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From: drwho@world.std.com (Patrick Donovan)
Subject: "The Cabin" (mf, romance)
Date: Tue, 9 Apr 1996 05:42:41 GMT

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THE LOST SOUL JOURNALS
by Patrick Donovan
E-mail: <drwho@world.std.com>
(c) 1993 - Black Angora Press

			      The Cabin
				for E.

	"Turn right up there," she said.

	I turned into the small gravel lane, which had been obscured
by a thick line of trees. It wound its way back through the heavy wood
and into the hills of upstate New York. The sound of the tiny stones
crunched beneath us drowned out the cries of the birds and rush of the
early evening breezes that would later become our musical soundtrack
for the next two days. I was awed by the beauty that surrounded us, as
well as that which sat beside me in the cab of the pick-up. Lee was
young, almost 19. She had wavy dark hair, a beautiful angelic face,
warm eyes that hid her tender loving soul, and lips that must have
melted the heart of many a boy in high school. I was very lucky to be
with her. In fact I couldn't help but look back over the way the
whole extraordinary situation had begun...

	I had met Lee on the Internet through a chat called Piedmont.
She and I used to spend hours talking and making up role-playing
adventures. It wasn't until things fizzled between me and Leslie that
Lee and I began to explore sexual topics more seriously. It was then
that I learned she was still a virgin. She began to tell me how she
was afraid to meet her love, Tim, in real life. She and Tim had also
met on Piedmont, but they had yet to really meet. They were in school
almost 500 miles apart and their schedules just hadn't allowed them to
get together. She confided to me that she was afraid that she wouldn't
be able to please him because she was so inexperienced. That is where
our relationship changed. She adopted me as her teacher (I never liked
that word, but she got a kick out of calling me that, so it stuck).
For several months we shared fantasies and made love on the computer
for hours at a time. Her imagination was incredible, as was her
instinct for what was sexually stimulating and exciting. I began to
doubt that she needed me at all! But then I also began to realize
something else. With all her loving concern for me, always calling
and checking to see that I was OK and always following up on my
therapy and depression medication to make sure that I was taking it, I
never thought that this might happen, but it was bound to. I was
falling in love with her.

	Now, as to how I got to New York to see her. It wasn't really
so hard. I was beginning to write more music at this time and the
copies of my locally-released tape had been circulating among friends
and contacts for about a year. I got a call from a publisher in Albany
in the middle of July. They wanted to negotiate with me to come out
and record some music for a compilation album they were doing. After I
had calmed down and accepted the offer, I also realized that I could
stop in and see Lee, since she was only a few hours away. So I flew
out to Albany, talked with the publisher, rented a truck, and headed
up to see Lee. Simple as that.

	OK, so how did this trip into the woods come about? Well, I
had called Lee ahead of time (I mean, I'd LOVE to have surprised her,
but that sure would have been a waste of a trip if she hadn't been
home, now wouldn't it?) and told her of my trip. She, being the
wonderfully supportive woman that she is, was very happy for me, but
when I suggested coming to see her, she was speechless. The thought of
what would (or wouldn't) happen if we actually met was something she
had never really thought about. She stuttered something about planning
to go away to her family's cabin for a weekend to herself, but it
seemed like a feeble excuse to avoid meeting someone she had invested
so much of herself in being a friend to.

	"Lee," I said, "why don't we go to the cabin and spend some
time there together. I can pick you up."

	There was silence.

	"You know nothing would happen between us, hon," I added, to
reassure her.

	"I would find it very hard to resist you, Patrick," she said,
nervously. "Nothing would happen if I didn't want it to... but I can't
guarantee that I don't want anything to happen with you."

	For the first time I was speechless. Lee Ann had always been
so devoted to Tim. Suddenly I began to think that maybe this whole
thing was really just a plan to seduce her.

	"Maybe you're right, Lee Ann." I thought for a moment. "Could
I at least stop in town and see you? Maybe take you to dinner?"

