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   Old friends.

   I'd taken Friday off to do a little Christmas shopping.  It was so
difficult to find something for my parents and my brother.  I usually
needed a lot of time to look and even when I did spend a lot of time
looking, inspiration never hit me until after visiting shop no.  117.  I
had found something for mom, decided to give my dad a bottle of Single
Malt. He probably preferred whiskey instead of the usual new tie.  However,
I was desperate for a good idea for my brother.  I had just entered shop
number 99 that day when somebody tapped me on the shoulder.  My day was
about to take an interesting turn.

   'Hi John.  Hadn't expected to see you here.'

   I recognised the voice even before I turned around.  It was Tina.  We'd
had a six-month explosive relationship some five years ago and ended up
fighting like cats and dogs for the last three months.  We simply couldn't
live together, but for some strange reason we were still good friends, even
though we didn't see each other very often.  Maybe that was the reason.

   'Hi Tina.  How's everything?'

   'Fairly good, thank you.  And how about you?'

   'Nothing new, really.  Same job, same apartment, same problem finding
Christmas presents for the family.  Found something for mom and dad, but
I'm all out of ideas when it comes to Peter.  Got an idea?'

   'An electric nose hair trimmer.  Just what every bachelor needs,' Tina
replied with a grin, picking up a strange looking item next to me.

   'Sorry, but he's not a bachelor any more.  The poor chap got married in
May.'

   'Well, now.  Then I think you should give his wife some sexy underwear.
I'm sure he will appreciate it,' Tine quickly replied.  She was usually
never short of an answer.

   'You know I'm no good at buying clothes.  Sizes and all that stuff
confuse me.  "How big are her breasts?  Oh well a good handful",' I joked.

   My thoughts were suddenly drifting, thinking back at how good Tina
looked in very little and how long it had been since I'd had sex.

   'Considering the size of your hands, I'd say something like a B-cup. 
How come you grope your sister-in-laws tits?' Tina grinned.

   'Alas, even though she is a real foxy little thing, I haven't had the
chance.  I'm just dreaming.'

   'I take it you're still a happy bachelor?' Tine asked.

   She tried to make it sound casual but I was sure I detected some genuine
interest behind her casual pretences.

   'I'm still single.  I don't know how happy I am.  Work seems to be
taking all my spare time and it is seriously affecting my social life.  At
the current rate, I'll die as a young, wealthy bachelor,' I joked.  'And I
guess you're still with Harold?'

   'Actually no.  He suddenly jumped out of the closet and proclaimed that
he was gay and had met this gorgeous man, who turned out to be a 25 years
old bodybuilder.  I gather he's walking around in the kitchen dressed as a
French maid.'

   'You're joking, right?' I said, even though I had a fleeing suspicion
she wasn't.  There was a hint of bitterness in her voice.

   'Yeah, he's probably not dressed as a French maid.  But apart from that,
I'm not.  Maybe I should have become suspicious when he invited me to a
drag show or when he always wanted me to do it anally.  Maybe if I had let
him, he would have stayed straight,' Tina said dryly.

   'It must have been more than that.  I can personally vouch for the fact
that it can be part of a totally straight guy's fantasy.  Did he listen to
Liberace?' I said and added, 'Sorry, not funny,' when I saw the tired
expression on her face.

   'Arh, it's ok.  I'm over it now.  It's five months, three days, six
hours and 16 minutes since I kicked him out.'

   'Did he do it just like that or did he lurk around a little first?  I
mean, could he have picked up something and passed it on?  You can't be too
careful about that sort of thing.  Aids and all, you know?' I asked.  I
mean, you hear so much and there was justification for worrying.

   'No.  I've been tested,' Tina replied.

   'So, what are you doing here,' I asked, trying to change the subject to
something less sensitive.

   'Nothing much.  I work on the other side of the street and planned to
buy a few essentials on my lunch break.  Which means I have to run now. 
Are you doing anything tonight?'

   'Nothing whatsoever,' I replied.

   'How about bringing a bottle of wine over to my place?  I'll make dinner
and we can bore each other to death instead of doing it on our own.'

   'Sounds like a great idea.  Where do you live nowadays?'

   'Here's my card.  Seven o'clock?'

   'I'll be there.  White or red?  No, never mind, I'll bring both.  See
you.'

   Tina was already on her way out of the shop.



   When I arrived at the address she had given me I feared it was a
practical joke.  It was an office building in an industrial neighbourhood,
mostly occupied by smaller companies.  It didn't look like a place anybody
would live.  At seven Friday night, the place looked deserted.  I
double-checked the address on Tina's business card, but it was the address
marked as "Private".

   The label on the door phone said "TT enterprises".  I tried it and to my
relief, I heard Tina's voice.

   'Right on time, dinner is ready.  Hurry up here!'

