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 Chris walked back to his tiny apartment, his head roaring.  Beside him
walked Eun-joo, the friendly, Korean, sexy-as--hell fellow graduate student
from his department.  They walked through the brisk air and chatted, with
Eun-joo hardly suspecting a thing.  And why would she?  She was married,
after all.  Chris had no business to even think about what he was going to
do.

   Oh, but it would be such a regret to NOT try.  Chris had known the young
woman for years, admiring her ass, her legs, the sweet swell of her
breasts, her creamy skin -- not to mention her sense of humor and easy
smile.  He'd been in love with her for most the time he'd known her, though
the situation had never been right to ask her out.  He'd flirted, and she'd
allowed it, but he was a little thin and awkward, with thick glasses, so he
never really thought he had a chance.  Besides, she was always involved
with someone else, and then she'd gone and gotten married.  He attended
their wedding and had to swallow hard several times.

   He'd put a damper on the flirting after the wedding -- the flirting had
grown to be a harmless part of their friendship, or so she'd interpreted it
-- but after a while she came into his cubicle and asked why he'd been so
distant since the wedding.

   "Is it because I'm married now?" She said, a playful, hurt look in her
eye.  He'd smiled, and the silly flirting resumed.  Whenever she'd
mentioned her husband, Dale, was out of town, for example, he'd say
something like, 'well, now we can finally go out for dinner,' or something
like that.  She'd laugh and slap his shoulder.

   "Naughty man," she'd say, and wink one of her big, almond eyes.

   Little did she know the effect her mere presence had upon Chris.  He'd
breathe deep around her to catch a whiff of her perfume.  He'd watch her
when she didn't know it, noting how she moved, and the elegant slimness of
her neck and arms, and the way her hips curved beautifully into her torso.
There were other pretty girls around the department, but none as much as
her, nor with the psychological hold she bore on him.  He was artful with
his masturbation, and she was a regular star of the show.

   Eun-joo, of course, considered him a good friend, which led to the
situation they were in now.  She'd been married a year and had had her
first big fight with Dale.  She'd caught him surfing internet porn, and
he'd reacted belligerently, telling her that if their sex life hadn't
"dried up" since getting married he wouldn't have to look for it online. 
Hurtful words were exchanged, and the next day Chris found her crying on
his shoulder.

   "Sometimes..." she sobbed.

   "Sometimes what?" He said, patting her back.

   "Sometimes I wonder if I get married too soon," she said.  "I mean maybe
I don't know him good enough!"

   "There, there," Chris said, patting her.  The weight of her body leaning
against him aroused him, and he had to shift to avoid her noticing the
bulge in his jeans.

   Eun-joo's fight with Dale lasted another day, then another.  Each day
she'd come in and end up in his arms, and by the third day he was rubbing
her back.

   "Say," he said, setting in motion something he'd played in his mind a
thousand times.  "Why don't we go somewhere?  You like Lake Charles, don't
you?  It's frozen now.  We can actually walk on it."

   She wiped her eyes and shrugged.  "Why not?" She said.

   "Okay," he said.  "First we have to drop by my place."

   And they set off walking.

   They got to his door.

   "This is...  small," Eun-joo said, looking at the apartment, which was
actually a converted garage.

   "It's enough for me," he said, and opened the door.  Fortunately he'd
cleaned the night before and the place actually looked neat.  The tiny
apartment was dominated by his bed, even though it was only a twin size. 
She tossed her bag on it and he couldn't help but steal a glance.  How many
times had he envisioned himself impregnating her on that bed?  Too many to
count.

   "So," she said, "what did you have to pick up?"

   "Oh, just a map," he said.  Then he played his card, albeit a far-flung
one.  If it was meant to be it was meant to be, he reassured himself.  "Do
you want some tea before we go?"

   She shrugged and removed her coat.  "Sure," she said.  "That would be
fine."

   Chris smiled and brewed up a large pot of tea.  He removed a pair of
large mugs from his cabinet and gave her a steaming cup.

