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Seeing Stars
By Poison Ivan



By Poison Ivan

_Warning! The following work of fiction contains 
sexual activities between consenting adults. You must be at least 18 
years old to read it._

It had not been a good week.

I had spent five days back east in my company's Charlotte office
cooped up in a windowless room with a tall, gangly summer intern named
Ray.  I was supposed to be rolling out the new system software, but
they were having hardware problems.  And what do I know about
hardware?  Fly me all the way out to Charlotte just so I could watch
some technician swapping circuit boards?  So Ray and I hung around
with our feet up on our little metal desks, and Ray bored me with
trivia from his sophomore physics class.

I wish there had been more to talk about.  I suppose discussing
Ray's cosmology class could have been entertaining, had I been in a
more receptive frame of mind.  But I just couldn't get interested in
hydrogen and gravity and mass and energy and Doppler shifts.  Ray
would say something I only half heard, and then he would pause,
waiting for me to comment.  At one point, I got tired of nodding and
urging him to continue.  After an awkward silence, I blurted out what
was really on my mind:

"Saturday, Dawn and I had sex for the first time."

Ray laughed nervously, and he blushed as I told him how it
happened.  "We were just sitting on the couch in my apartment and
there was nothing on TV.  And I couldn't think of anything to say.  So
I kissed her.  And before I knew it, she was in my bed with her hand
in my pants, and I was tossing her panties on the floor.  And you know
what the weirdest thing was?  Instead of enjoying the sex, I was
worrying about what I needed to bring with me on this trip."

"Is she good-looking?" Ray asked.

I sighed.  Some people just don't get it.  "Ray, have you ever been
fucking a woman when all of a sudden you realize you need to be on a
plane to Charlotte in ten hours and you haven't packed yet?"

"Um, no."

"I'll tell you a secret.  It was pretty lousy sex."

Ray giggled.  "Even lousy sex is better than no sex."

I shook my head.

What the hell was I doing in Charlotte?  Why wasn't I back home in
Portland, huddled up in bed with Dawn for the second time?  Or the
third time?  Or the fourth time?

Every night I would call Dawn from my hotel room and tell her what
I had accomplished that day.  Or, if I hadn't accomplished anything, I
would babble about the weather.  "It's sunny and hot here.  Brutally
hot.  The engineers think they found the problem, so maybe I can get
started tomorrow."

"It's hot here, too," Dawn said.

"I'll probably be home on Saturday."

"I'll pick you up at the airport."

"You don't have to do that.  I'll just catch an Airporter van."

"It's OK.  I want to."

She was very nice.  I wondered what she thought about our
distracted lovemaking the night before I left town.  Had she noticed
my tendency to drift?  If she had, it didn't seem to bother her.

Or maybe she just hadn't noticed.

I've always had a hard time reading women.  A previous girlfriend,
Mary, used to assure me that she had orgasms during sex, but I could
never tell.  "It happened while you were inside me," Mary sometimes
said.

I wondered if Dawn had had an orgasm.  Her reaction was pretty much
the same as Mary's, which meant I didn't have a clue.  Dawn didn't say
anything afterwards, and I didn't really have time to talk.  I got out
of bed to pack, and she fell asleep a few minutes later.

The engineers finally found the problem (a bad power supply and two
marginally defective memory boards), and I finished the software
installation late Friday evening.  The office manager volunteered to
take me out to celebrate afterwards, but I declined.  I wasn't in a
partying mood.

I went back to my hotel and took one final walk around the grounds.
The Charlotte city lights lit up the sky, and a heavy haze settled
over the town.  The crescent moon looked out of focus in the soft gray
sky.  I couldn't see a single star.  No way to observe a Doppler shift
that night.  I was sure Ray would have been disappointed.  I wondered
if Dawn could see stars back in Portland.  I ached to be home.

