long as I am able, and she works in inner muscles
to keep me aroused, but finally I grow limp enough that I pop out of her
warm sheath.  Quickly, before we stain the couch, I grab my t-shirt and put
it between our bodies to catch and wipe off our combined juices.

   We shift around to get more comfortable, me on my back and Stacey
leaning against me, one beautiful leg thrown up over mine, so I can still
feel the furry hairs on her mound brushing against my leg.  I gently caress
her back and bottom as we slowly drift away towards sleep.

   *****

   The next morning was uncomfortable, to say the least.  I awoke to the
unfamiliar feel of another person sharing my bed, and slowly the afternoon
came back to me.  I smiled at the memory.

   "What?" a voice beside me asked.  I started, and quickly looked at
Stacey.  She was awake and had propped herself up on one elbow.  The sheet
had slipped down her torso, exposing her breasts.  I reached out and slowly
filled my hand with her pliable flesh, enjoying the heat and feel of her.

   "I was just thinking that I hope this wasn't a big mistake.  I enjoyed
it too much for it to be wrong."

   "Mmmm...  no mistake here.  Keep touching me like that." She took her
free hand and threw off the rest of the bedding, revealing our nudity. 
Kissing the tips of her breasts, I slowly worked my way down her body,
tonguing her belly button and drawing a throaty laugh from her.  Nearing
her sparse bush, I pushed my chin town hard into the top of her mound,
drawing a sharp breath from her as she began heating up, and lightly kissed
the pale skin of her abdomen.  I continued my journey south.

   "No.  Stop.  We need to talk." I looked at her in mild surprise.  It
wasn't totally unexpected, though.  I knew there were many things we would
have to discuss at some point.  I was just surprised it was while I was
eating her out.

   "Please...  stop now before I...  oh God.  Stop.  Stop!"

   I stopped licking her clit long enough to pout at her, before getting
off the bed and offering a hand to help her up.

   Still naked, she sat on the edge of the bed, trying to look prim and
proper, and for the most part succeeding.  She sighed and looked up at me.

   "What happened last night?" I must have had an odd look on my face, as
she continued.  "No, don't get me wrong, I loved it.  It was wonderful, but
where do we go from here?  Are we friends anymore?  More than friends?"

   I knew exactly how she felt.

   "I know.  It was unbelievable.  No one has made me feel like that
since...  since a long time ago.  But you're right, if last night ends up
coming between us, I'd regret it.  I love you as a friend, and don't want
that to change."

   "Can we be more?" She looked scared now, more a little girl than the
woman I knew her to be.  "I've always felt like we belonged together, and
last night...  wow."

   I nodded, I felt the same way.  She brightened immediately and hopped
over to where I had propped myself up in the doorway.  She leaned in for a
good morning kiss.  Our tongues again played together while my hands
grabbed her ass, squeezing the meaty flesh, before she put a hand on my
chest and pushed herself away, grinning.

   "Nope, none of that this morning.  You need to ask me out on a proper
date first!  What kind of girl do you think I am, anyway?" She laughed at
the expression of disbelief on my face.

   "Besides, I really need a shower."

   *****

   During the next days and weeks and months, Stacey and I saw more of each
other.  Intellectually, I realized it was silly to hold a place for a girl
I'd known, years before, for half an hour, but it still felt strange to me,
as Emily, or at least my idealized memory of her, was very important to me.

   Stacey and I had much in common.  Our love for music, politics,
literature.  Our love for each other.

   Things were looking up for me, for us, and I had never been happier.

   The summer after our sophomore year was wonderful.  Her father had taken
a new job, one that involved more money and less travel, and everyone had
moved to a town within fairly easy driving distance of school.  So I spent
a large chunk of my free time traveling between college and her parents'
place.  I had a job near campus that paid for my new apartment while
allowing me to save some spending money, and while my week was spent
slaving over a chopping board and grill in the kitchen of a small family
restaurant favored by locals, my weekends were spent with Stacey.

   It was 4th of July weekend, and this year the holiday fell on a
Saturday, and somehow I'd been fortunate enough to have an entire four days
off in a row, leaving my hair net and apron behind until the following
Monday.

   Stacey didn't know I was coming, and neither did her parents, so it was
a big surprise to them when I pulled my car into their driveway at around
one o'clock in the afternoon the day before the big celebration.

   "John!" Stacey shouted, and jumped off the porch into my arms.  "What
are you doing here so early?  I thought you worked today.  What happened?"

   "I'm not really sure," I answered truthfully.  "I showed up for the
lunch shift and Mac met me at door, asking if I had someplace better to be.
I told him I was planning on visiting you this weekend, and he told me to
take off, my shift was covered."

   "That is so cool.  Wait 'til my parents see you're here early." She ran
inside, and soon the whole family was gathered at the door.  Her younger
brother grabbed my suitcase and carried it into "my" room, and I greeted
her parents.

   "What do you youngsters have planned this evening?" her father asked. 
"Me and the little lady are heading into town to the dance at Legion Hall,
and little Andrew is spending the night with his cousin and will meet us
tomorrow afternoon in the park and we'll watch the parade together.

   Stacey and I looked at each other.  I don't know what she was thinking,
but the only thought going through my head was 'empty house empty house
empty house' and by the look on her face, she must have had similar
thoughts.

   "Um.  If it's okay with you guys, I think John and I might just hang
around the house this afternoon.  It's not a long drive from school, but
I'm sure John's not interested in hopping back in a car right away." I
nodded gratefully to her and she gave me a smoldering look I'm glad her
parents didn't see.  "So, we'll probably just watch TV downstairs, and
maybe cook some steaks out on the grill, if you wouldn't mind."

   Her mother nodded once.  "I think that would be lovely.  Honey," she
said, looking at Stacey's father, "did you want to take Andrew now?  We
could do a little shopping in town." She looked over to where Stacey and I
were standing, arms around each other.  "Give these two a little space?"

   Her father got a little grin and nodded.  "I think that would be fine.
Andrew!" he shouted into the house, "get your stuff together.  Your mom and
I are almost ready to drop you off.  Scoot!" Thus said, he turned and
headed to the garage.

   "Now, you kids have fun tonight.  If you decide to grill, be careful
with the coals.  It's been a real dry summer, and I don't want you lighting
any fires, understand?" She saw our looks of understanding and then she too
headed off.  We heard her call for Andrew once more as the screen door
closed behind her.

   Soon enough, the rest of the family was off to various destinations, and
Stacey and I were left alone for the next seven or eight hours.  I hoped we
could find something to keep ourselves busy.  Unfortunately, it wasn't
readily apparent where she had gone.

   "Stacey...  where'd you go?" I called downstairs but heard no response.
Thinking she may have gone to her room I checked down the hallway, but
found no one.  As I was about to head up the stairs, I saw a flash of
motion off to the side and suddenly a squirming, naked Stacey was in my
arms.

   "Hey Lover," she said breathlessly, kissing me roughly and making my
lips tingle and my mind go temporarily numb.  Through my cotton pullover I
could feel her breasts pushing against my chest, and the subtle grinding of
her cunt against my thigh had my cock instantly hard.

   "Hey yourself." I brought my hand down in a slap against her ass cheek.
"You're a bad girl again.  I couldn't find you."

   She pulled herself out of my arms and pouted, putting on a contrite air.
"I'm sorry.  If you give me another chance, I promise you I'll be good."

   "How good?" I asked, grinning.

   "Mmmm...  very good." She giggled a little and batted her eyes at me. 
Gently pulling on her own nipples, she gasped slightly at the sensations
she was causing.  "But maybe just a little bad."

   "I like that.  Come here." I held my arms open to her, but she quickly
spun away and ran down the hall.

   "Nope.  You have to catch me first!" She ran into her parents' room,
laughing.  "I promise not to make it too hard." She flopped onto the bed
and brought her left hand up to a breast, running her fingertips lightly
over her hardening nipples, while her other hand dipped softly into the
obviously moist folds of her pussy.

   Quickly pulling off my shirt and pants, my cock tenting my shorts, she
dropped to her knees.

   "Ooh...  I can see I already made it hard.  Don't move."

   Slipping off the edge of the bed, Stacey dropped to her knees in front
of me and swiped her tongue the length of my tumescent cock, nibbling on
the head.  Looking up at me, she blushed.  "I've been trying this on my
own, but I don't know if I can yet." Saying this, she opened her mouth and
tried to inhale me.  Gagging a bit as the crown of my cock touched the back
of her throat, she coughed and quickly backed her head away.

   "Almost," she said with a grin.  "Let's try again," and down she went.

   She tried for almost five minutes, alternating long licks with her flat
tongue with short kisses around my shaft and balls.  Reaching around me she
stuck her right index finger up my ass, teasing my prostate and making me
even harder, if possible.

   "Mmm..." was all she could get out as her lips and tongue attacked me
again, drawing a gasp and several small moans, before I jerked away, not
wanting to cum too soon.  Pulling her to her feet, I kissed her hard on the
mouth, tasting myself on her lips and, dropping my hand to her pussy,
slowly inserted a finger.

   Finding her already dripping wet with desire, I spread the slick oils
around her cunt and added a second finger.  Enjoying the sounds she was
making as her passion rose, I jabbed into her again and again, feeling the
muscles in her pussy clamping around my invading digits, trying to hold
them in place.  I felt the suction as she tried to keep them trapped within
her fluttering walls, the groan as they slipped out of her tight slit, and
the moan of appreciation when I quickly thrust into her, rubbing the heel
of my hand against her erect clit, peeking out from under its hood of skin.

   Quickly her movements became shaky, and aware that her orgasm was
immanent I increased my pace, at last being rewarded with a torrent of
juices coating my hand.  Gasping she threw her arms around my neck, drawing
herself close for another hot, passionate kiss.  I kept my hand moving in
her pussy, feeling her body come again to the brink, and pushed her over
with a quick flick of my thumb on her clit.  I felt her legs turn to jelly
and slowly lowered her to a sitting position on the edge of the bed.

   As she recovered, she looked at me shyly.  "It's never been like this
with anyone before.  I feel alive with you, it's incredible." She blushed
now, "you bring out the wild woman in me."

   I grinned at her.  "And the bad girl?  Is that my fault too?"

   "Nope.  She's all me."

   Laughing, I pulled her down to the bed.  With a little start, I realized
where we were.  Sitting up I asked, "do you want to go to your room?  This
is your parents' bed, you realize?"

   Now she laughed at me.  "Who cares?  My room is just down the hall. 
Trust me, as often as I hear them fucking at night, they won't notice
anything different!"

   "They'll notice if we're still going at it when they get back, though,
so let's get to it."

   "Ooh...  I like your ideas, mister."

   Grabbing me by the ears, she pulled my face to hers.  As our tongues got
reacquainted with one another, my hands weren't idle, grabbing at her tits.
I could feel the blood pumping again to my penis, which had become somewhat
soft while we talked.  She felt it harden as it poked against her hip and
pulled away from me.

   "Before, I almost got you down my throat.  You want me to give it
another shot?  My mom always says if you don't succeed, try and try again."
She gave a coquettish smile as she leaned down to once again attempt to
suck my cock as deep into her mouth as possible.

   "Uh uh," I admonished "I have a better idea."

   Guiding Stacey to her back, I slipped between her legs and found myself
face to face, so to speak, with her hot pussy.  Smelling the arousal on
her, I licked the length of her dripping slit, gathering her moisture on my
tongue and using it to further lubricate her.  Concentrating first on her
outer lips, I nipped at them with my teeth, gently probing my tongue as far
into her tight hole as I could, all the while stroking the soft white
insides of her widespread thighs with my hands.

   Digging in with my tongue I felt, rather than heard, Stacey's moans of
arousal, as she had clamped her thighs around my head so tightly it became
hard to breath, much less hear.

   Quickly bringing her to a small climax, I pulled my head away from her
boiling cunt, and quickly rolled her over to her tummy.  Grabbing a pillow
from the head of the bed, I slipped in under her hips, presenting me with
the beautiful picture of her sparsely haired pussy peeking between the soft
curves of her ass.

   Grabbing my now fully erect cock, I swiped the head through the bottom
of her slit, drawing groans from both of us.  Finally I could hold off no
longer, and plunged my full length completely into her tight pussy,
bottoming out and delighting in the feel of her soft ass cheeks as I rested
for a moment.

   Drawing a deep breath for control, I started plunging into the tight
heat of her pussy.  Groaning, Stacey raised herself to her elbows, and
turned her head to look into my eyes.

   "Faster, dammit.  I need it hard right now.  I want you to fuck me as
hard as you can!"

   Hearing her panting in need almost drove me to the edge right there, but
I concentrated and managed to not spurt my seed into her immediately, and
attempted to follow her request.  More quickly now, I bucked my hips and
savagely thrust my cock into her, again and again.  I pulled out until just
the head of my cock rested inside her pulsing sheath, before plunging back
down, drawing groans of pleasure from both of us.

   I knew that at this pace neither of us would last long, which was fine
with me, and thought Stacey wanted it that way too.  Reaching around, I
grabbed both of her swaying tits with my hands and roughly teased the cones
of flesh, pulling and twisting the nipples until she squealed.  Releasing
one of her breasts from my grip, I reached further forward, slipping a
finger into her panting mouth.  Feeling her tongue toying with my finger,
sucking on it like a tiny cock, was almost enough to bring me off, but I
had other plans.

   Once my finger was sufficiently wet, I pulled it out and in one quick
stroke, imbedded it completely in her anus.  She bucked once in surprise
and her head whipped around to stare at me.

   "You fucker!  Fuck me with your finger.  Jam it up my ass.  Oh God, I'm
coming again!"

   Realizing she was indeed close to coming, I matched the pace of my cock
with the finger in her ass, and soon felt both her holes spasm around me,
flooding my cock with more lubricants, although her pussy was still as
tight as it had ever been.

   Feeling myself close to the brink, I pulled my finger out of her ass and
grabbed both hips with my hands, speeding the pace of my cock.  Thrusting
half a dozen more times, I again felt my world concentrate on my cock.  I
felt my balls contract, sending the sperm rushing up my shaft and out of my
cock, coating the insides of her pussy.  Spurt after spurt shot out of me,
until I was spent, and collapsed onto her back.

   *****

   In order to most efficiently clean up her parents' room, we decided to
split the duties.  We quickly stripped the sheets off the bed, and Stacey
ran them downstairs to the laundry room.  I picked up all our assorted
clothes and deposited them in our respective rooms.  Back in her parents'
room, I opened the windows to help circulate the air, which was thick with
the combined musks of our arousal, and decided that a quick spray of room
freshener wouldn't hurt.

   Satisfied that our tryst wouldn't be readily apparent I closed the door,
reminding myself to go back later and close the windows, and met Stacey in
the kitchen.

   Walking up behind her, I pressed myself to her back, surrounding her
body with my arms and gave her a tight hug, cupping her chest and enjoying
the weight of her breasts in my hands.

   Not wanting to get her worked up again, I broke the embrace and stepped
away.

   "Dinner?" I looked at her hopefully.  In truth, I hadn't eaten since
breakfast, some nine hours before, and I was starved.

   "Humph.  Typical male," she snorted, swatting my arm with a dish towel.

   It was then I noticed what she had been doing, as I finally saw the
plate of steaks and an aluminum pouch which must have been filled with
fresh vegetables.

   "Ah, Stacey, you're a doll, you know that?" Kissing the back of her
exposed neck, I let my hand rest on the swell of her hip.  "You truly know
the way to a man's heart."

   She laughed, wiggling her ass under my fingers.  "Right.  Is it the food
or my pussy you like so much?" she asked me, teasing.

   "Both of them.  All of it, it's more than just that.  You're wonderful."
She beamed at me.  "Now, let's get the steaks on the grill."

   "Yes sir!" she mock saluted me and we quickly marched out to the grill
and started the coals.  As we waited for them to burn down to white hot
embers, we sat together on a piece of deck furniture and shared a beer
Stacey had stolen from her dad's stash.

   Turning and looking at me, Stacey gazed into my eyes.  "Do you know what
you do to me?  No one has ever made me feel this way before.

   I nodded.  "I know.  I feel like a better person when I'm with you." I
leaned in and whispered into her ear, "and you know I love your pussy."

   She squirmed a bit in the chair, grinding her pussy against my hardening
cock.  "You certainly do say all the right things."

   We sat there a little longer, just enjoying each other's company, until
the coals were ready.

   As we watched the steaks cooking, we again melted against one another in
the chair.  Finally dinner was ready, and it was just as I liked it. 
Hearty, simple and delicious.  There wasn't an awful lot of cleanup to this
meal, and soon we were relaxing on the couch, watching a little television.

   One thing let, as it often does, to another, and soon we were at each
other like animals, grasping at various body parts, and thrusting our own
together.  As we were reaching the point of no return, Stacey suddenly got
off the couch and ran down the hallway, yelling behind her, "stay there. 
I'll be right back!"

   I waited a few seconds until she returned, holding a tube of something
and a bath towel.  She swatted my arm gently.  "Get up for a second." I
did, and she quickly spread out the towel on the couch.  "Wouldn't want to
explain any unsightly stains," she joked.

   I started shucking my clothes as quickly as possible, and sat there in
rapt attention as she did a slow strip tease in front of me.  I felt my
cock harden at her seductive show, and she noticed too, as I saw her glance
down at my lap and smile in approval.  Finally naked in front of me, she
dropped to the ground in front of me, inhaling my cock.

   I felt myself slide in almost to her tonsils, and groaned at the hot,
wet sensations running the length of my prick.  Then, with a sudden jerk I
felt myself slide further, and I was completely in her mouth, her nose
resting against my pubic hair and my balls laying against her chin.  I
heard her make a grunting noise which I took to be a sound of triumph, that
she'd finally deep-throated my cock, and then her tongue began to move
against the underside of my shaft.

   Alternating between gentle licking and hard sucking, Stacey quickly
brought me off, and I shot my load down her throat.  She continued her
assault on my softening prick and almost had me hard again, when I gently
pulled away from her mouth.

   "Enough," I groaned.  The sensations were too much and my cock too
sensitive to continue.  "That was wonderful, but why the hurry to get me
off?  We have plenty of time." I looked at her inquisitively.

   She blushed a little.  "Um...  I wanted you to cum now so you'd last
longer.  I want to try something different tonight and don't want you quite
so...  trigger happy."

   I noticed again the tube she had brought in with her, getting an inkling
of what she wanted.  Glancing at her and raising an eyebrow to her, she
grinned.

   "I've always wanted to try it up my ass," she explained.  "I found the
lube in my dad's sock drawer and thought now would be a good time to try
it."

   "And don't I get a say in this?  Who says I want to stuff my cock up
your dirty hole?" She knew I was joking though.  The quivering mass of my
cock protruding from my lap made it difficult to pretend otherwise.

   "You're a guy.  No explanation needed," she laughed.

   "Yep.  Guilty." We broke into laughter, stopped only when she reached
for the thin tube and uncapped it.  Squirting some of the gel into her
hand, she turned away from me so I could watch as she spread it around the
rim of her sphincter.  Unprompted, my cock jerked once as I saw her insert
her finger deep inside her anus, spreading the lubricant deep inside
herself, giving me a slippery path to plow.

   "You have to go slow," she commanded, spreading lube around the head of
my prick and down the shaft.  She handed a condom to me and I rolled it on,
understanding what I might run into in her ass.  Again she warned me, "I've
never had anything bigger than a finger up my ass, and you're a lot bigger
than that!"

   "I'm not that big," I said.

   "You're big enough for me," she replied.  "It's going to be slow going
and if you go too fast it's going to hurt, so go slow, okay?"

   "Promise," I said, crossing my heart with a finger.  I was serious
though, and she knew it.  The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her.

   Taking a deep breath, she climbed onto the couch beside me.  Spreading
her legs and cocking her hips so I could see her crinkled hole winking at
me, she began playing with her pussy.  Getting her own juices going, she
began spreading her natural lubricant around her ass, further adding to the
slickness already present.

   After a few minutes, although it seemed longer to my throbbing dick, she
was satisfied, and with another admonition to take things slow, she pulled
me close.

   My first thrust, by habit, almost went into her sopping pussy.  She
moaned into my ear at the contact.

   "God that feels good, but that's not where I want you right now.  Try
lower."

   I did, and found a nearly impenetrable wall of resistance.  I tried once
more, attempting to slowly force my way past her tight barrier, but to no
avail.  Groaning with the effort, I told her, "you're going to have to
relax somehow, I'm getting nowhere here."

   She nodded, her face tight with effort, and I felt her body as it
noticeably relaxed, but wasn't sure it her relaxation carried through to
her ass, not normally used to giving entrance to anything, much less my
hard-on.  Suddenly, her tight muscle relaxed and I felt a new kind of
tightness envelope the head of my cock as I slipped past the ring of her
sphincter, feeling the blood circulation nearly cut off.

   We both groaned at the new sensation.

   Stacey was practically quivering with the effort underneath me, and I
stopped my forward movement to give her time to adjust.  Stroking her back
and thighs, I tried soothing her with my touch.  "It will be okay," I said,
hoping I was right.  "I'll take all the time you need."

   Stacey nodded gratefully, still breathing heavily.  We rested for a few
moments, as Stacey got used to the invader in her anus, while I was
suddenly grateful for the blowjob minutes before, as I surely would have
shot my load already, if not for the added control.

   I was jolted back from my reverie when I felt her hips start to slide
beneath me, pushing back against my cock.

   "Start moving," she gasped, "I'm ready for more."