	Lee agreed to that and so our plans were made. But when I got
there Friday evening, something had changed. Her car had broken down
and she, after a bit of dodging, asked me if I would take her to the
cabin. She said her friend Alice would pick her up Sunday, but that no
one else would be able to take her up that night. I agreed. Any excuse
to spend just a few extra hours with her.

	And that's how we got this far...

				* * *

	The cabin came into view after about 10 minutes on the gravel
road. Not a sign of anyone for miles. I was beginning to worry about
just how safe Lee would be by herself. I pulled up beside the wood and
brick structure. Only when I reach the summit of the driveway did I
see the true splendor of the area we were in. The cabin sat on a 1
acre lake, which was fed by a stream that rolled down from further up
in the hills. The trees were thick, but there were at least three
paths into the woods that I could see immediately. Sunlight pierced
the canopy of trees in bright golden shafts. As Lee emerged from the
truck, she stepped into one of the pools of sunlight. It greatly
enhanced her already angelic qualities. She was glowing, so radiant,
so heavenly...

	"What's wrong, Patrick?" she asked. Her eyes sparkled with
golden pinpoints.

	I was at a loss for words. I felt tears well up in my eyes,
but I fought them down. I could not mourn over what I never had.

	"Nothing, Lee. I was just thinking," was all I could muster
and I grabbed her bags from the bed of the truck. I dragged them to
the porch. She followed close behind with the bags of groceries we had
picked up in the little town in the foothills. She searched her purse
for the keys, undid the locks, and let me in.

	The cabin itself could easily have been called a house. It was
a two story ranch-style building, with two bedrooms upstairs and a
living room, kitchen, and bathroom downstairs. The partially-covered
porch extended out to the lake's edge, where there was a dock. On the
dock was a small, overturned rowboat. Evidently it was used for
fishing (Lee had told me on the way up that the lake was well-stocked,
including an elusive bass rumored by her father to be at least 25
pounds - I had to chuckle at that one - her dad must have a lot of
"one that got away" stories). About 100 feet down the shore was a
peninsula that extended about 30' out into the lake. There was a huge
tree there and the ground was covered with a fine layer of deep green
grass.

	I took her bags up to the large bedroom and then returned to
help Lee stock her groceries. I wanted to prolong the time we had
together, not so much to spend the most time with her, but to avoid
the teary good-bye that I knew must come eventually. She had plenty
for the weekend, so I didn't have to worry about that, but I did
wonder about her safety. She had said she had never stayed here alone
before.

	"Lee Ann, honey," I said, taking the last two eggs from her
and putting them into the fridge door. "I'm really worried about you
staying here alone. You -."

	Before I could finish, she grabbed me and held me to her, then
stood up on her tippy-toes and kissed me on the forehead.

	"I'll be OK," she said, doing her best to reassure me.

	"You're sure you won't trust me to stay?"

	She nodded, though it seemed to me to be a bit hesitantly.
"You just better head on back to Albany."

	That did it, the tears started, I was so hopelessly in love
with this woman that I just couldn't face it anymore. I turned away
from her and walked to the porch door, but she caught my arm and
turned me toward her again. She buried her face against my chest and
we held each other for what seemed like an hour. All I could hear was
her soft breathing and the gentle rustle of the leaves outside by the
dock. My tears dried on her forehead and she looked up at me. She had
tear stains on her cheeks as well.

	"OK, go on," she said, sniffling, "You'd better get back to
the road before it gets too dark to drive on the gravel drive."

	With that I sighed in resignation and walked to the truck. She
stood on the porch and watched me get in. I took one last look at her
and started the truck, backed it up to turn around, and sped out of
the parking area. In seconds, I was gone.

				* * *

	Not 30 minutes later there came knock on the porch door. Lee
had changed into her plaid bathrobe and was reading her latest steamy
romance novel in front of the small fire. When she heard the knock she
jumped up and ran to the kitchen, grabbing her butcher knife and
flipping on the outside light. She was both relieved and angered to
find me waiting there for her, my luggage in hand.