I took the afternoon flight out the next day.  I was glad to get
out of Charlotte, but the flight was long and unpleasant.  I had
almost no leg room, and the kid in the row in front of me played with
his seat back the entire flight.  I was tired, my neck felt tight, and
a dull headache throbbed behind my right ear.

I felt a lot better when I got off the plane and found Dawn waiting
for me at the gate.  She greeted me with a big smile, a nice hug, and
a little kiss.  During our hug, I thought I could tell she wasn't
wearing a bra.  Was that a present for me?  Or was it just because of
the heat?  We walked hand-in-hand out of the terminal, making small
talk about the heat wave.  She looked good.  A little disheveled, but
happy and alert.  I was glad I didn't have to catch the Airporter.

Dawn drove me back to my apartment.  She was one of those people
who like to talk and drive at the same time.  She chattered aimlessly
about her job and the heat, but mostly about the heat.

"Do you have air conditioning in your apartment?" she asked.

"I'm afraid not."

"Uh-oh."

She was right.  Inside my room it was hot and stuffy.  I invited
her in and offered her a glass of ice water.  She sat on the couch and
sipped while I went around opening all the windows.  It was hot enough
outside where I doubted the windows would make much difference, but
the sun was just setting, and I hoped it would cool off soon.

I propped open the balcony door.  Dawn was just sitting there, a
glass in her hand, looking at me.  My shirt felt like it was sticking
to my chest.

"How are you doing?" I asked.

"Fine."

"I'm going to go change my shirt, OK?"

"OK."

I left Dawn and went back to the bedroom, and I took off my shirt.
It felt good to have it off, and I immediately felt a little less hot.
I thought about Dawn in the next room, and whether I should change my
slacks and shoes.  Was she staying?  I was glad she was there, but I
wasn't sure I liked her being around when I hadn't had time to wash
up.  I did not feel especially fresh.  I put my hand under my arm and,
sure enough, I felt pretty sweaty under there.  Ugh.

I stood and thought for a minute, my shirt in my hand.  And then
she knocked on the door.

"Can I come in?" she said, her voice muffled.

I cracked open the door and she peeked through the opening.

"Hi," she said, "do you mind?"

"No, I don't mind."  I opened the door wide.  "Come on in."

She stepped into the bedroom.  "It's hot out there," she said.

"It's not much better in here."

"But it's nicer in here.  I can talk to you."

"I was going to change my clothes."

She grinned.  She slowly walked up close and placed her hand on my
bare chest.  She leaned even closer and we kissed.  "Cool!" she said.

"You want to watch me change clothes?"

She sat down on the bed, grinning widely.  "Uh huh!" she nodded.

I thought she was expecting some silly little dance routine, but I
wasn't up for it.  It was just too hot.  "I'm sorry, you don't get a
show."

"I didn't ask for a show.  I just want to watch."

I shrugged.  Although it was a little unnerving to have her sitting
there watching, I figured I could handle it.  I unzipped my slacks and
stepped out of them.  All I had on were my boxer shorts.  I hung my
pants on a wooden hanger.

"You look really great," she said.

"Maybe you should, um, return the favor?"  I thought of Dawn naked.
Her breasts and legs and butt and pussy.  I began to get erect.  The
bedsprings squeaked a little as she leaned forward and stared right at
my growing bulge.  "Miss me a little?" she said, and she giggled.

I took her hands and urged her up off the bed.  I pulled her
against me, hugging her.  Her shirt felt scratchy on my chest, and I
pressed my building erection against her belly.  "Come on," I said,
"you too."

With a bright smile, she dropped down on the bed and flipped off
her shoes and quickly kicked off her shorts.  She lay down on her side
and propped her head up on her hand.  I loved the flow of her hip, and
the way it curved into the smooth line of her leg.  She wore purple
panties.  "Tell me about your trip," she said.

"I like these," I said, nodding towards her underwear.  "Purple is
my favorite color."