   The elevator delivered me to the fifth floor and Tina greeted me at the
door and led me to the dinner table right away.  The starter was ready on
the dishes.  Tina was an excellent cook.  Getting really good home cooked
meals was one thing I really missed.  My cooking skills were basic and I
rarely bothered to cook for myself.

   'Are you living here?  And what is "TT Enterprises"?'

   'Well, Harold owned the house and I couldn't find an apartment. 
Technically, I'm living with my parents and this apartment is owned by "TT
Enterprises".  It's a company designed to work up a debt.  I sell the
company to somebody in need of a tax reduction and they pass the lease for
the apartment on to a new company,' Tina said and added, 'It's a little
more complicated than that, but you get the picture.'

   'Slightly immoral, but probably legal.  Nice place though,' I said and
looked around in the tastefully furnished apartment.

   'A little immoral, but what does a girl do when she needs an apartment?'
Tina said, sounding very, very innocent.

   'Yeah, I know.  I seem to recall similar problems a long time ago,' I
replied.

   'Ever wondered why it never worked out?' Tina asked.

   'I have, but I've never really been able to sort it out.  Maybe we were
too young.  It all seemed so perfect, until I moved in with you.  I've come
to the conclusion that we weren't cut out for living together.  Deep, isn't
it?'

   'Real deep.  Must be you.  I managed to live with Harold for three years
and four montha,' Tina grinned.

   'I guess you're right.  I would never have been able to live with a
closet fairy for three years.'

   'It's kind of difficult to be alone, all of a sudden.  Where does
someone like me go to get a date?  Where do you go?'

   'I can't remember.  I was dating a girl I'd met on my holidays some time
ago, but I wasn't joking when I said that work was killing off my social
life.  Come to think of it, it's almost two years ago that I stopped dating
her,' I said.

   'Christ, it must be a little lonely.  Nothing on the side, no
one-nighters?' Tina asked, casually.

   'No.  Haven't really got the time and energy to run around all the time,
trying to pick up some chick.  Besides, my right hand never starts an
argument and it never has a headache.'

   Speaking our minds, sexually, had been one of the things that had made
our relationship so good.  The frankness had made it so much easier to have
a good sex life together and sometimes it even added an extra dimension.

   'And it's always there when you need it,' Tina added.  'But my right
hand and a carrot demand a lot of my imagination in making up for the real
thing.'

   'You're getting the message across.  You need to get laid, right?' I
grinned, knowing her well enough to know that she wouldn't be offended.  'I
gather you're still dancing.  Can't you find a young dancer to help you
out?'

   Tina had trained to be a ballet dancer, but as she grew up, her body
grew "out of proportion", as they put it in the ballet school.  Mind you, I
found her proportions very appealing, but then again, I never understood
the first thing about ballet, despite Tina's attempts to teach me about it.
In other words, her arse and tits were too big to become a ballet dancer,
but she still loved dancing and had continued training.

   'No, they're all faggots and those who aren't, are already spoken for,'
she said dryly, 'and I'm no good at one night stands.'

   I didn't think Tina's sexual needs were particularly special, but she
did need a lot of time and effort to come.  She was special in the way that
she was the only girl I had ever met who could have more than one orgasm. I
had often continued to stimulate her after she had come and if she was in
the right mood, she could get several smaller orgasms, before it became too
much for her.  On top of that, she usually only required little preparation
time, before she was ready for the next major orgasm.  Also, she was the
only girl that had been able to make me come more than once the same night.
Fond memories filled my mind.

   'As far as I remember, we used to be pretty good together,' Tina
continued.

   'That is the way I remember it but it is a long time ago.  Who knows? 
Maybe we are even better now.'

   'We'll never know, unless we put it to the test,' Tina said, sounding
really technical.

   'You're right.  I mean, it would be a pity not to at least try.  Do you
feel up to it?'

   'It so happens that I'm extraordinary horny today.  I grew tired of the
carrot months ago and right now, I really need to get laid.  How about
you?' Tina asked.

   She was beginning to have difficulties, keeping up the technical
appearance.

   'The food tastes great, but I certainly wouldn't mind eating you
instead. Actually, I think I would prefer it,' I answered.

   'Well, be my guest.  Get it while it's hot,' Tina said.  She no longer
sounded technical, just horny.

   I wiped my mouth on the serviette and got up.  Tina sure looked good
enough to eat.

   'We'd better clear the table,' I said, still keeping up appearances.

   'No, you can have the dessert at the conference table in the board
room,' she said and opened the door to an adjacent room, equipped with a
large table and comfortable looking leather chairs.  'It came with the
lease and I've never known what to use it for.'

   'It's the perfect place to enjoy a sweet dessert.'

   I walked up behind her and took the hem of her blouse and began to ease
it up.  Tina willingly and gracefully raised her arms as if she was doing a
pirouette.  Underneath, she had a very flimsy bra, hardly capable of
containing her tits.  It was so tempting just to grab them, but I knew her
and had planned a different strategy.