   'Wow," she said.  "This will keep me warm."

   They chatted, and she drank.  Chris sipped, but not too much.  It
wouldn't do for him to be running off to the bathroom, not if he hoped to
have a chance of this working.  They talked and talked.

   'Well," Eun-joo said, checking her watch.  "It's almost two o'clock. 
Shouldn't we get going?"

   "I guess," Chris said.  "Do you want anything before we go?"

   "Hmm," she said, looking around.  "Do you mind if I..." She pointed at
the bathroom.

   "Not at all, go ahead," he said, his heart pounding madly.  He reached
in and flipped on the light for her.  She set her mug in the sink and went
inside, closing the door behind her.  Chris took a deep breath.  He watched
his hands go to work.  First they unbuckled his belt, then untucked his
shirt, then, unbelievably, pushed his pants down.  In a moment he was stark
naked.

   Chris was a virgin.  The only brush he'd ever had with sex was in high
school, when he convinced the geek Vicky Duncan to accompany him to the
prom.  They'd kissed in the car because that what you do at prom, and then
they made a fumbling groping at each other because that's what you do, too,
and neither of them wanted to be the party-pooper.  It had ended when Vicky
finally, after an hour, reached down and touched his pants between his
legs.

   "Oh my gooooooodnesss...." she said, and then said she wanted to go
home. Chris never knew what happened.  How was he to interpret that?  Was
he too small?  He'd gone about school the next few days, worried that word
was spreading about him.  The only thing that happened, however, was that
some of Vicky's friends seemed to smile at him a little more often.  What
was behind those smiles?  He never found out.  When one of them tried to
say hi one day, he turned and ran away.

   He stood there looking down at his penis.  It hung there limply between
his legs.  "Don't shrink on me now," he said.

   He heard the toilet flush.  The sink ran.  Chris leaned up against a
chair, mustering all his courage and all his love of Eun-joo to keep
himself calm.  If it was ever going to happen, this is how it would have to
happen.  An overt act of seduction.  Sure, he was risking their friendship,
even alienation.  But he'd decided that it was worth the chance.

   The door swung open and Eun-joo came out.  For a moment she didn't see
him, and then she saw him standing there, a ray of sunlight across his bare
body.  Her eyes went wider and wider.  Then they fell impulsively to his
cock, hanging there, and her jaw dropped a bit.

   "Chris..." she breathed.

   "Eun-joo," he said, somehow keeping his voice steady.  "I want to stay
here with you this afternoon."

   She said nothing.  Just looked from his face to his penis, and back
again.

   "I want to make love to you," he continued.  "I'm sorry if I startled
you...  I just couldn't bring myself...  I don't know how to start this
kind of thing, not with any woman, not a married one, and, well, here's the
only way I could see trying it--"

   "Chris!" She said, recovering.  "Chris!  Put your clothes on!"

   "I'm not joking," he said.  "Just once, Eun-joo.  Just make love to me
once and let me put this thing inside me to rest."

   Her eyes swiveled back and forth between his face and penis.  Back and
forth.  "I'm married," she said.

   "Just once," he said.

   She stood there.  She looked at the door and then, he thought, at the
bed, then back at him, at his penis.

   "It'll get bigger," he offered.  "I think it would be nice.  It's not
the size of the wave, right?  Motion of the ocean?"

   "Bigger?" She said, her eyes widening a bit.

   "Yeah," he said.  "It's not really, well, ready yet."

   "Chris," she said, and he thought he saw a smile flash across her face.
"That's the biggest penis I've ever seen!"

   He shrugged.  She searched his eyes.  "Oh my goodness," she said. 
"You're not joking, are you?"

   "Are you?"

   "No!" She said, looking at his penis again.  "It's huge!"

   At this point his cock twitched.  Something about this new level of
intimacy between them, in which she knew his penis size, turned him on
tremendously, even though they hadn't done anything yet.  If things stopped
right here, and they went on as normal, and she knew how big his penis was,
that might be enough to keep him satisfied.  But of course things could
never go back to normal now.  The only question was what the new normal
would be.  All because he stripped off his clothes for her.