She put her hand on her hip, and I longed to be touching her there.
"They are burgundy, not purple," she said.

"Same thing, isn't it?"  I took a deep breath and pushed my boxers
down.  My penis stood at full attention.  Dawn glanced down, her eyes
shimmering.  I crawled up into bed, my erection wagging back and
forth, and I settled next to her.

"I like burgundy better," she said.  "The word makes me think of
wine."  She put her hand on my bare hip and squeezed.  "Come on.  Tell
me about your trip."

"I called you every night," I said.  "You've already heard
everything."

Her hand slid around to the hollow at the top of my thigh.  My cock
jerked, and I wished she would touch it.  But "I want to hear it
again," she said.

I looked into her gray-green eyes and tried to decide if she were
joking.  She looked sincere, like a child waiting for a bedtime story.
But why on Earth would she want to hear about my trip all over again?
But I was naked and erect, and whatever the woman wants at times like
this, the woman gets.

So I repeated the events of my trip.  She watched my face the
entire time.  It was awkward at first.  I felt the need to spice up
the story this time, make it more interesting.  Dawn smiled with every
embellishment.

"Too bad about the haze last night," she said when I was finished.
"You know, sailors used to figure out where they were by looking at
the stars."

"Stellar navigation, right?  Of course, I already knew I was in
Charlotte."

She made a little clicking noise with her tongue.  "I suppose."

We stared into each other's eyes, and bit of moisture welled up in
her eyes.  "I'm glad you're back," she said.

"I'm sorry I was gone.  It wasn't the best timing in the world."

We kissed, and her hand rested on my chest.  I ran my hand down to
the small of her back.

"What do you think?" I said.  "Do you want to make another go of
it?"

"Uh huh," she nodded.  Her smile curled and her eyebrows arched.

"Yeah?" I said.

"Yeah!"

We wiggled a little closer together and kissed again.  We kissed,
and I let my fingers draw across her ears to her neck.  Her breathing
accelerated.  I nuzzled in closer, our legs twined, and I kissed and
licked her neck, nibbled on her earlobe, sucked on the edges of her
ears.  Dawn groaned and she grabbed my sides.  I worked my hand up
under her shirt and over her breast.  Her nipple hardened under my
palm.

She helped me pull her T-shirt off.  She looked me in the eye and
grinned, biting her lower lip.  Her breasts were pale in contrast to
her tanned shoulders and belly.  I smoothed the back of my hand across
her upper chest.

I kissed down her neck and sucked on the juncture between neck and
shoulder.  And then I licked downward, down the soft skin of her upper
chest, across her tan line onto white flesh, and down to the large,
round nipple.  I licked her nipple, put my mouth over it, and licked
the thick, rubbery tip.  It popped up a little.  I gave it a light
suck.

"Suck it harder," Dawn said, and she combed her fingers through my
hair.  I opened my mouth wide on her tit and gave it a hard suck.  I
made a big slurping noise.  "Yesss, like that."

I grabbed her other breast and sucked hard on her nipple, nibbled
it, ran my tongue around in circles over it.  And then I swapped
sides, working her other nipple in my mouth.  It pulled up into an
identical tight cone.

"You've been sunbathing," I said, running my finger along the tan
line.

"Uh huh," she said, perspiration beading on her face.  "I like the
way the sun feels on me.  I've liked it ever since I was a junior in
high school."

"What happened when you were a junior in high school?"

"I lost my virginity."

"Oh."

"My boyfriend and I would get together at the pool, lie in the sun,
and then go back to his parents' house and fuck in his bedroom."

I laughed.  I'd never heard her cuss before.  "You would fuck?  Is
that really what you called it?"

She smiled.  "At the time, we called it making love.  But we were
young.  Now I know we were just fucking."

"And what do you think we did last week?  Did we fuck or did we
make love?"

She pressed her lips together.  "Hmm."  She tapped her fingers
against her chin.  "I don't know yet."