   I gently kissed her neck and shoulders, then turned her around and
kissed the exposed skin of her chest and stomach.  Tina shivered in
anticipation.  She loved a slow start.  I made sure to kiss every square
inch of her tits not covered by her bra.  Tina put her hand on the back of
my head, trying to pull me closer, but I gently removed her hand.

   When I felt I had spent enough time on her tits and stomach, I took her
skirt off.  Her knickers matched her bra, and, when I turned her around, I
was delighted to see that they only just covered half her lovely buttocks.

   My light kisses on her buttocks raised goose bumps all over her body.  I
continue a little down her thighs before I turned her around again and
kissed the front of her thighs as close to her crotch as her knickers
permitted.  The fragrance of her arousal was lovely and I could feel the
moist heat from her crotch on my cheeks.

   She had already kicked off her shoes and wasn't wearing any stockings.
All that remained was her bra and knickers.  I stood up and admired her
well-conditioned body.

   'You look so incredibly sexy.  Somehow, I think you planned this,' I
said.

   'I did have a vague idea about what might happen,' Tina admitted, 'you
know, "be prepared".'

   'Oh yes.  If only it had been like that when I was a Boy Scout.'

   Tina had taken advantage of my temporary distraction and unbuttoned my
shirt.  She swiftly pulled it off, before I once again remembered what I
was doing.  Her bra clasped in the front and even though I hated bra
clasps, I manage to get it open on first attempt.  Tina's lovely tits
literary fell out of the diminutive bra.  They were still gorgeous.

   Her nipples were already standing out, looking like raspberries on top
of a blancmange; a perfect desert ready to eat.  I made an exception and
went directly for the kill, sucking in Tina's left nipple and chewing it
lightly.

   Tina sighed, apparently pleased with my decision.  Again, she put her
hands on my head and pressing my face into her soft breast.  I removed her
hands and let go of her nipple.

   'Easy now.  You'll get your chance to set the pace later,' I said.

   'Just go on then.  I'm so horny and I want to be a really naughty girl
tonight,' she moaned and pinched her nipples impatiently.

   'It sure looks naughty when you play with your nipples, but wouldn't it
be better if you let me take over?'

   'Yes pleeeease.'

   I took her nipples between my fingers and squeezed them lightly,
gradually increasing the pressure.  Tina didn't get of on bondage or
anything like that, but she loved it when I gradually squeezed her nipples
harder and harder and then let go all of a sudden.  Her nipples were big
and succulent, and I think it was the feeling of the blood returning that
gave her the kick.

   'Squeeze them.  Harder!  Yeeees!  More,' Tina moaned.

   The trick was to increase the pressure very slowly to avoid hurting her.
It took some time, before my thumb and index finger had closed in as hard
as I dared.  Then I released them.  Tina moaned loud and threw her head
back.

   Her nipples became swollen and very red.  I knew from experience that
they also got much more sensitive.  I sucked them lightly, one at a time,
for a few seconds each, prompting Tina to moan loudly again.

   As I tugged her knickers down over her shapely buttocks, I realised that
the auburn patch of pubic hair she'd had before was all gone.  Her crotch
was a bare as the day she was born.

   'Ah, I see you have a new habit.'

   I moved around her, admiring her neatly shaved crotch from above and
both sides.  She spread her legs a little.

   'I got a little carried away, while I was waiting for you to arrive.  Do
you like it?'

   'It looks very sexy and there'll be no hair in my dessert.  Wonderful!'

   She turned round and bent over with her legs a few inches apart.  Even
though her outer lips were swollen and puffy, her inner lips protruded in
that position.  They were also swollen and glistening with her juices,
peaking out between the freshly shaven outer lips.

   Now that she was standing in that position, I began with her back,
kissing her buttocks.  She purred and wriggled her arse a little, trying to
make me kiss her pussy as well, but to no avail.  Turning her around, I
kissed her hips and continued over the top of her pussy.  Tina spread her
legs more.  I kissed my way down the inner part of her left thigh and up
her right thigh.

   Finally, I was at the primary target for both of us.  I let my tongue
trail over her outer lips, feeling how closely she had shaved.  She had
done a really thorough job of it.  I almost regretted she had done it
before I arrived.  It could have been very arousing to see or even
participate in that event.

   Tina moaned impatiently as I continued to kiss and lick her outer lips
lightly.  I stopped and looked at her.  It was a really sexy view I had,
kneeling between her legs and looking up: Her swollen, bare lips, her heavy
tits and her face, all expressing sighs of arousal.

   'Do you want to be really naughty,' I asked her.

   'Yes,' she sighed.

   'Lean against the table and spread your lips for me.  Show me how wet
you are,' I said smoothly.

   Tina gave me a horny look and stepped backwards.  She leaned against the
table, spreading her legs wide.  With one hand, she spread the outer lips
while the other parted the delicate inner lips.

