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 Quickie: Because They Could - by RedBud

   [Was called - Because He Could]

   He watched her slowly wake up.

   Their mattress was on the floor.  It was Saturday morning.  He didn't
have to hurry.  She didn't have to.

   She stretched, unaware that he was watching.  He enjoyed the feeling of
his cock filling and stiffening.  He wasn't dressed.  He was sitting naked
on a canvass camping chair and just sitting naked, with nowhere to go.  The
chair was all they could afford, along with a few other pieces of
"furniture".  They had only moved into the apartment during the week.  This
was their first week-end.  Just watching his girlfriend was enough to make
his cock ache.  He had never been able to just enjoy his girlfriend, naked,
letting her see the effect she was having on him.

   Their lovemaking had been unpredictable.  They did it wherever they
could.  If their parents were away, then they had a house to themselves but
not often.  Sometimes they did it in the car.  They liked to go on hikes
and they would have sex in the woods.  The sex was quick, half clothed, and
desperate for release.  It had always been too long since their last.

   Now they lived together.  He could have her anytime he wanted.  He loved
her short blonde hair, her quick gray eyes.  He watched her stretch again,
marveling at the shape of a young woman's body, stunned by what she stirred
in him, her rounded hips, fuller and rounder than a man's, the way her back
curved when she stretched, the way her V disappeared between her thighs
when she arched (and he knew where what was appearing behind her) and the
invitation of her breasts, full, firm, rising and falling, her nipples
hard, the muscular crease dividing her breasts, down her abdomen and to her
sex, her narrow waste, every part of her in the perfect proportion of a
young woman.  The fierceness of his desire brought his cock up hard against
his belly button.

   Every part of her called to him, compelled him to do things to another
person that he never dreamed of, not so long ago, as a child.

   The last sheet slipped off of her and she looked up at him sleepily,
then smiled.  She saw his cock, glanced at it, and returned her gaze to
him, her smile.  His stomach thrilled.  He still wasn't used to being naked
in front of a woman, let alone letting her see how she aroused him.  But
now she could see.  He didn't hide it.  He didn't hide the way he looked at
her - her tits, her ass, her lips, her hips and legs.  She was like a
different species.  Her lips, her fingers and toes, `everything' was
different from him, and yet every difference inflamed him - he would do so
many things to `her'.

   And they could do it all day.  They `would' to it all day.  What else
was there to do?  Wasn't that why their bodies were the way they were?  He
wanted to fuck her and fuck her and fuck her.  They were living together.
Finally.  They could be adults.  If they wanted to spend the whole day
fucking, they could.  He stared at her ass as she languorously stood.  Her
every movement emphasized her femininity and his own masculinity.  Her
movements: graceful, supple; and his: angular and muscular.  She stood,
standing with her back to him.  She glanced back at him, her little hands
in fists by the side of her hips and she stretched again.  She gracefully
walked out of the room, stepping lightly over sheets and clothes and the
bowls they had eaten from as they watched TV in bed - the freedom to do
whatever they wanted.
It was `their' apartment'.  Every room was theirs and they could do
anything they wanted in every room.  She walked into the bathroom and he
stood, following her.  His cock bobbed heavily in front of him.  She had
left the door open.  She was sitting on the toilet, peeing.  The way she
sat with her slender legs slightly parted, her tummy arched as she peed,
her breasts pushed forward.  Everything she did inflamed him.  Her lips
parted, almost imperceptibly, as she looked at his cock and looked at him.
He stepped forward and his cock slipped between her lips.  She sucked. 
There was no reason not to.  They were alone in their own apartment.  She

opened her legs as she sucked and her hand moved between her legs.