I put my hand over her purple or wine burgundy or whatever color
they were panties.  Even through her panties, she felt very hot and
damp.  I pressed my hand hard into her crotch and kissed her.  She
spread her legs wide.

I worked my fingers under the waistband of her panties.  She arched
up against my hand, and her fingers finally wrapped around my penis.
She stroked me while I slipped my fingers inside her panties and onto
her soft, hairy pussy.

We kissed hard and fondled each other.  I worked my middle finger
right between her lips.  She moaned and pumped my cock harder.  I
broke the kiss with a gasp.  She let go of my cock and quickly
stripped her panties off.

I could smell her.

I ran my hands across her hot skin.  She was very warm all over.  I
fingered both nipples between thumbs and fingers.  Dawn's face shone
with sweat.

I looked down between her legs.  Her knees flapped open and closed
like butterfly wings.  I ran my hand down her stomach and into the
dark hair between her legs.  My fingers parted her outer lips and were
greeted by soft, slick flesh.  She was drenched.  I ran a finger up
and down the length of her slit.  When I ran up over the bulge of her
clitoris, she jerked.

"Do you like that?" I asked.

"Yes," she panted.

I used two fingers, and drew them softly up and down on either side
of her clit.  She whimpered and bit her lower lip.

"A little softer, a little slower," she whispered.

And with two fingertips, I went a little softer and a little
slower.  She held her breath and her face twisted up.  And then, with
a sudden rush, she yelled, her eyes and mouth open wide.  For a moment
she breathed in quick bursts.  And then she groaned.  And then she
relaxed.  "Oh my god oh my god oh my god," she litanied.

I was hugely erect.  I'd never seen anything like it.  Nothing at
all like Dawn coming.

Dawn suddenly reached out for me and pulled me tight to her.  We
squeezed together, her bare skin against mine, and rolled around in
the bed.  She moved her legs apart, and I found myself held between
her thighs, my penis pressing against her belly, as we hugged and
kissed.

After one particularly passionate kiss, Dawn stopped.  She looked
into my eyes.

"Are you ready?" she said between deep breaths.

I'd never been more ready in my entire life.  I sat up and got hold
of my erection.  Dawn lay back and rocked her hips up.  Her pussy
looked so soft and inviting.  The hair at the center was all sticky
with moisture.  I ran my cock head up and down through her slit.  Her
pungent aroma tickled my nostrils.

I slipped the head of my cock into her buttery pocket, and I felt
an immediate rush of pleasure.  She spread her legs wide apart,
hummed, and I pushed further in.  Heat and softness surrounded my
cock.

I pumped in and out a couple times, I leaned down to kiss her, and
her arms came up under my arms, she grasped my shoulders and molded
herself up against me.  I sank all the way in, pressing deeply inside.
We wiggled our hips against one another and settled into a long, deep
kiss.

When we finally broke the kiss, I looked directly into her eyes.
Her face was all sweaty, and I suddenly realized I was extremely hot.

I pulled my hips back slowly.  I pushed back in.

We began a slow, deep rocking motion.  "Oh Dawn, you feel so good,"
I said.

Dawn was far more vocal than she had been before I left for
Charlotte.  "Faster, deeper" she said.  "I want to feel you inside
me."

We had a nice, sweaty, physical fuck.  We tolerated the heat and
humped like animals.  Dawn's hands seemed to be everywhere, grabbing
my ass, pinching my nipples, sliding up my sides, fingers dragging
over my hips.  We humped stronger, and her body moved with me.  Her
fingernails dug into my back.  She bucked violently.  I was very
close.  I drove hard and fast, and my cock suddenly lurched inside
her.  I pumped firmly and my body screamed forward, I felt myself
expanding, I felt every inch of her beautiful vagina hugging me.

"Oh Dawn!" I yelled.

I exploded, and I think I yelled out again.  I throbbed strongly,
pumping my semen inside her.

