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   AUTHOR'S NOTE: Right off the bat, I will tell you that this story does
not contain very nasty sexual acts.  This will not become terribly raunchy.
It is simple "young man to teacher(m/F)" sex.  There is no rape, no
bestiality, and no s/m because I cannot stand rape, do not like bestiality,
and s/m just does not fit in.

   VERSION NOTE: Finally, here it is, the final installment to "Sparkling
Teacher Mrs.  Cessa." Just read and enjoy.  By the way, this installment
includes the first and second so do not send me any stupid e-mails asking
where the those installments can be found.

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   **** Sparkling Teacher Mrs.  Cessa (Complete) ****

   by KD



   He walked across the courtyard tiredly, noticing an instructor walking
to the Math Room.  Who was it?  Oh, Mrs.  Cessa.

   Suddenly, he found himself at the phone/refrigerator "room"(it was more
of a closet really) next to the Science Room.  He reached for the phone and
quickly dialed his home number.  On the other end, he heard his sister
answer.

   "I gotta get home."

   "Dad says he won't pick you up because of yesterday."

   "What the fuck?" He grunted angrily.  "Tell him I gotta get home soon,
there was no practice today, it is fucking cold, and I have a lot of
homework tonight.  It is 5 o'clock, damn it!"

   He heard his sister yell at his dad, who must of been in the den.  His
sister's voice returned "Yah, he says he'll take a nap and then pick you up
in about 45 minutes." He grunted again.

   "Fuck it.  I'll call a friend and ask if he can pick me up.  Be back to
you in a sec if he cannot pick me up." He heard foot steps behind him and
then they stopped.  He turned around to face Mrs.  Cessa.

   She stared at him with those wise owl's eyes and her strangely beautiful
face.  Not that super-model sexy sort of face, but a quiet, wise, mature,
almost motherly face which, despite the many lines of aging, must have once
belonged to some very beautiful and silly girl.  Not all this beauty was
lost.  Although she looked at first glance to be over-the-hill, he could
tell by her still-youthful eyes, grey-tan skin, and her shy, sweet voice,
which could fall into laughter at any moment, that she was still in her
forties and possessed a bit of girlishness.  There was another strange
thing about her; she was much older than her students but was very shy and
had little control over her classes...  another strange thing was that she
was wearing an unusual sleeveless forest-green blouse that exposed her
attractive shoulders and arms.  He would have been very embarrassed to
admit these observations to his friends but there it was.  He found his
math teacher to be an attractive woman.  He almost laughed in spite of
himself.  Then, Mrs.  Cessa opened her little mouth to talk to him.

   "You know, if your dad or your friend can't take you home, I would be
glad to take you." Like the true mother which he knew she was.  He sighed
at this.  His dad drove him mad sometimes with his stubborness.  Now, he
was in this ackward situation in which an instructor was offering to do
something for him off school grounds.  As much as he liked Mrs.  Cessa, for
some reason, he never felt comfortable with this.  He did not know exactly
why, but he did not want his teachers to see how he was using their
well-thought-out(well, sometimes...) advice out of school.  A curse-crazy,
dirty, and loud-laughing adolescent.  A conscience perhaps.

   But here he was.  And he wanted to get home to finally...  relax...  to
do the one thing he could do no where on Earth but in his bedroom...  and
bathroom.  At the thought, he was a bit aroused and turned a bit into the
small room in order to keep Mrs.  Cessa from noticing, as she sometimes did
when he sometimes stared at her in class.  He dismissed the thoughts,
pretended to consider her offer, and spoke.

   "That works very well for me.  Thank you."

   "Oh, it's no problem."

   He quickly dialed up his friend's number only to hear the loud,
monotonous, and somehow ignorant tune of the busy signal.  It could never
know what it denied the caller.  A chance to get home, a chance to hear the
warmth of another life, a chance to live...  And it never knew what it
could be allowing the caller.

   He looked back into his teacher's eyes and shook his head saying that
his friend was of no help to him.  She nodded.  He put the phone back on
the hook, reoriented his backpack, and followed her to her room where she
gathered a few items and papers from her desk and placed them into her
pack. "Ok, then, time to go."

   He followed her through the tree-surrounded path around the main office
building to the faculty parking lot where they found her shiny, dark red
Toyota Camry sitting under the shade of an oaktree.  She pulled her keys
from her pocket and was about to open the car doors when her fragile form
paused in motion.  She looked down nervously.  She then returned her barely
shaking hands to opening the door.

