"Wrapped Attention" {Uther} (MF rom 1st)

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                        Wrapped Attention 
                       by Uther Pendragon 
                    nogardneprethu@gmail.com 
 
  

Part One: Monday 

Alex's determination and experience were enough to focus his 
attention on the lunch conversation.  When the lunch ended, 
however, he forgot business for the day.  He had promised Tabitha 
the afternoon before she took the train home for Christmas 
vacation.  She was waiting when he drove up to the dorm at 
1:25. 

"You're early," he said.  "Eager to get home?" 

"The train isn't 'til seven.  I'm eager to see you.  You're 
early too." 

"I was eager to see you.  I'll miss you."  He was mildly 
disappointed that Tabitha hadn't echoed his sentiment.  But he 
was twice her age and always believed, despite her denials, that 
he was twice as invested in the relationship.  Love would happen 
to her again but not to him.  That it had happened to him, that 
this young beauty reciprocated his love, was enough and blessing 
indeed. 

He took her suitcase and put it in the trunk.  She carried a 
purse and wore a backpack which looked a little incongruous with 
her dress and good coat.  "Eaten?" he asked. 

"No." 

"Restaurant, McDonald's or chez moi?" 

"Yours, if it's okay." 

"Mi casa es su casa."  Then he wished that he had said it 
differently.  All that remained of his French consisted of a few 
tags.  She really was studying Spanish. 

"I may take you up on that, someday."  She might take him up 
on that this afternoon, if she could keep up her nerve. 

"'Home is where, when you have to go there, they have to take 
you in.'  Mine is where, when you want to go there, they want to 
take you in." 

"Don't talk to me of home." 

"Honey, I'm near your dad's age.  I'm divorced.  If I'd had a 
kid, and a divorced man my age had come buzzing around, I'd not 
have acted snotty to him.  I'd not have grilled him on his 
business and whether it was stable.  I'd not have asked whether 
his sexual orientation might be a bit ambiguous considering his 
long time without a spouse. 

"I *would*, however, have looked for somebody to break 
his kneecaps." 

"You're only supposed to be understanding of me.  They 
*said* that you could visit over Thanksgiving.  I thought 
that they would get to like you, not try to drive you off." 

"Sorry.  The thing is, I love you; and sometimes *I* want 
to protect you from this antique who has been taking advantage of 
you.  I can see why others who love you might always feel that 
way." 

"See, they can ruin our Christmas spirit; and they are more 
than a state away."  It was nerves that were ruining her 
Christmas spirits, but she couldn't say that.  He'd ask why. 

"With you beside me, nothing ruins my spirits, Christmas or 
no. So did you finish your paper?" 

"I turned it in this morning.  I had to say 'No Alex until I'm 
finished' or I would never have finished.  You do understand?" It 
sounded awfully selfish to her. 

"I'm *supposed* to be understanding of you.  And I never 
want to stand in the way of your studies.  Was it a good paper?" 
That was a source of conversation until they got to his 
condo. 

She cooked, proud to show her skills and feeling proprietary 
of that small corner of his space.  She made a large Western 
omelette, and he ate a nominal serving to be with her.  She 
declined his offer of wine with the meal. 

He could see that she was antsy about something but unready to 
talk about it.  "Well," he thought, "let's see." 

"Did I mention," he asked her, "why I had to go on a business 
lunch before I could pick you up?" 

"I already knew.  You're a very important person, and 
everybody wants to talk with you." 

"I wish I was that important. 

"What actually happened was that the head of Agency was 
arguing again that we are overpricing associational groups.  I 
and the chief actuary weren't going to give in, but we had to 
listen politely."  He went on telling her tales from his office, 
giving her his voice without requiring active thought from 
her. 

She finally dodged out to the hall to get her backpack.  "Did 
you get me a present for Christmas?" she asked. 

"I did, and it's wrapped.  Do you want me to get it?" 

"Not now.  I want you to tell people that I gave you this for 
Christmas."  She handed him a box which obviously held a tie.  He 
thought the phrasing odd.  She knew that his discretion was on 
her account.  "Don't I get a kiss in thanks?"  She could get a 
kiss for any reason or none. 

She knew that she could re-decide now.  She could see no 
reason to go back.  Then Alex's lips were on hers, and his arms 
were holding her.  She could see all the reasons to go forward.  
She pulled his face down toward hers. 

He could taste her through the omelette.  She was youth and 
beauty and love and Tabitha.  He kissed her hard, but she pulled 
him down harder.  When his hands smoothed her back and buns, she 
ground herself against his beginning erection.  He had insisted 
that she set the limits and not change them in the heat of 
passion.  Now, the limits were her panties.  He could do anything 
that he wanted without removing her panties.  He would take his 
time, but he would give her something warm to remember in the 
train through the cold fields. 

He kissed her mouth and ear and neck and mouth.  He petted her 
back and buns and breasts.  He removed her dress and was startled 
at a half slip in this weather.  That did, however, give him much 
more skin to kiss.  He was kneeling, kissing her ticklish belly, 
when he unsnapped her bra.  He rose and stood back.  He could not 
bear to unveil that perfection without his eyes being on it.  She 
had been shy about that once, and he was glad that she had gotten 
over that. 

She never understood his lavish attention to her small 
breasts. He indulged her in so much, however, that she could 
indulge him in this ritual.  He stood and looked straight at her 
covered breasts.  He slowly drew the bra straps forward while she 
held her arms to free them.  Then, the bra in his hand, he looked 
at each breast in turn.  He drew and released a deep breath.  He 
bent to kiss each on the upper slope, not the tips.  Her breasts 
were firm, she needed the bra more for coverage than for support; 
but nobody else thought that they were special. 

He saw the perfection again.  Shallow cones rather than sacks, 
they held their shape proudly.  The areolae were bright pink, and 
the nipples of the same shade stood at attention for his 
inspection.  He kissed them in homage and kissed her deeply 
before drawing her after him to the couch.  There he kissed every 
inch of their ideal firmness.  Most of his attention, though, was 
to the tips.  He lipped and sucked at the nipples, which stood as 
firm there as he now stood below. 

He continued licking and kissing them while his hand stroked 
her thighs under her half slip.  She was slower parting her legs 
than she usually was, and he wondered if the nervousness about 
the upcoming trip had put her off.  He looked in her eyes to 
check her emotional state. 

She wanted these caresses.  She had decided and passed the 
point of no return.  She was so excited that she worried that her 
moisture was soaking into the half slip.  She was scared to 
death.  She wanted him to go on.  She couldn't part her legs for 
a fortune.  He looked at her.  Parting her legs was easier than 
staring into those eyes she loved, so she did. 

The motion of her legs was a request more direct than words 
could be.  He responded by stroking his hand up one of her thighs 
toward her panties.  He reached hair instead.  He froze. 

"You want me to tell people that you gave me the tie?"  She 
nodded.  "Instead?"  She nodded again.  He'd asked a 
fill-in-the-blank question and she had answered a true-false one. 
He knew he could, however, do anything with her that didn't 
involve removing her panties.  If she meant something else, she 
would tell him.  He changed his position and took her in his 
arms.  Unfortunately it took him two tries to get up from that 
position.  "Suave, Alex," he thought. 

She clung to him as he lifted her.  When she saw that he was 
heading into the bedroom she knew that she had passed the point 
of no return.  So much weight lifted from her stomach that she 
was surprised that she didn't rise in his arms.  He stood her on 
her feet to remove the half slip.  She was naked in his arms. 
Then he led her to the bed.  She watched as he stripped to his 
wristwatch.  His penis was not a complete surprise; but it was 
long, jutting out, and curved upward.  It looked surprisingly 
cruel for the maleness of such a kind man. 