   'See?  See how wet I am,' she panted.

   Her fingers manipulated the inner lips, exposing her big clit.

   'Here's your dessert.  Come on.  Lick it, chew it,' she commanded,
trying to take control.

   'It really does look ripe.  Does it taste as good as it looks?'

   Tina licked her lips very sensually and let a finger slide down through
her slit and dipped it in the well.  Then she offered it to me.  I licked
it like I would lick an asparagus, slowly sucking the juices from her
finger.

   'Uhmmm, delicious,' I said.

   'Then come and get it,' she said and showed an example of the benefits
of years of ballet training, lifting her right leg up parallel with her
chest.  In a strange way, this kind of performance was very sexy, not so
much because it looked sexy, but because it was unusual and because she was
so open, so exposed.

   I knelt in front of her and licked the outstretched skin between her
pussy and tiny, crinkled rosebud.  I remembered it was very sensitive when
she spread herself this way.  My tongue moved upwards, drilling into her
vagina before closing my lips around her clit.

   'Yeeess,' Tina moaned.

   I liked her clit for as long as she was able to stay in that acrobatic
position, which was about a minute.  Much to her own dismay, she had to
bring her leg down.

   'My turn now.  You have much too many clothes on,' she said.

   She pulled me up and proceeded to unbuckle my belt.  She was in a hurry
and had no time to be as ceremonious about undressing me as I had been,
undressing her.  Within a few seconds she had pulled down my trousers and
briefs.  Kneeling in front of me she pulled my socks off as well.  It had
always been her opinion that a man with socks on - and nothing else - was
absolutely unsexy.

   She stayed down there and looked up at me or rather, at my hard cock.

   'You should consider shaving your balls,' she said, thoughtful.

   'I'm not very keen on playing with a razorblade down there.  It could
seriously jeopardise my future as a father.'

   'Ah, still using an old razor, right?  There's new invention called the
electric shaver.  We'll take care of that some other time,' Tina said.

   She proceeded to run the tip of her tongue up the shaft.  My foreskin
still covered most of the head and she stopped before she reached the
exposed part.  Slowly, she licked the foreskin all around the head.  I
could feel her hot breath.  The exposed part of the head was wet from the
precum I'd already produced.  Moving closer she began to lick around the
rim of my foreskin, licking the precum off.  She finished off by darting
her tongue into the tiny hole from which the precum oozed.  It felt
painfully good.

   I watched fascinated as her lips closed around the head.  They closed
tightly, pressing the foreskin away and exposing my sensitive head to her
soft and very active tongue.  It felt like a million tongues were licking
the head at the same time.

   'Wow, wow, wow!  Easy now.  You'll get your dessert a little too
quickly,' I gasped.

   Tina let go for a second.

   'It's my turn now and I think I remember when to stop,' she grinned.

   Once more, I watched as my cock, or a part of it, disappeared into
Tina's hot mouth.  She took me to the absolute limit before she stopped and
got up.  Frustrating but also extremely exciting.

   'Make me really wet,' Tina demanded and lay down on the conference table
with her buttocks resting on the edge, legs apart and feet on the table.

   She was already dripping wet, but I needed the break, and she needed
more to get even close to an orgasm.  It was time to concentrate on her
clit and I began battering it with my tongue.  Tina loved my tongue
directly on her clit; not too fast, not too slow.  My recollection of speed
and intensity was rusty but she coaxed me until I had found the right
rhythm.

   During the next five minutes, her moans grew louder and louder.  She was
more vocal than I remembered; but then again, we were probably the only
people in the building.  Had there been others, we would surely have been
interrupted by the police, thinking a violent crime was in progress.

   My tongue was beginning to tire and Tina was becoming very excited, her
hips bucking, which made it more difficult for me to keep my tongue on
target.  I straightened my back and moved in between her legs.

   My thumb took over where my tongue had stopped and with the other hand,
I positioned myself at the very slippery entrance to her vagina.  My cock
sank in to the hilt in one long push.

   'Yeeessss.  This beats a carrot any day,' Tina hissed.

   'I'm really flattered.'

   'You should be.  I used a big carrot.' She grinned and pushed herself
against me.  'God, I've missed this.  Just shut up and fuck me.'

   'Yes ma'am!'

   I did.  We did.  Fast, then slower when I was getting too close. 
Sometimes, I would just keep the tip of my cock at the entrance, teasing
her.  My thumb kept a steady rhythm on her.  She was really vocal, moaning
and whining until she suddenly went quiet.  She had to concentrate to get
her orgasm and I slowed down to be able to keep the rhythm until she was
there.  It distracted her if I had to slow down in the middle of it all. 
It was reflex on my part, but made me smiled; it was probably true that she
was no good at one-nighters.

