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   This work of fiction is of an adult nature and is not intended for
people under the age of 18 or those offended by sexual situations.  If you
should not be reading this, please don't read it.

   (C) Copyright 2001 by M.  Sherlocke-Romianik.  Feel free to distribute
this story to any non-commercial forum with the author's name and
disclaimer unaltered.  Other use of this story is strictly prohibited
without the author's express permission.

   This is my first foray into erotic writing, and I hope you enjoy it. 
Please feel free to e-mail me at msromianik@hotmail.com with any questions,
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   Shy - Part 1 - Jade by M.  Sherlocke-Romianik msromianik@hotmail.com

   She was standing by the window.  I stood in the doorway watching her.  I
couldn't tell if she was aware of my presence, but if she was, she wasn't
letting on.  The moonlight made her hair shine brighter.  The defined curve
of her body made my heart pound beneath my flesh.  She was breathtaking.  I
could have watched her forever, but I had other things in mind.  The desire
for her was too strong for me to just be able to observe.  I walked up
behind her and brushed her hair away from her shoulders.  I pressed my face
into her neck, breathing in her perfume and savouring the feel of her soft,
smooth skin against mine.  I waited for her to turn around and tell me she
didn't want me.  Instead, she leaned back against me.  I slid my arms
around her and kissed her neck and her throat.  I licked along her
collarbone, tasting her.  She was salty with sweat.  I'd thought about this
for so long, touching her, tasting her, having her.  My desire was so
fierce I had to control myself.  The blood pounding in me was begging me to
rip her clothes off and take her, destroy her innocence.  That would have
been unpoetic though; with her I wanted to be gentle.  I wanted for her to
enjoy every second, and I wanted it to last as long as I could draw it out.

   I moved my hands slowly over her breasts.  They were firm but tender. 
Her nipples felt hard beneath the flimsy material of her dress.  She was so
perfect, so delicate.  I kissed her neck again, biting lightly, my hands
running lazily over her breasts, her sides, and her belly.  I slid my hands
up her arms to her shoulders and pushed the straps of her dress down.  I
licked across her right shoulder back to her neck.  I turned her around and
looked into her eyes.  She looked afraid, hesitant, but beneath that I felt
need.  She needed me to take her over, to show her pleasure.  She needed
tenderness and attention.  She was beautiful.  She deserved it more than
anyone I'd met.  I stared into those deep, dark eyes and placed my hand
against her cheek.

   "Are you scared?" I asked her in a low whisper.  She shook her head
slightly.

   "Good," I responded, "Because there's nothing here to be scared about."

   I kissed her then, our first kiss.  Her mouth was soft and sweet.  I
parted my lips as her tongue slid into my mouth, hot and moist.  I tangled
my fingers in her hair as the kiss went on, firmer now, hungry.  She was
feeling it, the desire of the forbidden.  I was forbidden to her.  My left
hand reached around and found the zip at the back of her dress.  I slowly
slid it down, savouring the sound that I'd always loved.  I pulled back and
watched her as she slipped out of the light material.  In the moonlight,
her body was like a perfect sculpture.  Her breasts were creamy white, her
nipples tiny and hard.  She had no trace of imperfection on her; her belly
was smooth, her thighs flawless.  Her long legs were lithe and supple.  I
ached for her.  Her white panties clung to her center, and I could easily
trace the outline of her pussy beneath them.  I led her to the bed, and she
lay down on it.  I bent over her.  Her raven hair was fanned out around her
head.  I kissed her again, still tenderly.  As I kissed her I moved my hand
down her body, over her right breast.  I cupped it and rolled the nipple
gently in my fingers.  I broke the kiss and pulled back to stare at her as
I moved my hand further down.  She was so soft and warm beneath my hands. I
felt so alive with her.  It was as though I'd woken up from a deep sleep,
and she was my dream come true.