	"What happened?!" she exclaimed.

	"You wouldn't believe me. You're going to think I planned
this, but I really, honestly, truly, didn't."

	She looked at me and delivered her comment deadpan. "You ran
out of gas, didn't you?"

	"Lee, we talked and talked and I got so caught up in being
with you that I didn't even think about getting gas back in the town."

	She raised the butcher knife, gesturing with it as though it
were an extension of her hand. "You silly twerp!"

	"Lee! The knife!" She looked at it, exasperated, and set it
down on the cutting board with a crack. "I oughtta castrate you for
scaring me like that."

	"I'm sorry, but I was still on the gravel road when it
happened and it's getting ready to rain. Even if I had tried to make
it to the road, it's still 10 miles to the main highway, let alone 10
more to the town. I would have been soaked! I had to come back here."

	Lee looked pitifully at me, standing there with my bags in
hand and dirt all over my clothes.

	"You're such a mess. Come on in and take your stuff up to the
other bedroom. I guess you're meant to stay here after all."

	I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek as I passed and
headed for the stairs.

	"But Patrick... "

	I stopped on the second stair.

	"If I find out you contrived this, I *will* cut your balls
off. One at a time." Her face was dead serious for a moment, but then
she cracked a smile. I headed on up and unpacked, laying out some
decent night clothes.

				* * *

	When I came out of the bathroom from my cleansing shower (in
my favorite red and blue bathrobe with boxer shorts underneath), Lee
was lying on the couch, her book folded up against her chest. I took
the book, marked her place, and set it on the coffee table. I spread
the covers out over her and patted her head good night. I turned out
all but the night light. Only then did I realize that it had started
raining while I had been in the shower. I headed to the staircase,
catching occasional flashes of distant lightning as I rose to the next
floor. I opened the window of the guest room a little and left my door
open to form a cross breeze (how Lee could have stood a fire I have no
idea). I crawled under the covers and lay there for a long time,
contemplating my life amid the roll of the thunder and the flash of
its accenting lightning. How I longed for her touch, for her kiss. My
hand wandered lower and I shook with anticipation...

				* * *

	I was so close to my climax that another second and I would
have begun to come, but a sudden gasp and cry startled me out of my
trance. I sat upright and listened intently. I could have sworn I
heard my name. Carefully I got up and crept to the door of my room. I
listened in the hallway, but there was no sound. I trod lightly on the
stairs, stopping once on the way down, and again at the foot of the
stairs, to listen. I heard nothing. I glanced into the living room to
see if Lee was all right. I could see her bathrobe and her arms, then
her legs. 'She must have thrown her covers off.' I thought. But as I
moved silently closer, things became clearer to me.

	I can't recall if I looked away or not. I like to think that I
did, but I can't be sure. Lee was lying on the couch with her bathrobe
partly open. Her breasts were pretty much in full view, shimmering in
the dying firelight, lightly moist from her perspiration. Her panties
were pulled down just a little, exposing just a glimpse of the dark
forest between her legs. Her hand lay across the front of her
underwear, her thumb tucked under the elastic and nestled among her
pubic hairs.

	"Oh, Lee Ann," I whispered to myself in something of a sensual
gasp. The sight of her like that was so incredibly erotic to me. I
realized, too, that I probably had heard my name. As, perhaps, she had
heard her own from upstairs. It's possible that she heard me creaking
the bed in my own self-induced throes of ecstasy and imagined what I
was doing to myself in her honor. Naturally she had been aroused and
had to relieve her tension as much as I had to relieve mine. I stood
there, not 5 feet away, in awe of her.