   Watch her build up to her climax was arousing.  She was biting her lip,
her eyes closed, and every muscle in her body grew tense.  When she stopped
breathing, I knew she was almost there.  The muscles in her stomach began
to convulse.  Her fists clenched the edge of the table.  She looked like
she was going to pass out from the strain of concentrating and I was pretty
sure she would one day, but she didn't pass out this time.  Just before she
ran out of air, her body trembling from the strain, she suddenly inhaled.
Her stomach convulsed and her hips began bucking wildly.

   'Yes.  Yes!  YESSSSSS,' she whimpered, growing into a screaming
crescendo.

   It was really hard for me to hold back, but I wanted to.  This wasn't
going to be the end of the night.  I pressed my thumb against her clit and
kept it there until she had calmed down a little.  Then I began rubbing
again.

   'Oh God,' Tina wailed and had another spasmodic attack, slightly milder
than the first, but still heavier than I had expected.

   I waited a little longer this time, basically because I was afraid of
coming myself, and I would have done if her pussy muscles squeezed my cock
one more time.  But I got over it and rubbed her clit again.

   'On no.  I don't think I can take - Oh God,' Her back arched, caught up
in another aftershock.  I kept rubbing her clit this time until she
couldn't take any more and pushed my hand away.

   It kind of drained her a little.  I leaned over her and kissed her
deeply.

   'This part of the test was definitely a success,' Tina panted.

   'Absolutely.  Should we have coffee, before we go on?'

   'I had...  Do you remember the first time I blew you?  You know, when
you surprised me and came in my face,' Tina gasped.

   'Yeah I do.  You got mad because I didn't warn you.'

   'It turned you on to come all over me, didn't it,' she said with a
naughty smile.

   'Well, yes, I guess it did,' I had to admit.

   'I know I was mad at you that time, but this afternoon, I was kind of
fantasising about being really slutty.  The thought of you coming all over
me sort of turned me on,' Tina said.

   I raised myself on my arms and began to move slowly in her.

   'Sounds really naughty, but I also want to come in you and with you,' I
said.

   'Uhhm,' She closed her eyes.  'You can do that later.'

   'God Tina, I don't have the vigour of youth any more.  I don't think I
can do it twice in one night,' I said.  'Maybe we should break for coffee
while we can.'

   'Come on, you're not that old.  If I can't get you up again, I don't
deserve another orgasm.  Come on!'

   Determined, she locked her legs behind my back leaving me no choice but
to follow her rhythm.

   'I want you to shower me with your cum,' she moaned, urging me with her
legs to move faster.

   There was no way out.  I knew that I had to give in.  'God, you're so
naughty.'

   'Yes, and you love it.  You want to see me with cum all over my face. 
Oh yessss fuck me!  You want to come on me,' Tina gasped.

   It was a short, wild ride.  When I pulled out of her, she slipped down
on the floor in front of me.  She grabbed the shaft and began to masturbate
me rapidly, licking the head at the same time.

   'Oh God, here it comes,' I managed to gasp, just before the first jet
splashed out on her tongue.

   She moved back an inch or two and closed her eyes tightly.  The next
shots splattered out on her face, making her gasp and shudder.  She was
right; it did look kinky and arousing.  I felt my knees grow weak and had
to put my hands on the table to steady myself.

   'Oh my God.  You'd really saved up to make this a rainy day,' she said,
her eyes still tightly shut.

   I looked down on her.  She had streaks of cum running down her face and
chest.  Some in her hair, too.  Tentatively, she tried to open her left
eye, which somehow had avoided most of the shower.

   'I gotta see this,' she said and got up.

   We went into the bathroom and Tina studied her own reflection in the
mirror.

   'What a mess you made.  Don't you ever masturbate?' she asked.

   'I do, but I'm equipped with an automatic refill mechanism.'

   'It looks so kinky, but I think I'll clean up a bit.  Then we can get
some coffee while you refill.'

   'You drained the last reserves, love.  I don't want to sound
pessimistic, but it is questionable if the refuelling will be completed
this side of midnight,' I said.

   'Don't worry.  I have a few things up my sleeve,' she grinned.

   'Considering you are stark naked, I can't possibly imagine what you can
be hiding up your sleeve.'

   'You'll see,' she replied.



   We put on a few pieces of clothes while the machine brewed the coffee. I
pulled Tina close to me.

   'I didn't realise how much I've missed you until now,' I said.

   'Uhm.  I don't think there is anybody that can make me come like you
can,' Tina replied.

   'It's more than just sex,' I said.

   Tina didn't reply.  The end of our previous relationship had been
dramatic.  We had an argument and we were both very upset.  Suddenly Tina
picked up an ashtray and threw it at me.  She had no intention of hitting
me, at least, that was what she said, and somehow I believed her.  It was
meant as a theatrical gesture, but the heavy ashtray hit me on the head. 
Luckily, it skipped off, but I was knocked out cold and had to be taken to
hospital to be stitched together with 4 stitches.  We both knew that if it
had hit me directly in the face, the damage could have been serious,
possibly fatal.  That episode scared the hell out of both of us.  I moved
the next day.