   "Oh, Chris!" She said, letting out a laugh.  "It's...  twitching!"

   "Sorry," he said.  "This is...  a lot for me right now."

   A funny look came over her face.  She grabbed her bag and her coat and
headed for the door.  He deflated.  She stopped near the door and reached
for the handle, let her hand linger there.  Then she locked it, and dropped
her coat and bag on the chair.  She turned and sauntered over toward him.

   "Lay down on your bed," she said.  "With me."

   Obediently he followed her instructions.  He laid on his back and she
laid next to him.  She shrugged and unbuttoned her pants, rocked her hips,
pushed them down, and he watched in water-mouthed amazement as she stripped
her garments one by one unttil she too was naked.  She propped herself on
one elbow and reached down for his cock.  She wrapped her fingers and palm
around it and began to stroke pleasantly.

   "Why didn't you just tell me?" She said.  "Save yourself all this agony.
Poor man.  How long have you wanted this?"

   "My God, Eun-joo," he said.  "Since about the first week I knew you."

   "You idiot," she said, smiling, and pulling a little more firmly.  "We
could have been...  fucking all this time?"

   "I didn't think--"

   "That's because you're BLIND," she said.  "I've always thought you were
so cute, all absorbed in this thing or that, your cute little butt barely
holding up your jeans."

   "Eun-joo," he said, finding conversation difficult.  He was half erect
now.  "Why didn't you tell ME?"

   "Because women don't do that," she said, giving him a tug that drew a
moan from his throat.  "If I weren't in love with you I wouldn't have let
you seduce me like THIS, either.  My goodness, how crass!"

   "Love...?"

   She smiled at him and kissed him, still stroking his twitching cock.

   "What about Dale?" He breathed.  "I have to ask..."

   "Shhh," she said.  "Just once...  then we'll just have to live with this
memory.  Can you live with that?  If not we should--"

   "I can live with it," he said, cupping her orange-size breast in a hand
and kneading it.  She bit her lip and smiled, and continued pulling on his
cock.  It was a runaway train now, in the final stages of growth.

   "Oh, goodness, Chris," Eun-joo said, as he ran his hand across her
smooth skin.  "You're so BIG...  who would've known...  so much BIGGER..."

   "Bigger than what?" He said, kissing at her neck, her ears, as their
bodies edged closer, and their legs hooked together.

   She chuckled.  "You know."

   "Bigger than what?" His kisses ran down to her breast, and she clung to
the back of his head and gasped as he found her swollen nipple and took it
in his mouth.  Her knee wedged under him invitingly.

   "Bigger than Dale," she murmured, and giggled.

   "He wouldn't like to hear you say that," he said.

   "If he could see us right now that would be the least of his concerns,"
she said.

   "What would his concern be?" Chris said.  She was stroking him in long,
hard pulls.  He found her pussy with his hand and rubbed it.

   "Ohhh," she moaned.  "He'd...  be concerned that in a moment..."

   "Yeah?  Yeah?"

   Eun-joo rolled to her back, her thighs spreading, her hips and back
arching.  She pulled his penis with her, and he obliged, rolling on top of
her, feeling her smooth, hot body pressing against his.  She stirred his
rod against her moist crotch.

   "He'd be concerned that in a second you're gonna be..." She pushed the
head of his cock against her pussy.  "RIght..." and she arched her hips. 
"Inside me!"

   Chris thrust his hips forward, and for a moment there was just wet
pressure between them.  Then, suddenly, the head of his engorged cock
penetrated, and their bodies shivered as they worked together to usher the
rest of his rock-hard dick into her pussy.  They moaned in unison as he
slid deep, all the way up to his balls.

   "OhhhhHHH Chris!" Eun-joo gasped.  "OhhHHH YES!"

   He grasped her ass with one hand and braced himself with the other,
fucking her urgently, his ass flexing between her milky thighs.  She ran
her hands up his back as he humped her and her knees worked against his
sides.