	I can't say what overtook me next, but it was like a force
driving me. 'She can always say no,' I thought to myself. I knelt in
front of the failing embers and glanced upon her beauty. Her face was
one that I recognized. One of satisfaction and contentment after a
fulfilling orgasm. I felt a pang of remorse at disturbing her peaceful
rest, but it passed quickly as I began to raise the flaps of her
bathrobe out of the way. The light from the nightlight cast a cool
glow over her chest that made it appear as though it were in an old
black-and-white photo. Her bosoms were lovely round globes, just the
right size for clasping with an excited palm and kneading to complete
arousal. Her nipples, surrounded by small dark areoles, were no longer
erect as they must have been minutes earlier, but they were still
defined as tiny little buds that begged to be tugged at with gentle,
loving teeth.

	I admired her breasts while I worked up the courage. Slowly I
leaned over and began to kiss one of them. Lee stirred, moaning
softly. I opened my mouth more and began to stroke her breast with my
tongue. I brushed to now-hardening nipple with my tongue.

	"Oh God," she moaned in the softest, most aroused whisper I
have ever heard. Lee's hand gently clasped the back of my neck,
pulling my mouth tighter against her bosom. That forced almost her
entire breast into my mouth and it was all I could do to keep moving
my tongue all around its surface. As she became fully awake, she
suddenly realized what was happening. She almost let out a cry of
protest, but at that moment she felt my hand on hers, guiding it back
to where it had been, inside her panties. She gasped instead at the
sudden pleasure of feeling her fingers being rubbed over the soft tuft
of her genital mound, brushing her moistening labia and stiffening
clitoris. Her fingers mixing with my fingers, exploring her sex.
Sensations old and new searing the center of her womanhood. With
instinctive sexual responses, her hand clasped mine and forced my
fingers up into her vagina. The tips of three of my digits found
themselves gliding into a slippery, silky passageway that gripped them
tightly. My thumb rested itself over the hood of Lee's clitoris,
lifting and dropping the sensitive fold of skin. The full force of
daylight was dawning on her world very quickly.

	I moved my mouth to her other breast. As I did so, she slid
her hand down from my neck to her hips, where she lifted her behind
and pulled off her panties. I kept pumping into her mound with my
fingers and I feasted on her succulent breasts, nipping as hard as I
dared on her nipple with my teeth. She gasped my name out loud and
thrust her hips wildly into the air. At the same time, there was a
thunderclap outside. Somewhere in that moment of ecstasy, she
remembered what she most loved to have me do in our fantasies on
Piedmont. Without words, merely grunts and moans, she nudged my head
downward, away from her breasts. Her mound came into view and I
immediately became aware of what she craved. I watched as I slowly
withdrew my fingers from her hot wetness. I admired the build of her
body, the textbook perfection of the design of her sex. Her outer
labia parting to expose her thin inner lips, which parted to reveal
her waiting tunnel. The tunnel which led to her depths, to the center
of her passion, her womb. Her hands spread her mound completely open
and I began brushing my lips over her arousal. Her scent was so
strong... it beckoned... and I plunged downward.

	Lee's cry of pleasure was accompanied by another rap of
thunder. The warmth and saltiness of her sex mingled with the warmth
and tingling of my tongue. We each attained the height of pleasure
from this act. Lee bucked and heaved her bottom against my face. As
she drove herself to come, I did everything I could to her. I fondled
her buttocks, so soft and smooth and round in my hands. Then I probed
her anus with a wet finger tip, entering her as far as the first
knuckle of my index finger. Her squirming and my probing generated so
much heat within her sex that she exploded within seconds of my finger
entering her. Thunder once again burst aloud as Lee's 18-year-old body
bounced up and down off the couch, her muscles squeezing and thrusting
all around. I could feel her ecstasy around my fingertip, which I
drove further into her as she came. Wave after wave of her cream
spilled out over my chin and down into the crack of her bottom. Over
all this were Lee's cries of pleasure: deep, passionate cries and high
squeals of excruciating sensual release. Later she told me that her
own self-induced ecstasies were like drips into the ocean of that one
orgasm.