   Tina had been quiet while I was thinking, perhaps thinking about the
same thing I was.

   'I think the coffee is ready,' she said.

   It didn't take long to forget the past again.  We talked about work,
friends, holidays and all sorts of things that old friends talk about when
they haven't seen each other for a long time.  Time just flew, as it does
in good company.  I think we talked for a couple of hours before Tina
brought up the topic of sex again.

   'Aren't you curious about what I had up my sleeve?' she asked, returning
from the kitchen with more cookies.

   'Oh dear,' I sighed.  'Well, maybe a little, even though I feel
drained.'

   'Drained is probably the right word,' Tina laughed.  'But I'm sure you
have build up new reserves.'

   'I'm afraid you are overestimating my virility.'

   'I'll bet you I can make you hard again.  Tell you what; if I can't make
you hard again, I'll volunteer as your sex-toy for one night.  And I'll do
anything you say.' She excited making the proposal.  I suspected she would
loose the bet on purpose.

   'That sounds very interesting and even a little indecent.  Maybe a
little risky on your part; aren't you afraid that such an offer would
counteract your efforts?'

   'I know I'm irresistible,' she grinned.

   'Still, you might fail.  Are you really ready for what I might have in
store for you, if you loose?'

   I teased her, not really knowing what I could possibly want to do that
she might dislike.

   'Maybe I have a secret fantasy about being abused by a man like you. 
Maybe I want to be forced to do - things,' she said.

   'Maybe I have developed into a sadistic monster, who loves to molest
pretty girls.'

   'I seriously doubt that,' Tina laughed.

   I was just about to say something about Harold, coming out of the
closet, but it that would have been cruel.

   'OK, maybe I exaggerated a little.  Maybe I will tie you up and take
advantage of you.'

   I was a little unsure if she really had such a fantasy.  I had never
though about myself as a dominant type.  Inflicting pain on somebody I
loved didn't seem logical to me.  I had tried to tie Tina's hands to the
bedpost and blindfold her once and it had been exciting, but I think it was
one of the few times that our inhibitions stopped us from doing something
sexual.  At least on my part.  Some of our friends had talked about it and
we tried it.  None of us dared to admit that it had excited us.  We
dismissed it as "a little comical", but I had to admit to myself that it
had been very exciting and I couldn't recall Tina coming so fast before or
after.  We never got to the part were Tina was going to tie me up and have
her way, even though I found the thought of that titillating as well.

   'That sounds more like it!  Do we have a bet?' she asked.

   'We do,' I agreed.  'So, what do you have up your sleeve?'

   She had put on a robe after we had made love and now she shook the right
sleeve a little.  A carrot fell out and landed in her lap.  She took it and
got up.

   'You haven't seen the bedroom yet,' she said.

   I could feel my cock twitch, just a little, but it did twitch.  I'd had
a fantasy about seeing a girl masturbate for many years.  I couldn't recall
telling her about it, but many men have such fantasies, judging from the
contents of porn flicks, so I assumed she was guessing.

   We entered the bedroom.  She held up the carrot.  'What do you think I
want to do with it?'

   'Well, you might want to have a snack, but since you are such a polite
person, you would have offered me a carrot, too.  Now, what could you want
to use a fairly big, peeled carrot for?' I said and looked very thoughtful.
'No, I give up.  You'll have to tell me - or show me.'

   She lay down on the big bed.  'Sometimes, when I'm alone in the evening,
I feel so horny and my imagination begins to take over.'

   She untied the belt, holding the robe together.

   'I always have a small bottle of baby oil near the bed and then I get a
carrot from the kitchen.'

   She reached over to the nightstand and picked up a bottle.  Her robe
fell open.

   'I like my tits to be slick and slippery,' she said.  'But maybe I
should get rid of this first.'

   She slipped out of the robe and threw it on the floor.  Back on the bed
she poured oil out on her tits.  Slowly, she began to rub it in, kneading
them thoroughly.

   'If I'd been alone tonight, I would probably fantasise about what would
happen if I lost my bet.'

   Her hands cupped her breasts and squeezed them, pressing the areola and
nipples out.

   'You would tie me to the bed, blindfolded and helpless.  I would be able
to hear you and smell you but not see you.  You'd rub your cock on my face.
You'd make me kiss it and lick you balls before you forced it into my
mouth.'

   It sounded as if she was trying to imagine what I would fantasise about,
more then telling me about her own.  It was somehow disappointing.  I mean,
I can fantasise on my own.  Her fantasies were what I wanted to hear.  But
then again, I wasn't really sure if I wanted her to win this wager. 
Perhaps it was her fantasy.  After all, even if we did know each other
pretty well she had no way of knowing what I dreamed about.

   She continued kneading her breasts for a while, slowly getting more and
more aroused.  Gradually, her story began to sound like her own fantasy in
my ears.