When I was finally aware of where I was, Dawn hands were clutching
my shoulders hard.  Her face was flushed, and a little dark river of
mascara ran down her cheek.

And I was burning up.  I dropped off to the side, sweat running
down my face and back.

It was hot.  Man, was it ever hot!  I gasped for air and put my
hand on Dawn's belly.  She was as hot as a pie straight out of the
oven.

I inhaled, gathering up enough oxygen to say a few words.  I felt
light-headed.  But Dawn!  She was incredible!  But I needed to get
out.  Sweat ran down my chest in a river.  I needed to get out
somewhere to cool off.  But I didn't want to leave Dawn.  I wanted her
with me.

"Man, it's hot," she panted, and she wiped her face with her hand.

"Maybe we should go for a drive or something," I said.

"Now?"

I forced myself to breathe slower.  Man, who would have guessed
Dawn would be such a great fuck?

A drop of sweat stung my eyes, and I wiped my forehead.  "It's too
hot in here," I said.  Dawn's face, too, dripped, and a sheen
glistened between her breasts.  I took another deep breath.  "I can't
sleep in this heat," I said.  "Let's get out of here for a couple
hours and wait for it to cool off."  My lungs began to feel more
normal.  "Are you hungry?  We could go get something to eat."

"I'm not hungry."  She sighed deeply.

"I don't know.  Maybe we can go find a place where we can look at
the stars, or something."

Dawn's eyes lit up, and she rolled on her side.  I looked at the
arc of her hip, and I felt a slight leap in my chest.  "You want to
look at stars?" she said.  Her voice had a sing-song tone that I had
not heard before.  Had I hit a soft spot?  Stargazing?  Was Dawn a
stargazer?

She bounced out of bed and jogged to the bathroom.  The shower
hissed to life.  I pulled on some shorts and a T-shirt, and gathered
up a couple of colorful Indian-style blankets for us to lie on.  Dawn
was soon out of the bathroom, dressed and smiling.  "I know a place,"
she said.

And we sped out of town, leaving the bright city lights behind.
The further we drove, the darker it got.  Fir trees soon crowded in on
the road like the walls of a maze.  We drove for miles through the
dark forest.  Dawn directed me to a side road, and I followed it,
swerving around until we came out at a clearing in the trees.  There
was a gentle, grassy hill a few hundred yards ahead.  I stopped the
car at the base of the hill and shut off the engine.

It was very quiet.  Frogs chirped nearby.

It was warm outside, but not nearly as hot as my apartment.  We
carried the blankets up to the top of the hill and spread them out.
Dawn and I lay down at right angles, our shoulders touching, our hair
mingling.  I took hold of Dawn's hand.  It was warm and felt nice.
Her fingers slipped between mine.  We stared up into the black sky, at
the profusion of pinpoint lights.

"Look at them all."  For some reason I thought I had to whisper.

Dawn sighed.  "Isn't it beautiful?"

"When I was in Charlotte, I couldn't see a single star at night.
Too much light, and too much haze."

"I've always loved looking at the stars.  Do you know there is a
story behind every constellation?  Ancient Greek myths."

"Yeah?" I said.  "Do you know them?"

"I read a bunch of them a long time ago, but I don't really
remember them."

"I don't suppose those ancient Greek myths are all that useful in
modern America."

"Oh, I'm not so sure about that," Dawn whispered.

I had never thought much about stargazing before.  Lying there
looking up into the darkness and the myriad points of light, the word
seemed so appropriate.  Gazing at stars.  The breath-taking swath of
the Milky Way spilling across the sky.  How could you not just lie and
gaze?  How many millions of them?  Stars.  Everywhere.  Stars.

"We should pick one," I whispered.  I don't even know why I said
it, the words just found themselves on my lips.

"What?" Dawn said.

"We should pick one," I repeated, a little louder.  "A star."

"What do you mean?"