				* * *

	I kept my chin pressed against her mound for a time while Lee
rested. Rumbles outside in the distance seemed to draw closer as we
rested. As soon as she caught her breath, though, I felt her tugging
on my shoulders.

	"Patrick, Patrick," she said softly. I moved over her, looking
into her eyes and, for the first time, we kissed. Her tongue probed my
mouth passionately. As we kissed, her legs spread apart further and
wrapped partially around my bottom. Her hands wrapped around and
brushed my head, but I held myself up with one hand as I reached down
to my boxers. One of her hands followed quickly and tried to help me
pull my erection out from the flap at the front of my underpants. Both
our hands were on it. We broke the kiss and I lifted myself as much as
I could. We both looked down at our hands, in joint custody of my
penis, brushing the head against Lee's soaking mound.

	"Oh, Patrick, please... now."

	She removed her hand and re-embraced me around the neck. I was
so hot and excited now, as was she, I just pushed the head downwards
into her. It slipped in between her labia easily and I pushed forward
firmly. All too late, I realized that I shouldn't have done it that
way.

	Lee screamed as I penetrated her. I was suddenly surrounded by
the warmth of her heated, virgin sex, which gripped me tightly. I
didn't move at all, but I met her gaze. Small tears had formed at the
corners of her eyes. She looked at me with an expression of pained
pleasure.

	"Lee, I'm sorry," I whispered, nearly horrified.

	"Don't stop, Patrick. It's gonna have to hurt sometime. Just
make love to me."

	I took her at her word. She grimaced a few times as I began to
thrust back and forth, but gradually she lost any sign of discomfort
and slowly began to gasp and grunt as she had when my head was buried
between her legs. Her vagina clasped me more firmly than any other
lover I can remember, but the sheer pleasure from this clasping worked
as if to milk me of my semen.

	"Oh, Lee... my God, Lee," I moaned.

	Our pace quickened and Lee began to make active thrusts
against me. I wasn't too deep inside her, as I think I held back just
to reduce the chance of hurting her again, but that just increased our
speed. I was already beginning to feel the pleasure starting to build
behind my testicles. Lee was going to reach her crescendo before me,
so I let her. Her vagina clasped me in pulses and she began gasping. I
felt something stirring deep inside now. Suddenly she cried out:

	"Tim! Oh God T -."

	Thunder exploded outside. She realized, before she even
finished her screams, that she hadn't cried out my name, but that of
the person she really, truly loved. Her reaction was startling. She
pushed my hips back, forcing my penis out of her. My excitement had
been interrupted, but I still felt warmth flowing through me. I looked
down and saw one or two small spurts of semen spew from the tip of my
penis into Lee's dark forest. I looked back into her eyes. Already
tears were forming. I slipped off the couch an knelt beside her.

	"Lee Ann... "

	"Oh Patrick, I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!" she sobbed.

	"Lee Ann, it's OK."

	She stood up and pulled the bathrobe around her. Her sudden
movements caught me off guard, so by the time I was standing, she had
opened the porch door and was gone.

	"Lee Ann, come back!"

	I ran to the door and drew my robe around me, tying the belt.
Lightning flashed around and I saw her robe trailing behind her along
the lake's edge. She was running toward the peninsula.

	"Lee Ann, please come back, you'll get hurt!" My voice
trembled with anxiety and fear. What if something *did* happen to her?
It would be all my fault. I had to stop her and calm her down; get her
to come back in. I followed her to the lake.

				* * *

	When I reached the base of the peninsula, I couldn't find see
her for the darkness and the driving rain. When the lightning flashed,
though, I saw the tail of her robe extending from around the lake side
of the tree. I started toward her. As I approached, I could hear her
crying. It was all my fault... all my fault. I walked past the tree to
the end of the peninsula.

