My Friends the Allens -- Moonlight Again
by Mark Aster

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Note: this story contains graphic accounts of sexual
relations between consenting adults.  If you are a minor,
a U.S. Senator, or anyone else whose brain implodes
when exposed to such things, stop reading now, and go
take a cold shower.
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I was sitting at the desk in the bedroom, working on something
unimportant at the computer.  Off in the nursery, Julie's
voice finished one last lullabye, soft loving melody moving
barely audible through the apartment, fading into silence.
Then quiet, just the moonlight coming in through the window,
vague street sounds outside.  Footsteps, a murmur of female
voices.

Julie came in and sat down on the edge of the bed by the window,
one leg folded under her.

"Your children are asleep, m'lud, and their mother is curled
up in the big chair in the living room, discussing love and
economics with McGee and Meyer."  She was wearing just a grey
tank top and pale blue panties, and her hair was loose around
her shoulders.

"John D. MacDonald," I observed sagely.

"The Lonely Silver Rain," she agreed.  Then she sat there, not
saying anything at all, the moonlight from the window throwing
her face into shadow.  I finished what I was doing, slowly and
deliberately, feeling her eyes on me, my heart beating just a
little faster as I typed.  I hit save, put the computer to
sleep, turned away from the screen.

"It occurs to me," Julie said, bringing her legs up onto the
bed and lying back, "that it's been a really long time since
we lay in the moonlight and sort of stared into each other's
eyes."  In the moonlight her shirt and panties were dim silver,
and her skin shone.  I sat beside her and looked down at her
face.  She smiled and lay one small hand on my knee.

"Nice eyes," I said.

"Thanks."  She moistened her lips with her tongue, and arched
her back slightly, getting comfortable on the bed.  The twin
hills of her breasts cast small graceful shadows on her shirt.
I took a deep breath, still looking into her face, and the warm
clean smell of her floated up to me.  I put one hand on her
stomach, on the thin fabric over her skin.  Her face was serious
and relaxed.

"How's Law School?"

"Nice," she said, "Fun; hard."

"Any cute guys?"

She smiled again.  "Idiot," she said, stroking my thigh through
my pants slowly, idly.  "Lots."

I moved my hand up her body, just below her breasts.

"Do you want to --," but her fingers touched my lips, silencing
me.

"Shhh," she whispered.  Her fingertips moved back and forth,
just touching my mouth.  I kissed them.  She pursed her lips,
and her fingers stroked my cheek.  Her other hand slipped into
my lap, gently outlining my penis under my clothes.  I stroked
her stomach in slow circles, and we looked into each other's
eyes.  My erection grew and swelled, and I could feel my heart
racing in the silence.  There was a rustle from the living room
as Pat shifted in her chair, turned a page.  Her sister, lying
beside me on the bed, played with a strand of my hair.

"What do you want?" she asked.  I touched the bare skin of her
shoulder, warm in the coolness of the bed.

"To sit in the moonlight with your hand in my lap, and fall into
your impossible eyes forever."  The backs of my fingers brushed
her cheek.  She bent one leg and turned it outward, her smooth
thighs parted in the pale light.

"Your babies are beautiful," she whispered, stroking my penis
rhythmically, up and down, up and down.  My breath caught, and
I closed my eyes for a second.

"Your side of the family," I whispered back.  I slid my palm
across her shoulder, across her chest, just skimming the warm
peaks of her nipples, back down to her stomach.  "Thanks for
singing them to sleep."

"Thanks for letting me."  Her hand stopped moving, stretched
out along the stiffness of my shaft.  I touched her hip through
her panty, ran one finger down below her navel.  Another long
silence, her hand still in my lap, my fingers wandering over
her hips.  I put my hand between her legs, cupping the sweet
female curve.

"Kiss me," she said, very softly.  I leaned down and just
touched her lips with mine.  She closed her eyes.  So close
to her skin her scent was strong and bright.  Her hands pushed
me, ever so gently back up and away from her.  "Take off your
clothes."

I got up off the bed and unbuttoned my shirt, slipped it down
my arms and off.  Undid my pants, eased them around my erection
and off.  Underpants, socks.  Julie raised her hips and slid off
her panty, then sat up and took off her top with a single simple
motion.  Things everyone does every day.  Our eyes met again.
"Kiss me," she said.

I sat down on the bed beside her.  The moonlight on her naked
body was soft and perfect.  At the top of her leg, the crease
between her thigh and her pelvis was dark, sharply defined.
We put our arms around each other, and her breasts touched my
chest.  Our noses slipped past each other and, eyes still open,
we kissed closed-mouthed for a long time.  Her arms were cool
on my back, her body small and warm, her lips soft.

Then with a quiet moan she closed her eyes and put her head on
my shoulder.  Her breasts pressed deliciously against my chest,
and her hair tickled my nose.  Her left hand strayed off my back
and came around into my lap.  Her fingers circled my erection,
and gently squeezed.  I spread my hands on her naked back and
held her against me as she slowly began to pump up and down.

"Mmmmm," she breathed, kissing my neck and squeezing my shaft,
"hold me tight."  I hugged her and caressed her sides and my
penis began to twitch in her hand.  She slowed her strokes,
keeping me far from orgasm, just long waves of pleasure running
from her hand into my body.  I put one hand down between us
also, touched her thighs, nuzzled it into the fine hair between
her legs, slowly stroking her.  She sighed and raised her face
to me, and we kissed again, her hand gently squeezing my penis
and my fingers slowly rubbing her vulva.  She opened her lips,
and after a minute I sank my tonuge into the sweetness of her
mouth.

Her other hand came up behind my neck, her fingers twined in
my hair, gently holding my head.  I ran one finger up and down
over her labia, and they parted, and it slipped inside her.
She moaned again, almost a sob, and squeezed my penis and moved
her hips.  Her eyes opened, and closed, and I ran my tongue
over her teeth.

She pulled her head back and looked at me, her lips soft and
open, her fingers squeezing my erection.  She pumped me hard,
once, and I gasped.  She did it again, and raised herself off
of my finger and up into my lap.  She touched her nose to mine,
looking into my eyes, and she took my staff and pressed it up
into herself.  I slipped my finger, slick and warm with her
juices, back down between her labia, and stroked her clitoris
as my penis went into her.  Her body began to move up and
down in my lap, the hot friction of her vagina enveloping me
swallowing me, she kissed me again and again on the mouth,
quick sharp kisses with her eyes staring into mine and my mouth
opened and she kissed my cheeks and my nose, and her breasts
rubbed against me and I slid in and out between her legs in
and out of her cunt my penis impossibly hard and I came suddenly
deep inside her pumping sperm up into her again and again and
finally she came too, losing control and slamming against me
and screaming into my mouth and I took her ass in my hands and
pushed deep into her and held her there and everything stopped.

Julie opened her eyes slowly, sitting in my lap with her arms
around me.  She smiled and kissed me very lightly on the lips.
Our bodies shuddered, just a bit, at the contact.  Then we
uncoiled from each other and lay back on the bed, arm in arm,
sticky and content.  The moon, rising, had almost disappeared
from the window, and it was very dark.

"What do you want?" I asked.  For a long time she was quiet,
gently touching the back of my hand with her fingertips.

"Nothing," she said.  "Everything."  Then she laughed, a small
whisper of a laugh, "Isn't that profound?"

A few minutes later a light went on in the hall, and Pat stood
in the doorway.  A wonderful smell came in over her shoulder and
mingled with the sex smells hovering over the bed.

"Anyone for a late dinner?" she asked.  "Spaghetti's done."


My Friends the Allens -- Moonlight Again
by Mark Aster
The End