   I moved my hand lower to the waistband of her panties and slid a finger
part way under.  I traced around and then moved my hand down the outside.
She moaned as my hand lightly cupped her pussy.  A tremendous heat radiated
from between her legs, and I felt how damp she had made her panties.  I
raised up off her and gently pulled the white material down.  She raised
her hips to help me and I discarded the unwanted garment onto the floor
beside the bed.  Her pussy was perfect.  Beads of moisture glistened around
it.  I ran my hands over her body again, cupping her breasts and squeezing
them lightly.  She reached up and tangled her fingers in my hair, pulling
my mouth onto hers.  Her kiss was filled with passion and lust now; she was
aching as I was.  I kissed her as my hand slid down and back to her pussy.
Gently, I slid my middle finger into her.  She was hot and wet and tight.
She cried out softly as I penetrated her.  I kissed her harder and moved my
finger slowly in and out of her.  Subconsciously, she moved her hips
against my hand.  I moved my finger out of her and trailed her moisture up
to her clitoris, gently brushing my finger over it.  She gasped and slammed
her mouth onto mine.  I felt my spirits soar as she excitedly probed my
mouth.

   Then her hands were on me, and I felt her truly come alive.  She traced
the curves of my body wildly, her hands youthful, exploring.  She cupped my
ass and slid her hands up my shirt and over my back.  I roamed my hands
over her, drinking in her skin, feeling the softness of her thighs, her
belly, her breasts.  I pushed my hand against her pussy, rubbing my finger
firmly over her clitoris.  She cried out and pulled my shirt upwards,
trying to free my body to her.  I helped her and dropped it to the floor
next to her panties.  She pushed her breasts up against me, the warmth of
our skin combining.  Her hands caressed my back and her mouth was on mine
again.  I slid down her body with kisses.  I sucked firmly on each nipple
before moving lower.  I traced my tongue down her belly to her navel.  I
licked around it and moved on, lower.  I parted her legs with my hands and
licked all the way up her center.  She tasted so amazing on my tongue.  She
moaned at the new sensation and then cried out as I drove my tongue into
her.  She felt so hot and tight.  I cupped her perfect ass with my hands,
raising her slightly so that I had easier access.  I pulled my tongue out
of her and licked the lips of her pussy.  They were soft as velvet beneath
my tongue and they tasted of the moisture that was flowing out of her.  I
ran my tongue over her clitoris and she moaned again and pushed her hips
upwards.  I covered her tiny little button with my mouth and flicked at it
with my tongue.  This was clearly a sensation she was unfamiliar with as
her cries were filled with surprise.  Then I moved my hand down and worked
two fingers into her, subjecting her button to long licks that I knew would
build her orgasm.  Her breathing quickened, and I slid my fingers in and
out of her in time with the work my tongue was doing.  Her sweet voice rang
out, ragged and heavy with lust, telling me that she thought she was going
to come soon.  As soon as she said this I backed off, holding my fingers
still inside her and moving my mouth up to her breasts.  She moaned in
passion and frustration.

   I kissed her roughly, bruising her tender lips and pulled my fingers out
of her.  I moved off her and removed the rest of my clothes.  Her eyes
roamed over my body, and I knew she found the sight pleasing.  I climbed
back onto the bed and ran my hands over her body as she caressed mine.  Her
hands were soft on my skin, she explored me, learning, greedy for contact.
I kissed her again and drew her into my arms, pressing her breasts against
mine.  She was better than I could have possibly imagined; her body
touching mine was the embodiment of all my fantasies.  She was completely
perfect.  She kissed me, becoming more confident now, and her hand trailed
down across my breasts and belly.  She cupped her hand between my legs, as
I had done with her.  She was a quick learner.  I slid my hand down her
back and squeezed her ass.  She fumbled around slightly and then pressed
her finger into my drenched pussy.  I felt her caress my inner walls,
stroking them lightly with her fingertip.  I sighed gently as she touched
me and I moved my hand between the cheeks of her ass.  As she traced my
pussy with her fingers, I pushed mine into her from behind, pressing her
closer against me.  We were locked together, exploring each other.