   'I feel your hands all over my body.  You grab my tits and knead them -
hard.  Your fingers tweak my nipples, making them sore.  So wonderfully
sore and sensitive.'

   Her hands and fingers mimicked her words, pulling and twisting her
slippery nipples.  I was very tempted to join her on the bed already, but I
wasn't even at half mast.

   'I'm left to your mercy.  Your hands are everywhere.  You slide a finger
inside me and you can feel how wet I am,' she moaned as her index finger
disappeared from my view.  'You untie me...  and turn me around.'

   She got up on her hands and knees, turning her curvaceous arse towards
me.  I loved her arse and she knew it.

   'I can feel you behind me, feel your cock.  You are going to take me
like a dog.'

   Her breathing was quickening.  She had picked up the carrot and inserted
about an inch into her pussy.

   'You're going to take me hard.'

   She moaned and plunged down on the bed.  The carrot was forced into her,
all of it.  'So deep.  Your fingers rub my clit.'

   Tina was aroused.  Still, she was observing me and almost before I had
noticed myself, I could see on her smiling face that she had won the bet.
Miraculously, my cock was rising again.  It distracted Tina.  Reality
superseded her fantasy.

   'I won,' she panted, looking at me over her shoulder.

   I had been standing next to the bed, a few feet from the edge.  Tina
turned around and waved me closer.

   'I'd better do the rest of the hardening by hand and mouth,' she said
and cupped my balls gently.

   I put my hands on her head and held her teasingly an inch or so from my
cock.

   'You really got into that fantasy, didn't you?  Maybe we should make
another bet to give you the chance to loose?'

   'Ummmmm maybe.  Do you want to win?' she replied.

   'I think so and I think you'd like that too,' I said.

   'We'll see.  Maybe you can think of a good wager.'

   A wager was the last thing on my mind.  I let go of her head and Tina
literally sucked most of my cock into her hot mouth.  The exquisite
treatment took care of the last bit of hardening in no time.

   'I think it's about as hard as it gets,' Tina giggled.

   I could only agree.  I lay down next to her on the bed and we embraced
each other, kissing deeply.  We had been so busy having sex that we had
kind of forgotten how nice it really is, just to kiss and caress each
other. Living with a self-imposed wove of celibacy had made me hungry for
sex and I had no doubt the urge had been mutual.  Tina responded to the
kissing with passion and I think she had missed that part, too.

   Kissing and hugging was just so nice.  It took a long time before Tina
broke the embrace and looked down between us.  My cock had been pressing
against her when we started, but somehow it had lost a little of the vigour
she had blown into it.

   'Hey now!  Are you backing out on me?' Tina said, taking my somewhat
deflated cock in her hand.

   'No, I was just relaxing,' I answered.

   Just the touch of her hand was enough to start the hardening again. 
Tina apparently felt the need to do more and turned around.  She straddled
my face and lowered her pussy to my mouth.

   'You can work a little too,' she said.

   I certainly didn't mind.  I loved going down on a woman and now I had
time to enjoy how lovely it was to lick her shaved pussy.  No hairs in the
mouth and I could lick and suck her outer lips.  They were smooth and
puffy, really wonderful to suck.

   Back when we had been together, we usually did a sixty-nine side by
side, but having Tina on top of me was almost better.  I could caress her
arse with both hands and I could reach her tits.  Her nipples were still
slippery from the oil and it was kind of difficult to get a good grip. 
They slid between my fingers, when I squeezed them.  It felt funny and
judging from Tina's moans around my cock she liked it.

   I liked it a lot.  I loved to feel how swollen her pussy was, how the
flow of juices increased and, of course, her mouth and tongue doing
wonderful things to my cock.  It was comforting to know that it would take
a lot more to make me come the second time and at the same time knowing
that Tina was the opposite.  Like in the old days, she always tried her
best to make it good for me.  I was almost relieved when she let go of my
cock and slowly scooted her arse down over my chest and stomach, until her
pussy was level with my cock.

   Guiding my cock into the right position she began to move back towards
it.  Agonisingly slowly, my cock entered her.  It was such an exciting
sight.  She had the most wonderful curvaceous arse and it was displayed at
its best this way; kneeling, her back arching and her legs spread.

   When she finally had impaled herself completely on my rod she managed to
unfold her legs.  Sitting with her legs wide apart, she leaned forward
until her chest was resting on the bed.  She was so open, so stretched out
that I hardly could believe it, despite her dance training.  For a person
who hardly can touch his own toes standing up, this kind of performance is
very impressive.

   She was only able to rock back and forth a little, but it didn't really
matter.  It looked and felt so good.

   'God, you are incredible, Tina,' I gasped.

   'I feel so open, centripetal,' Tina gasped back.

   Centripetal!  I could only think of one place I'd heard that word used
before.  What was the next line in that song?  "It's perpetual bliss."
Bliss it was.  Perpetual, well, time would tell, but most likely not.