Hell, I wasn't sure what I meant.  But with the two of us together,
lying on our backs in the warm night air, staring up at all those
shimmering lights, it seemed like we should pick one.  One of many.
"We should pick a star to call our own," I said.

"Aww," Dawn sighed, "how romantic."  She squeezed my hand tighter.

Romantic?  I nearly laughed.  I'll show her romantic!  "You pick
one out," I said.  "I have a little work to do here."

"Oh God," Dawn said, "where to begin?"

Where to begin indeed?  I went down and pulled off her shoes.  Dawn
lay on her back and stared up into the dark sky.  I loved the way she
looked, just lying there in the dark.  "Lift your hips," I said.  She
absently lifted up her butt and I pulled her shorts off.

"How about a planet?" she said.  "Maybe Venus?"

I tossed her shorts a few feet away.  Venus?  I pondered for a
moment.  "No.  Venus is only visible at sunrise or sunset.  Our star
should be visible all through the night."

"But Venus is the Greek god of love."

I looked at her, and her eyes sparkled with girlish glee.  I
couldn't keep from smiling back.  I lay down beside her and let my
fingers brush across her bare thighs.  "Is that what you really want?"

She giggled.  "No, I'm just having fun.  So you want a star that's
visible all night."  She screwed up her mouth for a minute.  "I guess
that restricts the possibilities."

I leaned harder against her.  My face was close to hers.  Dawn's
eyes danced in the starry light as she stared past me into the sky.  I
got my hand under her T-shirt and pushed it up over her breasts.  Even
in the dim light, I could see her puckery dark nipples.  She breathed
in sharply.

I pushed her shirt up and over her head, and pulled it off her
arms.  Dawn was naked.  Beautifully, gloriously naked.

"Cygnus is the goose," Dawn said.  "It looks like a cross."

I touched her breasts lightly with my fingertips.  Goosebumps rose
all over.  I smiled to myself.

"Or maybe a star in Cassiopeia?"

"The `W'," I said.  I held her nipple between my thumb and
forefinger and nibbled it.  It strained beautifully, and I wrapped my
mouth over it and gave it a nice suck.  And then I went to her other
nipple, and repeated the nibble and suck there.  I leaned back to
admire my handiwork.  Two tight nipple tips.  Very W-like.

"Cepheus?" Dawn said.

"I don't know Cepheus.  Show me."

I lay down beside her and she pointed straight up. I aligned my eye
with her arm.  "The house shaped one.  See it?  It has little ears on
it."

"Looks like a pussy.  Sort of."

Dawn laughed.  "It does not!"

"If it had a line of stars running through the middle, it would
look exactly like a pussy."

"You're nuts."

"Cepheus the Pussy.  I'd like to be born under that sign."

"Cepheus is not one of the constellations of the zodiac.  You can't
be born under it."

"Too bad."

"How about Orion there?"

"Have you ever noticed Orion looks like he has a penis?"

"That's his sword."

"Uh huh."  I pulled off my shorts and my hard penis popped up free.
Much more comfortable.  Good thing the night was warm.

Dawn tipped up on her elbows and looked at my erection.  She
giggled.  "Maybe we should be looking at the Big Dipper."

"Flatterer," I said.  I got down at her feet and pushed her knees
apart.  I looked up at the beautiful tangle of dark hair between her
legs.  Such a polite, proper pussy, all tight-lipped and closed.

"As I recall, the Big Dipper is also known as Ursa Major," I said.
I crawled up between her legs and nuzzled her, kissing her outer
labia, both soft pads, one side, then the other.  "Did anyone ever
tell you that you have a nice Ursa Majora?"

Dawn's legs fell apart, and I went to work on her lovely vulva.
She started out so tidy, just those puffy outer lips.  I kissed and
licked her, all over her upper thighs and up onto those lips.  Her
breath deepened.  I licked and kissed all around.