   He could not figure out the pause and nervousness for a moment, but it
soon came to him.  She tended to be a shy and private person and she was
now letting someone whom she had known from one part of her life into
another, more personal part.

   He heard the sound of the doors unlock and naturally did what a person
does when he finally hears a door unlock.  He then sat down on the clean,
pure white seat putting his backpack under his legs.  Mrs.  Cessa sat down
in the driver's seat, looked him in the eyes quickly, and nervously placed
the keys in the ignition.  The sound of exploding gasoline echoed through
the car and the two were off.

   As they were driving through the almost surreal greenness of the
surrounding area, he kept his attention to the outside, preventing his eyes
from intruding upon his teacher.  He felt somewhat uncomfortable next to
the woman, who did not know of the thoughts that went through his head. 
Thoughts like those which he had read about in countless stories on the net
at home and seen in movies.  In all of these stories and movies, there was
always the student and some drop-dead gorgeous teacher he had a crush on.
Of course, in the net stories, the student ended up fucking the ba-jesus
out of his teacher.  But he had never had the luck to encounter any teacher
that he could think of fucking, not even any female teachers under
thirty... except one, but she was dreadfully ugly.  Then, he met Kate
Cessa, a surprisingly beautiful woman in her early forties.  At first, he
did not notice anything special about her(why, he did not know), but as he
looked at her more and more, he got addicted to her.  Not only was Mrs. 
Cessa attractive, but she was one of the sweetest and kindest women he had
know in his life, and her smiles and laughs made him smile and feel
happiness oozing through him.

   Perhaps, that was one of the things that made her most attractive, the
fact that this kind, sweet, fragile woman had to have fucked, had to have
gotten sweaty and dirty and forced an erect penis into her pussy, for she
had two children from her broken marriage.  The thought of her sweating and
moaning made him feel guilty but at the same time awoke a dark, perverse
part of his soul, the part which enjoyed the net stories he read late at
night.  But there was no way he could ever do what he read, he would never
be able to fuck Mrs.  Cessa.  He saw only three ways of that happening and
all three were very unlikely.  There was raping but that was out of the
question.  He had read stories of rape that were meant to be pleasing to
men, but the only desire they gave him was to kill the story's writer.  He
would rather kill himself than do such a thing to a woman, especially
someone like Mrs.  Cessa.  So that was out of the question.  He could
easily dominate her since she was weak and had almost no will, and convince
her that she needed to have sex with him or else he would do "something."
But that was almost as bad as rape, though.  He had read s/m stories and
they were always either too alien to him or got the same response out of
him as the stories of rape.  There was only one thing he could see himself
doing, and it was much more difficult than rape or domination because it
required at least some initial desire from her.  Obviously, she was lonely
as she had been left with only her hand for entertainment since her
marriage was shattered.  So, in order to get her, he would need to find her
in a particularly lonely and vulnerable state and convince her that it was
OK for her to fuck him.  The chance of this happening was worse than
unlikely, though.  It was the kind of thing that only happened in porn
movies.

   After thinking about all this, he could not keep himself from stealing a
glance in her direction.  One which would have been innocent enough, except
that it was to admire her greyish-tan face, brown, but greying hair, and
smooth, eye-pleasing features.  The hair really interested him.  Cut at her
shoulders, it was this lightish brown color which looked like it could turn
at any moment into the full brown which it must have been in her youth.  It
also looked like the greyness of age could wash over it at any moment. 
Through his imagination, he found that either looked beautiful, but not as
much as it was at this exact moment.  He could not remove the thoughts from
his head.

   Abruptly, Mrs.  Cessa turned her head towards him; his heart attempted
an escape from his chest but was held back by his ribcage.  She saw the
fire in his face and blushed herself at the realization of this attention
she was getting from someone who was almost three times younger.  Feeling
very self-conscious, she turned her head in an effort to keep him from
seeing that on her fluid face was a smile.  That wide, playful smile which
had always seemed to change darkness to lightness for him, the one which
would spread like spilled water across the souls of her students.  She
could not help but laugh, sending the familiar warmness through his body.