   Not wanting to hurt her more than she was already, I put steady pressure
into her, and felt my cock slip another inch into her tight heat, thankful
for the lube she had applied to both of us.  Again I stopped as I felt her
tight walls compress around my cock, waiting for her spasms to subside.

   Hoping to provide her with some amount of pleasure I reached underneath
her and began stroking her pussy, finding her hand already there, busily
frigging her clit.  We diddled her in tandem, and I was shocked when my
cock slipped another couple inches in with little resistance.

   She gasped out, "you feel so big in me.  Give me more.  I'm ready for
it."

   Pushing ahead once again, I felt her loosen around me noticeably, and I
pushed the rest of the way in.  The heat and pressure were immense, and I
stopped moving, taking a couple deep breaths, before asking if she was
ready.

   "Almost.  It doesn't really hurt that bad.  If we ever do this again,
we're definitely using more lube though.  There's no way I could do this
again without it.  I feel so full with you in me like this!" I felt her
body heaving with the exertion, and slowly withdrew my cock from her ass,
feeling the walls of her anus grasping against me, trying to expel me more
quickly.

   Stopping so the head of my cock was again held tightly by her sphincter,
I started pushing my way back in, feeling less resistance this time.  I
heard Stacey moan again, this time more in pleasure than pain, and repeated
the process, pulling out slowly and pushing in even more slowly, reveling
in the sensations.

   Even as recently as I had climaxed, I knew I was going to have to stop
soon or I would fill my condom in the next few strokes, so I stopped
completely, asking, "how are you doing?  Should I keep going?  I'm real
close and don't know how much longer I can hold off." Stacey just nodded at
me and thrust her hips back at me roughly.  I was buried to the hilt in one
fast stroke, and she cried out, whether in shock or pleasure I don't know.

   "Keep going, keep going." she repeated her mantra.  "Fuck me fuck me
fuck me."

   Taking her at her word, I started a steady pumping action, pulling out
halfway each time and thrusting back quickly.  As I'd predicted, I lasted
no more than a dozen strokes before feeling my balls pull up against my
body and the sperm rushed out, filling the tip of my condom.  Stacey may
have had a small orgasm, I don't know.  She was thrashing around too much
beneath me for me to be sure.

   Feeling the sweat on her body, I reached around and with little effort
brought her off quickly, teasing her clit with one hand while stroking deep
inside her cunt with two fingers, enjoying the feeling my own hand was
causing me.  I could feel my fingers through the walls of her pussy,
pushing against my still erect cock.  Groaning at her release, she
collapsed to the couch.  Exhausted from the exertion, I fell into a deep
sleep, still buried inside her.

   *****

   I woke up sometime later with the strange sensation that I was being
watched.  Aware that only a tiny quilt was covering the two of us, I slowly
turned my head towards a small sound, in time to see the door to the
kitchen softly close.

   What time was it anyway?

   I glanced at the clock above the fireplace and felt my stomach rise in
my throat.  Eleven o'clock.  We were so busted.  That had undoubtedly been
Stacey's mother or father, and only the fact that they hadn't tossed me out
of the house as I was meant there was any chance I wasn't in serious
trouble.  You just don't anally violate a young woman in her parents' house
without those parents having serious issues with you!

   Gently shaking her shoulder, I whispered to Stacey that it was time to
wake up.

   "Huh?  Whazzat?" She was drowsy, but slowing coming to her senses. 
"Where did you find this quilt, John?"

   I froze at the question.  I had assumed she had rose while I was
sleeping and covered us.

   "You mean you didn't get it?  I didn't get it.  Shit, it must have been
one of your parents."

   She looked up at me, eyes wide with fear.  "My parents are back?  What
time is it?  We're so dead."

   As she was about to jump up, I caught her by the shoulder and held her
close.  I realized that during our sleep we had remained joined, and didn't
want her to pull either of us the wrong way as she leaped to her feet.

   Gingerly I pulled my now wilted cock past the tight sphincter of her ass
and heard it release with a plop.  She groaned with the sensation and I was
sure she would be sore the next day, if not the rest of the night.

   Unrolling the condom, I found my cock wilted and shriveled after stewing
in my spunk for the past few hours.  I wrapped the used rubber in a tissue
and threw it in the trash.  Pulling myself off the couch, I first grabbed
my underwear and jeans, and then brought Stacey's clothes to her.

   She had pulled herself into a little ball on the couch, and was
fearfully looking down the hall towards her parents' room.

   I held my hand out to her and slowly helped her get dressed, carefully
adjusting her panties and trying to stay away from bumping into her sore
bottom.

   "I think we might be okay," I offered, somewhat hopefully.  "Your
parents must have seen the two of us on the couch and covered us up.  I
don't know how much trouble we'll be in." I said this last as more of a
question.  Stacey certainly knew her parents better than I did, and if she
was worried, I should be doubly so.  She shrugged at me, not sure, but
willing to at least hope along with me.

   The lube!

   I don't know why it occurred to me, but it did.  I looked around the
living room for the tiny tube, but saw it.  So whoever had covered us up
had silently taken it back.  Maybe we would be all right after all.

   As Stacey finished dressing, I quickly straightened the mess we had
made. Looking around the room, and deciding everything was pretty much as
it had been, before our tryst, I took her hand.

   "Are you ready to face them?" I asked.

   She sighed and looked at me.  "I guess," she answered in a small voice,
her upper lip trembling a little.

   As she started towards the kitchen, I pulled her back.  Giving her a
quick kiss on the cheek, I hugged her fiercely.  "It's going to be fine, I
think.  If they were pissed, your dad would thrown me out on the lawn,
naked or not.  They know you're growing up and I'm assuming they realize
you're sexually active, right?" She nodded in agreement.  "So it's decided.
They probably weren't expecting to find me buried in your ass, asleep on
the couch, but they expected us to be up to something this weekend.  That's
why they left when they did.  They all but said they were giving us time
alone."

   "I guess," was her response, still not convinced.  She thought about it
for a second though, then started giggling.  Then she blushed.  "Did they
see the lube on the magazine stand?" I told her it was now gone.  Again she
started to panic.

   "Hey," I told her, "don't worry about it.  Remember who it belongs to?
Why do you think they had the lube in the first place?" She started
laughing along with me.  It was going to be fine.  We hoped.

   Hand in hand, we went to face whatever might be waiting for us.

   *****

   As it happened, our panic was unfounded.  We found her parents sitting
at the kitchen table, eating ice cream.  It turns out they were only
disappointed we hadn't been a little more discreet about our activities,
and warned that if Stacey's brother ever walked in us like that, then there
would be problems.

   To say we were relieved would be an understatement.

   The rest of the weekend was wonderful.  Stacey and I spent most of it
locked at the hip, but did take time to ride into town for the festivities.
I spent more than twenty dollars on a ring toss game trying win a teddy
bear for Stacey.  I have never been athletically inclined, and the poor
carnival barker, who had been getting quite a laugh at my expense, finally
just gave me a prize.  Stacey was delighted, and her response was worth the
wasted time and money.

   Sunday night, as I was preparing to drive back to campus, Stacey's
father pulled me aside for a "chat."

   "John, you know Stacey really likes you, right?" I nodded.

   "I like her too, sir."

   He looked hard at me for a long moment, and then slowly nodded his head.
"I know you do, or I know that you think you do, but I just want to be
sure. Stacey's first boyfriend was the love of her life, and I know she
still has feelings for him.  He promised her the world, but turned out to
be a real creep.  She was hurt badly and didn't date until she met you. 
You seem to have swept off her feet, and I think it's wonderful.  I want
you to be careful with my baby though.  Right now she's more in love than
I've ever seen her, but if she gets hurt again, I don't know what could
happen to her.  Understand?"

   "Yes sir," I answered as seriously as I knew how.  "I don't know what
will happen between the two of us, but your daughter is very important to
me, and the last thing I would intentionally do is hurt her."

   "Then that is what I wanted to hear.  Have a safe trip home, and
whenever you feel like it, stop by, you're always welcome here." We shook
hands and he went back inside the house, to let everyone know I was about
to leave.

   I got a huge hug and kiss from Stacey, another handshake from her father
and one from her brother, and a quick hug from her mom.  Another hug from
Stacey, and I was on my way.

   *****

   The rest of the summer went by quickly.  Knowing Stacey would be on a
family vacation for much of August, I spent as much time with her as
possible before their trip.  I'd been thinking about something in the back
of my mind, but wasn't sure how Stacey, or more importantly her parents,
would react.  I knew mine wouldn't care.  After a blowout with my dad, over
something so inconsequential I don't now remember what it was, we weren't
talking.  I stayed in college, they kept the tuition checks coming.  Simple
enough.

   Finally one evening on the phone, a few days before Stacey and her
family left, I broached the subject.

   "Uh, Stacey, I've been meaning to ask you if you've gotten your dorm
assignment yet."

   I could hear her moving papers around on her desk.  "Just a sec... 
yeah, I'll be in Nelson Hall this year," she responded.  "Why do you ask?"

   "Well, I was thinking about you and how you always seem to spend so much
time at my place during the school year.  I'm in a two-bedroom apartment,
and I was wondering if you'd want the other one."

   She paused for a moment.  "I don't think so."

   I was stunned.  I had planned on having to talk her parents into this,
not Stacey.  "Why not?"

   "Because," she giggled, tired of playing with my emotions, "I'd rather
stay in your bed, if you don't mind."

   I sighed in mock exasperation.  "Sometimes you're just too much.  But
that's great.  Now, do we need to convince your parents, or will they be
cool with it?"

   "Let me do the explaining.  I don't think it will be too hard.  I'm not
sure how they'll react, so I think for now I'll tell them about the spare
bedroom, if you don't mind.  No need to tell them everything...  they are
my parents, after all, and I need some secrets from them."

   "Excellent.  I'll leave you to it then.  Have a great vacation, and let
me know what happens, okay?"

   She agreed.  "This is going to be such a fun school year!  I'm going
now. I love you!"

   I know I froze for a second.  This was the first time either of us has
professed something as serious as love to the other.  How should I react? I
liked her an awful lot, we both knew that, but was it that big?  I think it
was.

   "I love you too," I replied, after my short pause.

   "Bye."

   "Bye."

   I hung up the phone, a bit out of breath.  I truly had meant to offer
the second bedroom to her, and she had caught me by surprise by wanting my
bed instead.  Not that I was complaining, I just wasn't sure if I was ready
for things to move in this sudden direction.  Fucking is one thing, but I'm
not sure how domesticated I am.

   I went for a walk that evening, to sort things out in my mind, since
Stacey seemed pretty well set in her decision making.  I came to the
conclusion that although Stacey was really my first serious girlfriend, I
liked and respected her enough to know that I really did love her.  It was
more than the sex, although that was wonderful.  Stacey was just a good
person all around, and I would be foolish to not jump at this opportunity,
whatever it might be.

   Satisfied I had made a good decision, I went home.

   A couple days later, the day Stacey and her family were to head out on
their trip, I received a short phone call from Stacey's mom, wanting to
check on some details about the apartment.  It was apparently fine with her
parents if she stayed with me, as long as she rented the room from me.  I
tried to tell her it was already paid for by my father, but she insisted on
some payment, which I grudgingly accepted.  Quickly setting up a time when
she and her family would bring Stacey's stuff to school, I wished them a
happy vacation and said goodbye.

   *****

   The beginning of school came and went.  I found myself falling more and
more in love with Stacey every day.  I believe she felt the same.

   Having never had a female roommate before, much less one I was sleeping
with, I had worried that it would be a bit awkward.  It couldn't have been
less so.  I became used to various bits of hose and underwear hanging in
the bathroom, and to her credit Stacey was very forgiving when I forgot to
put down the toilet seat.

   We quickly grew into a routine of cleaning and vacuuming, and laundry
and dirty dishes also found a place in our shared housekeeping.

   In short, in no time at all I felt like part of an old married couple.

   Or a very old married couple on the occasions when we argued and fought.
It was at those times when I was glad to have the second bedroom, or it
certainly would have been the couch for me.

   Christmas neared, and Stacey and I had the thought of having a holiday
celebration at "our place" this year.  Her parents were invited and gladly
accepted; mine were invited but claimed prior plans.  Whatever.

   The week before Christmas was hectic to say the least.  Final exams were
late this semester, and school didn't let out until the 21st of December,
leaving us only a couple days to get ready for Stacey's family.  They would
be arriving Christmas Eve and staying through the 26th, so time was scarce.

   Gifts were wrapped, food was prepared, and the entire place cleaned in
record time.  We felt we were ready, but still we panicked over each small
detail.

   We worried in vain, however, as her parents and brother were more than
appreciative of our efforts, complimentary to a fault, and the festivities
went off without a problem.

   After walking her family to the car, we waved as they drove down the
street, and then hurried inside to the warmth of the living room.  We made
love on the carpet in front of the tree.  Our personal gift to each other.

   That spring went very much like the fall.  We were in love and everyone
around us knew it.  Caleb and Mary, two of our best friends, teased us
unmercifully.  Caleb had proposed over Christmas break and of course Mary
said yes, and he told me he was sure we were next.

   In truth, I had thought of looking for a ring, but decided it could
wait.

   Unfortunately, good things have a way of being evened out by bad things,
and our lives were no exception.  In April I found out my father had
developed a brain tumor and was in the hospital.  He went into surgery to
have the marble-sized lump removed, and things were looking up for him, but
something went wrong and he slipped into a coma.  Feeling guilty, I visited
from time to time, but quickly tired of seeing his lifeless body as it
wasted away in a thin gown, tubes stuck in wherever they would fit.

   Around the same time, Stacey's mother had a health crisis of her own. 
No doctors could say for certain what was ailing her, but her energy
flagged, she found herself weak and tired constantly, and eventually had to
leave her job.  She was constantly depressed and was at a loss as far as
how to get better.  She continued to get worse.

   After finishing our junior year, I dropped the lease on the apartment,
packed my belongings, and headed home to watch after my mom, at least for
the summer.  Stacey did the same.  We promised to talk over the summer, and
planned on getting another apartment together the next fall, if not a
house.

   *****

   As often happens, life has a way of taking over.  Stacey's mom was not
improving and Stacey was forced to make a decision between family and
school, and family won, at least temporarily.  She called me one afternoon
to tell me the bad news.  Stacey and her family had talked things over, and
she had decided to take off the first semester from school, possibly the
entire year.  Her father was a representative for a small farm implements
company, and spent much of his week on the road, so it was becoming
increasingly difficult for him to care for his wife.

   Stacey volunteered to help, an idea immediately dismissed by her
parents. She kept pressuring them, and they finally relented, on the
condition that once her mother's health improved sufficiently, Stacey would
start school at the earliest opportunity.  She agreed, and the decision was
made.

   I was disappointed, of course, having been looking forward to seeing
Stacey the rest of the summer, but I understood her reasoning.  My own
father's failing health had given me a new respect for my mother and her
inner strength, and I felt obligated to help out as much as possible. 
Thankfully, my aunt and uncle lived close by, and would watch over things
when I was away, so I started school as planned.

   To be honest, I wasn't quite sure what to expect.  Because of the rising
costs of my father's health care, I was back in the dorms for my final
year. I was fine with that.  The only real drawback was having to share
three washers and dryers with an entire floor.  But I also didn't pay
utilities, so it was okay.

   My roommate was no one I knew.  Because I was so late in signing up for
the on-campus housing, I was assigned a student at random.  His name was
Mike, and he was a nice guy.  Maybe a little more of a party animal than I
would have liked, but I'm sure I was a real downer for him too.

   I talked with Stacey most weekends, when the phone rates were cheapest,
and occasionally during the week.  We discussed our parents, mostly. 
Nothing seemed to be changing with my father.  He was still in a coma, and
was slowly slipping away.  My mom had resigned herself to the fact that he
would soon be on life support, and then it was only a matter of time. 
Stacey's mother was still very much under the weather, but didn't seem to
be getting worse.  Some days were better than others, of course, but
overall she seemed to be holding steady.

   My class schedule was making it difficult to get away on weekends,
either to Stacey's house or to visit my mother.  As difficult as it was
being away from Stacey, we both realized it was necessary.  As the fall
semester progressed, it looked more and more likely Stacey would be back in
the spring, something that I was definitely looking forward to.

   *****

   One Friday in November, a couple weeks before Thanksgiving I was sitting
at my desk studying when Mike burst into our room.

   "John, get out of your damn chair right now.  We're going to a party."

   I looked up at his outburst and saw my roommate, propped up on the arms
of two girls I'd never met, a bottle of wine in his right hand and what
looked to be a pair of underwear in the other.

   I grinned at him.  "Looks like you've already been partying without me.
I think you're doing fine for the both of us." I turned back to my study
notes.

   "John, you don't understand," he looked at me imploring me to
understand. "Jenny," and he looked to the girl on his right, "thinks you're
a really cute guy.  I don't see it myself, but she's convinced Heather that
you have to go to this party with us.  Right girls?" They nodded, Jenny
looking into my eyes and licking her lips seductively.

   "Mike.  I'd love to, but I have a big exam in my practical applications
seminar and if I don't get any studying done tonight I'll fall behind."

   "Screw studying.  It's the weekend!" It was obvious Mike had been
drinking, he was slurring his words almost beyond recognition, and I could
see he was having trouble focusing, much less standing.  Knowing that in
his inebriated state he would keep begging until I gave in or he passed
out, I sighed to the inevitable.

   "Fine, I'll go, but just for a little while." I looked at the girl I
thought was Jenny.  "Sorry, I really do have to get some studying done this
weekend."

   A smile lit her face.  "Cool!" she practically squealed.  Rushing over
to grab me, she bumped Mike with her hip and sent him sprawling.  Realizing
what she had done, she froze, wanting to grab me but feeling obligated to
help Mike.

   "No problem.  My fault.  Sorry." Mike apologized to no one in particular
as Heather helped him to his feet.  "Thanks buddy," he slurred in my
direction.  "You'll have a blast at the party.  Jenny's the best."

   I saw Heather give him a little glare before smiling at me.  Mike didn't
notice a thing.

   Heather guided Mike out of the room, looking back at me, before pushing
Jenny towards me, whispering "Have fun you guys."

   "Wow.  So, hi.  I'm John and you're Jenny?"

   She smiled at me.  "Yeah.  You've got a really nice room.  It must be
nice being a senior, huh?"

   "I guess so, another few months and I'll be out of her and into the real
world.  When do you...  what year did you say you were?" For some reason I
found myself tongue-tied around this beautiful girl.

   "I didn't say," she giggled softly.  "I'm a freshman.  But I'm mature!"
She pouted her lips and cocked her hip, trying to look...  mature, I think.
It didn't really work, but it was sexy as hell.

   "So how much studying do you have to do?  Do you really not want to go
to the party?  I love parties and this one is supposed to be so cool!" She
was almost shaking with giddiness over how cool this party was, I really
hated to be such a wet blanket.

   "I really can't afford to take more than an hour or so.  It's a big
test, and I want to do well on it."

   I saw her face drop.  "But it's going to be such a good party, and I
really want to go with you."

   Not wanting to hurt her feelings too badly, I tried to explain.  "I like
parties too, but I'm here to get a degree.  Most weekends are good for me,
but this one really isn't.  But we could hang out here for a while, if you
want." I blurted it out before I realized what I said.  What was I saying?
What about Stacey?

   She nodded solemnly towards me.  She too was here to get a degree.

   As long as it didn't interfere with her parties, I thought to myself,
rather uncharitably.

   She looked around the room, thinking to herself.  Making a decision, she
got to her feet and closed the door.

   From the moment she had walked in the room, she looked familiar to me,
but I couldn't place her, and wrote off the feeling, assuming she must be
one of those people who have familiar faces.  As she sauntered back towards
me, I took the time to really look her over.  I couldn't shake the feeling
that I knew her from somewhere.

   The first thing I noticed was the tits.  I'm sorry to say it but in her
case it was true.  I know the proper thing to notice is the eyes.  And all
women are supposed to be so sensitive and funny and beautiful inside, but
there was no getting around it, Jenny had a big rack.  I'm no expert on bra
sizes, and it always amazes me that someone can look at a girl and
immediately go, 'she's got a set of 38D tits on her' because I don't know
it can be done, but any way you looked at it, Jenny was stacked.  Think of
a Barbie doll come to life, except not quite so front heavy, and I know for
a fact that Jenny, unlike Barbie, had nipples.  They were kind of hard to
miss, sticking out the front of her white tank top.  Obviously it was too
cold for her in my room.

   In addition to the tiny tank top, Jenny had on a tiny denim skirt and
knee-high leather boots.  'This girl is only 18?' I thought to myself.

   What made it more unbelievable was her ass, which I got a good view of
as she suddenly spun in front of me and bent over to unzip and remove her
boots.  The skirt rode up over the bottom of her cheeks, and I was faced
with the smooth moons, with only a thin strip of a yellow thong to preserve
her modesty.

   Suddenly she turned towards me, catching my look of embarrassment at
being caught peeking.

   "It's okay if you want to look.  I don't mind." So saying, she peeled
off her tank top, revealing what I had suspected.  She wasn't wearing a
bra, and her large tits swayed in the air with very little sag, nipples
pointing straight ahead.

   Seeing my look of approval, Jenny grabbed her tits with both hands,
squeezing them together.  "You like?"

   I could only nod, my throat suddenly dry and my mind going a thousand
miles an hour trying to figure out what was going on.

   I was so deep in thought I forgot Jenny was standing in front of me,
until she jarred me back to reality by dropping to her knees.  She began
stroking the insides of my legs, and to my horror I could feel the blood
begin pumping into my soft penis, filling and engorging it, and we both
watched as it twitched to life, tenting the loose shorts I was wearing for
studying.