He wished she'd given them more time, but the lady was always 
entitled to her doubts.  Tabitha had obviously had doubts.  "Do 
you have another gift that you don't want me talking about?"  She 
nodded.  "Is this it?" 

"Half of it." 

"Ninety-nine percent.  If the rest is the Kohinoor diamond, 
this is a hundred times more valuable."  He reached for the 
nightstand and drew out a box he hadn't needed since soon after 
they met. 

"No," she said.  He raised his eyebrows.  "I'm on the pill. 
Since November." 

"You've been planning this." 

"But I wanted to be able to back out." 

"It's a big step.  You still can.  Or you can wait 'til you 
get back from the vacation."  He suspected that he would run 
howling to the window and jump twenty-seven stories to the street 
if she did. 

"That's the other half. ... If you'll have me." 

"Have you?  You mean stay here?"  She nodded.  "How long?" 

"Until school starts again." 

"What will you tell your parents?" 

"I already told them. I told them that the trip home on 
Thanksgiving was hell, and that I felt more comfortable in a cold 
dorm than in an inhospitable house." 

"You figured that they would welcome a change of mind, and 
that I would welcome a sudden guest.  You kept your options 
open." 

"Plus, they needed to hear that, anyway." 

"What did I need to hear."  He climbed into the other side of 
the bed and pulled the covers over them both. 

"That I love you.  But I'd already said it.  I wasn't sure 
that I was ready to act on it yet."  She felt odd.  He was a foot 
away. Her parents, she knew, had long -- non-erotic -- 
conversations in bed.  This was as if she and Alex had just 
jumped into a decade-old marriage. 

"I love you too.  And I knew that you loved me." 

"I know that.  Both of those things.  And I knew that this was 
where our love was heading, my love was heading.  But I wanted to 
play with time.  The truth is that I planned this forever.  It 
was real fun to plan.  I think that planning it was the last 
thing that I gave up." 

"And now you have given it up.  The gift is mine?" 

"Absolutely." 

"You were right by the way." 

"Huh?" 

"It is half." 

He moved suddenly toward her.  Her excitement had gone down 
enough that she almost panicked, but a decision is a decision. 
She spread her legs.  He was kissing her forehead when he figured 
out what that gesture meant.  He laughed. 

"You are sweet, love," he said.  He kissed her nose and went 
back to her forehead.  He kissed the whole rest of her face 
before getting to her mouth.  Only then did he begin petting 
her. 

It seemed to her that he was starting over and moving slower 
than he had at the beginning, but the nakedness cut out many 
steps. She lay on her back.  He lay on his side against her with 
his erection lying casually across her thigh.  Instead of 
formally unveiling her breasts, he kissed a path down neck and 
shoulders to one while holding the other.  Only when he was 
sucking and licking on that nipple did his hand stroke downward.  
He stopped for a moment to play with the hair on her delta, then 
continued onward. 

Her legs were pressed together.  He abandoned her breast for a 
moment.  "At this point, having your legs spread *would* be 
convenient."  He returned to his sucking as she steeled herself 
to do that spreading.  When she had, he cupped that area with his 
hand in one motion.  Her legs closed again. 

"I'm sorry," she said. 

"Don't be."  He moved to her other breast.  Soon her legs 
relaxed in response to that sucking.  He stroked her outer lips, 
and she tensed again, but only briefly.  After a while, despite 
her remaining nervousness, she was hotter than she had ever felt 
before.  As he continued stroking, she felt the tension build 
that only her hands had ever brought on. 

He, too, noted the tension and found himself praying for the 
first time in years.  "Alex?"  she said. 

"Relax love" she heard.  "Trust me.  Let it happen."  She 
couldn't relax.  She did trust him.  Soon it happened.  He kept 
stroking and sucking through the climax.  That made it better 
than she had ever done for herself.  When she did relax, he 
abandoned the nipple and stopped moving his hand.  He kissed a 
sort of peck on her mouth.  "Lovely, dearest.  You did great." 
She thought that an odd comment when he had done it all. 

It seemed to Alex that there were more people in his head than 
in the New Hampshire Legislature.  A clinician checked a box and 
said, "Great, she's orgasmic."  A paternal figure and a teacher 
congratulated her on her accomplishment.  A lustful rapist 
struggled against the protective lover.  The foxhole Christian 
thanked the Lord, quite earnestly, for prayers answered.  As her 
breath quieted, he slipped one finger in her vagina.  One finger 
was a tight fit. 

"It is crass and boorish to pry," he said, "but I do need to 
know this.  Have you ever done this before?  I don't mean 
surprise Christmas gifts.  Have you ever had full intercourse 
with a man or a boy?" 

"God no!  Would I have held you off if I had?" 

"You would have had that right.  Never think otherwise."  He 
left his finger there while they shared a deep kiss with tongue 
licking tongue.  Tabitha had managed to surprise him with her 
gift, but he had certainly dreamed of her acceptance ... and 
worried about it.  Would his marriage to Lorraine have survived 
all the other problems if she had really enjoyed intercourse? 
Would she have enjoyed intercourse as much as she had seemed to 
enjoy petting if he had been gentler with her?  Tabitha was a 
jewel too precious for him to keep, but he would be *damned* 
if he was going to tarnish her.  "Dearest, you gave this gift to 
me?  It is all mine to do with as I wish?" 

She was startled at the question, even a little apprehensive; 
but the answer was clear in her mind.  "Absolutely.  I am 
yours." 

"Well, it turns out that the gift comes in a very tightly 
wrapped package.  I could rip it open, but I think the wrapping 
is rather nice.  I'm going to open it very slowly and carefully.  
I hope you take that as liking for the wrapping and not any 
disrespect to the contents. 

"You have given me two wonderful gifts.  The second means that 
we have time.  I'd like to take the time to stretch you.  That 
could be done (I'm depending on reading here) by your fingers or 
mine. I'd like to use another part of my body. 

"That is my choice, but you'll have to co-operate. 

"I should mention now that I love you.  It was part of the 
foundation of that last, but didn't get expressed. 

"From now until Christmas, you must tell me the absolute 
truth." 

"I will," she said as earnestly as possible. 

"And you must let me do with you what I wish. And you must 
warn me of any pain that you feel, however slight.  For we are 
not going to cause you any pain.  Oh, you might stub your toe."  
She grinned at the irrelevance.  "But not if I can help it."  He 
went from that speech to kissing her breasts again.  His relation 
to these was close to idolatry, but his present purpose was to 
crank up her id while her ego was wrestling with his recent 
statements. 


His speech surprised her.  She had known that he was kind and 
considerate, but her plan had been for a quick defloration 
followed by all the joys that the bodice-rippers had promised 
her.  On the other hand, he knew what he was doing.  She didn't 
*believe* the bodice rippers, not quite.  She had said that 
the gift was his, so the pictures which had accompanied her 
self-fingering weren't her right to demand.  Besides, his caring 
was part of what she loved about him, and his wisdom was another 
part. 

She was as surprised at his jumping from talk to action as she 
was at his speech.  The action, itself, was not a surprise; but 
the inaction, the lack of direct attack upon her genitals was. 
Then the sensations took over.  She pulled him to her for a kiss, 
and he came willingly. 