   He turned to the window and smiled toward the bright light of another
setting sun.  The golden light played through the trees into the car,
creating shadowy shapes and dancers on the light interior of the car. 
Another chuckle came from his left and he turned his ear to listen to the
medicinal laughter of this woman.  It danced and played upon his soul, and
a smile which could not have been stopped by the sharpest tooth of the
hardest bite upon his own lip.

   At the next red light, she began to speak nervously, laughing and
smiling every few words, like the young girl which he knew still lived
within her.  "Do you...  really find me...  to be...  pretty?" He turned to
her eyes and smiled and could not get the words out.  He found a long-lost
lust coming alive in her eyes which had been dead since...  since a long
time ago, years before her divorce.  And he could not have closed his eyes
to hide the lust in his, for it was not physically possible.  This was like
a meteor shower or super-nova or some other huge celestial event; it
appeared at extremely rare moments and could not be missed when it came. 
He stared at her face, a singular star in the sky among many.  Comets
twinkled in her light blue eyes and he could see them grow as her face
neared his.  Her crescent of happiness slowly evolved into a secretive
smile of rapture which he had secretly longed to see upon her face for
countless ages, and he could feel her light breath on his face, and the
fragrances of her body rushed his senses.  He could no longer concentrate
on any object in the heavens but this one, his eyes memorizing every valley
and hill, each flowing river and plain of this blue moon.  Finally, their
mouths centered on one another and a kiss came, but this was no eternity as
had been described by playwrites and poets throughout the centuries, for
during this kiss, all concept of time was lost, and the miracle of the
eternity could not be observed even if it were to occur.

   Kiss, eyes, moving toward a central event, the eyes, together?  This is
a dream.

   He finally separated the kiss meanwhile keeping his eyes locked on hers.

   He turned toward the street before them.  "Green," he whispered, and she
suddenly realized that she had to press the gas pedal.  Mrs.  Cessa drove
the car down the street slowly toward the next light which was green.  As
they the light neared, he noticed how unusually slowly she was driving and
how she seemed to be holding her breath.  The light then turned yellow, and
then red, and she let the breath out, and stopped the car.  The two
immediately looked into each others' eyes again.  He moved his hand to her
face to feel her cheek and her breath against his skin.  He moved his hand
through her smooth hair, starting at the bit of grey in the front.  She
sighed in pleasure, for she had not felt such affections for many years.

   The light turned green and they returned to as they were, except that
Mrs.  Cessa had kept his hand near her body with her own.  She drove slowly
toward the next green light, and this time, both held their breaths.  When
the light turned yellow, she stopped at the line, and they immediately
returned to as they were.  She let go of his hand and moved her own across
the car to the zipper of his pants.  She looked up to his eyes and said,
"Are you...  sure?"

   He chuckled merrily and returned, "You know." She smiled warmly and
nodded, unzipping his pants.  She held her breath as she unbuttoned them
and pulled them down to expose his boxer shorts, which were then pushed
down.  She saw his penis erect and made a surprised eep at viewing such a
young man's genitiles.  She slowly gripped it, her hand shaking a little
and then began massaging it.  He let his body limp and closed his eyes.  He
had not needed to convince her; she was willing herself.

   When the light turned green, she did not bother moving her hand from
him; she simply drove toward the next light.  The ethereal lights of the
night city shined into the car as it floated down the road.  It was a one
way street, and surprisingly, there were few cars so they did not worry
about being seen.

   But if what we are doing was not to be seen, is it not wrong to do?  It
is forbidden!  No!  That is just another American blasphemy, one which
makes little, if any sense.  So what if we are giving each other pleasure,
so what if I am almost three times his age?  How does this hurt anyone
else? As long as we do it safe, then there is not even pregnancy to worry
about.  Why is this so wrong?

   "Why is this so wrong?" ahe accidently said aloud.

   "Ruins the teacher/student relationship?" He laughed again merrily as
pleasure filled his body.  If we did not consider this wrong, that would
not even be a problem.  "Does not bother me!" He laughed again, realizing
how comfortable he had become with this.  Mrs.  Cessa smiled and continued
moving her hand along his penis, but more quickly.  Apparently, she had
become more comfortable as well.

   "I could not imagined you doing this for me, the first time I saw you in
math class, I'll tell you that." She laughed, again shooting the waves of
happiness through his body.  He sighed in pleasure, his mind floating
upward.