   "Ooh...  looks like someone else likes my boobs too," she smirked,
reaching out with one pink-tipped finger and tracing a line down one side
of my cock, and gently squeezing my balls.

   I gasped at the contact and felt myself throb to my complete length, as
her hand slid up and down my hard shaft, on the outside of my shorts.

   Quickly tiring of this, she dragged me to my feet and yanked my shorts
and underwear to my knees.  Pressing herself against me, she grasped me in
her hot hand, rubbing my cock over her face and neck, kissing the head
softly, before inhaling my entire length in one stroke.

   "Oh God," I heard myself say.  She giggled at my reaction, and started
bobbing her head up and down my shaft at a furious pace.  My hips started
making involuntary little thrusts into her throat, but she didn't seem to
notice, so intent was she on her mission.

   I tried to grab her tits, hoping to give her some pleasure in this, but
she just slapped my hands away with a gentle shake of her head.

   Obviously intent on bringing me off as quickly as possible, she started
sucking on the head of my cock, lashing the tip and sensitive underside
with her tongue, while with her left hand grasped my shaft and began
stroking furiously.

   I knew I wasn't going to last long and tried to warn her of my impending
orgasm, but she just nodded slightly and increased the strength of her
motions.

   Suddenly I felt my balls tighten and the familiar contractions began and
within seconds I was shooting into her mouth.  It had been months since I'd
had any sex with Stacey, and this was so unexpected and exciting, that I
shot five or six large ropes of jism into her mouth, followed by three or
four more weak spurts.  My knees gave out and I popped out her mouth,
seeing a surprised look on her face as she quickly shut her mouth, and fell
back on my bed.

   As unexpectedly as it had started, the evening ended, because without
warning, and without another word, Jenny put on her tank top and boots, and
with one quick glance at my wall clock, she was out the door.

   Unbelievable.

   *****

   I found out the next day what had happened.  Needing to spend some time
alone with my books, I trudged to the library to get some studying done
away from my dorm.  My roommate Mike is a nice enough guy, but when he's as
hung over as he was this morning, he can be quite the grouch.  So I packed
up my books and notepads and was off.

   As I walked in the main doors of the library and nodded to the student
librarian, things started clicking into place.  There was Jenny!  I looked
again to make sure I wasn't imagining it, but it was her.  I suddenly
realized why she had looked familiar the night before.  Gone were the tank
tops and fuck-me boots, but it was definitely her.  Dressed quite a bit
more properly this morning, she blushed prettily when she saw me looking at
her.

   I walked over, curious to hear her explanation of the night before.

   "Hey," I said, as noncommittally as possible.  "What's going on?"

   "Um...  nothing much.  How are you?" She was having a difficult time
meeting my gaze.

   We talked about fairly bland, everyday school stuff for a little while,
until finally I needed to know.

   "So, where'd you run off to so fast last night?" I asked, tired of
beating around the bush.

   "Back to my sorority," she started.

   I found out she was a freshman pledge at one of the bigger sororities on
campus, and one of her sisters had demanded that Jenny bring her a fresh
mouthful of cum before midnight, or face severe punishment.  As it turned
out, Jenny was somewhat on the shy side, although last night certainly
wouldn't have shown it.

   She had been screwing up her courage all night, but when she finally got
to my dorm, her mind was made up.  She had hoped to get me alone at the
party and explain things to me, since she knew I was a "nice guy," but when
I wanted to stay in the dorm, she saw her opportunity and took matters into
her own hands, so to speak.

   "So how was it," I asked, curious, having never tasted my own spunk, and
honestly having to desire to do so.

   "Kind of gross," she answered, "but I did it, so that's all that
matters."

   "Last night was kind of a shock to me, but you need to know I have a
girlfriend back home and..."

   "Oh no!  Shit," she swore, and suddenly looked around, realizing where
we were.  She continued, her voice much softer.  "I have a steady boyfriend
here on campus, but he's on the football team and wasn't around this
weekend because of an away game.  I wish I'd had time to explain it last
night, but I was in a hurry." She blushed again.  "I'm sorry, I hope you
don't think horribly of me!"

   I laughed quietly at her, assured her it was okay, that I didn't mind
being used as a semen pump, and went on to study, silently shaking my head.

   As the day wore on, however, I began to feel more and more guilty.

   I wasn't upset with Jenny, not really.  She obviously had a goal in mind
and I became the most likely target, so more power to her.  I was a little
pissed at myself, for having given in to her as easily as I had.  Sure she
was pretty and sexy and obviously willing, but there were lots of girls out
there, and if I would cave as quickly as I did with Jenny, then what would
the future hold for me when Stacey came back to school.

   I chewed on this problem for the next week, before deciding I had to
tell Stacey.  It was important to me to keep things on the level with her.
It was difficult enough for the two of us, being apart for so long, much
less dealing with our parents' health issues,

   It was the week after Thanksgiving, and I was back at school, when I
finally screwed up the courage to call Stacey and spill all.  After talking
of inconsequential matters for a few minutes, I finally started.

   "Stacey, I have to tell you something, and I apologize with all my
heart, because I know it's going to make you angry."

   "What?" she questioned, and I could hear the nervous edge into her
voice.

   "A couple weeks ago, a Friday night, I was studying in my dorm, when my
roommate came in, with two girls hanging all over him..." I went on to
explain everything that had gone on that night, leaving nothing out,
including the next morning at the library.  I pleaded with her to
understand that it would never happen again, it was a weak moment for me,
and it meant nothing to me.  She, Stacey, was the world and I would do
everything in my power to avoid hurting her.

   When I was done there was a long pause on the other end of the phone. 
Was she in shock?  How much did she hate me?

   "Stacey, are you there?  I'm sorry, it was..."

   "Hold on a second, John.  Wait.  Don't say anything else."

   "Are you mad at me?" I asked, dreading her answer.

   "I have to go."

   "Wait!"

   "No, my mom needs me.  We'll talk about this later.  I'm not mad.  It's
okay.  Bye." And she hung up.

   I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.  I knew I had screwed up badly.
She didn't sound mad really, but it didn't seem 'okay' in the least.  I
thought about calling back immediately, but knew that wouldn't be helpful.

   So I did what I always do in situations like this.  I pulled back into a
shell and studied.

   Mike seemed to know something was up, but after I assured him nothing
was his fault, he seemed in a better mood.  And why shouldn't he?  It
wasn't his fault he'd brought Jenny to our room.  He didn't know about her
agenda, at least I didn't think he did, and even if he was in on it, I made
the ultimate, bad decision.

   During the weeks leading up to Christmas break I talked with my mother
more often than normal.  My father was now on life support, and was
slipping away more quickly.

   We discussed it, and decided that if he was still deteriorating after
New Year's, we would seriously consider pulling the plug.  It saddened me.
Even though we hadn't been close the last few years, he was still my
father, and I suppose some corner of my being still loved him.

   Finals over, and feeling pretty good about myself, I made the drive home
and set up my old room again.  I would be home for the next month, and
wanted to get settled as soon as possible.

   My mother and I spent the next few days at the hospital.  There wasn't
much we could do, but we both felt an obligation to be with him, especially
around the holidays.

   Christmas Day didn't look like it was going to be very exciting.  The
two of us exchanged presents, such as they were.  My mother gave me some
new clothes, of course, and I got her a necklace I'd seen one day the
summer before while shopping with Stacey.  She put it on immediately, and
it looked good on her, and she complimented how nice I looked in my
clothes. I suppose she was right, and I was happy to have them, since I
generally don't pay much attention to what I'm wearing.  She's often had to
throw clothes of mine away, so full of holes were they, when I hadn't as
much as noticed.

   After celebrating, I went to take a nap while Mom drove to the hospital.
She wanted me to go, but I begged off, still sleepy and sluggish from the
large dinner we'd had.

   I lay in bed for a while after she'd gone, and decided to call Stacey.
We hadn't talked much since our discussion a few weeks prior, and while
we'd never again mentioned Jenny, I got the idea Stacey wasn't too happy,
and I didn't blame her.

   The phone rang a few seconds before her father answered.  He seemed a
bit surprised to hear me calling, but agreed to get Stacey for me.  She
picked up the phone, but didn't sound glad to hear my voice either.

   "What's going on, Stacey?  I asked.  "Your dad seemed pissed that I
called." A thought occurred to me.  "Did you tell him about..." I couldn't
finish.

   "God, no!" she exclaimed, and I breathed a little easier.  "He thinks
you're a great guy, but he's mad at me."

   "Why?  What'd you do?"

   There was a short pause, and I could hear Stacey take a deep breath and
then heard a big sigh.

   "We need to talk."

   A chill ran up my neck, and I started feeling sick.  She was breaking up
with me, I knew it.

   "Stacey, I'm so sorry.  Please give me another chance," I started,
before she cut me off.

   "John, it's not you, it's me.  You're a great guy, a fantastic guy, and
I didn't deserve you before, and I certainly don't now."

   "What?  If it's not me, then what is it?"

   "It's me," she choked out, and I could hear her voice shaking.  "I'm
pregnant."

   "What?  Is it mine?" I felt my future closing in and squeezing me, but
knew what I had to do.  "We'll deal with this, you know.  I don't have a
ring, but we can get married.  It'll be difficult, with both of us still in
school, but I can take a year off and get a job while you care for the
baby. I hadn't planned on asking like this," I admitted, "but I'd been
thinking about proposing." I felt myself starting to ramble, so I abruptly
stopped talking and waited for Stacey to say something.  Anything.

   Again there was a long pause and I heard Stacey sobbing on the other end
of the line.  "Oh God, John...  I'm so sorry, I never meant to hurt you
like this." Suddenly it was quiet and I heard a thud as the phone dropped
to the carpet.  I could hear footsteps coming closer and then the phone was
picked up.

   "Stacey?" I asked, hoping she had returned.

   "John, it's me," it was her father.

   "What's going on, sir?"

   He sighed and slowly told me the story.  It seems while he was gone so
often on his business trips, Stacey's old boyfriend from high school had
started coming around, helping out with Stacey's mom, and things had
progressed from there.

   He had been incredibly helpful, watching over the house and yard, and
driving the two women around as they needed.  One evening he had asked out
Stacey on a date, and she somewhat tentatively accepted.  Her father told
me Stacey was worried about what I'd think, but felt so ingratiated to her
ex that she accepted.

   One date turned into a few, and she felt herself feeling things for him
she hadn't felt with me.  Feelings that led quickly to intimacy and then
sex, until she found out in October that she was pregnant.  The old
boyfriend was now the new fiancŽ.  I felt sick to my stomach at the news,
but pressed on, asking if there was anything I could do to help.

   I heard him give a small laugh.  "No, it would probably best if you
didn't," he finally answered.  "I think she still loves you, but she's
confused and in trouble and needs to deal with it in her own way.  I'm
sorry you had to find out like this.  Hell, I'm sorry it happened at all.
She blew it with you, and she knows it." He paused for a little while.  "I
think it's probably best if you stayed away for a little while, give her
some space.  Again, I feel terrible...  you deserved better than my
daughter, I'm sorry to say."

   We chatted a while and then hung up.

   I felt sick to my stomach and didn't want to be bothered, so I took the
phone off the hook and feel into a fitful slumber.

   Hours later, how many I didn't know, I felt myself being shaken awake.

   "John, wake up.  Wake up, John," it was my mother, and as my eyes slowly
opened and she came into focus, she didn't look happy.

   "I've been calling for the last 30 minutes, what have you been doing?"
she asked me.

   "I don't want to talk about it," I said sullenly.  "Why were you
calling? What's wrong?

   Looking at her face though, I knew before she answered.

   "You father died this afternoon."

   Fuck.  Some Christmas this turned out to be.

   *****

   The next 18 months were a blur.  I returned to college for the spring
semester, but had a hard time concentrating.  I ended up moving out of the
dorms and into the small house my friend Caleb was sharing with Mary.  To
say I felt like the proverbial third wheel would be putting it mildly. 
Caleb and Mary were wonderful, and to their credit they never made me feel
unwanted.

   I had started college with plans of going into business for myself.  I'd
always wanted to own a shop, whether it be a book store or music store, and
had selected my major accordingly.  After returning to school, however, I
found myself spending more and more time in the music department.  I'm
still not sure if it was because that's where I'd met Stacey, or if it was
just a natural outgrowth of my enjoyment of singing.

   Regardless of the reasons, I made the somewhat rash decision, two months
before graduation, to finish my business degree and come back for another
year or two and turn my music minor into a music major.

   My mother and I had some heated arguments regarding my new plans.  My
father, as it turned out, had provided very well for us in death, and
paying for the extra years of college wouldn't put a strain on us, but was
I sure this was something I wanted to do?

   I said it was, and after more discussions, my mother agreed.

   Even though I was intent on returning to school, I wanted to make sure
my family, as small as it had become, was settled.  Not wanting to be
reminded of the past, my mother sold the house and used the money to
purchase a small condo by a lake.  It was a beautiful place and, even
though I only had the guest room, and that only temporarily, I could sense
my mother easing away from the pain and slowly becoming happy.

   Sadly, I couldn't say the same for myself.  I spent the summer at the
same restaurant I'd worked at the previous year, working more hours to
distract myself from the bitterness I was feeling inside.  I didn't blame
myself for losing Stacey.  As much as I was ready to beat myself up after
the Jenny incident, I realized it had very little, if anything, to do with
Stacey leaving me.  I tried to put it in the past, along with Emily, but it
was difficult.

   As the end of summer neared, I began dwelling more and more on school. I
realized that because of the one year difference in our ages, Stacey would
be in some of my classes, and I was a bit terrified.  I knew intellectually
that there was no 'us' anymore, but wasn't sure how I would behave around
her.  Deciding my budget could allow for it, I asked my boss if he needed
someone full time in his restaurant.  He was willing to take me on as a
dishwasher-slash-apprentice cook, and I decided to stay where I was and not
go back to school in the fall.

   Although I spent the entire year away from school, I was in close
contact with a few of my professors back on campus.  One in particular, the
same professor who'd taught the introductory music class in which I'd met
Stacey, wanted me to be his assistant when I returned.  I had always
enjoyed tutoring other students, but hadn't planned on doing something
similar with my new major.  Although I was going to be two, or sometimes
three years older than the students, academically I was at their level, at
least in the classes I would be taking in the music department.

   "Nonsense," he replied when I told him of my thinking.  "You were
excellent in that class, and I've been talking with a few of the professors
you had in other theory and history classes, and they all say the same
thing.  You'd be perfect as my teaching assistant.  It doesn't pay very
much, but you would only be in charge of keeping limited office hours and
grading some very basic multiple choice exams."

   "What about lecturing," I asked, knowing that many professors used their
assistants as excuses to spend more time on the golf course.

   "Very little of that, if any," was his answer.  "One of the things I
enjoy most about teaching is getting up in front of students and actually
teaching them.  Answering their questions.  If you ever teach you'll
understand how gratifying it is when you see that first spark of
understanding in their eyes.  At that point it's all worth it."

   Truth be told, I was pretty excited about helping out around the
classroom.  I knew it was going to be more work than he was letting on, but
I'm sure it would be worth the effort, just as he said.

   As the spring of my year away rolled around, I was forced to get back
into the swing of things academically.  First was registering for classes,
which I was able to get accomplished quite easily.  Similar to most, my
school lets students who have accumulated the most credits register for
classes first, and I found I was very near the head of the line.  I had no
problem getting the classes or professors I wanted, which was a pleasant
change.

   The next thing I needed to do was find housing.  My mother's new condo
was perfect for her, but in the last year we'd gotten in each other's way a
few times, and I knew I had to find a place to call my own.

   After looking around and seeing what was available to rent, I made the
biggest decision, and purchase, of my life up to this point.  Realizing
that I would need to be on my own now for the next two years of college,
and having no real place to keep my belongings at my mother's new condo, I
started looking for a small house to buy.

   I wasn't looking for, much less afford, anything fancy or extravagant,
but after spending weeks looking over the classifieds and real estate
advertisements, I finally found what I had been looking for.  It was a
couple miles from campus, which was perfect for me, as I could ride my bike
instead of driving or taking the bus.  It wasn't too big for me, having a
decent-sized kitchen, a living area, two bedrooms and one and a half
bathrooms.  There was no garage, but a carport was attached, and the price
was good.

   It would mean spending almost all the remaining money from my father's
life insurance policy, after college expenses for the next two years were
figured, but I would have very small monthly payments and would actually
own it very quickly.  By my way of looking at it, my father was paying for
my college and my first home, and while I knew it was uncharitable to think
it was more than he'd done for me while he was alive, I did silently thank
him for it.  I hoped he could hear me.

   Moving in to my new place in August wasn't the greatest idea I'd ever
had, but I wanted to start getting used to my new home and also hoped to
reconnect with my professors.  As most of the students I'd gone to school
with had graduated by now, the teachers were my last link to my previous
college experience.

   As I arranged what little furniture I had, I realized how different this
was going to be than living in a dorm.  When I had shared a single room
with a roommate, or even when I'd been renting a house, there had always
been someone else's stuff.  Now I looked around my house, and it was a bit
shocking.  The living room looked barren with my thread-worn couch and
small black and white television.  I had one other chair, but had put it in
the room I jokingly referred to as my "study." It contained the
aforementioned chair and a desk.  Nothing more.  Eventually I might get a
computer there, but for now that was it.  My bedroom was much the same,
filled with nothing more than my double bed and a chest of drawers I'd had
since I was six.

   Realizing I could have almost fit everything in the house into the
living room, and had space to spare, I knew something needed to be done.  I
called my mom.

   "Oh, you won't have that problem for long," she said, laughing a little.
"I remember when I first got out of college.  Everything I owned fit in my
parents' station wagon, and my small apartment seemed huge.  You'll find
out soon enough, like every homeowner, that you'll start accumulating
'stuff' and pretty soon you'll have to start deciding what to keep and what
to throw out or give away.

   I thanked her, although I had a hard time believing she was correct.

   Once school started, I was nearly always on the go.  My classes weren't
all that difficult, thankfully.  In some ways it was as if I'd been
preparing for them my whole life.  Being a teaching assistant, regardless
of what I had been told, took a lot of work, but it was good for me.

   Not only was I able to spend time prepping worksheets and tutoring
students in a subject I loved, I was able to look at mistakes they were
making, which helped me see errors of my own.

   It was worth it, although it did tend to cut back on my free time, but I
didn't mind.

   *****

   It was probably eight weeks into the school year when I received a note
from Dr.  Bergerud, the head of the music department, and not incidentally
the professor I'd agreed to assist, wanting to talk to me.

   After my afternoon classes, I waded my way through the throng of
students, talking and laughing in preparation for a short Halloween break,
finally arriving in the music wing.

   Knocking, I poked my head through the door, calling out, "Hello?"

   I heard Dr.  B.  shout up from his office.  "John?  Come on back, I'm a
little buried at the moment."

   I walked down the hall to his office, and immediately understood what he
meant by 'buried.'

   Somehow, in an attempt to rearrange his office, the professor had
managed to dump an entire case-worth of manuscript pages and choral scores
on himself, and was now trying to stack them back in order.

   I grinned at him.  "Sometimes the mountain does come to Mohammed," I
joked.

   He smirked, not really appreciating my attempt at humor, especially at
his expense.  "Yeah yeah.  Help me up would you?"

   I did, and in short order the two of us had the scores rearranged and
back in their box.  We tidied up a bit before I sat down in front of his
desk.

   "What did you want to see me about, sir?"

   "I was hoping you would be agreeable to taking on a special project for
me," he started.  I wondered if he was going to try and get me to wash his
car and mow his lawn.  I'd heard of other teaching assistants having to
similar chores.

   "What kind of project?" I asked cautiously.

   "It seems we will have a new student in our midst, soon after break."

   "In the middle of the semester?" I was confused, as people transferring
in generally waited until a semester break, if not the beginning of the
year.

   "There are extenuating circumstances for letting this student in
mid-term.  I cannot go into any of them at the moment, but believe me, it
is the correct thing for the department to do."

   I nodded my understanding.  "Are we talking music major, or someone who
needs to take a required class?"

   "Definitely a non-music major.  If this was part of a graduate syllabus
we would never allow such an unorthodox situation to occur.  We would
simply wait until the next semester.  As it is, however, this student, who
I believe home-schooled for many years, has tested into junior level
classes, but needs to finish some general requirements first."

   "And you want me to make sure that happens, correct?" He nodded.  I
understood now.  Generally the student, whoever it was, would have waited
until spring semester.  But if there were other, more important classes to
take within the student's major, and the absence of a basic, required
course would hinder that, then we sometimes let things slide, and tried to
help the student along, as best we were able.

   "I'd be happy to do it."

   "Excellent.  I thought you might be." He shuffled some papers around on
his desk, finally finding what he was looking for.  Handing a thin student
file to me, he said, "Since you will be the tutor, you're allowed to see
this.  In this folder is all the pertinent information you'll need to know.
Much of it is very confidential.  I trust you're okay with this?" I nodded.

   "Good.  All right then, have a great break, and we'll get started on
some individual tutoring plans for you when classes start up again."

   "Thanks, it sounds good."

   We shook hands and I got up and walked back down the hall.  Like the
rest of the students, I was in need of an extended holiday, not realizing
quite how much my life would change when I returned from break.