	I listened to her cry and sob, watching her whenever the
lightning would allow me to, until she looked up and saw me there.
Lightning flashed again, silhouetting me against the lake and forest
beyond. Lee stood up shakily and took a few steps towards me.
Lightning continued to offer us eerie glimpses of each other. She
hadn't managed to close her robe around her tightly and it hung open
now, showing me everything from her rain-soaked breasts and mound to
the mud caked on her feet and shins. She saw my drenched hair and the
mud on my feet, then my robe slipped open as well and my limp penis
and scrotum, glistening with moisture from the storm, were visible to
her.

	She stumbled into my arms and began sobbing all over again.
She tried to apologize and I tried to console her, but she fell
against me and slid to the grass. I tried to hold onto her, but I
could only join her on the ground to hold and comfort her. Her nude
body pressed against me, with her breasts against my chest and her
mound against my leg. I stroked her hair and brushed her face, trying
to get her to look into my eyes. Finally, as I slid my hand behind her
head and turned her to face me, our eyes were able to make contact.

	"Lee Ann, it's all right. I understand. I should never have
gone to you on the couch. Hell, I should never have come to see you at
all. I *knew* something would happen if I came out here. I knew all
along."

	Her lower lips wavered as she tried to speak. "Y-you don't
understand, Patrick. You just haven't gotten it, have you?"

	"I don't know what you mean, Lee."

	Her eyes grew in frustration. "God dammit, Patrick Donovan!
Don't you understand? I *love* you! I love you so much!" she cried,
her last words quavering into a new series of sobs as she buried
herself against my chest once again.

	I was shocked. I had been so concerned for myself through this
that I hadn't even thought that *she* could have fallen in love with
me. She had always been so firm to remind me of Tim that I never gave
her feelings a second thought. But now things were beginning to make
sense. I only had one question.

	"Lee, why did you call out -."

	"I'm so sorry. I couldn't stop thinking about Tim. I've been
falling for you for a long time and I was worried about what I would
tell Tim if I decided to end it with him. That's why I was coming up
here this weekend. That's why I didn't want you to stay. I needed to
think and make a decision. But when we started making love, I-I got
confused."

	I hugged her close to me and kissed her on the cheek. "Lee,
I'm not upset about that, I understand now. There's no need to cry." I
brushed her tears away and kissed where they had been. She did the
same for my tears and then pressed her lips against mine. Lightning
flashed and thunder clattered.

	Lee pushed me backwards into the thick, wet grass. Her whole
body glistened in flashes of light. In the darkness between them I
felt her climbing on top of my body. Her breasts brushed smoothly over
my chest and against my face. I groped for them with my hands and
mouth, catching them and suckling passionately. Then she pulled her
chest away as she fully mounted me.

	I felt her mound as it settled against my genitals. Her warmth
began spreading out and my arousal began. My penis stirred and began
to stiffen. Lee felt it growing against her sex and started to gyrate
against it. My hands went to her hips and buttocks, clasping them
firmly. I lifted her hips a bit and that allowed my penis to slip into
the slit of her sex. Lightning flashed to reveal her sex descending
over mine. I felt her heat swallowing me and I moaned, which echoed
loudly throughout the hollow. My hands clutched the firm spheres of
her bottom as she pushed hard against me, driving my erection further
inside herself. Finally she sat up and removed her soaking bathrobe.
Then another flash revealed her to be arched back as I was penetrating
her, her breasts jutting out with taught nipples thrust high in the
air. She grunted as her tight vagina gave to allow me as far in as I
could go at the time. We started to move together. After a few moments
of shifting and adjusting during our thrusts, we began a steady
rhythm. Our eyes met when the rhythm started and we rarely broke the
gaze from that moment to the final climax.