   "I cannot say that I imagined it then, either.  In fact, I do not
remember thinking about any student in this way." A question quickly
entered his mind.

   "What do older women like you, you know...  divorced...  fantasize
about, anyway?"

   "Same as younger girls.  Those hunk actors!"

   "Really?" he got out between sighs of pleasure-she was moving quicker.

   She laughed again.  "No, not really.  Well, some.  But there are other
men that I know that I sometimes think about.  How about you?"

   "I am an adolescent!  What do you think?!  Every woman I have met!"

   She let out a long, not-so-nervous laugh, and then asked, "Even me?"

   "Yes...  although not immediately when I met you...  I have thought
about you in that way...  although I never thought I would actually do
this."

   "How about Serena, the art teacher?" He had forgotten about Serena.  She
was an attractive(though not nearly attractive as Mrs.  Cessa) 30-some year
old who he had indeed thought about.

   "Definitely."

   "Any students?"

   "Almost all the girls, especially the ones with breasts." He said this
trying to keep calm and somewhat serious, but then burst into laughter. 
"Now there is something I cannot imagine ever saying to a teacher." Mrs. 
Cessa burst into laughter with him hearing this.

   "How about the librarian?"

   "Now you go too far!" She noticed that his penis actually went a little
limp in her hand when she had mentioned the dreadfully ugly librarian.

   "You actually went a bit limp when I asked you that one!" They began to
roar with laughter.  After a minute of of silence in which they both
thought over the conversation they just had, he suddenly noticed that his
groin was beginning to tighten up a little.  He was almost...

   "Oh, I am getting too close!"

   "That is the idea, is it not?"

   "No..." How was he supposed to get this one out.  She looked at him with
curious eyes.  Oh well, what the hell.  "I want to....." Her quiet, but
sparkling grey-blue eyes looked straight into his own.  The secretive smile
on her face suggested that she knew what was going to be said.

   "...cum inside you." He could not look at her eyes, he thought he might
have gone too far.  He noticed that she slowed down and that her hand was
barely moving now.  They came to a red light.

   "Look at me." He turned his head up a little but not all the way.  "Look
at me." He forced himself to turn his eyes to hers.  She had as close to a
sexy look on her face as he had ever seen.  It quickly turned serious.  "Do
you really want to do this?  Really?"

   He thought for a moment.  Did he really?  Did he truly wish to lose his
virginity to his mature math teacher?  "I could not think of any woman I
would rather do this with."

   "Really?  You're just saying that because you want to get in my pants."

   "Not just because.  If I could choose any person to lose my virginity
to, it would be you.  I am not kidding around here."

   "But you do not love me.  How could you say that?"

   "Oh, but I do.  Maybe not like how Romeo loved Juliet or how Leonardo
DiCaprio loved(what's her name?) but I really love being with you.  I
love...  your touch and the smell of your perfume and the smoothness of
your skin..." Her countenance became calm.  A different smile came over her
face.  Her true smile.  He seemed to be breathing her warmth and happiness.

   "I know we cannot be mates or anything but let me tell you something. 
All my friends who lost their virginity...  they...  were with sluts or
girls that they did not really care about.  I care about you a lot, and
when I am old and look back on this day, I know I will not regret it." She
let go of his penis and they quickly joined each other as one breathing,
sweating being.  He kissed all over her face and small, gentle lips and
down her neck and around the top of her chest.  His hands felt her tan,
smooth arms and shoulders as her hands on his back held him to her.  It
seemed as though fate had coerced Mrs.  Cessa into wearing the sleeveless
blouse which was perfect for such things.

   "Wait a second...  I have to park the car somewhere...  Heehee...  I
think the light has changed two of three times since we stopped," she said
between sighs.

   "Al...  right, Mrs.  Cessa."

   "You can call me Kate..."

   " Kate..." They slowly lifted their bodies to their seats, closest hands
still grasping one another.  She turned her body toward the road, and drove
the car anxiously to find a dark corner where the two could moan and sweat
in privacy.  She found this corner in a downtown shopping mall's quiet,
dark basement parking lot.

   "How did we get downtown anyway?  Oh...  yah...  I forgot to tell you
where I live.  Oops."

   "I just started driving down that small road that runs parellel to State
St," she said, chuckling.  "After you started looking at me, I kind of
forgot what I was doing." After moving to the backseat of her car and she
turned on the dome light, they stared at each others' eyes, and that erotic
look once again came over her face.  She leaned toward him and started
unbuttoning his shirt, all the while keeping her eyes on his.