   *****

   Halloween is most definitely not a standard get-out-of-school kind of
holiday, but this year it fell on a Friday and I guess the school
collectively figured, 'what the hell?' and voil‡, we had a three-day
weekend.

   In addition to getting ready for my new student, I had some music
history papers of my own to finish up, which took me most of the weekend. I
still hadn't had a chance to read the student file, but swore I would get
to it before our first meeting.

   As it turns out, I never found the time.  I had emailed the student,
explaining who I was, and that we should meet in the music department
lounge, sometime after dinner, preferably around half past six.  I knew
from experience that most freshmen, at least when I was one, tended to eat
as soon as the dining center opened at five o'clock, except for those
unfortunate enough to have a class that ran until six, so assumed this
wouldn't be a problem.

   I got to the lounge a little early, to give me time to set out some
books and cassette with music examples on them.  At this time of the
evening most of the classroom buildings were deserted, so I had the area to
myself.  Realizing I had time to go over the student file, but found I
didn't think to bring it.  Knowing it was on my kitchen table, and that I
had no time to retrieve it, I silently cursed my stupidity and instead
grabbed a popular legal thriller I'd purchased, but hadn't had time to read
yet, and settled in to wait.

   As the time moved closer to seven o'clock, I glanced up but saw no one.
There was a girl standing over by another student, obviously asking for
directions.  I looked closer, thinking she looked vaguely familiar, but
shook it off, realizing that a lot of people look familiar to me.

   Suddenly I realized the person she had been talking to was pointing in
my direction, and that this girl must be my student.  I started putting
away my novel when I heard footsteps heading quickly in my direction, and
the girl, slightly out of breath, started apologizing.

   "I am so sorry.  I've only been on campus once, and I went to the wrong
building first." I looked up to tell her it was fine, when she gave a
little squeal and stared at me in shock.

   "John?" Her eyes were wide with surprise and happiness.

   Who was this girl?  I took a closer look, then it hit me like a ton of
bricks.  It had been nine years since I graduated from junior high, but the
young woman standing in front of me, grinning from ear to ear, was very
obviously the grown-up version of my first love.

   "Emily?" She nodded.  "Emily!"

   *****

   I was in turmoil.  It's not often the the girl of your dreams for almost
a decade suddenly appears in your life.  What should I do?  I had to behave
as her tutor, first and foremost.  Our time together was so long ago, and I
had no doubts that while she may remember it, that it more than likely
meant little to her.

   "So," I started slowly.  "How have you been?  It's been a long time."

   "Yeah," she signed wistfully.  "I've been...  okay, I guess, I don't
talk about it much.  What about you, I'm kind of surprised to see you still
here.  Shouldn't you have graduated by now?  How have you been?"

   "The same, I guess, pretty good," I answered, not wanting to get into
details or lay anything heavy on her now.  Deciding we needed to get into
the real reason we were here, I broached the subject of her classes.  "So,
you're starting in the middle of a semester, right?" She nodded.  "What I
can I teach you first?"

   She grimaced a bit.  "Everything, really.  I want to be an elementary
school classroom teacher, and so I need this music class, but it's not my
major or anything.  I think that's why they're letting me slide a little
bit.  I don't even need to go to classes, just study with you and try to
pass out of the class."

   I nodded.  This certainly was unusual, but not totally out of my realm
of experience.  It sounded like a good plan, too.

   "Okay then, let's get started."

   Emily wasn't kidding when she said I needed to teach her everything. 
Frankly I was a bit amazed at some of the large gaps in her knowledge. 
Didn't she have music in middle school or high school?  Most districts had
some sort of requirement.  A student didn't necessarily have to be in band
or choir, but generally some classroom experience was a bare minimum.  Not
for the first time, I realized this would all been readily apparent if only
I'd read her student file.

   For the next couple hours, I lectured and she took notes.  She asked
very good questions, and I soon realized she would catch on quickly.  She
certainly wasn't ready to write an oboe concerto, and had no desire to, but
I knew by the end of the semester she would have more than enough music
knowledge at her disposal for any group of third or fourth graders, and
that was enough.

   Around nine o'clock, I felt my back start to tighten from all the
sitting.  Leaning back in my chair in stretching, I let out a big sigh. 
Looking over at Emily, I saw her rolling her shoulders too, trying to get
the kinks out, and that sealed it.

   "Well, I certainly think that we've done enough for one night.  How
about you?

   She nodded gratefully.  As I started boxing up my papers and materials,
she reached out and lightly brushed her hand against the back of my arm.

   "I really want to thank you for doing this, John.  I was worried this
would be too hard for me, but you make it very easy, even though it was
only our first session." She gave me a bright smile, and I felt myself
blush slightly.

   "It's no problem really.  I'm just happy to have such an attentive
pupil, not to mention one so pretty." It was Emily's turn to blush, and she
shook her finger at me.

   "Naughty naughty," she scolded.  "I don't think it's appropriate for
someone as old as yourself to be so fresh with a student." She nodded her
head haughtily at me.

   "Please," I begged her contritely, "forgive the rude fumblings, my lady,
for your beauty is so great that it would be an offense to not speak of it.
I meant no harm, and pray none has come to you." I always enjoy putting on
a bit of a show when I apologize.  Generally it takes some of the sting out
of admitting my frequent wrongdoing, but in this case I knew we were
kidding around.

   She giggled at me, confirming my thoughts.  "You're funny," she laughed,
"and I would love to stay and chat, but it's been a tiring day and I have
an early science lab tomorrow, and really need my beauty sleep."

   Not on my account, I almost said, but stopped myself.  "Um...  can I
walk you back to your dorm?" I started to ask, but realized that might be a
mistake.  "Wait, you do live on campus, don't you?"

   She nodded that she did, "but I'll be fine, I'm in one of the freshmen
dorms right across the courtyard, but thanks anyway."

   Both of us were ready to go and we stood.  She gave me a quick hug and a
peck on the cheek.

   "Thanks again, I'm going to enjoy music more than I'd hoped," she said.

   "My pleasure."

   "So, I'll see you tomorrow night then?" she asked, unsure of our
schedule.

   "That's fine," I answered, "we don't need to go this late every night,
but we should probably get a little bit done each day.  We're already
midway through the term and we do have quite a bit of catching up to do."

   She nodded, waved goodbye and was gone.

   Looking around, I saw I was alone and sank down in the chair.  It was
unbelievable.  The entire time we'd been studying I had been fighting the
urge to pick her out of the chair and kiss her, but thankfully avoided the
urge.  I mentally kicked myself for even thinking about it.

   Nine years!  I kept repeating to myself.  There's no way she feels the
same way about you, so don't even think about it.  Concluding that nothing
could be accomplished tonight, I decided to talk with my professor the next
day.

   *****

   Knocking on the door the next afternoon, I asked Dr.  Bergerud if he had
any time to meet with me.  He did, but had a faculty meeting in thirty
minutes, so it would need to be short.  I thought I could say what I needed
to in that time, so I sat down and started talking.

   I explained that I knew the student from years before, and had certain
feelings, no doubt magnified by the passage of time, but I wasn't sure if I
would be the best person to tutor her.

   "Why not?" he asked.  "Aren't you able to keep your mind on things while
you're going over the material?" I confessed I didn't think that would be a
problem.  "What is it, then?" He seemed perplexed.

   I sighed, knowing that sooner or later I would have to ask.  "I want to
ask her out and I'm not sure if that would be appropriate, as her tutor." I
looked down miserably, too embarrassed to look him in the eye.

   Suddenly I heard him laughing.  At me?  I looked up, but he was shaking
his head, realizing what I was thinking.

   "It's not that," he gasped.  "It's funny, is all.  Do you know who was
in my office just before you arrived?" I shook my head, but had a good
guess.

   "Emily?"

   He nodded.  "And damned if she didn't ask me the same thing you just
did!"

   I was mortified.  "She thinks I'm coming on to her?  I swear I didn't do
anything inappropriate last night.  All we did was study." I could see
where this was going.  I was going to be fired.

   "No, not at all.  Did you hear me?  She asked the same question you did.
She wants to ask you out on a date."

   I'm sure my eyes were as big as hubcaps as I stared at him.  "What did
you say?" I asked breathlessly, my heart pounding in my chest.

   "Oh," he answered, drawing out his answer, enjoying my obvious
discomfort, "I allowed as to how it might be just fine with me." He started
laughing again as I expelled a huge breath.

   "But...  what about student and teacher relations?  Wouldn't that
violate them?" Shut up, I told myself.  He just gave you permission.  Don't
fuck it up now!

   He sat there a little bit.  "I thought about it, and since she's not
actually in your class, and you won't be grading her on her progress, I
don't see it as a problem." I just sat there, stunned.  "Are we finished?"
he asked, a twinkle in his eye.

   I nodded, and got up to leave.

   "It was nice talking to you," he said, as I reached the door.

   "Uh yeah, you too."

   *****

   The next day was a bit awkward.  I knew how I felt about Emily, and was
now sure I knew how she felt about me, but she didn't know, and I wasn't
sure how to tell her.  She had gone into see Dr.  Bergerud for the same
reason I had, and while I appreciated him telling me about her visit,
wasn't sure how she would react to knowing he had in a small way betrayed
her confidence.

   So, I decided to play it cool, at least for a little while.  Over the
next week or two, we studied every night.  We didn't always study as long
as we had the first night, generally only an hour, but sometimes longer, if
there was a particular concept Emily had trouble understanding, but those
were rare.

   We quickly became friendly during these study sessions.  It wasn't
uncommon for her to lean against me, under the pretense of studying a score
or diagram I was holding, and remain leaning against me long past what was
necessary.  And while I made no overt overtures toward Emily, I knew she
would have accepted them in a heartbeat, but was too shy to make the first
move herself.

   It was a Thursday evening, and the two of us had been going over
different forms of 20th Century neo-classical music, and I could see Emily
was getting a bit tired.  Knowing Thanksgiving break was coming up, and not
sure what her plans were, I decided to ask a question I'd been holding back
since we met.

   "Hey Emily, do you have any plans for break?" I asked, hoping she would
say no.

   She looked down at her shoes.  "No, I don't really have a home anymore.
A couple friends invited me to spend some time at their places, but I
thought I'd be intruding, so I told them I had other plans."

   "So what are you doing?" I asked, curious.

   She sighed.  "I'll probably just stay in the dorms, I guess." She looked
like a lost child at the thought, and it was all I could do to refrain from
wrapping her a bear hug.

   "I don't know if anyone's mentioned this to you yet," I started, afraid
of her reaction, "but since Thanksgiving break is a little longer than
normal this year, the dorms are closed." She looked up me in shock, a look
of near panic on her face.  "Nothing will be open, not the library, not the
dining center.  Nothing"

   She collapsed back into a chair, tossing her bag of notes to the floor.
Burying her head in her hands, she started crying.  Softly at first, her
crying intensified and soon her shoulders were wracked by her sobs.

   "What am I going to do?  I have nowhere to go." I hadn't anticipated
this reaction at all, and quickly sat beside her, throwing my arm around
her shoulders and pulling her close to me.  Trying to calm her, I rubbed
her back with one hand and stroked her long brown hair with the other, all
the while making soothing noises.

   "Shhh...  shhh...  it will be okay," I said gently.  "You can't go
home?" I asked.

   I felt her head shake in my shoulder.  Home was out.

   "Do you think it's too late to take up one of your friends on their
offer to visit them?" She shrugged her shoulders, not sure.  "What do you
want to do?  Tell me how I can help." I lifted her head, gently stroking
her cheek and wiped the tears out of her eyes.  Knowing of one solution, I
hesitated a moment before asking.

   "I have an extra room at my place.  Do you want to stay with me?  It
wouldn't be a problem."

   The tears started flowing again, and she threw her arms around my neck,
almost choking me, so strong was her grip.

   "Thank you thank you thank you!" she repeated softly, her lips brushing
my neck with each word, causing my hairs to stand on end.  I was suddenly
aware of how soft she was in my arms.  I felt the swell of her breasts
against my chest, as they were pushed forward with each breath.  "Thank you
so much."

   Feeling the beginnings of an erection as my thoughts ran wild, I
realized I had to end this quickly, or embarrass myself.

   Giving her one last tight squeeze, I patted her on the back and pulled
us both to our feet.

   "It's going to be fine.  Break's not for another few days, so if you get
a better offer, that's cool.  But you're always welcome."

   She gave me a tiny smile.  "Thanks so much for this.  You don't...  you
can't know how much it means to me."

   We chatted for a bit, finally separating with a promise to meet one more
time before break.

   That night I could think of nothing but Emily spending break in my
house. I looked around and decided that while I wasn't exactly a slob, I
could handle being more fastidious in my cleaning, so for the next couple
hours tidied up, even going so far as sweeping under the rugs and shaving
the toilet.

   Satisfied at my work and exhausted from the work, I dropped into bed. 
Knowing she would be with me, although I tried not to think of it that way,
had me hard in an instant.

   Dropping my hand to my very erect cock, I started pumping up and down,
pausing each stroke to tweak the bulbous head, rubbing my pre-cum down my
shaft for lubrication.  Reaching below me, I used my left hand to gently
grasp and squeeze my balls, rolling them gently in my fingers.

   As I slowly stroked myself to orgasm, I imagined Emily.  Emily in
lingerie.  Emily naked.  Emily sucking my cock.  Emily on top of me, riding
my cock.  Emily.

   "Oh God," I groaned, lost in my fantasies.  "Emily, suck it.  That's it,
lick me.  Fuck me.  Oh fuck!"

   Nearing completion, I felt the sperm rush along the underside of my
shaft, and I roared as rope after sticky rope of my sperm sprayed over my
hand and thighs.

   I lay there in bed for a few moments, chest heaving as I tried to catch
my breath.  Just the thought of Emily had made my orgasm that much
stronger, and I hoped I was able to make it through the week ahead. 
Reaching out to my night stand, I grabbed two tissues and went about the
job of wiping myself dry.

   At last sated, and with thoughts of Emily still running through my mind,
I managed to fall asleep.

   *****

   The Monday before Thanksgiving break, I realized one important fact
about my apartment.  In my haste in inviting Emily to spend the week, I had
forgotten I only had one bed.  Since I'd moved in, I had been intending to
purchase a hide-a-bed, but had never gotten around to it.  My basic
laziness was not a problem.

   When I brought this up to Emily, she just laughed.

   "Do you have a couch?" she asked.

   "Sure," I replied.

   "Then I'm set.  I'll sleep on the couch."

   "I can't have you do that.  I've never slept on it, but honestly, it's
not the most comfortable thing to sit on, so I can't imagine it's all that
wonderful for sleeping.  Tell you what, I'll do a load of laundry, wash my
sheets and you can sleep on my bed." Emily looked at me, eyebrow raised. 
"Oh, yeah...  I'll take the couch."

   "I appreciate the offer, but the couch can't be that bad.  Besides, you
weigh a lot more than I do, so the couch will probably be okay for me, but
not you.  I'm so grateful to you for putting up with me for the week that I
don't want to inconvenience you any more than necessary, so I'm sleeping on
the couch, and that's final."

   With a quick nod of her head to show she meant business, Emily spun
around towards her dorm to finish packing.  "I'll see you tomorrow," she
called over her shoulder, and quickly went back inside.

   I wasn't too happy with the sleeping arrangement.  It was my fault I'd
been so stupid, and didn't really want her to suffer, but what could I do.
Just make the offer one more time, knowing she'd turn it down again.

   Not wanting either of us to suffer any more than we had to, I dipped
into my savings account and went on a massive shopping spree that evening.
Purchasing as much as my refrigerator would hold, I stocked up on all the
holiday essentials, plus enough regular and junk food to last a month.  We
would certainly not be short on food.

   Emily arrived at my doorstep around noon the next day, carrying a small
suitcase and a couple paper grocery bags.

   I eyed them curiously.  "What's in those?" I asked.

   "Food," she answered.

   "Why?"

   "I told you," she said, exasperated.  "I don't want to inconvenience you
by staying here.  I appreciate it, but I'm not your responsibility.  I'm
sure the music department won't be paying you for this!"

   Grinning, I pulled her by the elbow into the kitchen and threw open the
fridge door.  "Where will we put it?" I asked, laughing at her expression.
"I just went shopping last night.  Trust me, there's plenty."

   She saw the humor of it and started laughing.

   "Just out of curiosity, what did you bring?" I asked.

   Emily started laughing even more, and pointed to the sacks on the floor.
"Look for yourself," she finally gasped out, short of breath.

   I walked over to the sacks, and understood immediately.  Three loaves of
bread, two packages of bologna, two large boxes of kids cereal and four six
packs of cola was to have been her bounty for the week.

   "Yuck," was my only response.  "I mean, you can eat that if you want,
but I know I'm having turkey on Thanksgiving."

   Still laughing, Emily rummaged through the bag for a second, finally
pulling out a small tin.  "Hey, I brought turkey," she giggled, showing me
what she had pulled from the bag.  A can of turkey Spam.

   "Oh," I laughed.  "I guess you're right.  We'll just feast on that. 
Emily, I said you were my guest, and I mean it.  Now, put that away."

   She smiled up at me again, a tear forming in her eye.  "I just wanted to
thank you again.  I haven't had a good Thanksgiving for years, and I know
this one will be special, so thank you."

   "Hey.  It's okay, don't cry.  What are friends for?" I asked, reaching
out to rub her arm.

   She sniffled a bit.  "I just don't have very many friends."

   "What about family?"

   She looked at me sadly.  "Don't joke about that, please?  You know."

   I was confused.  Had I missed something?  What was I supposed to know?
Afraid to ask, I just pulled her close.  She melted into my arms and
pressed myself tightly against me.  I could feel our bodies fuse together,
from hip to chest.  There was nothing remotely sexual about it, just a warm
closeness.

   Deciding she had cried enough for one day, Emily reluctantly pulled
herself away from my embrace and wiped her eyes once more.  "Okay, I'm
through.  Thank you," she looked me in the eye, the corners of her mouth
curving up into a shy smile.  "Where should I put my stuff.  Is this my
couch?" she asked, pointing back into the living room.

   "No," I said a bit abruptly.  She jerked her head back at me, a look of
surprise on her face.  "No," I said, a bit more gently.  "I told you, you
get the bed and I get the couch."

   She refused, as I knew she would.  Around and around we went, arguing
over who would get the couch, and I eventually lost, as I knew I would, but
I had to try.

   That afternoon, the two of us sat around the house, getting used to
sharing space with each other.  We had a light snack, using some of her
bologna, which I proclaimed the greatest sandwich I'd ever had, much to her
amusement.  We watched a little television, and actually got some studying
in at her insistence, although I made sure she understood that there would
be no more school work allowed.  This was, after all, a vacation.  She
reluctantly agreed, although I could tell she wanted to argue about it.

   Around seven o'clock, we both decided we'd gone long enough without
food, and started planning dinner.  Knowing she was trying to be helpful, I
allowed Emily into talking me into letting her prepare supper for the two
of us.  I showed her where different pans and utensils were, and made
myself scarce in the living room, sitting down with a mystery novel.

   I had only managed to read a few pages when I noticed the most wonderful
smells coming from my kitchen.  With stomach growling, I went to
investigate, hoping to swipe a few scraps, but apparently the kitchen was
now Emily's domain, and I was shooed out with only a carrot stick for my
troubles.

   Content for the moment, and curious about what the meal would be, I
forced myself to continue reading.

   In very little time, no more than twenty minutes, Emily came to the
door.

   "Dinner is served," she said, smiling.

   I jumped to my feet and hurried into the kitchen, pleasantly surprised
to see she had set the table and poured us each a glass of wine.

   Putting on mitts, she opened the oven and pulled out a baking dish.  I
wasn't sure what it was, but it smelled delicious.

   "What's for dinner?" I asked.

   "Oh, just some leftovers," amused at my confused look.

   "Leftovers?" I asked, skeptical.  "I don't leftovers that smell that
good.  Trust me, I'd know.  What is it really?"

   "Leftovers, I'm telling you.  I wasn't sure what to fix, and scrounged a
little in your fridge first, and found some stuff."

   "Like what?"

   "Well, in your freezer you had half a dozen frozen hamburgers." I
nodded. I'd had a fall cookout right before fall break, and the leftovers
had gone to the freezer, only to be forgotten.

   "They're kind of old," I suggested, hopeful they hadn't gone bad.

   "Oh, they were fine.  I just thawed them out and crumbled them up."

   "What then?"

   "Well, you had a huge bowl of mashed potatoes in the fridge too." I
nodded.  I love mashed potatoes and sometimes, as in this case, I'll just
make up a big batch and eat it as a meal.

   "I guess it's not entirely leftovers," she continued.  "I found a
package of frozen mixed vegetables, and mixed it in with the hamburger. 
Then I just topped it with the potatoes and threw it in the oven.  Easy."

   I looked at her, a little skeptical.  "And this will be good?" I
questioned.

   Obviously exasperated with me, Emily huffed a bit.  "John, I didn't make
up the recipe!  It's called shepherd's pie.  You've never heard of it?"

   I shook my head that I hadn't.

   "Well...  you'll love it, but be careful, it's hot."

   She was right, it was very hot, and I did love it.

   In addition to the shepherd's pie, she had set out a stack of her bread
with a softened stick of butter, and I again delighted in embarrassing her
by continually telling her how delicious the bread was.  She threw a piece
at me, but I loved that too.

   For desert we shared a bowl of ice cream.

   After splitting cleanup duties, we settled in to watch a little more
television.  Noticing that she was yawning again, I took the opportunity to
try one final time.  "If you're getting tired why don't you go ahead and
crash in my bed," I tried.  "I'll finish watching the program and I'll use
the couch."