He finally broke it and kissed her neck and an ear.  He began 
stroking her vulva now.  He pressed the top where the lips just 
begin to part before delving between the outer lips to rub, very 
gently, the inner ones against each other.  He wanted moisture. 
He wanted her afloat but realized that she was still too nervous 
to expect that. She seemed liquid enough, however.  He rolled her 
over with her back to him before adjusting his position. 

"Keep your right leg way up there, love.  That's right.  Now 
arch your back a little.  The other way.  Let me.  Oh love.  I 
love you.  Now let me get my hand around here.  Do you feel me 
slipping back and forth in your valley?  That's it.  Now I'm at 
the critical point, so to speak." 

"Yes.  I can tell."  He was just nudging into the place she 
put the tampons. 

"Now what I had thought was that I would move forward until 
you told me to stop.  But that wouldn't work right.  I want you 
to promise that you will *not* be a brave girl....  I don't 
hear your promise." 

"I promise." 

"Okay.  Now move back very gently.  Stop when you think that 
there *will* be pain." 

"Like that?" 

"Oh yes.  Oh sweet.  Oh darling....  Is that still 
comfortable?" He could feel the tight band of her entrance on the 
very tip of his cock.  There had been more room for his finger.  
This was clearly a bad position for actual entrance, but it 
seemed a good one for stretching. 

"There's no pain, if that's what you mean.  My leg feels 
worse." 

"Okay.  Ease it down.  Sorry about that....  Did I ever tell 
you that I love you?" 

"I love you too." 

He petted her sides, her leg, and occasionally her breast.  He 
rested his left hand lightly on her back.  He asked about her 
classes and what she thought she had done on her tests.  The 
mention of tests tensed her up, which crossed his purpose for the 
conversation.  She got out all her negative expectations about 
her courses, however.  They had to be expressed once this 
fortnight, and he hoped that boil was lanced.  His watch said 
that they had spent ten minutes since she lowered her leg, but he 
wanted the tension gone. 

"Do you want a tree this year?" he asked. 

"Could we?"  Whatever she thought of her family, family 
Christmas was real Christmas.  A tree would make it much 
better. 

He smiled at the pleasure in her voice.  A tree would cost 
less than the price of the restaurant lunch that she had turned 
down. 

"Sure.  I'll put it up, but you'll have to come along to pick 
it out.  I have some decorations around here, but maybe we'll 
pick up some others."  She had moved a little at the suggestion. 
"Move back now.  That's good.  Press back as hard as is 
comfortable."  He felt a slightly greater penetration.  "Now tell 
me if it becomes uncomfortable.  Come to that, move first and 
tell me after." 

"Can I move now?"  He immediately removed his hands.  Was she 
in pain after all? 

"Go ahead."  She squirmed a little.  If anything, his 
penetration was a little greater afterward.  The squirming, 
however, teased his cock unmercifully. 

"There.  That is better, you weren't coming at me right."  She 
pressed back a little more, and took another millimeter inside. 
She thought about ignoring her promise about pain, but decided 
that it wouldn't work.  She could brace herself for the instant 
of pain.  She wasn't prepared to keep up this constant pressure 
if it would be pressure against soreness.  Besides, Alex should 
be in charge, it was his gift. 

He went back to his monologue about the office.  He wanted her 
neither worried nor excited.  It worked.  "Anyway, I may still go 
for FSA, but it's a long hard slog." 

"What's that?" she asked. 

"Fellow Society of Actuaries." 

"I thought you were." 

"Casualty Actuarial Society.  It's a different group.  Harder 
problems, but don't ever quote me."  At the next ten minute 
point, he pressed forward and entered a little more.  "Hurt?"    
 
"Not at all."  She pressed back a little.  He talked on for 
five minutes, but he stroked her breast more and rested his hand 
less. He drew back an inch, which was more than enough to pull 
himself completely out.  He changed his angle and stroked forward 
up her cleft.  He missed her entrance completely this way but 
brushed over her clitoris. 

She worried that this brushing threatened to bring her to 
another crisis.  Then she hoped that it would bring her there.  
She stiffened as the strokes in her valley and the rubbing on her 
nipples continued.  She tightened her legs together and shuddered 
to his motions.  He continued until she collapsed into limpness. 
Then he cuddled her until her breath returned. 

"I do not have," he said, "the words to express how much I 
love you.  You are the best thing to happen to me in my whole 
life." 

"I was just thinking that I was getting all the pleasure from 
this." 

"You couldn't be more wrong.  You are getting all the orgasms, 
but that will change.  I have never had pleasure to compare with 
holding your sweet, naked, responsive, body in my arms." 

"When will it change?"  She wanted his response, an 
affirmation from him deeper than his words. 

"Do you want it to be now?" 

"I'd like that." 

"Even though it will be outside you?" 

"Yes."  Indeed, his determination that her defloration had to 
be painless had become important to her as well.  It wasn't her 
choice, but it was a sign of his caring.  She didn't want it to 
go astray. 

Gladly, he moved away from her.  He hadn't known how long he 
was going to be able to hold out.  She just began to feel the 
loss of his warmth on her back before she heard him say, "Roll 
over." 

He climbed over her with his legs on the outside.  Her 
exquisite belly with its slight pad over her taut muscles was 
damp with perspiration.  His cock was covered with her moisture 
and his own precum.  He figured that this would be enough 
lubricant. 

He took her hand in his and wrapped it around the base of his 
cock.  Her touch was lighter than his own, and her hand was much 
smaller.  All the sensitive parts stuck out. 

"Just hold me like that while I do the moving."  He lowered 
his body so that he was just brushing against her slick belly.  
Then he let nature drive his motions.  The hour of building 
tension, the warm clutch of her fingers on his shaft, the 
friction against her skin, all pushed him to a rapid 
escalation. 

She felt sheltered by his warmth over her and around her.  She 
felt intrigued by the organ in her hand.  She felt honored by, 
and a little nervous of, his obvious passion. 

Then she noticed the look on his face.  He didn't look 
pleased; he looked in pain.  She feared for a moment that he was 
having a heart attack.  People did have them before forty.  Then 
the speed doubled, and he looked as if the pain had doubled, and 
juice squirted out of his penis.  She knew it was an orgasm.  She 
just had never seen a male orgasm before.  It was landing all 
over her.  Then he was done.  His organ shrank and softened in 
her hand.  She dropped it. 

His motion peaked with his desire, then he froze in position 
while his tension poured out with his semen.  He sagged above her 
while catching his breath.  After a minute or two, he climbed off 
her and went to the bathroom.  He returned with washcloths and a 
towel. 

"Lesson one for terminal virgins," he said.  She giggled.  
"Men create a *horrible* mess.  Lesson two, that makes it 
the man's responsibility to clean up."  He wiped off her belly, 
folded the cloth, covered a few areas which might have been hit. 
"Did I miss anywhere?"  She shook her head.  He kissed a nipple. 
"Are you sure that none hit here?" 

"I'm sure." 

He kissed the other nipple.  "Or here?"  She giggled.  He 
kissed her mouth.  That was a long kiss. 

"You don't need a reason to kiss me, you know," she said. 

"You are the reason to kiss you.  And I *do* need you.  The other 
excuses are just for fun.  Are you glad that I did that without 
waiting to be inside?" 

"I guess.  You frightened me." 

"I'm sorry.  I shouldn't have pushed for that." 

"No.  That's not it.  You looked like you were in pain.  I was 
thinking 'heart attack.'" 