   He stepped away, the pleasure almost unbearable, almost.  His cock
slipped out of her beautiful mouth.  Saliva strung her chin.  She wiped it
away and smiled.  She stood, gracefully, and washed her hands.  She leaned
her hip against the lip of the counter, forcing her back to arch and her
ass to jut out toward him.  Her pussy appeared from between her legs, the
dark furrow forced slightly open by her posture.  She glanced at his cock
in the mirror, with a knowing smile.  Her tits hung forward.  Every curve
of her body called to him, made his cock stretch, ready to be put into the
place it was made to penetrate.  She touched up her eyebrows and lips.  He
put his hands on her hips, her ass, and felt its slender roundness.  No,
why hurry?

   She glanced at him and pushed him out of the way, her hip brushing hard
against his cock.  He wondered if it was a turn-on for her.  He followed
her into the living room.  He wondered if she enjoyed her nudity as much as
he did.  Was it as much of a turn-on for her to be naked in front of a man,
in her own apartment, letting a man see her, every part of her, everything
she did?  - being able to watch the effect her body had on him?  - being
able to watch his cock swell and lengthen, desperate for `her', to be
inside her body.  Did she want his cock insider her as much as he ached to
put it in?  He wondered at the same lust that was so different inside their
different bodies.

   There was so much time.  There was a whole day.  He watched her slender
body, the way her ass gracefully swayed.  He had gazed at her ass so many
times with blue jeans on, covered up, imagining what she would look like if
he could only have a day like today.

   He followed her into the kitchen.  Neither had spoken to each other yet.
She opened the refrigerator door, and bent over looking in the vegetable
tray.  How many times had he watched her bend over?  They had been with
their parents or with friends or in public and every time he had imagined
what her ass would look like, and imagined filling her sex.  Her pussy was
perfect, wet, and open - forced upward and open again - there, between her
thighs, just at the height of his cock - made that way.  He had always
imagined simply fucking her.  And he did.  He pushed his cock down and slid
into her, firmly, completely, until the entirety of his cock was sheathed
inside her.  Her head snapped back.  She groaned, loudly.  This was their
apartment.  They were alone.  She braced herself against the open
refrigerator and pushed back against him.  Sex was still new to him.  He
still couldn't believe a woman would let him do this to her.  He couldn't
believe she would put his cock in her mouth.  He couldn't believe she would
bend over like this for him and let him `inside' her body.  Him.

   He drew back and thrust.  She gasped and moaned.  Free.  Unafraid to be
heard.  He needed to fuck her.  He held her by her small round hips and he
fucked her.  He growled and groaned.  Everything about her was soft and
yielding.  And the softest, warmest, wettest and most yielding place was in
her belly, caressing his cock, massaging it, squeezing it.  She was crying
out with every thrust.  This is what he wanted to hear.  God, yes.  He
could listen to her cries all day long.  He would.

   "Fuck me," she groaned.  "O fuck yes!  Right here.  Right fucking now."

   He was always too young or the girls were too beautiful.  But now it was
him that a woman was bending over for, his cock in her body.  She was
giving him her womb and she was having an orgasm on `his' cock.  She
screamed, for him, in their apartment.  Her contractions were too much.  He
held himself deep inside her and groaned helplessly and loudly as she
milked him.  And he emptied his fluids into her, spurt after spurt, just
where they were meant to go.  What would her parent's think?

   He looked down at her narrow waist, her smooth back, the feminine curve
of her spine, his cock still filling her.  All day long.  He would fuck her
all day long.  He would cum in her mouth, in her pussy, on her tits.  He
would do everything he had always dreamed of doing, all things he had
masturbated imagining.  He could do them to her.  He wasn't going soft.  He
slowly, reluctantly, pulled himself out of her, slick, covered with their
combined cum.  He wouldn't clean himself.  There was no reason to.  He was
going to fuck her again.  Cum dripped from her pussy and spattered the
floor between her feet as she stood - `his' cum.  She looked back at him
without turning.  She saw that he was still hard, that this man desired her
more than any other woman alive.  She closed the refrigerator door, leaned
against it, arching her ass and pussy towards him.

   She almost shouted her penetration.

   He fucked her again.  It was what she wanted.  He fucked her because he
could.