   "Nonsense," she said, yawning again.  "Move over a little." I scooted
further down the couch, and she slid the opposite direction.  Curling into
a ball with her head on the arm rest, she extended her legs until her feet
almost touched my thigh, and then pulled back a little.

   "I'll just lay here until the show is over, and when it's done I'll go
to bed then.  If I fall asleep before it's over, wake me up before you go.
I want to change into my pajamas."

   I didn't really want to finish the program, but I felt I had to now,
although I wasn't really concentrating on it.  Occasionally glancing at
Emily out of the corner of my eye, I saw her fighting against the
inevitable, but she'd had a long day, and slowly she slipped to sleep.

   With Emily finally sleeping, I was at last able to take a close look at
her.  Just like the eleven year-old girl I remembered, she was stunning to
look at.  In repose, her face was a portrait of beauty, and I found myself
longing to kiss her.  As I looked at her chest slowly rise and fall, I
focused on her breasts.  Gone were the tiny bumps of her pre-adolescent
youth, replaced with generous cones of flesh.  It was hard to tell under
her sweatshirt and pants, but she appeared to have a good figure.

   It occurred to me that since she had started at school I had never seen
her in anything remotely revealing.  She seemed to choose long-sleeved,
heavy clothing, that revealed nothing.

   Seeing an opportunity present itself to me, I risked her waking up, and
extended my left hand, gently resting it on her hip.  What I felt
underneath the heavy cloth was firm and muscular.  Softly I stroked down
her leg, and found it much the same.  Firm, apparently toned, and supple to
the touch.  I was again resting my hand on her hip when I felt her stir.

   Not wanting to have to explain, I quickly shook her hip.  "Emily, wake
up.  Emily," I said softly, not wanting to jar her from her sleep.  She
slowly opened her eyes and smiled at me.

   "Hey," she said drowsily.  "Your program over?" I nodded, although truth
be told I had no idea, I'd turned the television off twenty minutes ago.

   "Yeah...  I'm heading to bed, and you said to wake you up before I did."

   "Thanks," she grumbled.  "I need to change."

   Watching as she rifled through her suitcase and pulled out a pair of
heavy flannel pajamas, I gave her a big hug and told her how happy I was
she was here.  She again thanked me for housing her, and with that the two
of us each went off to bed.

   *****

   In my dream I was floating through the sky, dipping in and around trees
and clouds, light as a feather.  Looking ahead of me I could see the ocean.
Suddenly though, the ground beneath me started to shake, and for some
reason I fell to the ground.  Unable to take flight, I was at the mercy of
the heaving ground.  The ground shook beneath me, and my feet trembled. 
Suddenly my whole body was shaking...

   Someone was shaking me.

   "John, wake up!" My eyes opened with a start.  "Huh?" Taking a quick
look at the clock on my bedside table, I saw that it was barely half past
two in the morning.

   "Emily?  What's wrong?" I was immediately concerned and was at full
alert in seconds.  "Are you okay?  What happened?" I looked at her for any
signs of injury, but she looked fine.

   "I'm so sorry, but you were right.  You couch really isn't very
comfortable."

   "Oh.  Well, I suppose I'm supposed to say 'I told you so' but I won't.
Do you want to switch?"

   "God no!  If it's uncomfortable for me it would be hell for you.  Plus
you'd hang off the edges, you're so tall." Truth be told I'm not actually
all that tall, but Emily is short, maybe a couple inches over five feet
tall, and the couch is not much bigger.  She was right, it would be
uncomfortable.

   "So, what do you want to do?" I asked slowly, hoping she was thinking
the same thing I was.

   "Could I stay in here with you?" She looked at me hopefully.  "I brought
my blankets and pillow, so I won't steal any of yours." She was almost
pleading now, so desperate to be gone from the couch was she.

   "Oh, sure.  That's no problem." I scooted over toward the wall.  "You
take this side, just in case you need to get up in the middle of the night
and aren't sure where you are."

   Grateful for the soft bed, Emily climbed in with her blanked, covered up
and was quickly asleep.

   Aware that I was now in bed, barely clothed, with the woman I'd been
dreaming of since I was fourteen, had me almost immediately and painfully
hard.  Groaning quietly in the realization that I couldn't simply
masturbate with Emily two feet away, and kicking myself for having
conveniently trapped myself against the wall, I resigned myself to a night
with little or no relief.

   After a bit of tossing and turning, thinking of fat men in thongs, and
doing my multiplication tables, I was finally able to lose the erection and
begin thinking of sleep.  Turning to my side, I found myself facing the
same direction as Emily, with a perfect view of her ass.  She had thrown
off the blankets while sleeping and even with her heavy pajamas, was
shivering.

   Ever the noble gentleman, I scooted my body close behind her and pulled
my blanked over the two of us.  In her sleep, Emily subconsciously pushed
herself back against me, and I found myself again hard, pressed between the
soft but firm cheeks of her ass.  Laying one hand over her body and against
her stomach, I was eventually able to sleep.

   *****

   I awoke a couple hours later with my hand still draped over Emily's
sleeping form, but found my hand had migrated up to her breast, and was
gently cupping it in my palm.  Instinctively I squeezed down on it, and
found that while her nipple was quite erect, the rest of her was soft and
warm.  I also realized, to my chagrin, that I had somehow acquired another
erection during the night, which was currently wedged firmly between her
thighs.

   Even through our layers of clothing, I could feel the heat of her pussy
on my cock.  Taking a chance, I released her tit and slowly slid my hand
down her body, over her tight athletic stomach, and let it rest lightly
against her crotch, between her legs.  Praying she was still asleep, I
slowly pushed down on her pubis, feeling her body react subconsciously to
my attentions, and felt, more than heard, her breathing accelerate.

   Knowing I was treating on dangerous ground, I stopped my movement,
although I left my hand resting against her lower abdomen, and again fell
asleep.

   *****

   I woke the next morning to the sensation of being gently touched. 
Careful to keep my breathing deep and steady, I lay still, wondering what
was happening.

   The first body part I was able to identify was the swell of a breast
pushed flat against my left side.  Once I had identified that, the rest of
Emily's anatomy fell into place in my mind.  I could feel the curve of a
thigh pushed up and over my leg, effectively holding me in place, unless I
wanted to alert her that I was now awake.

   Simply being aware of her body laying next to me had an immediate effect
on me, or more specifically, on my cock.  Slowly and steadily, my penis
began filling and expanding, and as I felt the pressure build, I knew the
lump in my pajama bottoms must be fairly obvious to Emily, if she was
looking.

   Deciding to remain 'asleep' as long as possible, my goal now was to get
as much pleasure out of this as possible, while not clueing Emily in to the
fact that I was now conscious.

   As I lay there enjoying the feeling of her warm body pressed against me,
I became aware of a hand on my chest, as it began rubbing over my nipples,
which immediately stiffened.  Quickly tiring, the hand began heading down
my body, and as she neared my waist, I heard Emily give a short breath, and
knew she must have seen my cock.

   Feeling her heart beating against my chest as she leaned over to get a
closer look at my erect member, my cock suddenly gave a quick involuntary
jump and I felt Emily start, and softly giggle.  There was no movement or
additional contact until I felt a soft finger running the length of my
cock, and it was all I could do to stifle my groan and remain motionless.

   Gaining confidence, and obviously convinced I was still sleeping, Emily
added more fingers, until finally her entire hand was caressing my stiff
prick.  I felt a drop of pre-cum leak from my slit, and wondered what she
would think when a wet spot began spreading on the front of my shorts.

   Barely holding back another groan, this one of disappointment, I felt
her shift her hips back and away from my body, and suddenly her hand was
gone from my cock.  Figuring the game was over, I was mentally preparing to
'wake up' when she returned.

   I felt the bed move as Emily stood, and could hear the soft swish of
cloth, and suddenly she returned to bed.  Something didn't feel quite the
same and it took a moment before I realized she had pulled her pajama
bottoms and panties down to her knees, and her other hand, now gently
resting against my leg, was busy playing with her cunt.

   I could just barely feel her hand moving back and forth again my leg,
but was suddenly aware of her smell.  Sharp and tangy, like most women, her
pussy had a familiar smell, but something more, and I wondered if she used
scented bath oils.  Regardless, her scent filled my nostrils and my cock
stiffened even more.

   Emily's free hand was now resting directly on my cock.  Even more bold,
she had reached her hand in through the fly of my pajamas and pulled my
cock out into the open air.  Scared any move I made would alert her, I
delighted in the skin to skin contact, but remained still.

   The leg against mine was now sliding up and down the outside of my
thigh, and I could feel wetness from her excited pussy as it dripped onto
the bed.  Her breathing was becoming irregular and the grip on my cock grew
tighter.  I'm not sure Emily was very much aware of what she was doing at
the moment, but I knew that had I truly been asleep, I certainly would have
woken up by now.  I just hoped she didn't know, because I was positive she
would be mortified if I 'caught' her like this.

   The illicit aspects of the situation, combined with the physical
factors, quickly had me primed and ready to climax.  I could tell Emily was
getting close, so tried to hold off on my own orgasm until she was
finished, because I knew that once I shot off in her hand, the party would
be over.  I just hoped I could hold back long enough for her to get herself
off.

   He hand was bumping me regularly, and I could hear the wet sounds as she
thrust her stiff fingers into her pussy.  I could hear Emily whimper in
pleasure, no doubt trying to stay quiet so as not to wake me, when suddenly
her breath caught.

   Knowing she would be too far gone to notice anything I did, I slowly
opened my eyes, wanting to watch her as she reached her climax.  She
stiffened noticeably, pressing her body hard against me and the hand on my
cock gripped me tight, almost too tight.  I heard her choke back a scream
and felt her slowly relax as a flood of her juices washed over her hand and
down my leg.  Her head was thrown back against the pillow, and I could see
the flush in her cheeks and a sheen of perspiration on her forehead.  The
sights and sounds all drove me over the edge and my seed shot out of me,
covering her hand and my stomach.

   She froze in surprise at my orgasm, and quickly jerked her hand away
from my cock.  Before closing my eyes, I saw her head spin to look at me. I
wasn't positive, but I knew chances were good I'd been caught and figured
I'd best 'fess up to being awake.

   Opening my eyes I found myself staring directly into hers from less than
six inches.  She had undoubtedly been looking at my face, trying to figure
out if I was awake or not, when I 'officially' woke up, and I think the
sudden motion scared her a bit.

   "Hey," I said, clearing my throat.

   Frozen in place, Emily sat there, staring at me for a few seconds,
before letting out a strangled cry.  Jumping off the bed and with one
frantic glance back at me, she fled the room.  She was completely naked
now, her pajama bottoms having fallen complete off her in haste.  Watching
her womanly ass cheeks slide sensuously against one another as she hurried
away, I felt my cock start to stiffen once again, but realizing the
situation was a delicate one, I ignored it and the erection was quickly
gone.  I heard the bathroom door slam shut and the door lock behind her,
and once again the room was eerily quiet.

   As I waited for Emily to return from the bathroom, I couldn't help but
think what a mistake I'd made.  It was obvious Emily was curious about me,
and I should have alerted her earlier that I was awake.

   After a few minutes, Emily had not returned and I started to worry. 
Getting myself together, I walked to the bathroom door and called out to
her, asking if she was okay.

   "Go away." Her voice was ragged and I could hear her broken sobs through
the heavy door.

   "I want to talk to you," I pleaded.  "Please come out."

   "No.  You hate me now.  I'm sorry.  Just go away.  I'll leave, okay? 
Just let me pack first."

   What kind of person did she think I was?  "Even if I was mad, which I'm
definitely not, I would never kick you out like that!  And I'm not going to
kick you out, period.  I'm anything but mad at you, Emily...  I'm in love
with you." There, I'd said it.  Not the circumstances I was hoping for, but
we don't always deal our own hand.

   She sniffed once, and I heard her blow her nose and the toilet flushed.
There was a moment of silence, and I feared she was never going to come
out, but finally I heard the latch click and the door slowly opened.

   Emily looked out at me, a frightened look on her face.  Her eyes were
rimmed with red and it was obvious she had been crying.  Reaching out my
arms I slowly embraced her as tightly as I could without crushing her.  I
could feel the tension in her shoulders at the first contact, and her body
was shaking, but she slowly relaxed and looked up at me, her eyes full of
questions.

   "You love me?" Her chin started to quiver and I reached down and gently
wiped the tears out of her eyes.  Leaning down, I gave her a quick kiss on
the end of her nose, making her giggle softly.

   "We need to talk."

   *****

   After dressing, the two of us sat at my kitchen table, a mug of hot
chocolate in front of me, a glass of water for Emily.

   Taking a deep breath, I looked at Emily.

   "Why?" was my only question.

   For a moment, Emily looked scared again, but I reached out and took her
hand.  It was shaking a bit in my grip, and I could feel the tension. 
Pulling her hand toward me, I kissed her palm, and she giggled.  I kissed
her again, and could feel her relax.

   "It's okay, really.  I didn't mind, you know, in fact I enjoyed it, but
why?" I asked again.

   She sighed.  Pulling her hand away from mine, she picked up her glass
and took a deep drink.  Looking at me over the rim of her glass, she smiled
a wry smile at me.

   "Because I like you too.  You're the only person who's ever cared about
me, and I was curious.  I'm not very experienced."

   "What do you mean, I'm 'the only person who's ever cared about me'? 
What about your family?"

   "I don't want to talk about them.  Surely you understand."

   That was the second time Emily had brought up her family.  She kept
intimating I should be aware of something, but I had no idea what that
something might be.

   "I'm sorry," I told her, shaking my head in bewilderment.  "I don't have
a clue.  Call me an idiot, but what are you talking about?"

   She gave me a curious look, clearly not believing me.

   "You read my file, it was all in there.  Dr.  Bergerud said he'd given
you all my info.  So you know about...  about my dad."

   Her file!  As she again started to cry at whatever bad memories her
father conjured in her mind, I finally understood.  In my haste to prepare
for her tutoring, and my own studies, I'd failed to read her history.  I
knew it must be bad, because of all the loopholes the school had let her
through, but didn't know any particulars.

   Reaching across the table, I again took her hand, shaking now not from
nervousness but pain and agony.  Softly stroking my fingers up and back
over the taught tendons, I tried to comfort her.

   "Emily," I almost whispered, "I never read your file.  I'm sorry for
whatever happened to you.  I don't know anything about you after junior
high.  If you think I should read it I will, but if you'd like to tell me,
I would like that.  If it's not too hard for you, I'd like to hear it from
you rather than someone else's version.

   She looked at me from across the table for a long moment.  Closing her
eyes, she took in a deep breath.  Holding it for a moment, she exhaled
suddenly, and her eyes opened.

   "Okay," she finally said, visibly more relaxed than she had been.  "Can
we go into the living room?  I want to be more comfortable."

   I nodded, and the two of us walked out of the kitchen together.  Taking
our spots on the couch, the two of us settled close to each other.  Emily
grabbed an old quilt I'd gotten from my grandmother years before, and
unfolded it over the two of us.  Leaning against my right side, she tilted
her head and looked up at me.  I could feel her soft hair tickling the side
of my face and neck.

   "Ready?"

   I nodded.

   "All right.  Here goes..."

   *****

   The history that Emily recounted to me that morning was so
heart-wrenching and mind-numbing that I couldn't put into words what she
said.  Suffice it to say I was horrified as she told me the story of her
life.

   Her father, as I'd seen the short time I was around him, was to put it
mildly, an asshole.  Barely sufferable when sober, he became abusive and
violent when drunk.  According to Emily it wasn't uncommon for her father
to leave work early in the afternoon, hit two or three bars on his way
home, and arrive an hour after the rest of the family had eaten dinner.

   Demanding food the instant he was in the door, her father would plant
himself in front of the television, and would stay there, drinking and
swearing at his family, late into the evening.  Emily talked of being
absolutely frightened of her father when he was inebriated, a mindset that
also existed with her mother.

   "She would often wait until he got home, hand him his plate of food and
a beer," Emily went on, "and then hide in her room.  Sometimes she would
leave the house and not come back for hours."

   Emily looked up at me, tears forming in her eyes.

   "Those nights were the worst." Her voice choking with emotion, Emily
buried her head in my arm and cried for a moment.  I was left wondering
what happened on those nights, a knot forming in the pit of my stomach as I
imagined various atrocities.

   Her tears having run out for the moment, Emily wiped her eyes, rubbing
her fists roughly against her face.  Smoothing her hair, wild and tangled
from the night's sleep, she continued.

   "I was so scared.  I knew he hit my mom a lot.  I saw the bruises on her
back and arms, but he was always smart enough to never hit her in the face.
I love my mom a lot, but she was so blind to how horrible my dad was, and
she wouldn't do anything about it.  When I was 14 or so I talked to a
counselor at my high school, who was shocked and called the police.  They
talked with my mom, but she wouldn't say anything about my dad, and without
her the police couldn't, or wouldn't do anything." She abruptly stopped and
I could feel her shiver.

   Seeing that Emily was again crying, I pulled her tight to me and kissed
her lightly on the forehead.

   "Shh...  it's going to be fine.  That had to have been horrible for you.
I can't even imagine how you made it.  But you're here now.  I'm here for
you."

   She threw her arms around my neck and pulled us closer together.  I
could feel the front of my shirt grow damp from her fresh tears, and heard
as she sniffled once or twice.

   "I think you've told me enough for now," I started, handing her a
tissue. "I'm sorry I had to bring up all these awful memories for you."
Emily looked at me with relief evident on her face.  But soon her eyes
darkened and she shook her head.

   "No, you have to know everything.  If that was as bad as my life would
ever get, I'd be a real nut case to be crying like this."

   "It gets worse?" I asked.  She nodded.

   Pausing before she continued, Emily quickly shifted on the couch and I
suddenly found myself with a warm, squirming Emily on my lap.

   She grinned at me as she settled down, her legs tucked under her,
resting across my lap.  "I hope you don't mind.  Am I too heavy?"

   I may not have worlds of experience, but no woman is ever too heavy!

   "You're just perfect," I told her, rubbing her back softly with my right
hand, as she leaned her left side against my chest.  She turned and smiled
at me, and then shifted again and continued, not looking at me.

   "I've never told anyone this before," she started in a timid voice. 
"It's in my file, but no one that hasn't read it would know about this. 
When I was a sophomore my dad finally crossed whatever line my mom had, and
she left.  She was there in the morning when I left for school, but that
afternoon when I got home, the house was empty and most of her clothes were
gone." She started crying softly, but kept on.  "All she had left was a
short note."

   "What did it say?"

   She looked at me sadly.  "All it said was 'I'm sorry.  Love, Mom.' I
couldn't believe it.  She turned out to be such a coward!  By this time
Kyle had graduated and had moved out, so it was just Dad and me, alone in
the house.  It was horrible." There was another long pause as she gathered
herself.

   "I don't know how I stayed sane.  For a little while things were
actually better than before.  Daddy seemed to think he might be in a little
trouble, that my mom might have gone to the police, and she should have,
but she didn't.  But for a few months he never drank, at least at home, and
we almost got along.  It was kind of nice.  But that summer he got in
trouble at work.  He lost three important accounts for his investment firm,
and they fired him.  That's when things started getting bad."

   "How bad?"

   "As bad as possible," she answered, turning to look me in the eye.  She
held my gaze for a moment, willing me to understand, not wanting to explain
things further.  She didn't see what she was looking for however, to her
disappointment.  Sighing, she turned away from me once more and continued.

   "Like I said, it was okay for a while, but then he lost his job and he
finally got divorce papers from my mom and he really started drinking
again, and..." she stopped suddenly, and I could feel her shaking again.

   "Go on," I gently prodded, wrapping her more tightly in the blanket we
were sharing.  She snuggled closer, pressing our two bodies together under
the quilt.  I could feel the heat of her body, and hoped she could feel my
warmth and that it would somehow comfort her.

   "He started drinking all the time, and started getting these bad
stretches where he'd just be outraged at any little thing.  He started
hitting me and..."

   Hearing her pause I went cold, hoping I was wrong, but sure I knew what
came next.

   "...  and he started coming into my room at night.  Usually he was drunk
and he would make all kinds of noises about how sorry he was and how he
missed my mom, and just wanted to hold me."

   I felt the rage building up inside me.  How could a father treat his
daughter this way?

   "He started calling me crude names.  He said I was 'his bitch' or his
'little whore' and I knew how my mom must have felt.  Then one night...  he
came into my room and said if I was the woman of the house I was expected
to act like it.  He made me...  he..."

   I felt the blood drain from my face and my muscles tense.  "Did he rape
you?" It was almost a whisper.

   She couldn't answer, so strong were the emotions.  "No.  Not really.  At
first he made me take my clothes off and he would masturbate himself while
I sat there on the floor in front of him.  He was so cruel about it.  He
always tried to cum on my face or in my hair.  It was as if he was
punishing me for my mom leaving him."

   I tried to tilt her face to mine, but she shrugged away from me.

   "Don't.  I need to finish.  He did that for a while, and then, I don't
know, it must have gotten boring for him, because he started wanting me to
put my hands on him and then finally my mouth.  Oh god...  my daddy made me
suck him and..." The whole experience was finally too much and she turned
in my lap and threw herself at me, wrapping me tightly in her arms.  I put
my hands around her back, trying to whisper assurances that 'everything
will be okay' in her ears, but Emily kept shaking her head, crying into my
shoulder.