"Don't worry.  I have the heart of a man half my age....  I 
keep it in a jar on the top shelf."  She laughed.  "You can't 
imagine how sexy your laughs look from here.  But don't worry.  
I'll survive my orgasms.  Someday we'll get a video camera, and 
you'll see how you look."  That idea didn't appeal to her at 
all. 

"Hug me so I'll know that you're alive."  They hugged face to 
face, and he kissed the frown lines off her forehead. 

"I'm alive.  You won't get rid of me that easily. 

"Look," he continued, "there are a few practical details.  I 
have to get the car off the street.  Before that I have to get 
your luggage.  Before that I have to know whether you want to 
sleep in here with me or in the guest room.  You might want to 
check out the larder and see if there is anything that we'll 
need." 

"I sleep here.  You won't get rid of *me* that 
easily." 

"I love you."  They kissed for a while before they got up and 
dressed. 

She went wild in the grocery, shopping as though they would 
eat in for the next two weeks.  He proffered a charge card and 
ignored the total.  Their next stop was a hardware store for a 
stand for the Christmas tree. 

He took her to a fine restaurant.  Back home, they took turns 
in the bathroom.  He noted her ratty bathrobe as an addition to 
his Christmas list.  She seemed reluctant to shed it, though. 

"Would you really rather sleep in the guest room, or even have 
me sleep there instead?" 

"No.  I'm being silly."  She started to remove the robe, but 
he removed it for her.  She had considered packing a warm 
nightgown but decided that it wouldn't get much use.  The slow 
removal of the robe bared her completely.  He kissed her mouth as 
he unbelted the robe and kissed each breast as it came into view. 
He hung his robe after hers, and returned to bed as naked as she 
was. 

The kiss was long and languorous.  Then he kissed down to her 
breasts and enjoyed them for minutes.  "Are you really mine?" he 
asked.  She nodded, already tensing.  He kissed down over her 
belly to the fur.  He parted her legs and kissed the insides of 
her thighs. 

She knew what was coming, dreaded it, longed for it.  He 
kissed her closed labia.  Then he licked them open.  Her legs 
tried to come together without any conscious thought on her part, 
but his shoulders were in the way.  He kept licking until the 
inner lips parted.  She shivered but said no word. 

The aroma and then the taste nearly maddened him.  He brought 
himself under control and licked her cleft until she tensed. Then 
he licked and sucked her clitoris as she shuddered through her 
orgasm.  As soon as it was over, he pulled himself up beside her 
in the bed.  He pulled the covers over them and lay with his arm 
over her while she recovered. 

She tensed under his mouth until her muscles began to hurt.  
Then she tensed again, and shook, and went away into herself.  
When she returned, it was to languor and his cuddling.  "Sweet 
Tabitha, glorious Tabitha," she heard. 

She felt feverish, she felt ecstatic, she felt loved, she felt 
curious.  "What were you doing to me down there?" 

"Worshiping you."  His voice was serious, not his teasing 
tone. 

"I should be worshiping *you*."  She did not mean an oral 
reciprocation.  Before she began worrying that he would take it 
that way, he kissed her deeply. 

"Ready to turn your back?" he asked.  Not quite ready, she 
turned anyway.  He hugged her in that position.  "I love you," 
she heard.  "Now remember that you are not to be brave." 

He waited for her nod.  She was so lovely that he sometimes 
feared he had dreamed her.  "All right," he continued, "I'm going 
to put some grease on myself so this will go more easily."  He 
rested the cold tube under his arm while he fit himself against 
her opening.  Then he greased his cockhead and fit himself 
against her again.  The extra lubrication helped as he eased 
himself just within.  "Now move back."  She did until he felt 
himself further inside than the afternoon.  "Be careful not to 
hurt yourself." 

She felt less friction this time, and could press back until 
she could feel the stretching.  Obedient, she stopped before 
there was any pain.  She felt occupied, however.  Part, if only 
the tiniest part, of her contained the tiniest part of him. 

He started petting her arm and speaking softly.  "We'll get 
the tree tomorrow.  We'll look at the decorations before then and 
you tell me what is missing.  The only limits are that the tree 
has to fit in my trunk and in the elevator."  Then after a pause: 
"What was especially good about Christmas when you were a 
girl?" 

She told about decorating the tree, about the year she got a 
bicycle, about the puppy that wasn't really a surprise -- she got 
to pick him out -- but was a delight beyond all the purchases 
since.  She wiggled during one part of that story and widened 
herself around him.  Puppies, however, become old dogs; and old 
dogs die.  She pulled away as she sobbed.  "It's years ago.  I 
shouldn't." 

"Yes you should, beloved.  It is right to mourn a friend.  
And, right or wrong, you can bring your emotions to this bed. 
Whenever you feel like crying, you can cry in my arms.  I'm not 
going to tell you that some tears are permissible and some are 
not."  She turned and burrowed into his arms.  Her tears trickled 
down onto his shoulder. 

"I'm messing up your design." 

"That was your second gift.  You gave me time to be gentle.  
That is my only design.  You may be tight, but the schedule 
isn't." 

She reached down and touched his cock, a gesture that made his 
heart turn over in his chest while it almost got her sprinkled 
again.  "This doesn't seem to agree." 

"That one has no sense of future pleasures.  I don't think 
with my cock.  He will enjoy himself ten-fold in time, but it's 
in our time."  She let go, which he thought wise if regrettable.  
After a while, she turned back around and nestled into his arms.  
They each pretended the other was asleep.  Soon, it was true. 


Part Two: Tuesday 

Alex was in the middle of a wonderful dream of holding Tabitha 
in his arms when the damned alarm ripped him out of it.  He 
swore, hit the snooze button on his second flail, and rolled over 
to try to recapture a little of the feeling.  He rolled into 
Tabitha's warm back. 

"Are you real?" he asked. 

"I think so.  What's wrong?" 

"The damned alarm clock.  It's hard to explain.  Let me kiss 
you like this.  My beard is too scratchy for the front of your 
head." 

"I'm not really awake yet." 

"That's fair.  Cuddle here and get some more sleep." 

"I'm going to cook you breakfast."  She was determined to 
emphasize her new status with the man she loved. 

"That's fine."  Scores of diners had people who were ready to 
cook him breakfast.  None of them were this cuddly. 

She felt his penis jutting between her legs.  It felt awfully 
hot to her.  "Do you want me to push back like yesterday." 

He hadn't thought about the morning.  It sounded like a great 
idea.  He added a little lubricant and moved to the right 
position.  "Now," he said.  She moved back a little.  Either she 
was a little looser in her sleepy state or he was a little 
smaller.  More of him fitted inside.  "Push back once more when 
the alarm buzzes again."  The comfort of her warm back and sweet 
smelling hair overcame the discomfort in his bladder.  He kissed 
her hair lightly until the clock buzzed again.  He could feel her 
pressure, but no progress.  After a minute, the buzzing got on 
his nerves.  His motion to shut it off separated them.  He patted 
her rump.  "I have to go, sweetheart.  Take care." 

When he came out -- shaved, showered, and in his underwear -- 
he found her in the kitchen, with a hot skillet and a carton of 
eggs.  "How do you like your eggs?" she asked. 

"Sunnyside.  Two.  Across from you."  He got what he asked 
for. On his way out, he arranged that any packages for him would 
be held in the room behind the desk until he asked for them. 