   "I like looking at you...  Kate Cessa..." He found himself shirtless,
and a moment later, she pulled her tight, dark-green blouse over her head
and threw it into the front seat.  Her skin was a little lighter under
where her shirt had been compared to her face and arms, but still had an
apparently natural light-tan color which even covered her breasts.  She
unclasped the back the bra and gently tugged the shoulder straps down to
reveal her small, firm breasts.

   He let took in the this great view of the lovely Mrs.  Cessa's breasts.
This was not some neighbor he was getting a peek at through his upstairs
window, or a quick view of some woman changing at the beach.  She wanted
him to see her nude; it was her desire to be with him in such a way.

   She exposed more of her body to him as she slipped her pance gracefully
off her legs.  In fact, he realized, this was the first time he saw her
legs.  She never wore shorter than a very long skirt to school.  He did not
see why she hid them.  Mrs.  Cessa's thighs and buttocks were, like her
upper arms, pale-tan and covered with a smooth, almost flawless skin and
with just the right amount of flesh on them to compare with the rest of her
slim body.  He almost felt ashamed to show his body next to this beautiful
woman as he removed his own jeans and underwear.

   As he finished undressing, she sat on her knees with her panties still
on and her hands in her lap.  She showed an almost innocent curiosity in
him as he finally removed his underwear completely.  He sat up finally and
looked up to find Mrs.  Cessa staring directly into his eyes.  Her
rapturous smile still filled her face and her eyes kept on him with a sort
of lazy vagueness in them, as if she were trying to remember something very
distant.  As his face moved toward hers, she came from her waking sleep and
instinctively turned her head as they engaged in another long kiss, their
tongues meeting each other playing like school children.  The immense
feelings which captivated the two seemed like a drug, keeping their minds
drifting.

   He tasted the liquid sweetness in her mouth and continued kissing hard
until they moved apart with unspoken mutal consent, still staring at one
another gingerly.  He again moved toward her face and showered it with
hundreds of kisses so that his mouth might be able to recognize her face as
a blind man's hands recognized his own.  She leaned back against the door
of the car in ectasy as he crept forward eventually ending up on her
sitting thighs.  He moved down her neck and kissed her shoulders and
upperchest until he came to her small, surprisingly firm breasts.

   He kissed each nipple, causing her body to ripple and sighs to slip from
her mouth.  As he then sucked in the entirety of her right aereola while
the smallest finger of his right hand traced intricate circles about her
opposite breast.  He changed to the other aereola, and Mrs.  Cessa, with
great pleasure, let out the breath she had been holding.  When he was done
with her right aereola, he moved off of Mrs.  Cessa's thighs and his mouth
kissed down her firm stomach and finally reached her crotch and thighs.

   Still leaning back agaist the car's door, Mrs.  Cessa looked between her
breasts, down her stomach to watch him carefully pull her panties down her
thighs to her knees which layed on the car seat.  He took in the scent of
her excited fluids mixed with her perfume and placed his head down on her
thighs Her hands lay comfortably on top of his head, massaging it.

   They sat lingering like this for a while until he got up and she slowly
lifted her body up and finish pulling her panties down her legs.  She then
surprised him by placing her finger at the lightly bushy entrance of her
vagina and pushed it deep into her own moistness.  She removed the
glistening finger and held it in front of his mouth, suggesting with her
eyes that he taste her; it was almost motherly.  It is okay, she seemed to
say.  This is good for you, it is not poison.  He could not help but taste
the slightl sweetness of her insides.  After sucking Mrs.  Cessa's finger
clean, he longed to taste the source.  She looked into his eyes and must
have understood this longing immediately, for she then gently pushed him
back against his own door, lie back onto the seat, and spread her legs so
that one ran along the back of the seat against his waist and the other
hung down into the lower area.  Her bright, wet cunt was shown to him in
its fullness and he slowly lowered his head down to taste.