   Tine's position did make her very open.  Her buttocks were spread wide
and her tiny, pink rosebud was stretched out.  It was twitching every now
and then, almost as if it wanted to attract my attention.  Tina disliked
anal intercourse, actually any kind of anal penetration, but she certainly
didn't mind a little attention back there.

   Light as a feather, my finger trailed down between her luscious
buttocks. Tina held her breath, waiting for me to reach the sensitive spot.
Very, very lightly, I circled her pink arsehole, barely touching the
sensitive, crinkled skin.

   'Mmmmm yes.  Oh yes,' she exhaled.

   She twitched more, pulsating, trying to catch the tip of my finger or at
least lure it to the centre.  Teasingly, I avoided the centre, circling,
getting close and then moving away again, touching the skin between her
arsehole and pussy.  For several minutes, I teased her like that with the
lightest touches.

   She tensed when the tip of my finger finally touched the centre.  I
wiggled it in the pulsating rosebud, not trying to penetrate the dry
opening, just tickle.  She strained, pushing back a little.  My finger made
full contact, rubbing firmly against her hole.

   'Oh God yes,' she moan, squirming, 'like that...  don't push.'

   'I know,' I relied, hoarsely.

   'God, it feels gooooood,' she moaned, trying to grind herself against
me, but the way we were lying there wasn't much contact in the right
places.

   It must have felt good enough for her too, because she stayed in that
position, enjoying my finger caressing her arsehole for a long time. 
Finally she sat up and still sitting on my cock, she turned sideways.  My
cock went in really deep in this position, deep enough to touch her cervix.
The mouth of her cervix kind of grabbed the tip of my cock and tickled in
the most exciting way when she rocked back and forth, even if it was only a
fraction of an inch.  We had done it before and I loved it.  Sometimes it
hurt or made her feel uncomfortable to take me so deep into her pussy, but
not that night.

   I put my hand on her thigh and moved down towards her pussy.  Slowly she
began to rotate her hips in sync with my finger on her clit.  Deep inside
her, the tip of my cock rubbed against her cervix.  It was intense but not
in a way that made me come.  It was intense in the same way that a piece of
music can be intense.

   Tina's hips moved faster and more acute.  She began to move up and down
as well, but her position wasn't right for that.  She turned a little and
lay down next to me.  We shuffled around a little until we were in the
perfect position; side by side with my right arm around her, our legs
entangle.

   'Um,' she purred and lay back on my arm.  'Now it's your turn to do all
the work.'

   'I'd be delighted to,' I answered.

   I took good leverage and trusted into her while my finger still worked
firmly on her clit.

   'Yes, do it hard.  I want to feeeeeel you.  Just like old times,' Tina
moaned.

   This used to be one of our favourite positions and it did feel a lot
like old times.  Making love with Tina was so much better than it had ever
been with anybody else.

   Her moans and cries told me she was very close to coming.  I wanted to
come with her, but it was as if the previous orgasm had numbed my senses.
It sounds crazy, I know, but I suddenly feared that I couldn't come.  I
tried to concentrate on the feeling and trusted into her, harder and
faster.

   My right hand had been caressing her right breast, but now I squeezed it
hard.  I felt the contraction in her pussy just before she let go of
everything and I felt relieved.  It was just what I needed.  I could feel
my own orgasm approach and hammered into Tina relentlessly.  My right hand
cramped around her breast and my finger mashed her clit flat.

   Tina squealed and arched her back, trusting back against me.  I was
almost there.  If I just could do it a little harder, a little faster. 
Then I felt Tina's hand between our legs.  Her finger snaked in between my
buttocks and, like a spur, urged me on.  That finally did it.  With a hard,
deep trust that made Tina's head bang against the headboard, I came.  It
was indescribable.  Everything went black for a second, then I could feel
my cock jerk, squirting what little had filled up deep inside Tina's womb.

   I relaxed.  My muscles loosened up and I let go of Tina's poor breast.
We lay close, panting and very exhausted.  Tina looked at me with shining
eyes.

   'God, we're so good together.'

   'The best,' I answered and kissed her.

   'Why didn't it work out?' she asked.

   'I don't know.  Honestly.'

   'When I saw you today, I suddenly felt that if we tried again, we could
make it work.'

   She looked and sounded serious.  I had the same thoughts while I drove
over.

   'You want to give it another try?'

   'You could start by staying over,' she giggled.

   'That's a start.  I don't think I want to get up and go out now anyway.'

   'You have to get up to switch sides.'

   'No, I don't want to lie in the wet spot,' I protested.

   'Why not?  You made it.'

   'No, you did.  You drained me the first time around.'

   'Now honestly!  You are just as responsible for that spot as I am.'

   We suddenly looked at each other and began to laugh.

   'This is not going to work, Tina.  Let's start over again one more time.
Let's change the sheets.'