He dictated the Actuarial Department position on pricing 
associational groups the first thing that morning.  The draft 
would go to his boss and be signed by his boss's boss, the 
company actuary.  His secretary got his keys duplicated on an 
extension of her lunch hour.  His was spent shopping for more 
personal items.  He bought the warm robe and the sexiest peignoir 
he could find in white.  They would gift-wrap and deliver. 
Unsophisticated in so many charming ways, Tabitha was much more 
sophisticated than he was about art.  Dover print books, he 
thought, rather than something designed for a coffee table.  He 
found four that he guessed might to fit her tastes.  The book 
store sold wrapping paper as well.  He wrapped each one 
separately after he got back from his lunch hour.  That's what 
private offices are for, after all. 

Alex was not gone more than ten minutes before she ran water 
into his enormous tub.  The dorm showers couldn't compare with 
this luxury.  She washed between her legs and then touched the 
place he was stretching.  For all her words about a gift for him, 
she had planned the vacation.  Reality was going much slower than 
her plan.  She inserted a finger and pulled back.  Remembering 
his wisdom, she stopped just before it brought pain.  It seemed 
to stretch a little in the hot water.  Thoughts of his insertion 
excited her.  She soon had to abandon her stretching to move the 
finger to a higher point.  Her climax brought delight inside and 
a tidal wave in the water around her. 

She climbed from the cooling water to plan their first dinner 
at home.  When all preparation for cooking was done, she had an 
hour to spare.  She took a break to clean herself up and to 
stretch her entrance once more. 

He came home with that evening's restaurant chosen to find 
Tabitha ready to serve dinner.  The kiss more than made up for 
the change in plans. 

Over dinner, he asked about the Christmas decorations.  "Do 
you want multi-colored bulbs or only blue?  A tree of blue bulbs 
looks both spectral and special, but it doesn't look so 
traditional."  They decided on blue bulbs but multi-colored tree 
decorations. 

He ceremoniously gave Tabitha her own set of keys before they 
went out.  They bought any decorations that she thought they 
might need.  They found a lovely blue spruce in a lot which 
hadn't been picked over much because the prices were on the high 
side.  They got it up in the freight elevator and installed in 
its new holder.  He turned himself into her assistant, and she 
decided the location of every ball. 

Kissing in the room lit only by the blinking lights from the 
tree was fun.  But, then, they enjoyed kissing in most 
situations. Soon, however, kissing wasn't enough.  They hurried 
into the bedroom. 

He hung up his suit coat and tie after the dress, but she 
unbuttoned his shirt as he kissed her face.  He repeated the 
ritual of her bra, and continued kissing her breasts until she 
ducked into the bed.  Before he could fear that he had frightened 
her, she tossed her panties in the general direction of the 
chair.  He'd spent too long half-dressed, however.  "Brrr!" she 
complained as he hugged her. 

"I'll be warm soon," he said, moving back. 

"Better cold skin than no skin," she replied.  She pressed 
into his renewed hug.  The hug brought comfort to her but arousal 
to him.  "Do you want me to turn around?" she asked when his 
erection pressed into her thigh. 

"Not yet, beloved.  I haven't kissed this side yet."  He began 
on her forehead, slowly working himself down in the bed as his 
mouth sought hers.  While their tongues explored each other's 
mouths, their hands explored each others bodies.  "Please don't," 
he said when her hand wrapped around his erection.  "It is much 
too early yet."  Reluctantly he drew away from her soft lips, 
eagerly he sought her firm breasts. 

She rolled to her back as his lips pursued her.  Her back 
arched in response to the sweet suction, her legs spread to 
welcome his hand.  She tensed to his soft friction upon her lower 
lips, but also to the memory of a night and morning of pleasure.  
His suction on her nipples excited her, but so did the desire 
that she felt pouring out from him. 

Feeling her tension under his hand and mouth, he knew she was 
close to the brink.  He switched nipples to give her a little 
pause, and then called on all his skill to guide her over.  He 
licked the nipple as he slid his finger up her newly-widened 
tunnel.  He sucked hard just as he brushed over her clitoris. 
Encouraged by her gasp, he repeated the sequence twice more. 

She relaxed slightly as his mouth moved to her other breast, 
then she was penetrated by his finger.  The erotic promise was as 
exciting as the erotic reality.  Particular stimuli on nipple and 
clitoris merged into waves of general arousal.  The tension was 
becoming unendurable. 

Ruthlessly ignoring his own heightened desire, he stroked and 
kissed her until she was shuddering in his arms. 

Her tension doubled, arching her body and nearly blanking out 
her mind.  Then the tension broke into waves of joy. 

He was concentrating on her body so much that he almost joined 
her in her release.  Adorable when quietly sitting across from 
him, this girl was ten times as lovely when her spasms of 
pleasure brushed her across his torso and legs. He gasped as the 
moment struck her, but maintained his stimulating activity until 
she collapsed beside him.  Then he could contain his love no 
longer and he expressed it to her. 

As she came back to reality, lying gasping on the bed, she 
heard him crooning, "Oh darling, lovely Tabitha, sweet, sweet 
girl. You are so wonderful.  You are so sweet.  Darling, darling, 
I love you."  He did love her, she could tell from the arm 
arching over her, comforting her without restricting her 
breathing. 

He fell silent as her breathing eased.  They lay quiet, each 
unzipping the packet of love that the other had already sent.  He 
gently kissed her temple, just back of her eye.  She turned to 
give him a real kiss, then turned back and thrust her hips into 
his lap. 

"Again?" she asked. 

He once more lubricated his cockhead before adjusting himself 
so that it was against her entry.  "Slowly, please," he said. 
Slowly she moved back.  Slowly his tip entered her.  Very slowly 
it reached a new depth.  More than half of the helmet was 
enclosed as the tension increased.  Then she stopped.  "Oh 
darling," he said.  Then, "Did that hurt?" 

"No, but I'm afraid more would." 

"Then we won't do more.  I'm not certain that I can stand this 
much for very long." 

She worried that it was hurting him, then she understood what 
he meant.  She thought that changing the subject might help.  
"You didn't mind eating at home, did you?  I could tell that you 
were surprised." 

"Surprised and delighted."  It had been a good meal, when he 
had noticed over the distraction of having her sitting across 
from him.  "But I didn't bring you here to be my cook.  You must 
let me take you out more." 

"You didn't bring me here at all.  I invited myself."  She 
could feel some added pressure at that comment, as if he had 
stiffened more. "I'm not planning to be your cook.  I'm planning 
to be *our* cook, just as if we were a couple." 

"And I plan to take you out.  Just as if we were a couple.  Is 
that fair?" 

"It's certainly fair to invite me, so long as you do it far 
enough ahead so you don't interfere with dinner plans." 

"Would you give me he honor of accompanying me to dinner on 
Christmas Eve?  Or is that too short notice?" 

"The honor is mine."  Then his laughter triggered hers.  It 
was a long time before they could renew their tenuous 
connection. 

When they did, he felt that most of the glans was enclosed.  
They lay there for a while in their separate thoughts.  "Did you 
know that I love you?" he said. 

"I kind of got that impression.  Which is nice 'cause I love 
you too."  She yawned. 

"Enough for tonight?" 

"I think so.  I want to be held tighter.  Am I being 
demanding?" 

"You could never be too demanding for my hugs." 

Nestled against him, she felt his breath roughen into sleep as 
his arm loosened.  She enjoyed this embrace for a long time 
before she fell asleep herself. 


Part Three: Wednesday 

He awoke the next morning with Tabitha asleep on his arm and 
his arm asleep under her neck.  He spent ten minutes just 
appreciating his luck and her beauty before various needs drove 
him out into the cold.  A shaven Alex slipped back under the 
covers and next to her. 