   "I'm so dirty.  I'm so dirty.  I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry," she kept
repeating again and again, despite my quiet protests to the contrary.

   Eventually the tears stopped flowing and her eyes dried up.  Exhausted,
Emily slipped into unconsciousness.  Gently rolling her off me, I laid her
out on the couch and covered her with the quilt.  I quietly slipped into my
room and put on some clothes.  Exiting the house I locked the door behind
me and went for a walk.  I needed some time to think.

   *****

   I walked around campus in the brisk November air, my mind at a loss. 
What could I do to help?  How could I possibly hope to make things better?
I was determined to do anything I could, even if it meant simply being
there for Emily.

   After an hour of wandering mindlessly, I began to feel the cold, and
turned around.  While I was heading back to my house a car pulled up behind
me and honked.  Looking back, I saw that it was Caleb and Mary.  They waved
and pulled over while I quickly jogged across the street.  Caleb rolled
down his window and we greeted each other.

   "Hey John, what's up?"

   I shrugged my shoulders, not wanting to get into what was really going
on.  "Not much.  What are you guys doing?"

   "Oh, nothing much.  Mary and I are having two Thanksgiving celebrations
this year, and we spent time with her family yesterday.  We spent the night
and drove back into town this morning."

   "Sounds like fun.  Was it?"

   Mary laughed.  "It was marvelous!  If I'd thought about it, you would
have been welcome to come with us.  My parents have a big house.  Plenty of
guest rooms." She smiled.  "Sorry I didn't think of you.  Next year," she
promised with an exaggerated nod of the head.

   I laughed along with her.  "I may take you up on it.  This year wouldn't
have worked though," I continued, explaining how Emily was staying with me
over break.

   "Wait a minute," Caleb broke in.  I had of course explained my lifelong
infatuation with Emily, and he was aware I had a new student to tutor, but
I had never told him exactly who she was.  "You mean that Emily is...  is
Emily?"

   I grinned.  "Yep, one in the same."

   "Wow," I heard from inside the car.  Mary had also been briefed on my
love life, or lack thereof.  "So, are you two...  you know?" She looked out
the window inquisitively.

   Not at all wanting to reveal exactly how 'you know' we were, I shrugged
it off casually.  "Nah.  Not that I wouldn't want to, in a heartbeat, but I
am the tutor and she is..."

   "That's a load of crap," interrupted Caleb.  "You're a nice guy, and I'm
sure you're following some arcane set of tutor/student guidelines, but
sheesh...  aren't there any extenuating circumstances?  This is the girl
you've been pining over for how long?"

   "Nearly ten years."

   "Then what are you waiting for!?"

   "Um..."

   "Exactly, so do it, man!  Take a chance and go for it She's staying with
you right?  It's not like she doesn't have any other friends, so that has
to mean something." Not wanting to reveal that I thought I might in fact be
Emily's only friend, I remained silent on that point.

   I finally allowed as to how I was hoping something would happen, again
not mentioning that something was very much happening.  While we were
chatting a thought occurred to me, and I asked what the two of them were
doing that evening.

   Caleb glanced at Mary for confirmation, which he apparently received,
then turned back.  "Nothing much.  We head to my folks' place tomorrow, but
nothing's going on tonight.  Why?  What did you have in mind?"

   "Well, I haven't asked Emily about this, but I doubt she'll mind.  How
would you two like to come over for another early Thanksgiving dinner
tonight?  We have more than enough food, and I would love to have you over.
Ever since I took the time away from school, I don't see enough of you
guys."

   Again a silent conversation between the two, before Mary said they'd
love to, "as long as Emily is okay with it."

   "Sounds good.  I have your number, so why don't I give you a call
sometime after lunch?  You two don't need to bring anything," I continued,
despite Mary's protest.  We argued playfully for a bit, before I allowed
her to bring desert, "but not pumpkin pie, I already bought one."

   With that, I realized that I was still very cold, but turned down the
offer of a ride as we were only a few blocks from my place.  Mary and Caleb
and I said our goodbyes, and they drove away.

   *****

   As I was unlocking the front door to my house I took a quick glance at
my watch and saw it was nearly noon.  I'd been gone for a couple hours, and
hoped Emily wasn't freaked when she saw I was gone.  I had forgotten to
leave a note to tell her where I had gone.

   The first thing I noticed when I stepped inside was a wonderful smell.
The second was I could hear singing coming from the kitchen.  Knowing it
was Emily, I called out a 'hello' and went to investigate.

   "Hey," she said, glancing over her shoulder at me from in front of the
sink.  It looked like she'd used every clean pan and utensil I owned and
was now in the process of washing them.  "I'm really sorry about this
morning.  I thought you knew about me and was surprised to hear you didn't,
and talking about the assho...  my dad really got me worked up."

   "Yeah," I smiled.  "I noticed.  What's in the oven?" I asked, trying to
change the subject.

   "I made us brunch.  I mixed up some eggs and ham and sausage and cheese
and made a casserole."

   "Well, it smells great." Curious now, I opened the oven door and peeked
inside.

   "Is it done yet?" she asked, seeing what I was doing.

   "I have no idea," I confessed.  "The eggs look done, but what about the
meat?  Is it cooked?" Emily laughed a little.

   "Silly," she chided.  "Ham is always cooked, and I browned the sausage
first.  Here, move," she said, bumping me out of the way with her hip. 
"Let me take a look."

   She looked critically a her concoction and, coming to a decision,
demanded an oven mitt.  I grabbed the folded up hand towel I always used
instead of an official oven mitt and handed it to her.  Looking at it and
back at me, she gave me a glance, her eyebrow raised in question.

   "Sorry.  I don't use the oven all that much.  The towel's always worked
fine for pizza," I said, by way of explanation.

   "Hmmph," she muttered.  "Someone needs to domesticate you a little."
Deciding the indignity of using a towel was more than countered by the
possibility of food, she pulled the casserole from the oven, and
practically dropped it on the counter.  Giving a little yelp of pain as the
heat from the dish quickly made its way through a thin spot in the towel,
she shot me a semi-dirty look.

   "Jerk," she accused.  "This is you fault." She moved to the sink and put
her hand under the cold water.

   "Kiss it and make it better?" I offered, smiling.  She smiled back.

   "Among other things," she countered mysteriously.

   *****

   "Delicious," I said, as I finally pushed my plate away from me.  Between
the two of us we had managed to eat more than half the casserole.

   "Perfect for dinner," Emily declared as she began putting the leftovers
away.  As I cleared our dishes from the table I remembered I hadn't
mentioned meeting Caleb and Mary.

   "How about breakfast tomorrow?" I asked, and went on to explain my
chance encounter with them earlier that morning.  Emily thought about it
for a moment.

   "I suppose that would work.  You have enough food to feed an army, but
what about the turkey?  It's already almost one o'clock, and the turkey's
still frozen.  It won't thaw in time to cook." I shook my head.

   "Not a problem." I explained how a few years ago my mother had
discovered that a turkey could be put in the oven frozen and still come out
fine.  "It takes a little longer than if it was thawed, but you don't need
to worry about thawing it overnight.  Just remember to turn the oven hotter
than you normally would." We had learned that lesson the hard way the first
year.

   As we finished the food preparations, I thought I saw Emily looking at
me surreptitiously, a tiny smile playing at the corners of her mouth.  She
didn't want to be noticed though, as every time I glanced her way she would
quickly find something to do.

   At last everything was done.  The turkey was in the oven.  The potatoes
were boiling on the stove in preparation for being mashed.  Green beans and
sweet potatoes would be easy, and Mary was bringing dessert, so everything
was set.

   The two of us moved into the living room and sat on the couch.  I
reached for the remote, wanting to see what was on the television, but
Emily stopped me.

   "John," she started, "I want to thank you again.  Everything you've done
for me has been so wonderful.  I haven't been able to unburden myself with
anyone.  Ever.  I didn't get to finish this morning, but after my dad
started coming on to me I realized I had to leave.  One day during my
junior year of high school he went on another drunken rage.  He beat me
really bad." I could feel her again shaking next to me, and pulled her back
on my lap.  She looked at me questioningly.

   "Having you sit this way seemed to work out all right this morning," I
said by way of explanation.  She grinned.

   "You just like having me in your lap," she teased, grinding against me
slowly.  I could feel the stirrings of an erection, but prayed Emily didn't
notice.  If she did nothing was said.

   "Anyway, he put me in the hospital.  Thankfully a doctor called the
police and my dad went to jail for a little while."

   "He's not there anymore?  Why not?"

   "Because I love him.  As bad as he's been he's still my father.  I know
he drove my mom away and even Kyle didn't come home very often, but..." she
looked at me helplessly.

   "Shh...  it's fine.  He's family and he always will be." I tried to
sound reassuring, but wasn't sure how convincing I could be.

   "He is kind of an asshole though," I said, enjoying the shocked
expression on her face.  "C'mon, you can say it.  Say 'he is kind of an
asshole' for me.  Just one time."

   "John!  He's my dad and..."

   "Say it.  You wanted to earlier."

   "No."

   "He's not an asshole?"

   "Well he is, but..."

   "You can't say it?" She nodded.

   "But he is a big prick," she finally stammered.

   "What?"

   "He is!  He's a big fucking prick." She looked pleased with herself, and
grinned triumphantly.

   "But he's not an asshole?" I was teasing now.

   "Nope, just a big prick."

   Predictably, all this talk about pricks and assholes and fucking,
coupled with the beautiful woman now giggling in my lap, had the expected
result.  I felt myself stiffen in my shorts.

   Emily felt it too and giving me a sexy look, began grinding slowly but
firmly against me, pushing her pajama-covered pussy directly against my
cock.

   She leaned forward, pushing her breasts against my chest, and whispered
in my ear.  I could feel her hair brushing against my cheek and her breath
was hot against the side of my face.

   "Do you want to do it to me?" Her voice was heavy with her desire.

   "God yes," I answered, "but are you sure?"

   "Very sure," was Emily's response as she began brushing her fingers
through my hair.  "But why me?"

   "I've been in love with you for almost ten years," was the first thing
that came out of my mouth.  Suddenly Emily stopped moving and stared at me,
eyes wide.

   "Ten years?"

   "Almost.  I fell in love with you at my junior high graduation.  I doubt
you remember." She looked sheepish.

   "I remember everything," she giggled.  It was my turn to grimace.

   "Everything?" I questioned.

   "Everything," she responded.  "I remember you getting hard and rubbing
your dick against my ass and...  I can't believe I did it...  I remember
touching you.  I was only eleven!  You were so bad.  So very bad." It was
hard to take Emily seriously as she said this, as she had once against
began to roll her hips against mine, all the while her hands were stroking
up and down my chest, toying with my nipples through my shirt.

   "When you guys moved away that summer, I tried to forget you," I finally
admitted.  She looked at me, surprise evident in her face.  "I figured you
were gone forever, and that I'd never see you again, so I tried to forget
about you.  But, I couldn't.  No matter how hard I tried, you were always
there."

   "Me too," she whispered, leaning close and brushing her lips against
mine.  I could taste the salty tanginess of her desire.  Her movements in
my lap became more pronounced, as she truly started humping her pelvis
against mine.  I could hear her groan with desire as she continued. 
"Through all the bad stuff in my life, I always had this memory of one good
moment, and I hung on to that, even as my mom and dad fought."

   "Enough," I finally blurted out, grabbing her by the shoulders, trying
to slow her down.  "If you keep this up, I'm not going to last very long."
Emily was not to be deterred.

   "You mean you'll cum in your pants?" she questioned, a gleam in her eye.
I nodded, suddenly suspicious.

   "Then do it." She sped up her movements, and pulled my hands off her
shoulders, placing them on her hips.  "Touch me.  Feel how hot I am for
you. I want to do this for you.  Cum for me." She ground down hard on me,
moaning with the contact.

   Giving in to my own desires, I squeezed one hand on her smooth ass
cheek, feeling the muscles flex as she tried to fuck me through our
clothes. With my other hand I grasped a breast, enjoying the heft and
softness, feeling the nipple poke at me.

   "Are you wearing a bra?" I asked.  She shook her head that she was not.
"Then take off your top.  I want to see your tits." Again she shook her
head.

   "Nope, this is all about making you shoot in your pants," she reminded
me.  "You've been lusting and dreaming after me for years, remember?  You
shouldn't need any extra stimulation." She laughed at my expression of
disbelief, one that quickly changed as Emily reached between her legs and
after ten years, cupped my penis and balls for a second time.  She smiled
at me.

   "You're bigger than you used to be," she said.  I leaned forward,
kissing the hard tips of her breasts through her pajama top, all the while
stroking her legs and ass.

   "So are you." And she was.  Realizing that Emily dressed to obscure her
features, I had discovered that she was, in fact, all woman.  A horny
woman. As she continued stroking my staff through my pants, I felt the
familiar tingle begin in my balls.  Clinching my ass cheeks together, I
pressed myself more firmly into her hand, trapping it between our two
bodies.

   "I'm close," I told her, moaning with the sensations coursing through my
body.  Sneaking a hand down the front of her pajamas, I felt her moist heat
as I neared her pussy.  Running my hand through the soft forrest of her
pubic hair, I dipped lower, running a finger up and down her slit, feeling
her vaginal lips flushed and swollen with her desire.

   She groaned at the sudden contact and sped her movements against my
cock. I could feel the back of her hand against my own as we masturbated
each other.  Thrusting my hips up against hers, I again warned of my
quickly approaching orgasm.

   "Here I come," I said.  As my semen rushed towards the head of my cock,
now twitching in orgasm, I felt the lips of Emily's pussy begin to spasm
around my fingers.

   Using the wetness now pooling near her slick opening, I spread her
fluids over her crotch, and moistened the hood at the top of her pussy,
feeling her clitoris poking out.  Gently running my finger around the erect
nub, I flicked once and felt her stomach muscles quiver.  Flicking at it
once, then again I felt a rush of fluids spray out over my hand, soaking
her shorts and flooding my lap.

   "Oh god oh god oh god," was as coherent as either of us could manage at
the intense sensations we were both feeling.

   As I felt my cock eject the last of my sperm, I collapsed back into the
couch, Emily quickly following as her own orgasm slowly died down.  For
several minutes we lay there, pressed against one another, as our bodies
slowly cooled and our heart rates slowed.  Pushing a strand of damp hair
away from her eyes, I kissed Emily on the forehead, again tasting the
saltiness of her sweat.

   "That was marvelous," I told her, lifting her head up to kiss her closed
eyelids.  "A bit messy though," I continued, feeling my ejaculate slowly
cooling in my underwear.

   Slowly Emily opened her eyes, still glazed with passion, and looked up
at me, She laughed.

   "Need a shower?" I thought about her question for a moment and had to
admit the idea had definite appeal.

   "With you?"

   "Duh!" She groaned as she slowly pulled herself off me and we both stood
up.  "I have to admit you make a great pillow.  You sure I'm not too
heavy?"

   "Never.  You're welcome to take all your naps just like that."

   "Good.  Now, to the shower," she called out as she spun around and
headed toward the bathroom.  "Last one in has to wash the other one from
top to bottom!"

   Hearing that I quickly sat back down on the couch.  Realizing I wasn't
hurrying to beat her to the bathroom, much less even heading that
direction, Emily turned back to me, a puzzled look on her face.

   "You coming?"

   "In a minute," I leered at her.  "I just wanted to make sure I lost the
race."

   "Pervert," she called out.  "Hurry up!"

   Never keep a woman waiting.  I hurried.

   *****

   Showering with another person, much less a stunningly attractive female
wasn't something I had any experience with, as Stacey had never mentioned
it, but I highly recommend it.

   Reaching the bathroom door, I paused to watch Emily quickly shed her
pajamas, blushing a bit as she saw me watching her.  She turned a bit,
trying to hide herself from my view.  Realizing I had just brought her to
orgasm and she had done the same for me, I let out a short laugh.  She
turned and gave me a questioning glance.

   As I explained the humor I saw in the situation, Emily laughed and
blushed, but suddenly turned serious.

   "I'm sorry about this morning.  I woke up and you were hard and poking
me in the butt, and I got curious." She paused and then got a sad look on
her face.  "Because of all the abuse from my dad, I've never really been
able to look at...  at a dick...  not one I wanted to look at, anyway."
Emily started to sniffle again.  Lifting her chin up with my hand, I looked
her square in the eye.

   "Emily, look at me.  Your dad is a horrible person, whether you admit it
or not.  He basically raped you for a year!  You finally got smart enough
and strong-willed enough to deal with a bad situation, and I'm proud of
you. Don't think for a second that this is anything you should feel guilty,
or bad about.  It's not.  The more you think it's something you could have
controlled, the more the asshole wins.  He stole something from you, you
know.  Sex is supposed to be fun.  I think he maybe took that away when he
started molesting you."

   Emily leaned toward me and raised up on her toes.  Kissing me firmly on
the lips, she smiled.

   "I know.  Thank you."

   "So, make me a promise.  I know you won't be able to, but try to put
your dad as far out of your mind as you can, okay?" She looked at me with a
doubtful look on her face.

   "I probably can't do that, you know."

   "But you'll try?"

   "I'll try."

   "Good, that's all I ask." She looked sad for a moment before noticeably
brightening.

   "Hey!  I beat you in here.  You have to wash me." With that, she reached
in and turned on the shower, quickly shedding her socks and panties, giving
me the first real look at her body.  I took my time looking over her
charms. Her face I had already seen, of course, but it was still
spectacular.

   She had the deepest brown eyes I had ever experienced, and I knew it
would be an easy thing to lose myself in them.  Her neck was still long and
thin.  I've often found a woman's neck to be a turn on, and hers was no
exception.  A few wisps of hair had come free of the pony tail she seemed
to always wear, only serving to accentuate her beauty.  She had a natural
beauty.  There was nothing enhanced or fake about her, her body and
personality were very natural.

   As she turned to test the water with her hand I took a good look at the
firm globes of her ass.  Very full and feminine, there was no extra fat to
be found anywhere.  Each cheek slid against the other in a sinuous motion
as she walked into the shower, and as she bent down to pick up a washcloth,
I could see the still-swollen lips of her pussy peeking at me between her
thighs.

   Resisting the urge to once again run my hand through her moist pussy, I
instead removed my own clothes and stepped into the shower behind her.

   Grabbing the soap, I quickly worked up a heavy lather as Emily rinsed
herself under the warm spray.  Everything around me seemed to melt away as
I watched her hands glide over her smooth skin.  Noticing my distracted
expression, Emily shook her head rapidly, whipping her hair around in an
arc and spraying me with water.

   "I'm ready," she said in a sing song voice, turning away from me. 
Reaching behind her she pulled her hair around to her front and out of my
way, presenting me with the smooth surface of her back.

   Turning my attentions to the job at hand, I started by running my hands,
full of lather, over her shoulders and down her arms.  I don't believe she
lifted weights or did any specific strength training, but the muscles under
her smooth skin were firm and toned.

   Reaching down, I in turn took each of her hands in mine, interlacing our
fingers and washing between each finger carefully.  The slippery sensations
caused by the soap was very erotic, and I felt my penis begin to stir.

   After both of Emily's arms and hands were properly cleaned I turned next
to the smooth expanse of her back.  Starting at her neck I gently washed
and massaged down her torso until I reached the swell of her buttocks.  As
I rinsed her back I was entranced by the warm soapy suds draining between
the two mounds of her ass, watching the water slip between them, towards
her pussy, and down her legs.

   Dropping to my knees, my hands circled first one, then the other leg,
working the muscles and delighting in her soft sounds, as the groans as I
roughly kneaded her taut legs turned to sighs of contentment as she slowly
relaxed.

   Her legs, front and back, now done, I stood up and again reached for the
soap.

   "Ready to do my front now?" she asked turning to face me, clearly
excited at the prospect of my hands on other, intimate places on her body.

   "Almost," I replied.  "But you need to stay facing the other direction."
She clearly disapproved of this idea, but I had something I wanted to try.

   Working the soap over my own body, including my now-erect cock, I was
soon covered from chest to thigh in a heavy lather.  Working the soap into
my hands, I built up another handful of suds and stepped close behind her.

   "Ready for me to do your front?" I asked.  She nodded.

   Pressing myself tight against her back and ass, I reached around with my
arms and began sliding my slippery hands up and down over her front,
washing her from the bottom of her breasts to the top of her pubic area. 
Our proximity forced my cock against her ass cheeks, and it rested there,
pressed between the two of us.  The slippery sensation was almost too much
for me, and I heard Emily also groan at the sensation.

   Teasing her belly button, I made sure it was extra clean.  Laughing, she
turned her head towards me.

   "You're missing a few important areas," she chided, her voice betraying
her arousal.  I raised an eyebrow.

   "Oh really?" She nodded.  I took both my hands and placed them directly
on the bottom slope of her breasts, cupping and gently squeezing the firm
globes, quickly slippery from the soap.  Sliding upwards, I began
alternating between teasing her puffy aureoles and squeezing her nipples,
feeling them instantly harden and contract at my touch.

   Emily pushed herself back against my cock, wedging it more firmly
between the slippery cheeks of her ass.  I could feel her heat, even as
warm soapy water washed over us, and began thrusting my shaft up and down,
rubbing the underside against her smooth flesh, stimulating both of us.

   Abandoning any pretense of washing now, I rinsed the soap from my hands
and slowly moved down, past her trim waist.  Caressing her upper thighs and
hipbones, I began working my way towards her wet pussy.

   Emily was busy too, reaching behind her body, reaching for and finally
capturing my thrusting cock.  As she grabbed me with both hands I stopped
my movements, enjoying the slippery sensations her ten fingers were
providing.  Squeezing me gently, she reached down and cupped my balls in
her hand.