   "Oh jeez, Chris, OH JEEZ," she moaned.  "Sweet FUCK you're so BIG!  I
can't believe I've been hanging around this magnificent thing for three
years and haven't been FUCKED by it yet!  Oh, baby, yes, baby, YES!"

   Nine inches of steely cock burrowed deep between her hips, grinding
along the welcoming, slick heat of her vagina.  She hooked her ankles
behind his ass, drawing him in as close as possible.  If he withdrew too
far she'd flex her hamstrings and pull him back in.

   "Don't you leave me," she'd say.  "Don't you pull that thing out of me
yet."

   Their bellies slapped and slapped, and the bed creaked and groaned. 
Chris's cat, Snuggles, watched in horror from the bookshelf as her human
entangled himself with this other human.  Her ears flattened as they cried
out and moaned at each other, and in her feline way she wondered why humans
ever mated if it seemed to hurt so much.

   Of course it wasn't hurting them; all of Chris's neurons were devoted to
paying attention to the tight, hot warmth enveloping his cock.  His
landlord could have barged in at that instant and demanded six months of
rent and he wouldn't have noticed a thing.  Eun-joo swelled and arched
beneath him, her breasts brushing his thin chest.

   "Oh baby," Chris moaned, feeling a tingle starting deep in his cock.

   "Gettin' there?" She moaned, fucking him harder.  "Me too, honey, me
too..."

   "I'm not...  we're not wearing--"

   "A condom?" She said.  "Pull out just before.  Just before..."

   A little moan grew in his throat as the tingle grew to a pulse, then a
searing wave, filling his cock.  Every nerve in his joint seemed to be
alive and firing.

   "Oh baby I'm gonna--"

   "Not yet!" She urged.  "Keep going but not yet!  Oh I'm gonna come I'm
gonna come--"

   "I have to come out--"

   "Not yet!" She said, almost yelling it.  "Oh FUCK, forget it just come
INSIDE me, Chris, come INSIDE my pussy!"

   The shock of this statement drove back the orgasm momentarily, and she
looked at him questioningly as his rhythm tapered down.

   "Are you sure?" He said.  She smiled and nodded.

   "Is it...  okay?"

   She rolled her eyes up theatrically.  "I think so."

   He nodded.  "Okay," he said, finding the groove again.  "Let's do this."


   "That's what I like, baby," she moaned.  "Ohhh YES...  get it going
again..."

   As they reintensified, she blurted out.  "Chris, this isn't the best
time..."

   "You said--"

   "I know," she said, and then whispered in his ear, "but I want you to
anyway."

   "Ohhh baby," he moaned, his rod finding new energy, it's bulging head
surging up against her cervix, deep inside her hips.  "Ohhh YEAH..."

   "C'mon, Chris," she said.  "You love me that much?"

   "Ohhh baby," he moaned.  "YES I do...  I want...  I want..."

   "You want ....UNHHH...  what?"

   "I wanna put a baby in you," he said.

   "Oh Chris," she moaned, and her body began to quake in deep orgasm.  He
could feel her pussy pulsing against his cock like a bass drum.  She cried
out, clawing at him.  "I want you to come I want you to come--"

   He thought of her walking around campus, her belly bulging, everyone
assuming it was Dale's, but only he and Eun-joo knowing the truth.  He
could see her pregnant belly, bare, full of life.

   The first jet of semen came so hard that it hurt his cock as it exited.
Then came the next, and, as he gasped and arched his back into her, the
floodgates opened and his cock spewed jet after jet of hot cum into her
pussy.  It splashed about inside her, filling crevices, washing up against
channels in her skin, where it would wait.

   When he pulled out his penis flopped onto his belly, exhausted.  He eyed
it proudly.  They laid there in the afternoon light, holding each other,
listening to the cars pass outside.

   "You think we--it--" Chris began.  She put a finger on his lips.

   "Who knows?" She said.  "We certainly tried, didn't we?"
   "Yes," Chris said.  "Yes, we certainly did."