She awoke to find him staring at her.  "You could have woken 
me up," she said.  "I don't want to miss a minute with you.  I 
missed you all the time yesterday." 

He remembered and laughed.  "In the car, I said that I would 
miss you this vacation.  You didn't say that you would miss me.  
I'm missing you less than I expected." 

"Were you hurt?" 

"A tiny bit.  Your surprise made up for it a million times 
over. Kiss me and I'll forgive you."  She did, then got up and 
grabbed her robe.  When she got back he asked, "Will you forgive 
me for going to the office if I kiss you?"  This was a longer and 
sweeter kiss.  Then he had to kiss his favorite breasts good 
morning. 

This was the first of five mornings ahead of them without 
office deadlines.  Both of them were determined to make it 
special. 

He returned to her mouth for a long kiss with tongues playing 
tag.  Half way through this, he clasped her mound in his hand. As 
he trailed kisses down to her far breast, he parted her lower 
lips with one finger.  He spread the dew upward in the slit 
before it was time to change breasts.  With the second sweet 
nipple in his mouth, he first rubbed the area around her 
clitoris, then brushed over it lightly.  When she stiffened under 
this treatment he kissed a path down to her curls. 

She brought love to their kiss and waited for him to heat it 
to passion.  Soon, her expectations were satisfied.  His lips and 
his tongue stirred her while his hand inflamed her.  She knew his 
mouth's destination when it began its journey down from her 
breast.  This time her eagerness for his arrival was unmixed with 
dread.  The kisses on her thighs tickled her as they aroused her. 
As he parted her labia with his fingers, his breath warmed and 
excited them.  She was stirred before his tongue ever touched 
her.  When it did, it soon brought ecstasy.  Wave after wave 
swept through her as he continued his caresses until she 
collapsed. 

He loved Tabitha.  He loved her beauty, he loved her 
thoughtfulness, he loved her cleverness.  He loved her intimate 
odor and taste.  But he loved her responsiveness most.  Her 
climax in his arms, evoked by his mouth, was as erotic an 
experience for him as any climax of his own had ever been.  He 
lay for a moment with his head on her lax thigh, then he moved 
beside her to snuggle against her as she recovered. 

Their silence held more love than she could express, but she 
tried:  "I love what you do with me.  I thought that you had made 
me come alive when we talked.  I wasn't alive before I was in 
this bed." 

"I love how you respond to me," he answered.  "You were always 
alive.  I saw it before I knew your name.  'That girl is alive,' 
I told myself, 'the rest of us here are zombies.'  You are more 
alive when sleeping than most women are in orgasm.  That's what I 
was watching.  A little breath, a quiver of an eyelash, the 
essence of vitality." 

"Only around you," she answered.  And, after a pause, 
"Speaking of around you ..." 

He laughed and made the preparations.  Her general relaxation 
was communicating itself to her most critical area.  Without 
increasing the pressure, he felt himself slide infinitesimally 
further in.  That sliding, unfortunately, was taking him nearer 
the edge. 

It must have had some effect on Tabitha, as well, for she 
began moving from side to side.  The results at their juncture 
was twofold.  He entered still further, and he reached the brink 
of orgasm.  He pulled back with the last of his volition.  
Turning on his back, he said, "Come lie on my shoulder."  Then, 
"Please don't, Sweetheart.  Keep your arms well above my waist."  
They spent a little time in that position before he relaxed.  Her 
breasts pressed into his side didn't help, but he couldn't reject 
that.  Finally, when she was almost asleep again, he said, "Good 
morning, love.  And does my lady care to join me in a 
shower?" 

She found the intimacy of being washed by him disturbing.  Her 
own reaction puzzled her considering that he had explored her 
most intimate areas with hand and mouth and penis.  Washing him 
was exciting in a different way.  "I think that area is clean," 
he said.  "And continuing to wash it will have unanticipated 
consequences." 

"What if I want those consequences?" she asked.  He merely 
braced himself against the wall above her head.  He arched above 
her, sheltering her without touching her.  She dropped the 
washcloth and brought her soapy hand to his groin.  His testes 
seemed to shrink away from her attention.  His penis was warm and 
responsive and smooth in her hand.  Then it seemed to get larger. 
Then he pushed his groin forward, and the penis throbbed in her 
grip.  After the first spurt hit her, she moved his organ to the 
side.  She felt remarkably powerful directing this dynamic 
response of this dynamic man wherever she wanted. 

As the water pulsed on his back, his essence pulsed out 
through her gentle grasp.  Merely remaining standing after that 
took all his effort.  When Tabitha finally removed her hand, he 
turned immediately and rinsed the area thoroughly.  He wiped 
himself quickly with a towel while she rinsed.  Then he got a 
bath sheet to wrap around his beloved.  She held it around her 
while he dried her face, and then kissed it.  That precedent 
established, he treated each section of her sweet body the same 
way.  He bared it, patted it dry, and then kissed it. 

Warm but damp, they rushed through the chilly bedroom and 
dived into bed.  The bed felt chilly, too, so they cuddled skin 
to skin as they waited for the sheets to warm.  Their breath 
mixed as their tongues played. 

Later, he pressed her back as he kissed every inch he could 
reach, saving the best for last.  The clean, warm, smell of her 
newly-washed curls just preceded the odor from her center.  None 
of the sweet, clever, things she had said to him was so welcome a 
message as the one of unmistakable desire which that odor 
conveyed.  His desire responded to hers.  He could not resist 
following the sniff with a taste.  Soon he was lapping her cleft 
and kissing its top. 

Her mind, already ravished by his response and his cherishing 
care, was ahead of her body for once.  Every caress, every hug, 
every lick, was a welcome confirmation of her mental arousal. 
Finally, he licked and sucked her clitoris until she spasmed. 
Then she was limp satiation, and he was warm comfort.  It was 
twenty minutes before she asked "Do you want me in the same 
position again?" 

This time the glans almost fit within her.  They lay in 
silence for ten minutes.  He petted her arm during that time and 
thought of the joys she had brought him the previous day. 

Her thoughts were bittersweet.  She knew that he would not let 
her stay with him forever; she would, she assumed, marry another. 
Someday she would lie with a husband upon the marriage bed while 
he told her that she was about to be hurt; but that was fine, the 
first time always hurt. 

When he asked her to push back again, she was tempted to shove 
hard and be done with it.  Instead, she pressed herself against 
him very gently and felt the slippery presence enter still more. 
Tabitha could have lain there in his arms forever.  They had 
things to do today, however, and she was determined to make him a 
good breakfast, well, brunch. 

Her thoughts continued in the kitchen.  She knew that he would 
never consider her as a wife.  Even if he had not been gun-shy 
from his first marriage, she was too jejune to be an effective 
corporate wife.  She wished he wouldn't resist her *playing* 
housewife, however.  She knew the difference between fantasy and 
reality.  The question was how she would ever settle for a normal 
reality after experiencing the fantasy with this extraordinary 
man. 

He dressed slowly, leaving the kitchen to her as her domain.  
He wished, however, that she would stop these flirtatious offers 
of her housewifely skills.  He had managed to resist ripping her 
open when she offered him the opportunity, but that time of 
temptation was short-range.  He wondered how long he could resist 
proposing marriage.  He wondered if she saw how much such a 
marriage would devastate her life. 

At thirty-nine, he had something to offer a nineteen year old. 
Not as much as her liveliness and beauty offered him, but he 
could plausibly tell himself that the gentleness, experience, and 
luxury that he offered were superior to what boys her age would 
give her.  But if his forties compared favorably to his anonymous 
competitor's twenties, that competitor would be in his forties 
when Alex was in his sixties.  "Let me love her and leave her," 
he thought, "because only leaving her will express any love for 
her."  More realistically, he expected her to outgrow him as she 
was outgrowing her parents. 