   "Keep going," she panted, my hands having an effect on her breathing. 
"I want you to...  I want you to fuck my hands." Excited, I renewed my
thrusting, this time in the tight vice of her fist.

   It was awkward to get each other off this way, back to front, her arms
sandwiched between our two bodies, but also exciting.

   My hands were a blur of motion at her pussy, as I tweaked her clit with
one hand, while gently dragging my other hand up and down her dripping
slit, probing in and out.  I could again feel the slippery walls of her
pussy clutching at my invading finger, trying to trap me inside her wet
sheath.

   Feeling myself coming close to another orgasm, I slowed my thrusting and
pulled myself from her grasp.  She turned around, a frenzied look on her
face, as I removed my hands from her pussy.

   "What?  Keep going, I'm so close," she pleaded.  In desperation she
thrust back against me, hoping for some stimulation against her vagina.  I
had another idea, and spread my legs wide, effectively lowering me to her
height.

   Pushing the head of my cock down and forward, I again slipped it between
the flesh of her ass, but this time lower, into the inverted vee between
her legs and under her pussy.  Thrusting forward, I felt my dick move past
her ass and under her pussy.  It was the wrong angle for fucking, but that
wasn't my intent.

   "Stand up straight and put your legs together," I told her.  Emily
turned and looked at me, questioning me with her eyes, but I nodded for her
to do it.  She did, and trapped my shaft between her legs, wedged tight
against the bottom of her cunt.

   I could feel the heat and wetness, and began slowly moving back and
forth, simulating coitus but without actual penetration.  My shaft provided
the stimulation Emily had been seeking, and she began thrusting back at me,
her soft ass pushing against my stomach.

   I reached around and began twisting on her nipples.  She yelped at the
first contact, but quickly moaned at the added stimulation.

   "Oh God.  Oh God Oh God.  Keep doing that.  I'm almost there," she
moaned, and reached to her pussy, frantic for her orgasm.  As she reached
her wet slit, I felt her fingers as the head of my cock bumped against her
hand.  With each thrust my dick was momentarily poking through the folds of
her pussy, giving Emily the appearance of an extra appendage.

   Close now, we sped our movements against each other, slamming together
at the hip, and teasing with hands and mouths wherever we could find a
patch of sensitive skin.  I reached my peak first, and cried out.

   "I'm coming," I gasped into her ear.  "I'm coming!"

   Emily reached down and grabbed the head of my penis, and spurt after
spurt of ropy semen shot into her slick hand.  I nearly fell, my energy
suddenly sapped, but managed to stay on my feet.

   She was close now too, and using her hand, full of my thick semen, she
began thrusting one, then two sticky fingers into her pussy, bringing
herself to the edge, and finally over.  As she came she opened her mouth in
a silent scream and I put my own mouth over hers, probing with my tongue
until it was met by hers.

   With a shudder, Emily pulled her fingers out of her still clutching
pussy and wrapped her arms around my neck.  Our passionate kiss lasted
until finally, the hot water began to run out.  Realizing we were still
dirty, we quickly rinsed away the newest signs of our passion and jumped
out of the shower.

   *****

   Drying each other was just as entertaining as showering together had
been.  We refrained from too much more extracurricular activity, although a
good deal of touching and fondling did occur.

   Getting dressed, I noticed that it was now well into late afternoon, a
fact confirmed by the smells emanating from the kitchen.  Realizing I still
had not called Caleb, I grabbed the phone and dialed his number.  I
confirmed he and Mary were more than welcome, and he said they'd be over in
an hour or so, in time for dinner.

   We hung up and I went back to my bedroom, where Emily was changing.  She
was standing with her back to me, looking critically at herself in the
mirror.  I didn't let her know I was there, choosing instead to stand and
admire the woman I had loved not minutes before in the shower.

   Smiling, I let out a small chuckle at the pleasant memory.  Emily turned
at my sound, and smiled radiantly at me.

   "Hey you," she said.  "What's up?  Did you call your friends?" I nodded
that I had.

   "They should be here in an hour or so," I told her.  She made a mock
pouty face at me as she sauntered to where I stood, hips swaying
seductively.  Extending her tongue, she licked around her lips to wet them.
Reaching out with her hand, she began stroking my flaccid cock through my
slacks, getting a small rise out of it.

   "So...  we don't have time to...  play?" She asked in her best little
girl voice.  As gently as I could, I pulled her hand away from my slowly
rising member and brought her hand to my lips.  Kissing her palm and
fingers as I shook my head 'no,' I sighed and took a deep breath.  Suddenly
I noticed a distinct odor.

   Sniffing her hand more carefully this time I looked at Emily curiously.
Blushing, she quickly pulled her hand away from mine.

   "Were you playing with yourself while I was on the phone?" I asked,
smiling.  If possible, she blushed an ever deeper pink.  She nodded shyly.

   "Tsk tsk tsk...  you're a bad girl!"

   "I couldn't help it," she whispered.  "You got me so hot in the
shower..."

   "Didn't you come?" She had certainly acted like it.

   "Oh God yes!  I don't think I've ever come so hard, but..." she paused,
embarrassed.

   "You were still horny?" I smiled.  She nodded.

   "Yes."

   "Give me your hand," I stated, holding out my own.  She looked
questioningly at me, but extended her arm slowly.

   Taking her hand, I brought it to my lips and gently kissed each
fingertip.  Running my tongue up and down each digit, I slowly licked up
her tangy juices.  Taking each finger in my mouth, I sucked gently, hearing
Emily's sharp intake of breath.

   "Harder," she breathed.  "Suck harder."

   Speeding my actions I began running my tongue between her fingers,
causing her to squirm.

   Reaching down with my free hand, I slid my fingers lightly over Emily's
flat stomach and under her panties, finding her pussy sopping wet as her
musky juices seeped through the thin material and dripped down the inside
of her thighs.

   "I'm going to have to clean the carpet in here," I joked, gesturing to
the few drops of her lubricant making tiny wet spots on the floor." Emily
looked horrified at first, but quickly realized I was teasing.  Beginning
to say something, her words caught in her throat as her passion rose. 
Gasping that she was close, her leg muscles began to spasm as I brought her
closer and closer to the edge with my finger.

   Her thighs clamped down hard on my hand, trapping it against her pussy,
which fluttered once and released more juices, soaking my hand and her
panties.  Realizing she was still climaxing, I again sped up my finger
actions and brought her to another orgasm.

   Her face damp and flushed, Emily collapsed backwards onto the bed,
leaning back on her left arm as her right arm dipped down and gently rubbed
her swollen pussy lips, her breathing slowly coming back to normal.  She
looked at me with something bordering on awe.

   "You're amazing," she finally said.  She looked at my pants, my erection
making an obvious tent in the loose material.  "You're also hard again. 
Can I help?" she asked coquettishly.

   "As much as I'd like that," I said, glancing at my watch, "we really
don't have time.  Caleb and Mary should be here any moment.  And one of us
might need a sponge bath." Emily glanced down at the wet trails streaking
down her thighs and grinned.

   "I suppose so," she admitted.  "But later...  you're all mine." There
was a lust in her eyes I'd not seen before, and I felt myself shiver at
what tonight might hold.  Reaching my hand out, I helped her to her feet,
pressing my lips against hers and almost...  but not quite...  losing
control again.

   "Deal," I promised, giving her my best scout salute.  "Tonight, you may
do with my body as you see fit." She giggled and gave me her best sultry
look.

   "I'll hold you to that."

   "Good, now go change." As she turned to go clean herself off, I heard a
knocking coming from the living room.

   I swatted her on her pretty backside, enjoying the jiggle of her hips
has she walked, again, to the bathroom, this time alone.  I went to the
front door and peeked through the tiny window.  It was Caleb and Mary, of
course.  Calling back to let Emily know, I heard a sharp 'eek' and heard
the bathroom door slam shut.  Laughing, I opened the door.

   *****

   Giving each a friendly hug, I invited Caleb and Mary to have a seat on
the couch, since Emily was running a little late.

   "Her shower went a little longer than usual," I said with a laugh. 
Caleb gave me a funny look, but said nothing.  While we waited for Emily
appear, the three of us caught up a little more than we'd had a chance
earlier that day.  Eventually, Emily appeared in the living room, and I
introduced my friends to each other.

   Emily had changed into a simple blouse and skirt.  The material of the
skirt appeared to be nearly translucent, but revealed nothing.  The blouse
was also modest, a pale blue color, but Emily filled it quite nicely, her
soft breasts pushing out enough, not obscenely, but their shape and
firmness were quite evident.  Aside from our heated sexual encounters, it
was the most revealing outfit I'd seen her wear.

   Sitting back on the couch, Mary and Emily began an animated conversation
about clothing and school and, I'm assuming, about Caleb and myself. 
Realizing I would not be needed, I took Caleb to my study.  I'd picked up
an old computer at an estate sale and had been having trouble with it.  I'd
purchased a digital piano to get some practicing done at home, and was
attempting to connect the two, but kept running into problems.

   After showing Caleb exactly what was and was not working, I sat on the
chair and watched him work.  He was quickly on his back under my desk,
fiddling with connections and settings on the piano itself, and I soon
heard a triumphant 'a ha!' come from the corner of the room.  Getting up to
look, he held up what I assumed to be an offending cable of some sort.

   "Here's one of your problems," he said by way of explanation.  "You had
the interface box hooked up backwards.  The computer and keyboard use the
same serial cable, and you had the 'in' connected to the 'out' when it
should have been the opposite.  Plus, the keyboard wasn't set up to send
the proper MIDI signals anyway."

   I simply nodded in acknowledgment that I'd heard.  Nothing he'd said had
meant anything, but if he was satisfied so was I.  Dusting off his slacks,
Caleb leaned back against the desk, and gave me a knowing smirk.

   "So...  what's the deal between you and Emily?" he asked.  I tried to
look innocent.

   "What do you mean?" He looked at me as if I were a little child.

   "C'mon.  Her shower took a bit longer than planned?  Did you even air
out the apartment, or have you two been 'busy' all afternoon?" He grinned
as I looked at him with a mildly stunned expression pasted on my face.  He
knew!

   "Shit.  Do you think Mary knows?" I face felt warm as I started to
blush. Caleb just laughed.

   "I'm sure she does.  She gave me a look when we first got in the
apartment." He laughed.  "That girl has quite the nose for pussy."

   "What?" Ignoring my question, Caleb continued.

   "Anyway, let's head back out there.  The computer's all done and I'm
getting hungry."

   We rejoined the ladies, still sitting beside each other on the couch,
and the four of us headed into the kitchen.  I noticed when we sat down
that Emily seemed a little red in the face and had a difficult time looking
at Caleb during the rest of the meal.  I assumed Mary had made a comment
similar to Caleb's but chose not to mention it.

   After we all ate too much food, we all made our way back to the living
room, Emily and I having made the decision, over Caleb and Mary's mild
protests, that the dirty dishes could wait until tomorrow.

   Emily and I collapsed onto the couch, while Caleb and Mary took the easy
chair, Mary sitting across Caleb's lap, her arm around his neck.  Scooting
next to me, Emily grabbed the comforter off the arm of the couch and
covered the both of us.

   For the next hour or so we chatted about school and work, but eventually
the discussion broke into two separate conversations.  Caleb and I
discussed the next day's football games and Emily and Mary relating their
experiences with a couple college professors they had in common.

   "He seems like he'd be such a strict grader!" Emily exclaimed.  "I can't
believe you did so well in his class." Caleb broke away from his 'lecture'
on why Green Bay always loses to Dallas to ask which teacher they were
discussing.

   "Professor Bergerud," Emily answered.  "Mary says she got an 'A' in his
intro to music class." Caleb chuckled.

   "Well, she didn't really earn the grade, if you know what I mean," he
said with a twinkle in his eye.  Emily's eyes widened a bit as Mary punched
her husband in the arm.

   "You don't say anything," she warned, laughing.  Trying not to rub the
spot where he'd just been hit, Caleb raised his sore arm, three fingers
raised.

   "Scouts honor, I won't say another word," he promised.

   Curious now, Emily turned to me, an exasperated look on her face.

   "Do you have any idea what they're talking about?" she asked.  Getting a
warning look from Mary, I put on my best innocent face.

   "I know nothing.  Nothing at all," I deadpanned.  While Mary and Caleb
got a good laugh, I leaned closer to Emily.  "I'll tell you after they're
gone."

   "That's why you're my favorite," she said, kissing me on the cheek.

   After that, we went back to talking.  I honestly don't remember the
topic of conversation, because shortly after that I felt Emily's hand
fumbling around my leg.  Getting oriented, she quickly moved to the inside
of my leg, close to my zipper.  Reaching up, she grabbed the tab and
slowly, to not make any noise or too sudden a movement, pulled it down.

   The slacks I was wearing were rather tight, and it didn't take long for
Emily to realize she couldn't reach her goal that way, so decided on
another way.  Disguising her movements by pretending to reach over me to
grab a magazine off the lamp stand, she deftly unbuckled me belt and popped
the button on my pants.

   "I'm kind of sleepy," she mumbled, leaning closer and appearing to close
her eyes.  "But you guys don't mind me, I'm still listening." In reality
she was wide awake, as evidenced by her active hand.  She stealthily slid
her hand under the waistband of my briefs, playing with the curls of my
pubic hair for a short time, before making her way toward my rapidly
expanding cock.

   Attempting to keep up my end of the conversation, I tried to ignore her
hand as it gently manipulated my shaft, slowly sliding the skin up and
down, occasionally running a finger over my tip and spreading the drops of
pre-cum now flowing from the head.  Emily would periodically make little
grunting noises, letting the rest of us know she was still aware of our
conversation, although I doubt that was the truth.  Because she was sitting
so close to me I could feel her hips sliding on the couch, as she was no
doubt stimulating herself by squeezing her legs together.  No doubt the
grunting noises she was making were as a direct result of her own arousal.

   Completely hard now, and a bit nervous about being caught by our guests,
I leaned over to Emily.

   "You better slow down there, before I shoot my load all over the front
of my pants," I whispered in her ear.  "How would I be able to explain
that?" She looked up and grinned, but I continued.  "Plus, I'm starting to
be able to smell your pussy." That finally got through to her, and she
quickly pulled away from me, sitting up and looking around.

   "I need to go to the bathroom," she finally said, sliding out from under
the blanket and standing.

   "Me too," said Mary, struggling to stand.  "Oh, I think my legs fell
asleep."

   "You think you had it bad?" Caleb asked.  "Try being sat on for a few
hours, and then see how you feel."

   "Are you saying I'm fat?" asked an annoyed Mary.  Caleb panicked for a
moment before deciding he was being teased.  Mary was anything but fat.

   "Of course not," he finally said.

   "Good.  Now, it's time for the girls to hit the bathroom, so you men
folk wait out here," she said.  "Besides, honey, we should leave in a bit.
It's getting kind of late." Realizing it was nearing midnight, Caleb agreed
and stood up, searching for his coat and shoes.  I stayed covered on the
couch, willing my erection to wilt before I had to stand.

   Caleb returned a couple minutes later wearing his coat and carrying
Mary's.  Just then Emily and Mary returned and I wondered, not for the
first time, just why it is that women seem to have a deep-seated need to go
to restrooms in groups of two or three.  My personal opinion was that it
was nothing more than basic herd mentality, but I would never say that. 
Realizing that some things in life would forever remain a mystery I sighed.

   Seeing that Caleb and Mary were ready to leave I stood to let them out
and was momentarily confused as my slacks fell to my kneed.  The mortified
look on Emily's face reminded me exactly why they were unfastened.  Bending
to hide myself and make a quick grab for the waistband of my pants, I
hastily dressed myself, much to my embarrassment.

   "What, exactly, were you two doing?" asked Mary, a huge grin splitting
her face.  I glanced at Emily and noticed she was standing there, mouth
open, her look of panic very plainly evident.

   "Um," I stuttered, trying to cover up my predicament.  "Uh...  you
see... I ate too much for dinner...  and these pants are really tight... 
and it was uncomfortable, so I unzipped them.  That's why I grabbed the
blanket." I looked at them, hoping they believed it and had forgotten it
was Emily who had grabbed the blanket.

   I don't know if they bought it, but neither Caleb nor Mary said anything
further.

   As we said our goodbyes in the doorway, Mary leaned back into the house
and gave Emily a quick kiss on the cheek.  "I had a wonderful time tonight.
It was so good meeting you, Emily, we'll have to get together sometime."

   "I'd like that," Emily replied, obviously pleased to have made a new
friend.

   Caleb and I shook hands, and as Mary and Emily walked to the car, Caleb
turned to me.

   "Was it worth it?" he asked.  I cocked my head in question, shrugging my
shoulders in confusion.

   "Was what worth it?"

   "The ten year wait.  John, I have to tell you, she's great for you.  I
haven't seen you this happy since you got that surprise blowjob from... 
what was her name?" I tried to motion Caleb to be quiet, but it was to no
avail.

   "Whose name?  What blowjob?" asked Emily, hurrying past me to stand in
the slightly warmer doorway.  My mother would have disapproved.  The front
door had been open for ten minutes.  'You don't need to heat the entire
neighborhood,' she was fond of saying.

   "What blowjob?" Emily repeated.  I hesitated before answering.

   "Uh...  this girl..." Frustrated by my non-answer, Emily huffed at me
and went inside.  I turned and yelled at Caleb's back as he was walking
away, "thanks a lot!" He simply waved over his shoulder and got in his car.
I waited until he drove off and went inside.

   *****

   Closing the door behind me, I sighed and turned off the living room
lights.  Noticing that the light in my room was now the only source of
light in the house I called down the hallway.

   "Emily?  You in my room?" There was no answer.  Checking behind me to
make sure I hadn't left her in a pitch black room, I shrugged and headed to
my room.

   Stepping through the door, I caught my breath at the sight before me. 
Surrounded by what appeared to be 20 or 30 candles spread throughout the
room, her skin bronze in the flickering light, lay a very naked, and from
the look of her nipples and labia, a very horny Emily.

   Her hair was framing her face on the pillow, while her hands slowly
played over her body, twisting and teasing her nipples, fully engorged and
erect.  Watching me to gauge my reaction, Emily dipped a finger into her
pussy, and I could hear the liquid sounds as she pushed in and out,
collecting her own natural lubrication.  As she pulled her finger, now
coated in her juices, from her sucking pussy, I imagined I could hear a
slight pop as the walls of her cunt tried to hold her inside.

   Bringing her hand to her breasts, Emily lazily trailed her fingers
around her light brown nipples, already standing firm and tall.  Now
glistening from her slick oils, the points of her breasts seemed to glow in
the light of the candles.

   Drawn to the beauty before me, I slowly travelled the short distance to
the bed, shedding my clothes along the way.  Removing my pants but leaving
my briefs on I stood, my arousal obvious, the head of my cock straining to
stick over the elastic band of my underwear.

   Shedding the last of my garments I stood there, the two of us finally
naked together.  Suddenly Emily sat up in bed, and my cock gave a twitch as
her breasts swayed with the movement.  I noticed a tiny mole on the inside
of her left breast.  She shivered as my fingers trailed over it, tweaking a
nipple and teasing the sensitive skin on the soft underside of one tit.

   Reaching out, Emily softly took hold of my cock, her hand lightly
sliding down the soft surface as the skin moved past the hard shaft.

   A look in her eye I was unable to read, Emily leaned forward, the tip of
her pink tongue extended through slightly parted lips, and she daintily
licked the underside of my prick.  I jerked at the contact, letting out a
moan.  Taking this as a sign of encouragement, Emily again swiped at my
cock, swirling her tongue around the spongy head, licking the sensitive
underside faster and faster.

   Still lightly stroking the shaft as her mouth fluttered all over my
twitching cock, Emily reached between my legs and cradled my balls, gently
rolling them in her hand, nearly causing me to lose control.

   Wanting more, I begged in a ragged voice.  "Open your mouth.  Oh God,
suck me, I'm so close to coming."

   Hesitating for a moment, Emily slowly opened her mouth and brought it to
the head of my cock.  Placing my hands on her shoulders for support, I
slowly slid the head of my cock past her open lips, groaning as I felt her
tongue on me.  Feeling myself close to the edge, I slipped inside her wet,
sucking mouth a bit further, gasping as I felt the first spurt of cum rope
out the end of my prick, hitting the back of her throat.

   Pushing forward a bit more, I suddenly felt Emily's body began shaking,
and without warning she pulled away from me, breaking all contact and
leaving my prick jutting in the air, shooting out my orgasm into the air,
her saliva rapidly cooling on my hot skin.

   As she shrunk away from me, Emily's shoulders began shaking more
severely, and I could see her start crying.  Oh God, had I hurt her?  What
had I done?  Quickly wiping myself off as best I could, I threw away my
soiled shirt into a corner of the room and returned to her side.

   "Are you okay Emily?" Worried, I sat down on the bed, trying to comfort
her, not knowing what to say, not knowing what was wrong.

   I sat there for a few moments, my arm around her shoulders, Emily's face
against my chest, before pulling her upright and looking her square in the
eye.

   "Emily, what's wrong?  What can I do?" She sobbed once and I could feel
her talking into my chest, although her words very muffled.  One word,
however, was easily recognizable.

   "Your dad?" She nodded, afraid to look at me.  "What did he do?  Emily,
you need to tell me this, it's very important, to me.  What about your
father?" I heard a deep breath followed by a long sigh, and Emily started
talking.