	The storm, however, hadn't abated. Rain poured down all around
us, the torrent reduced as it fell on us solely by the presence of the
peninsula tree. But even that was a strong shower, with droplets and
trails falling from Lee's hair onto my chest or my face. Rivulets
cascaded down her smooth back and around the ridges of her spine to
its base, then flowed down through the cleft of her buttocks, between
her globes, over her anus and perineum, then poured down over the base
of my penis and fell from my scrotum to the ground below our bodies.

	Lee's pace grew steadily and our friction began to open her
tunnel even more. She felt the head of my penis touch her inside. Then
again. Then again. She cried out across the lake every time it
contacted her cervix. That was what she had been driving for and now
it was happening.

	"Patrick! Patrick!" she cried out as her release built,
stacking upwards to a crescendo that would complete our symphony of
passion.

	Her hips ground into me as her muscles began to take over with
their automatic response. Her breathing became staggered and she
started gasping. I felt her vagina gripping me like a vise, pulsing,
clenching, trying to force me to come.

	But I didn't need the coaxing. Lee's slick and silky walls
surrounded my erection. I felt a building and pulsing in my own loins
and I started to lift Lee from the wet ground. Our gazes were still
locked and we pumped and drove to the final moments.

	"Oh, Patrick!" she screamed. She broke her gaze for just a
moment to throw her head back as the ecstasy of orgasm swept over her
and forced her back and neck muscles to contract. She convulsed again,
feeling herself tighten around the unfamiliar shape buried within her
genitals. It butted her cervix once more and she screamed again,
regaining control of her muscles and boring her gaze into my mind. The
warmth began to fill her.

	Tears were beginning to flow uncontrollably from my eyes (as
they did from hers, only I was unaware of it) as I reached the final
moment. An explosion of adrenaline drove my hips to incredible speeds
as the pulsing began. It started near my buttocks, then I felt in my
perineum, then it flowed through my testicles, and finally I felt it
in the base of my penis. I lifted Lee off the ground and held her
there.

	(The storm exploded into its full fury at that moment,
lightning flashing and thunder roaring and clapping steadily as we
reached our peaks... )

	I know the tip of my penis was pressed firmly against her
cervix when the first spurts came. Lee felt my semen as it struck her
full force inside. Then the second spurt. Then we thrust and the third
one spilled out near the entrance of her vagina, but the fourth spurt
was once again against the gateway to her womb. The last two or three
spurts also burst out against her cervix, but by that time we were
both so lost in our ecstasy that we didn't care anymore. Our worlds
were joined for this short time and we didn't want to lose it.

	We were both crying, tears and emotions pouring out as she
collapsed her firm breasts against my bare, wet chest. My hands
automatically clasped around her back and hers held my shoulders. We
lay like that, joined though drained, for nearly half-an-hour. It
didn't matter that we were soaked, that our bodies were totally
drained of everything but our newly-recognized love for each other,
that a terrible thunderstorm raged all around us. All that matter was
that we were joined and had shared our bodies together and that part
of me, forever and always, would remain inside of Lee Ann, no matter
what happened to us.

				* * *

	The storm began to subside during that thirty minutes of peace
and tranquility that we shared. As we regained our strength, we
wrapped ourselves in our robes (Lee had thrown hers half-way into the
lake) and trudged back along the lake side to the cabin. We each took
a shower, then hung up our clothes to dry in the kitchen. It was bout
3am when Lee finally crawled into the large bed in the master bedroom
of the cabin. She curled up with me, her soft breasts pressed firmly
against my chest and her head laying against my out stretched arm. My
arm lay down her side and my hand was draped over her bare buttock.
The world faded and we fell asleep, but awoke the next morning in the
exact same position.

	We didn't have to move to look out the window. We already knew
it was a bright, clear, sunny day outside. It was the first of two
clear and sunny days, weather-wise and otherwise. It was the first of
two days of soul-searching and incredible passion and loving. And it
was the first day of many, many days together with an angel named Lee
Ann...

				 End

Patrick Donovan <drwho@world.std.com>
Amateur Romantic/Erotic Fiction
Black Angora Press