Over brunch, they laid out the next two days.  "Do you want a 
stocking?" he asked. 

"Not this year.  I think I'm claiming to be an adult."  She 
would have had one at home, of course; at home she would always 
be a child. 

"How about one present tonight, and the rest on Christmas 
morning?"  He knew that those rules changed from family to 
family.  The gifts celebrated Twelfth Night for that matter. 

"If you want."  There weren't going to be that many presents 
for her.  He had a fair number from others.  They had checked her 
dorm, and there were two packages waiting for her. 

They stood in a sea of small-fry to look at the mechanical 
displays in the store windows.  Soon the entranced children on 
their side of the window were more entertaining then the 
repetitive motions on the other.  After a quiet lunch, they drove 
up to her dorm to get her Christmas packages.  There was a 
message about a phone call in her slot. 

She called collect.  "You can call from my place," said Alex. 
"You don't have to call collect." 

"I have to call collect," she replied.  "They're mean, not 
stupid." 

"Hello, mother.  Merry Christmas." 

"Tabitha?  We were worried about you." 

"That's nice." 

"Are you sure you know what you are doing?" 

"I'm perfectly sure, mother.  You should have worried on 
Thanksgiving.  Did you know what you were doing then?  It wasn't 
hard to figure out." 

"Forget that.  We just wanted to know that you were safe.  And 
merry Christmas to you.  Did you get the package?" 

"Two packages." 

"Well, one is from Dobie.  I just did the outer wrapping." 

"Is he there?" 

"Want to speak to him?"  Tabitha could hear a muffled 
shout. 

"Dobie?" Tabitha said.  There was no answer. 

"Sis?" Dobie said a minute later.  He'd been running. 

"Thanks for the package.  I haven't opened it yet, so I can't 
be specific.  Did you guys get mine okay?" 

"They're under the tree, and I got a card from that Alex 
guy." 

"You did?  He didn't tell me." 

"Funny card.  Remember the argument about the metric system?  
He kept his mouth shut, but he remembered it.  Dad says that you 
stayed away to spend the time with him.  I dunno.  I think I 
would have blown up at the folks *after* Christmas." 

"You're a sweet brother, but mercenary as heck." 

"You're a sweet sister, especially when you're away long 
enough for us to forget our grudges." 

She laughed.  Dobie was so dependably unsentimental.  "Merry 
Christmas to the folks, and to you to.  Bye." 

"Bye."  And that got around the problem of actually speaking 
to her father. 

"You sent a Christmas card to my brother?"  She asked. 

"A funny one.  Twelve days of Christmas done in ten, under the 
metric system.  'On the third day of Christmas, my sysop gave to 
me -- three kilojoules, two French curves, and a partial with 
respect to t.'  You know."  She didn't know, but Dobie had 
appreciated it.  The call hadn't been as bad as she had expected. 
With it behind her and Alex beside her, she felt light hearted, 
as if it were really Christmas. 

Dinner was at a place new to her.  He tried to vary between 
introducing her to new locations and repeating an environment in 
which they had enjoyed themselves.  "This is where we ate on 
Christmas Eve," sounded like a possible favorite. 

She enjoyed the food greatly.  She knew that he made subtle 
distinctions, but "much better than dorm food" seemed to cover 
every place he had taken her. 

When they were home, they kissed and he slowly removed her 
clothes.  They went through the bra ritual.  Then he stopped and 
laughed.  "I think that we should change the rules," he said. 

"You can take off my panties from now on." 

"Thank you, darling."  He knelt to do so.  The sight of her 
mound and the smell of her readiness almost pushed him over the 
edge. He kissed the mound lightly once.  Then he let her find her 
own way to bed while he stripped as fast as he could. 

Once in bed, they shared a long kiss.  Still driven, wanted to 
kiss her center right then.  He asked her, "Must I make slow 
preparations this time?" 

The answer was clear to her.  She had given him her body to 
enter when he wished.  She was eager for his penetration, 
although she also mourned the long build-up that he had begun and 
was terminating in the middle.  It was his decision; it always 
had been.  "No, darling, do what you wish."  He climbed between 
her legs, but it was his mouth which touched her there.  Her 
confusion held back her response for a minute, but that response 
overwhelmed her when it came.  The release was a series of long 
waves which took her higher and higher.  It suddenly crashed 
taking her with it. 

"You are a love.  I'll be back in a minute."  She missed him, 
but wasn't tempted to move.  When he returned, he picked her up 
and carried her into the bathroom.  The tub was filling with 
water, but the bubbles had nearly reached the brim.  He dropped 
her feet into the water before lowering the rest of her more 
gently. "Take your time," he said.  "Such a lovely woman deserves 
all the luxury I can provide." 

The bubble bath *was* luxury.  She soaked in the water, 
and the luxury, and the love of the man who had provided it.  She 
took some time to stretch herself to accommodate him a little 
more.  It was easier this time. 

She was embarrassed when he came back, although her hand was 
hidden by the bubbles.  "I have to have someone else in the 
apartment for twenty or thirty minutes," he said.  "Could you 
stay in here until I come back?"  She nodded rather unhappily. 
These five days were supposed to be *their* time. 

A minute later, he was punching for the elevator.  The night 
man lent him a cart and helped him load it.  They took the cart-
load of packages up the freight elevator.  He made sure that she 
was hidden away before they piled the packages in the guest room.  
He stripped one of the guest twin beds, and the night man helped 
him flip the mattress over on to the other bed.  They carried the 
springs out into the living room and settled them with the head 
just beyond the tree's longest branches.  The mattress, and then 
the still-made mattress from the other bed followed.  He was as 
anxious to be rid of the night man as he had been anxious for his 
help.  A twenty covered both requirements. 

He smoothed the bedclothes and rolled the blanket and top 
sheet together against the wall.  He put a few, select, packages 
under the tree.  He turned on the tree lights and turned off the 
others.  He knocked on the bathroom door in his own robe. 

"I'm still in the tub," she answered. 

"Towel service."  He entered with a bath sheet covering the 
package.  She climbed out of the tub to be wrapped in terry cloth 
and in his arms.  He kissed her. 

She had found the bubble bath less relaxing after he spoke.  
It was one thing to soak as long as one wished, it was quite 
another to have to stay in the tub.  He was up to something.  He 
did not have a business appointment after eight on Christmas Eve.  
If he had, the tree would cause as much talk as her presence.  
The idea of bathing one doorway away from a strange man was 
disturbing on its own. 

She was less ready for him to dry her off than she had been 
the last time.  The kiss, however, worked its magic.  By the time 
she had been patted dry and kissed everywhere, she was ready for 
this man again, whatever chicanery he had planned.  Her present 
to be opened on Christmas Eve was a peignoir, beautiful, if 
utterly impractical.  She thought it was fair, Alex could dress 
her to be seen only by Alex.  She put it on. 

"Now, darling," Alex said, "you've given me three gifts this 
Christmas.  Even though I've used up a lots of the second gift, 
I'd like to open the first one on Christmas Eve.  Do I have your 
permission." 

"Certainly."  She counted it a little overdue, although she 
had enjoyed his solicitude.  For that matter, she'd enjoyed his 
preparations.  He led her out of the bath.  She turned toward the 
bedroom, but he led her on.  The living room was lit only by the 
tree; even the window curtains were drawn.  The bed caught her 
attention.  "Are you going to open your present under the tree?" 
She was laughing. 

