Uther Pendragon nogardneprethu@gmail.com If you are under the age of 18, or otherwise forbidden by law to read electronically transmitted erotic material, please go do something else. This material is copyright, 2004, Uther Pendragon. All rights reserved. I specifically grant the right of downloading and keeping one electronic copy for your personal reading so long as this notice is included. Reposting requires previous permission. If you have any comments or requests, please e-mail them to me at nogardneprethu@gmail.com. All persons here depicted, except public figures depicted as public figures in the background, are figments of my imagination and any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Midst by Uther Pendragon nogardneprethu@gmail.com "Josh! Your roommates will hear us." "Well, then, don't talk. Anyway, what do you think they're doing?" "What they think we're doing. But I don't want them to know." "There are things to do with our mouths that can't be overheard." . . . "The kiss almost makes up for the excuse." "You don't believe me?" "No, but more of those kisses might persuade me." "Okay." "Josh. Kissing those doesn't interfere with my talking." "Seems nothing does." . . . "Oh. Oh, Josh. Oh!" "You like?" "I liked, but I'm afraid someone heard." Aaah. Damn! "Megan didn't hear. And Matt wasn't paying attention." "Your walls are awfully thin." "Try to keep silent, then." . . . "Oh, yes, yesss." "I love you, love your response, love your taste." "Oh!" "Taylor, that hurt. Try to keep your fingernails to yourself." "Well, I really liked it. And I wanted your head to stay there." "And it would have stayed there if you hadn't clawed me." "Well, I'm sorry. And thanks for not screaming. As long as we whisper, I can pretend nobody is listening." Oh God! "Brandon isn't. And Nicole..." Now! I'm.... "...probably had more important things on her mind right then." "Her mind? You think that's what he's...?" "Pfft. Taylor, sometimes I love your devious humor." "Mmmm. Sometimes?" "And the rest of the time it's this, ... and this, ... and -- mostly -- this." "Oh yes." . . . "So sweet. You're all that I want, all that a man could want." "What I want... is you... inside me... now!" "Oh yes! Oh Taylor. So warm. So tight!" "Move." . . . "Josh, I'm close." "Oh Darling. I think I'm closer." Fuck. Fuck. FUCK! "Brandon's closest." "Mpf. Hmpf. Hmpf. Hmpf. Well, that brought me back." "Well, fine. Just so you can keep moving." "Like this? Like this? Or like this?" "Yes.... Yes!" "Oh darling. Oh? Oh... God!" . . . "Well, so much for whispering." "You think they heard?" "The question isn't 'Did your roommates hear?' They heard. The rest of the building heard. The question is how far down the block it carried." "You exaggerate. Want me off?" "Really, I do. Cuddle?" "Cuddle." The End Midst Uther Pendragon nogardneprethu@gmail.com 2004/09/03 2010/06/05 dfgh Thanks to Neneh for editing this. Another all-dialogue story: "Lines"