And then I gave a gentle pull with my fingers, and Dawn opened
right up.  Oh, so beautiful!  All the intricacies in the inside of
Dawn!

"The Little Dipper?" Dawn breathed.  "Ursa Minor?" I slipped my
tongue between her inner lips, licking her lubrication, my tongue tip
slipping over her hole.  I softly fingered the tops of her thighs.  I
pushed my tongue right into her vagina.

"Oh!" Dawn gasped.  "The North Star?"

I lifted up for a second.  "Polaris.  I know that one."  I put a
soft kiss right on top of her clitoris.

"Oh yes!" Dawn arched and pressed her pussy up against my face.

I slurped her clit through puckered lips.

"Right next to Cygnus is Lyra," Dawn said.

I lifted my head.  Dawn stared up into the sky, sweat glistening on
her brow.  "You can tell Lyra because of Vega, that bright star."

I twisted around and looked in the direction of her finger.  Yes, I
could see Vega.  But Lyra?  "What's Lyra supposed to be?"

"It's a harp.  It's small."  She made a motion with her fingers,
tracing out the constellation.

"Ah," I said, and I thought maybe I could see it.  "Aren't you
supposed to strum harps?"  I rolled back between Dawn's legs and
flipped my tongue back and forth over her stiff little clitoris.

"Mmmmmmmm!"

And I kissed and sucked her clitoris, holding it between my lips as
I flipped my tongue.  And I worked a finger up into her sticky wet
vagina.

She groaned so loudly that it shocked me.  I was suddenly aware of
the frogs peeping again.

I felt around inside her and slurped her clit, and she suddenly
tensed up, her breath held, she hung still for several quiet beats.
And then she gave a short, strangled yelp, followed by a boisterous
yell.  And then she slumped back to the ground.

Dawn breathed raggedly as I crawled back up and lay at her side.
She grabbed me, wrapped her arms around my neck, drew me down.  She
kissed me, softly, over and over.  We stopped for just a second,
staring into each other's eyes.  And then I caught a glimpse of
something moving in the corner of my eye.

"Did you see that?" I said.

"A shooting star," Dawn said.

I twisted around and looked back into the sky above us, and I was
again overwhelmed.  All those stars.

I was drawn to a bright cluster in the middle of the Milky Way.
"What is that one?" I pointed.

"Sagittarius," Dawn said.  "The Archer."

"An archer.  How fitting.  An arrow through my heart."

"You're thinking of Cupid."

"Am I?"  I rolled up on top of her and positioned myself between
her outstretched thighs.  "You keep looking at the stars while I put
an arrow through ..."

"Oh God," she groaned.  She was so wet!  My penis slid smoothly in.
I let my weight down on her, felt her warm skin against me.  I leaned
down and kissed her forehead.  "I love being inside you," I whispered.

Dawn's hands went down my back.  I moved slowly in and out.  Dawn
held my hips as my penis moved inside her pussy.  I dropped my head
down until my cheek pressed against hers; her hair brushed against my
face.

"The middle of Sag ..." and Dawn grunted, "God."  She took several
deep breaths while I stroked in her slick vagina.  "The middle of ...
Sagittarius ... is also known as ... the Milk Dipper."

And I took off, my body screamed out, every sensational feeling
converged in my cock.  And I exploded, a big bang of my milky seed
showering Dawn's luscious inner warmth.  Pulse after pulse, I filled
Dawn with my essence.

And I was spent.  I looked down at her, at Dawn's face.  Her
beautiful eyes, her beautiful mouth.  I kissed her as my penis
softened.

We separated.  I lay on my side and looked at my dear, dear Dawn.
She looked back, and we reached out and touched hands.  And we gazed
into each other's eyes, lying together naked and alone, on a grassy
hilltop, in the dead of the moonless night, as the stars swept slowly
and silently across the mid-summer sky.

             * * *


Thank you, Dawn, for helping me see the stars.




              

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