"With your permission." 

"You already have my permission.  You are a horrible 
romantic." 

"Only when I'm thinking about you.  Nobody at the office would 
recognize me from your description." 

He stopped her at the foot of the bed for a long, wet kiss.  
Her desire increased as his tongue played with hers and his hands 
kneaded her hips.  When she drew him into a tight hug, she felt 
his stiff organ against her side.  She knew that he had wanted 
her for these four days as completely as she now wanted him. 

During the kiss, he felt her stiffness ease into a sweet sag 
against him.  Slowly, he unbuttoned her first button before 
kissing her all around the neck and collar bone.  He ended at the 
spot on the back of her neck which always made her shiver.  When 
he felt that reaction he returned to her front to hug her. 

More buttons followed and more kisses.  She felt it very 
difficult to support her own weight.  Then his kisses on her left 
breast reached the peak.  The thrill of his kiss straightened 
her.  The following licks tensed her again, but her knees weren't 
at all steady.  He helped her sit down on the very edge of the 
bed.  For a moment, she was looking at the bulge in his robe. 
Then he knelt. 

He returned to her breast for a moment.  He loved seeing the 
nipple straighten and quiver under his attention.  Then he went 
lower on her torso, unbuttoning as he went.  She eased back in 
the bed to give him access.  When he reached her navel, she was 
lying flat with her legs off the edge and spread around him.  He 
moved back up to the right breast and began again.  He kept 
unbuttoning until he ran out of buttons.  She was spread before 
him, protected only by the drape of the peignoir of maidenly 
white.  His path down from this breast was much faster.  He 
passed her navel on one side.  He brushed aside the cloth, and 
nothing at all protected her.  He kissed a path from the 
projection of her hip bone to the inside of her thigh.  He kissed 
her mons, then her outer lips and the tiniest edge of the inner 
ones peeking between. 

As he moved down her body brushing the cloth aside, she missed 
the shelter of him above her more than the frail protection of 
the peignoir.  She watched his head recede as she felt his kisses 
advance.  Then looking down was too hard and she stared up at the 
spectral tree.  His kisses had been a sweet torture ever since he 
left her breast.  The intensity of the torture increased when he 
reached her labia.  She stared up into the tree as the slow licks 
intensified her need.  Each time one of the lights blinked, she 
felt another thrill shoot through her.  But each time, she also 
felt herself wind tighter.  Then the lights all flew away as her 
tension exploded into orgasm. 

Lost in her scent and taste for a minute, he pulled himself 
together and started a pattern of licks and sucks to tease her to 
a climax.  He soon succeeded and watched her undulate in the 
weird light while he continued sucking. 

She lay on the bed as limp as the blanket beside her.  The 
lights were all back on the tree and blinking at random.  Alex 
was kneeling above her and kissing the valley between her 
breasts. 

He adjusted his position when she lay still, getting a throw 
pillow under his knees.  He anointed his cock once more with KY, 
although she seemed wet enough.  Positioned just right, he backed 
up and kissed her breasts until she spoke. 

"Alex?" he heard. 

"Right here, love."  He returned to her entrance and spread 
her lips with his fingers. 

"You didn't...."  He lifted the top of the entry as he slipped 
the merest tip inside. 

"I am now."  He pressed forward until his cockhead seemed 
enclosed. 

"Thank you."  The pleasure was all his as her tight walls 
enclosed him.  He pressed forward and felt the walls expand 
around his glans.  The tightness enraptured but frightened him; 
could she be this tight and not feel pain? 

She felt the intrusion, but there was no pain at all.  This 
inching forward was starting to excite her; she was being filled 
where she had never known she was empty, rubbed in places where 
she had never been rubbed before.  The mental arousal was almost 
as great; she was becoming a woman, possessing and possessed by 
the man she loved. 

Her slickness was his continuing reassurance; she could not be 
this wet and feel anything negative.  Her tightness was his 
continuing worry; she could not be stretched this much without 
some discomfort.  Her tight slickness was his erotic feast; the 
physical sensation of clasping friction was matched by the 
knowledge that he was opening his beloved to full sexual 
activity.  He paused in his entry to stroke her perfect breasts. 
The nipples were quivering in their rigidity.  He pressed his 
hips forward until he felt the warm friction resume. 

She was full of him, and he stroked her breasts.  Then he 
pressed forward and she was more full.  She saw his face looking 
strict in the blue light.  Then there was no more stretching.  
His eyes flicked up to meet hers.  They seemed to stream love at 
her. They were more than she could manage, and she glanced down. 
Staring at his groin was more embarrassing, although she could 
not see their junction. 

His eyes followed hers downward.  An inch of his shaft was 
visible between his hair and hers.  Her labia were stretched 
around his girth.  He kept watching as he pressed forward to bury 
himself within her.  His cockhead had passed the tightest clasp. 
He still felt that stricture on his shaft as the head was rubbed 
by a gentler touch.  Then he was fully in her, groin pressed to 
groin. 

She felt full.  She felt his hairy flesh press against her 
outer lips. As she looked up to see a smile break over his face, 
she heard him say, "I love you."  Then his mouth was on hers for 
a brief touch of tongues.  He moved out a little as he kissed her 
breasts.  She pressed his head to her for a moment, then dropped 
her hands to his shoulders as he began to move within. 

He struggled to maintain his gentleness as he stroked through 
that marvelous tightness.  He lost it when she started raising 
her hips up toward his in response.  He saw a shudder pass 
through her whole body just before her tunnel gripped him more 
tightly than ever.  The denial of four days, the love of four 
months, the want of four decades, all poured through him and 
gushed into her.  Her.  Her!  He was in his love, and he called 
her name as he pulsed.  Tab ... bee ... thuh!  Tab!  Bee!  Thuh! 
Then he collapsed. 

His slow strokes within her transformed her desire into 
sensual fire.  She wanted more, and raised herself into his 
thrusts to get it.  She stared up at the lights which were all 
blinking in unison and rushing toward her as wave after wave of 
relief shot through her.  Somewhere far above her, he called her 
name. Somewhere deep inside her, he throbbed. 

He finally dragged himself up and out of her.  The bowl of 
water holding the cloth was still a little warm.  He wiped first 
her and then himself.  "I love you," he said.  It was as true as 
it was inadequate.  First she, then he, moved up to normal 
positions in the bed.  They cuddled.  He switched off the tree 
and reached for the covers.  As he covered them both, she reached 
back for the most intimate contact. 

The tree and its lights were back in their places.  He was 
washing her in an extension of his care.  He put into words the 
love he had shown.  She gathered herself together to move to the 
head of the bed.  He joined her and adjusted the sheet.  She felt 
a little more of him seep out of her.  That was all right, a 
reminder of love.  When she took his organ in her hand, it 
stirred slightly.  She wondered how she could have ever thought 
of it as looking cruel.  Like the puppy, it was given her on 
Christmas Eve, it responded to her touch, and it loved her. That 
reminded her. 

"I love you, too," she said.


The End 
Wrapped Attention 
Uther Pendragon 
nogardneprethu@gmail.com
1996/12/22 
1997/12/18 
1998/11/12
2000/12/20
2001/12/24
2002/12/11
2009/12/26


For another story in which the man rejoices 
in his partner's response:
longest.txt
"The Longest Minute" 


This story is indexed in the subdirectory: 
mf.txt 
Mf: Older Men and Younger Women  

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