   The overwhelming fragrance of her exitement combined with her perfume
struck his nostrils almost immediately as his face neared her.  He tried to
take in as much of the pleasurable odor in as possible and almost started
coughing.  He laughed in spite of himself and examined his first pussy
close up.  Below Mrs.  Cessa's thin, light brown tuft of pubic hair, her
outer labia were pulled apart to expose the wet insides and the small nub
of her clitoris was exposed.  He stuck his tongue down between the lips and
gently dragged his tongue up the entire thing and across the nub causing
Mrs.  Cessa's body to spasm a bit.  She started breathing quickly as he
tasted her semi-sweet, precious liquids.

   "It...  has been...  a long time...  since anybody has done this...  for
me..." she got out between the breaths.  He pushed his tongue down deeper;
her body suddenly tensed, her eyes fluttered open, she straightened her
arms back against the light interior, and her slim legs closed on the sides
of his head.  She released a short shrieking "ah!" and then relaxed her
body, closing her eyes, as she flowed freely onto his face and lips.  He
moved his head up and looked up her smooth belly between her small breasts
to see a blissful smile of comfort on her gleaming face.  She opened her
sleepy eyes and and looked down on him, again motherly.

   "It is your turn," Mrs.  Cessa whispered.  He pulled himself away from
her, licking his lips leisurely.  He looked down to see Mrs.  Cessa in a
laying in a way reminding him an opened orange-peel.  She carefully lifted
her body up from her contorted position with his help.

   "Lie down on your back," she said with a quiet, amused voice and a
knowing smile.  He did so, all the while staring into her eyes.  The
dome-light made the sheen of sweat on her face glisten and her eyes sparkle
perpetually like the twinkling stars of the night sky.  She positioned
herself above him with her knees to either side and looked down, an
exulting feeling consuming her.  As she lowered her shimmering body onto
his penis, a look of concentration entered her countenance and she moaned
softly when almost all of him was taken in.  Her petite body sat atop her
throne with an almost ridiculous majesty, her eyes staring down at the
young man's pleasure-struck face.  She pushed herself back up until his
penis was nearly out completely and then sat back down.

   Suddenly, the image of what was happening struck him in the head.  The
thought of Mrs.  Cessa and he actually...  fucking.  It drove him insane
with lust; he felt compelled to scream at her to go as quickly as possible.
With great restraint, however, he managed to convince himself that taking
it in slowly would be much more pleasurable.  At this moment, he realized
why she was taking her time, and he suddenly shared her desire.

   "I wish...  I wish this could last forever."

   "I do, too." And she truly did.  They had achieved a kind of harmony
together.  It was similar to when they had first kissed.  Their eyes never
left each other, their bodies never broke contact, and their heart beats
were synchronized.  They seemed to have had entered some sort of universe
which could not be described literally, mathematically, or even
emotionally. It was...  pure ecstasy.

   As Mrs.  Cessa sped up and the sounds of her buttocks striking his legs
became fairly audible, his body tightened and his floating mind entered a
thoughtless limbo.  Her gentile moans soon became small cries of pleasure
and, within a matter of seconds, he exploded violently into her, his entire
body spasming so hard that the car rocked.  The spasming must have really
finished her up too because she made one last shriek, lay down on him and
entwined her exhausted body around his as his penis softened and slowly
came out of her vagina.  Their warm breathes fell on each other's cheeks
and their eyes met again.  They began kissing each other, enjoying the
feeling of the warmness created by the union of their bodies.  He felt her
breasts on his chest and thin pubic hair on his own.  He began to whisper
into her ear.

   "This is it, I suppose."

   "You know...  this cannot happen again."

   "Yes.  But I will always remember." He whispered this without a smile.
She lifted her face, her soft hair falling to the sides of his face.

   "Me...  too." A single tear dropped on his face at the realization that
this experience would actually end, and that it could never be repeated. 
"I suppose I must bring you back now, and we will never be like this
again." She turned her head to hide her crying eyes, but he could still
hear the sniffling of her nose.  He could not let this end yet.  He could
still have one night in with her small, warm body in his arms.

   "...No.  It's a Friday.  In the morning...  I'll just tell them that I
spent the night with friends." She turned her head a bit in question.  He
nodded.  And again, she revealed her precious smile, a most contagous sort
which spread to his face and sent shivers through his body for the tenth
time.  After a another kiss, she turned off the domelight, lay her cheek
down on his chest and closed her eyes, her nose still quietly sniffling. 
He placed his hands onto her back, one massaging her shoulders, the other
slowly stroking her hair until he closed his eyes and eventually fell
asleep himself.