   "I told you about him making me touch him and...  and...  he used to
make me use my mouth on him, and just a second ago I saw the image of him
standing in front of me.  I freaked out." She suddenly started sobbing,
holding me tightly around the waist.

   "Shh...  you don't have to do anything you don't want to do.  If it
makes you uncomfortable doing that, then don't.  I'll survive.  I'm a big
boy." She grinned at that, her tears still glistening in her eyes.

   "Certainly bigger than he is, in lots of ways." I laughed, not really
wanting to know that but still somewhat pleased.  "No, he made me do it.  I
think to him I was just somewhere wet and warm he could stick his little
prick and get off in a hurry, but you...  I want to do it to you.  I want
to!  And because of...  because of that asshole I can't.  How messed up is
that?" Emily smiled a sad smile at me.  "I'm sorry, I know you expected
it." Suddenly I felt like the world's biggest jerk.

   "I'm so sorry.  Emily, this is all happening so fast for me.  We really
need to slow down a little bit.  I've been dreaming about you for most of a
decade, knowing you're completely out of the picture, and then one day,
there you are.  And if you'd been the worst person in the world it would
have been for me, because then I could have stopped wanting you, like I've
wanted you for so long." I paused for a second, brushing a few stray hairs
away from Emily's forehead, kissing her lightly on the top of her head.

   "But you were so wonderful, and smart and funny and beautiful, that I
would have fallen in love with you at first sight, even if I hadn't been
waiting for you my whole life." I knew I had said the right thing when I
saw the look on Emily's face.

   "Thank you," she whispered.

   "But I don't want you to feel like have to do anything you don't want
to, just because you think I'd like it.  Even if you think you want to do
it." I held up my hand to silence her protest.

   "I know you think you want to give me a blowjob, and I know I'd love it,
but look at me," and I pointed to my crotch.  I was flaccid, with no signs
of life whatsoever.

   "Right now, if you told me you were going to give a blowjob if it was
the last thing you did, it might be, because I know how uncomfortable it
makes, and that's the last thing I want."

   Emily wiped her eyes quickly and then threw herself at me, wrapping her
arms around my neck and pulling me close.  Repositioning herself, Emily
threw one leg up and over me, straddling my lap.

   Leaning in to my body, Emily pushed her soft breasts against my chest.
As they flattened against my chest, I felt the tips of her nipples dig into
my flesh, two hot points, diamond hard.  The touch was electric.  She must
have felt it too and moaned into my mouth as our lips met.

   The kiss was hot from the start, our tongues in a constant duel.  I
reveled in the sensation as her puffy lips slid against mine, my tongue
darting into the warm recesses of her mouth, sliding along the edge of her
teeth.  She nipped playfully at it, giggling when I returned the favor,
trapping her lower lip between my teeth, gently nibbling at it.

   Reaching behind her, I felt the smooth muscles of her back contracting
and relaxing as she shifted in my lap.  Sliding down her pale torso, I felt
the swell as hip turned to buttock.  Squeezing with both hands, I played
with her ass cheeks, dipping a finger tip down her crack, teasing the
rosebud of her ass.  Squealing, she looked at me in surprise.

   "No one's done that before!"

   "Did you like it?" I asked.  She blushed slightly and nodded.

   "But I don't think I want your dick up there," she finally decided. 
Returning to my mouth, her tongue attacked mine with raw passion, as I
again brought my hands to her firm bottom.

   Dipping lower, I felt the smooth, puffy lips of her pussy and quickly
poked inside, feeling her heat and wetness engulf the end of my middle
finger.  Stirring her juices, I collected enough moisture to coat my finger
and began wetting the ring of her anus, teasing her with the new
sensations.

   Pushing forward, I slipped a finger into her anus, up to the first
knuckle.  She squirmed against me and I felt her shudder at the new
sensation.  I brought my other hand to her front and began playing with her
breasts, teasing and pulling at her engorged nipples, twice their normal
size with her arousal.

   I continued my double assault on her ass and tits for a few minutes, my
hand in front alternating between breasts, teasing her abdomen and
occasionally dipping lower to tweak her clit or drag my fingernail between
the lips of her pussy, now dripping with her juices.

   Emily's movements became more insistent and abrupt.  Her mouth left mine
and she buried her face on my shoulder.  Ignoring everything but her own
desires, she slammed her body back and forth in my lap, forcing her crotch
and chest hard against my own, my finger in her hot ass forced further and
further inward.

   With each spastic movement, her pussy left a slick trail on my thigh,
coating me in her juices.  Suddenly Emily froze, and I could feel her pussy
begin clenching around my cock as her orgasm neared.  Abandoning her ass, I
wet my hand in her juices and started stroking her clit with both thumbs.
As the sensations crashed over her, Emily hugged me tight, and I could feel
her body as spasm after spasm washed over her in waves.

   As her body slowly relaxed from her climax, Emily collapsed against me,
breathing heavily.  I could feel her heart beating rapidly in her chest,
pressed so closely together were we.

   Rubbing the insides of her thighs, I felt small small tremors still
racing through her body, and began rubbing her back, sliding over the
smooth skin, now damp from her exertions.  We sat there for a few moments,
content to relax in the calm of my bedroom.

   Trying not to disturb her calm too much, I rolled Emily off me onto the
bed.

   Grabbing a damp cloth from the bathroom, I gently wiped the sweat and
our combined secretions from Emily's face and body.  Still lost in her
post-orgasmic haze, Emily murmured quietly at my ministrations and finally
rolled over, pulling the blankets up and over her still naked body. 
Joining her in bed, for what really was the point of sleeping apart, I
hesitated a moment before easing in behind her, my arm wrapped around her,
my hand laying on her stomach, just under the jut of her breasts.

   Her bottom pressed back lightly against my cock as we situated
ourselves. I could still feel the furnace of her pussy, but I was too
drained for more action.  Judging by her slow, easy breathing, Emily
quickly fell asleep.  I lay there for a few moments, my mind still
pleasantly surprised at how thing seemed to have turned out, but soon my
eyelids began feeling heavy, and I joined her in sleep.

   *****

   For the second day in a row I woke to the wonderful sensation of warm
hands diddling my erect cock.  I slowly opened an eyelid and peered through
the opening.  Emily was laying on her right side, completely nude, and was
reaching over with my body, fisting me with her left hand.

   For a moment I simply lay there, watching the shaft of my penis as her
hand slid up and down, the skin taut with my arousal.

   Deciding to not make the same mistake as the previous morning, I quickly
alerted Emily that I was awake.

   "Hey, gorgeous," I mumbled quietly, so as not to disturb her.  "Good
morning to you too."

   "It's about time," she shot back, giving me a lusty grin.  "I've been at
this for fifteen minutes, trying to get you to wake up."

   "Ah...  and what a way to wake up," I answered, moaning a bit as the
erotic sensations coursed through my cock.  Feeling the tension beginning
to build in my balls, I quickly grabbed her hand, slowing her movements. 
"If you keep that up, you're going to have to clean up the mess," I warned.

   "I have somewhere better you could put the mess," she replied.  I looked
at her warily, hoping she meant what I thought she was saying.

   "And that would be..."

   "I want you to...  I want you to fuck me," she finally said.  I
pretended to think about it for a moment.

   "No," I shook my head.

   "What?"

   "I want to make love to you," I said, laughing.  She thought about it
for a moment, obviously understanding the differences, before nodding.

   "I like that.  Make love to me.  But promise me you'll be gentle," she
begged.  Be gentle with her?  I never expect to find a 20 year-old virgin
in this day and age, and said so to her.

   "Not technically a virgin," she replied.  "I lost my cherry by accident
when I was twelve or thirteen.  I'd just gotten my first period, and was
practicing putting my tampon in, and..." I held up my hand, to stop her
story.

   "Some things I just don't need to know," I laughed, "but I get the idea.
I promise to be as gentle as possible."

   Excited now, Emily released my cock, which she had been holding,
motionless, during our entire conversation.  Rolling onto her back, she
spread her legs and looked at me expectantly.

   "Is this how you want to do it?" she asked, apparently expecting me to
slide between her legs and start pounding away.  I shook my head.

   "I don't think so.  I've never had a virgin before, but I've heard the
most comfortable position to do it would be for you to be on top.  You get
to control how fast and how deep that way." She thought about it for a
moment before nodding at me.

   "That sounds good.  God, I'm so wet right now just thinking about it."
Proving her point, Emily reached into her pussy with two fingers, and I
could hear squishing noises as she probed the warm recesses of her cunt. 
Grabbing her hand as she brought it away from diddling herself, I brought
it to my mouth and quickly licked off her juices, smacking my lips in
approval.

   "Tasty," I said, wagging my eyebrows at her.  She laughed.

   "There's more where that came from," she replied, pointing to the small
puddle she was creating on the sheets, a dark stain spreading even as I
watched.  Beginning to reposition myself at her pussy, intending to drink
from the fountain, as it were, I was thwarted as she clamped her legs shut.

   "Uh uh," she said.  "Not right now.  I don't need any warm up, I'm hot
enough.  Lay on your back soldier, and prepare to be fucked," she commanded
me in her best military voice.  I cocked my head at her.

   "I mean, let me make love to you," she said shyly.

   "That's better," I said.  Reaching around in my night stand I realized
to my horror I was without a condom.  "Bad news," I told Emily, warning
that I might need to make a trip to the drugstore down the road.

   "I'm on the pill," she informed me with some embarrassment.  "I've been
on it ever since...  ever since my dad started...  started drinking," she
finally got out.  Nodding that I understood, I kissed Emily hard on the
mouth.

   "Thank you."

   Ready now, Emily slowly moved against me.  Stretching her leg over mine,
Emily climbed onto my lap, pressing down on me and forcing our bodies
together.  We were suddenly joined from chest to crotch, and it was all I
could do to not ravage her right there.

   My cock was standing at attention, rubbing through her damp pubic hair.
I could feel the heat radiate from her pussy as it washed over my balls in
waves.  Pushing upward, I managed to press my shaft between the lips of her
pussy, contacting her clit and causing her to shiver at the contact.

   Giving me a smoldering look, Emily reached down between her bodies and
with one delicate hand took hold of my cock.  Sitting up a bit, she aimed
my shaft at her damp opening and settled down on her haunches until the tip
of my erection was just barely touching her outer lips.  Swabbing me in her
juices for lubrication, Emily wet my cock, groaning and she felt her lips
spread and open, ready to take a man inside her for the first time.

   As she lowered her hips to mine, Emily had a steely look of
concentration in her eyes.

   "Take your time," I whispered to her.  "This is fun.  It feels good. 
Enjoy it." She nodded back at me.

   Lowering herself further, Emily pressed firmly against the head of my
cock, forcing the head through her tight opening, burying an inch or so
inside her tight furnace.

   Placing my hands on her hips to steady her, I groaned as Emily dropped
down a bit more onto my cock.

   "That feels so good," I moaned, trying to maintain control.  "You're so
tight and so hot." Emily moaned along with me, a gasp escaping her lips as
she slid further down, my cock now half-encased in her slippery folds.

   "Oh God, John, you're so big inside me," Emily panted.  Her face and
chest were flushed with her exertions, a sheen of sweat covering her face.
I knew for a fact I wasn't all that big, but this was her first time, and I
was certainly bigger than a tampon.

   "Go slowly," I told her, for my sake as much as hers.  "Let yourself get
used to my size.  You'll stretch a little to accommodate me, and slower you
go the more time your pussy has to adjust."

   Taking my advice, Emily sat still on my cock, but she was anything but
idle.  Her hands had been resting on my shoulders from the beginning, but
now they traveled to my face, touching my lips and cheeks, gently playing
with a lock of hair.  Leaning forward Emily delicately kissed all over my
face, her lips leaving a shining trail of moist skin behind her, the pink
tip of her tongue poking between her wet lips.

   My own hands were also busy, kneading the firm cheeks of her ass,
rubbing and stroking.  Bringing one hand to where we were joined, I toyed
with her clit, sending shockwaves through her body.  My other hand remained
at her ass, toying with her crinkled rosebud, causing her to purr into my
mouth, where our tongues were again dancing against each other.

   Deciding she had waited long enough, Emily looked me in the eye.  With
one final thrust of her tongue against my lips, she broke our kiss.  Taking
a deep breath, she allowed her weight to carry her down, and with a final
moan I could feel myself bottom out, the cheeks of her ass flattening
against my legs as she imbedded me completely in her pussy.

   Again her mouth attacked mine, while my hands sought out her breasts,
toying with her turgid nipples, teasing the sensitive nubs of flesh with my
fingernails, enjoying her pleased moans of arousal.

   Moving against my chest, Emily raised herself up an inch or so, and
tentatively let herself fall back around my cock.  The heat and pressure
was nothing like I'd ever experienced with any of the women I'd been with.
I don't know if it was because I was her first, or if Emily was naturally
smaller inside than any women, but it was heavenly.

   Thrusting gently against her movements, my cock slipped easily through
the hold, damp folds of Emily's pussy.  Each time I grabbed an ass cheek or
teased her ass with a finger, I could feel Emily's pussy contract and try
to grab at my cock.

   Our activities soon had their effect on me, and after a few moments
warned Emily of my impending orgasm.

   "I want you to come in me," she panted, her hips jacking up and down on
my erection, slick with our combined juices.  She was noticeably looser
than when we had started, but still vastly tighter than anything in my
previous experience.  I could feel the walls of her pussy grip my cock with
every upstroke, trying to trap me inside.

   Abandoning all semblance of control, I grabbed Emily's hips and started
humping up to her as fast as I could.  Her mouth open wide at the
sensations, I could hear as Emily mewled out in her pleasure.  Starting as
a low rumble, her voice kept raising in pitch and intensity until she
reached a near wail.

   With a final thrust, my cock exploded inside her, coating both of us
with my juices.  Five or six strong spurts followed, each slightly less in
force and volume than the previous, until at last I was spent.

   Reveling in the afterglow of our exertions, we lay there on the bed for
a few minutes, still joined together.  My cock slowly shriveled and finally
popped out, eliciting a sigh of disappointment from Emily.  I felt our
combined juices slowly leak out of her opening, my pubic hair now pressed
and matted down from the rush of liquid.

   Running my hand up and down her spine I kissed her on the cheek, still
feeling her body trembling against mine.

   "How was it?" I asked.  She gave me a fierce kiss.

   "I loved it.  I love you.  It was wonderful." She signed in contentment.

   "Did you cum?" I asked, unsure if she'd gotten off.  She shook her head.

   "I can take care of that," I said, reaching my hand down to her pussy.

   At the first contact I felt her jerk a bit and she again shook her head.

   "It was wonderful, and I promise you can take care of me forever.  But
not tonight.  I'm a little sore."

   I stroked her damp cheek with my hand, kissing her softly on the lips.

   After a few more minutes, Emily raised her head off my chest, looking at
me questioningly.

   "Am I too heavy?" she asked.

   "Never." Her weight felt wonderful, comforting and secure.

   "Good," she replied and put her head back down.  Soon I could feel her
muscles begin to relax and shortly her breathing grew slower and more deep
as she fell asleep.  It wasn't too long before I felt my own sleep begin to
take over, and soon after that I followed, our bodies tangled together in
rest.

   *****

   The rest of Thanksgiving break was a blur.  My mother visited the day
after and the three of us went shopping, never my favorite activity, but
especially so when half the state appeared to have decided to descend on
the same shopping mall the ladies decided on.  I resigned myself to a day
of trudging from store to store in my designated role of pack mule, a part
I played only mildly upset, as I knew some of the presents were for me.

   At the end of an exhausting day, we returned to my house and Emily went
straight to bed.

   "So," my mother said, looking at me with an amused look.  "I take that
to mean you're sleeping on the couch?" It hadn't occurred to me until right
then, that Emily had mentioned going to 'our' room, and I had thought
nothing of it.  My mother had, of course.

   "Ah..." I stammered, trying to play it cool.  Nothing cool would come. I
finally admitted we were sleeping together, 'at least for the moment' I
said.

   "And what does that mean?" my mother inquired.  I again was left without
a good answer.  "Honey," my mother continued, "I don't pretend to tell you
what to do anymore.  You've grown beyond needing me to run your life, but I
hope you'll take some advice." I nodded.  "Be good to her.  This girl is
head over heels in love with you, you know that, right?

   Again I nodded.  I had told my mom a bit about Emily, about my longtime
crush and our recent meeting and instant connection.

   "Then treat her with all the respect you can, okay?  If things start
going badly, she deserves to know immediately." She continued, telling me a
story from her past.  Bobby.  Her first real boyfriend, and she was in
love. He was in serious lust, but that was all.  She was young and
inexperienced, and completely unprepared for the day when he told her they
were through.

   "It about broke my heart, John, it really did.  I was only seventeen,
but I was already prepared for it to be forever.  I know you went through
some of this with Stacey, so you'll understand what I'm talking about. 
You're a good boy, you always have been, just treat her right."

   She stood and the two of us hugged for a long while.  I held her tight,
not remembering the last time she had shown so much emotion over a part of
my life.  Finally breaking the embrace, I looked at my mother.

   "I love her, Mom.  Part of it is the grade school crush, but she's
great."

   "I know she is," my mother answered, wiping a tear from her eye.  "She's
wonderful.  A bit naive, and still hurting, no doubt." I was surprised my
mom seemed to know so much about her, I hadn't known they'd talked about
Emily's past.  My surprise must have shown, as my mother laughed at my
expression.

   "You'd be amazed at what women talk about in a changing room." She
smiled.

   "You were sure in enough of them today," I muttered under my breath.

   "What?" she asked, not quite catching what I'd said, thankfully.

   "Nothing." I quickly answered.  Trying to fight my tiredness, I
attempted, but failed to stifle a yawn.  My mother looked at her watch and
quickly started gathering her shoes and coat.

   "You best be getting some rest, young man," she jokingly scolded me. 
Turning serious, she paused.  "I am proud of you John.  You haven't had the
easiest life in the world, but you're doing okay."

   She finished preparing to leave and we hugged in the doorway.

   "I love you, Mom."

   "Love you too, John."

   *****

   The month between Thanksgiving and Christmas is always busy, and this
year was no different in that respect.

   Not surprisingly, Emily never really moved out of my house when school
started after Thanksgiving break.  She still had a room on campus, and
occasionally she even used it for something other than a large closet, but
by and large, the two of us moved in together.  With our hectic schedules
though, neither of us saw enough of the other, it seemed.

   Finals were easier than I'd hoped, which was a blessing.  Because of her
late beginning to the school year, Emily was under a lot of pressure during
the testing week.  Pass, and she would have a massive head start on the
next semester.  Fail, and face the prospect of taking the classes over.

   "John!  Oh my God, I did it.  Look!" she squealed gleefully, waving a
piece of paper in my face.  I grabbed for it, missing once before finally
snatching it out of her hand.  Looking it over I saw she had received her
grades, as had I.

   "Emily, these are wonderful!" She had gotten all top marks, aside from
one "B" in a writing seminar.  "Truly, these are marvelous.  I'm so proud
of you!"

   She reached up, stroking my jaw with her delicate fingers.

   "I couldn't have done it...  any of it, without you." She kissed me
lightly on the lips.

   I had not planned it, but seeing the opportunity present itself, I
leaned down, picking up a small package off the floor.

   "This is for you," I said, handing her the tiny box, covered in brightly
colored foil.

   "Ooh, a present!  For me?" Emily batted her eyelashes.  Tearing the
shiny wrapping paper, Emily sucked in a deep breath.  Her head whipped up,
eyes wide, as she stared at me in wonder.

   "It's probably too soon," I said in partial apology.  "But...  I wanted
to make sure you knew exactly how I feel."

   "John, it's beautiful," she whispered, holding up the diamond engagement
ring.  It had cost me much of the rest of my savings, but each facet, each
brilliant shimmering surface, was worth it.  I dropped to one knee, looking
up at my lover.  I thought I could already see tears glistening in her
eyes.

   "Emily Hubbard.  I've dreamed of you for years.  You were always my
bright, shining girl.  I've loved you since the moment I first saw you, and
now that you're in my life, I can't imagine living the rest of it without
you.  Will you marry me?"

   She stood there for a moment, and I grew nervous.  Was it too soon?  I
held my breath, waiting for some response.

   Finally, Emily pulled the ring out of the box, and slipped it on.  She
admired it for a moment, before suddenly launching herself into my arms.  I
could feel her heart beating rapidly in her chest as Emily squeezed her
arms around me.

   Tilting her head upwards, Emily kissed around my mouth and eyes.

   "Yes.  Yes.  Yes.  Yes.  A thousand more.  Yes!" I wrapped Emily in my
arms, a hand slipping down to cup her firm ass cheeks, and brought my lips
to hers.

   We kissed softly for a few moments, tender and loving, enjoying the
feeling and comfort we felt in each other.

   Trailing my hand slowly up her side, I cupped her face gently, placing
kiss after kiss on her forehead and cheek and finally once on the lips. 
She sighed, leaning into me.  I could feel her breasts, soft cones tipped
with turgid nipples, pushing against me, leaving burning trails behind as
she dragged them over my chest.

   Suddenly standing, she pulled me to my feet, dragging me into the
bedroom.

   Spinning, she stared hotly into my eyes.

   "I got you a present, too."

   I looked around, not seeing any packages.  She giggled, dragging her
fingers through hair, watching me with eyes heavy from desire.  Slowly,
teasingly, she began unbuttoning her blouse.

   "Do you want to help me unwrap it?"

   It was the best Christmas present, ever.
   The End