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   Sophistication by Uther Pendragon nogardneprethu@gmail.com

   MF 1st

   "Like it, Karen?"

   "Well, it was certainly an experience, Professor.  I'm not sure I'm
ready for modern music."

   "Warren, not 'professor.' We're not in class.  I bet all the music you
danced to growing up was more modern than those pieces.  Alban Berg died
before you were born -- before I was born, for that matter."

   "Well, maybe..."

   "It's an acquired taste, I'll admit.  I quite enjoyed your company. 
Care to come up for a nightcap?  I can't be seen buying a drink for an
undergraduate, but I know you drink."

   "Thank you, Warren.  I'd be pleased."

   . . .

   "Let me take your coat.  Would brandy be all right?"

   "That sounds so luxurious."

   "Not really...  Here."

   "Thank you.  So much!"

   "These glasses were designed to serve brandy.  Here, before you taste
it, sniff it, like this."

   "I like it."

   "A night with a girl like you calls for brandy.  Taste a bit more... 
Mmmm.  You improve the taste of brandy."

   "Professor!"

   "Warren.  You're not in my class any more.  You're a pretty girl I took
to hear music.  That's a date, not a class assignment."

   "Warren...  Well, I guess that calling you Warren makes it a date."

   "Certainly.  You drink with your dates; you kiss your dates.  Mmmm."

   "Mmm....  Warren!"

   "And your dates kiss you there, as well.  Come, drink your brandy."

   "Very well....  Oh."

   "Karen really improves the taste of brandy.  Mmmm."

   . . .

   "Oh!  That's cold!"

   "Only for a moment.  Mmm.  See?  You improve the taste of brandy here,
too.  Now, the other one.  Mmmmm.  Oh, Karen, They're so responsive.  *You*
are so responsive."

   "But..."

   "Are they warm now?  Here drink up."

   "I'm drinking more than you are."

   "But I'm drinking from more intoxicating bowls.  Your breasts are so
sweet, and the nipples are so responsive.  Here."

   "Brrr."

   "Mmmm.  Mmmm.  So sweet."

   "Don't spill on my dress."

   "That problem has a simple solution.  Come, rise.  Now, come with me."

   "But..."

   "It's simple.  Your dress can't get dirty.  I don't care about the
sheets.  They'll wash.  Here.  Now, you look delightful.  Drink up."

   "You didn't bring your glass."

   "I'll share yours.  Don't worry about germs, I'll not touch my lips to
the glass.  Now lie back."

   "Brrr."

   "Mmmm.  Delicious.  Mmmm.  Soft.  Mmmm.  Here's a drop which escaped me.
Mmm.  And here.  Mmmmm."

   "That tickles, and none of the brandy went there."

   "No.  The well is in the middle of a hillock, even on your flat belly.
Here."

   "That's a lot.  Wait..."

   "No.  Lie back.  You'll spill it.  Let me drink from your well.  Mmmmm."

   "But....  Mmm."

   "Mmm.  Here, too, you taste sweet.  Lovely mouth, lovely lips.  Mmm. 
Lovely nose."

   "Hey!"

   "Now..."

   "Don't!"

   "But don't you want to let me lick brandy from you ultimate cup?"

   "No.  Put them back on."

   "They'd get stained from the brandy.  It's even on my hand.  Mmmm."

   "Mmm Oh!"

   "Lie back.  Enjoy it.  Mmmm...  Mmmm...  Mmmm."

   "What are you doing?  We can't..."

   "Sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander.  I'd feel an ungracious
host if you were alone in your bareness."

   "Then, I'll...

   "Relax.  Mmmm.  Mmmm.  Look!  There is absolutely no danger.  These
always protect you."

   "But I don't want...  I've never..."

   "Never?  Really?  Then watch.  I'll use this pillow under you.  Now look
at me.  We'll both watch.  You're still a girl."

   "No!"

   "Ahhh!  You're now a woman!"

   "Please..."

   "Oh...  Sweet...  Ahhh...  God!"

   "You shouldn't have..."

   "See.  It's all in there.  You're perfectly safe."

   "Then can I go home?"

   "Are you certain that you don't want to stay?"

   "Perfectly sure."

   "Very well."

   ...

   "Well, Professor..."

   "Warren."

   "Well, Professor.  This is goodbye."

   "I'll call."

   "I'll hang up."

   The end Sophistication by Uther Pendragon nogardneprethu@gmail.com
2011/05/31

   An earlier adventure of Karen's:
/~Uther_Pendragon/dial/ted_3.htm "Pearls"

   The index to almost all my stories:
/~Uther_Pendragon/index.htm