   I'd never felt anything so intense in my life.  To have her there,
touching me, pleasuring me.  It all seemed so unreal, but when she pushed
another finger into me and slid the pair in and out, the sensations that
exploded in my pussy were proof enough that it was reality.  I moved with
her, holding her with one hand and fingering her delicately with the other.
I kissed her again, there was tenderness behind it this time.  She moved
away and pushed me onto my back, and then her mouth was on me.  I gazed
down in wonder at the head of black hair between my legs as she tasted me.
Her tongue probed me, and I felt as though I would die with pleasure. 
Involuntarily, my hips pushed upwards in response.  She pushed her fingers
back into me and tongued my clitoris as I had with her.  Swept away in the
moment, I couldn't stop myself from kneading my own breasts and pinching my
nipples.  Juice from my pussy was flowing like a river as she sucked and
played.  My moans became louder, more intense.  I felt the building up of
an orgasm, knew if I didn't stop it, it would rip through me, tearing
through my senses.  So I pulled her up to me and kissed her.

   She was on top of me, her nipples pressing against mine, our pussies
pressed together.  I could feel her heat between my legs; I wanted more.  I
wrapped my legs around her.  Her apple-scented hair fell around my face as
she kissed me, gently biting my lip.  She was playful as well as frenzied.
She was no longer the shy, innocent girl by the window.  She was wild,
passionate.  Her pussy ground against mine as we moved our hips together
rhythmically.  Our juices combined on my ass and thighs.  I squeezed her
ass, pushing down on her to make her move harder on me.  She felt so hot
and alive.  Our movements got faster, more frenzied, and we kissed again
roughly.  Her breathing quickened, as did mine.  I felt her, wanting,
needing.  I knew she wanted release.  I wanted to feel her pussy clench
around my tongue, I wanted to drink from her when she came.  I wanted to
give her the pleasure she was giving me.  I disentangled my legs and rolled
her on her side.  My fingers found her pussy and she lifted a leg to grant
me access.  I pushed into her, stroking her deeply, feeling my hand grow
slick with her delicious moisture.  Then my fingers were on her clitoris
and hers were on mine.  I kissed her as my hands worked on her, pleasing
her.  She started to moan, as did I.  Her hips pushed against my fingers.
Her pussy became hotter and she started to tremble.  Her pussy throbbed as
her heart beast faster.  She buried her head in my shoulder, my own pussy
forgotten to her, but becoming wetter by the second.  She cried out sharply
and bucked against me as she came.  I held her close and jammed my fingers
hard into her as her pussy clenched and unclenched around them.  I felt her
moisture trickling onto her thighs.  She bucked and shook, moaning in my
arms, consumed by the power of the orgasm that rippled between her thighs.
She kissed me, hard and deep, her tongue stroking mine.

   I held her tight and withdrew my fingers from her pussy.  She brushed a
strand of red hair from my cheek and kissed where it had been.  Her mouth
moved down to my neck, biting me hard enough to make me gasp.  Her hands
moved over my breasts as she licked my neck.  Then her mouth was on my
breasts, drawing my hard nipples into her mouth.  I moaned and arched my
back against her.  She slid her hands down my sides to my hips and trailed
her tongue down to below my pussy.  She caressed my thighs, licking them
and nipping gently.  She slid two fingers into me easily and I cried out,
squirming at her touch.  She moved her fingers fast and deep within me.  My
pussy felt as though it was on fire.  I was hot, aching.  She licked across
my clitoris, tearing a loud moan from my throat.  I trembled under her
touch, her tongue.  She licked across my button again, making me gasp.  Her
fingers moved quicker and my hips moved with them.  I couldn't breathe; my
blood pumped hotter, quicker, pulsing through my veins.  She licked at me
again and pushed me over the edge and into orgasm.  My pussy tightened as I
came violently, clenching at her fingers with my inner muscles.  I moaned
loud and long, my body exploding with sensation.

   She covered my mouth with hers and I pushed my tongue between her lips.
She moved her fingers out of my pussy and spread the moisture over my
thighs and pussy.  She covered her finger with my juices and broke the kiss
long enough to run it across her lips.  I pulled her against me and lay
trembling in her arms.  I'd never felt such rapture.  I felt as if nothing
in my life had meant anything until that moment.  She'd swallowed me whole.
She was everything I'd hoped for.  Her sweetness had turned so madly to
lust, her innocence to passion, and as I lay naked against her, I felt her
sigh with contentment.  I pressed my mouth against hers and drowned in her
kisses.


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