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Evening Rendezvous  [M/F m/f]

Short Story #4
by Tom Bombadil  (c) Nov 1996

Disclaimer:  All the standard rules apply.  If you are offended
by explicit descriptions of sex or the human body, if it is
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This is purely a work of fiction, with all characters and actions
described by me coming straight out of my imagination.  As a work
of fiction, it does not condone or condemn any of the activities
or actions described, nor does it relate to any type of real
events in my life, or known to me in the lives of any of my
friends or relatives.

You've been warned.

I give permission for anyone to archive or share this story.

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Joanna heard a slight rustle in the bushes, the sudden noise sending
small jolts of fear and excitement through her body.  After a few
seconds, she realized it was probably just another small animal of
some sort.  Waiting, alone, in the dark, sharpened her senses and
heightened her sensitivities.  Anticipation added more spice to the
mix.

Sneaking out of the house had been easy, after she'd tricked
her nosy little sister.  Mom and Dad had retired very early to
their bedroom, claiming to be "tired after a long week's work".
"Hah!" were the thoughts of both her and her sister, as they
grinned surreptitiously at one another.  Joanna said she'd be in
the basement working out, as she did frequently, with the stereo
turned up.  She knew Lizzie would take it as tacit permission to
indulge in her passion - listening in on something private.  That
would keep her involved until their parents were quite finished,
probably sometime early in the morning.  Joanna knew about it,
since inquisitiveness (nosiness) ran in the family, but their
parents didn't (they would have stopped such an invasion of privacy
immediately).  The two sisters, like many others, had enough
blackmail stored up against each other that 'tattling' was a very
dangerous thing to do.

Tension ran through her body again when she heard another small
noise.  That time she heard a low whistle, and relief flooded
through her.

"Jojo?" whispered Timothy, her boyfriend, as he walked carefully
through the brush.  The sliver of a moon and distant streetlight
weren't nearly enough to properly illuminate the narrow path.

"Finally!  You're here!" she whispered back.  "What took you?"

"Will.  What else."

"Gawd!  Sometimes I think kid brothers are as much of a pain as kid
sisters."

"Yeah.  I had to convince my mother that having a fourteen year old
tagging along with me to the movies was not a good thing, especially
since I'd have to have him home by ten thirty.  How about
Elizabeth?"

"Oh, she's indulging in one of her favourite pastimes.  That got
her out of my hair for the night.  She'll never notice I'm not
home."  Joanna moved closer to the dim shape standing in the middle
of the hollow.  "How are you feeling tonight?"

"Much better.  Especially now I'm with you again."  Timothy
finally saw her slight form, white sweater shining faintly and
black tights all but invisible in the glow of the distant light.
She seemed to drift towards him.  He found himself wrapping her up
in his arms without even realizing he'd moved.  Even up close, her
tanned skin blended in with the background shadows, and her brown
eyes and dark brown hair looked black.  To him, the darkness didn't
matter.  He could picture in his mind's eye the shape of her face,
the texture of her skin, the ruby bow of her lips from when she'd
first kissed him, and the sparkle in her eye when she'd finally
succumbed to his charms and agreed to their first date.

"Miss me?"  Joanna moved into a hug, enjoying the feel of his
muscular body.  She rested her head on his shoulder, nuzzling into
his neck as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.
Even with his hands behind her back she realized he was holding
something.

"Of course.  Two whole weeks without seeing you."  Keeping her in
his arms, he stepped back slightly, striking a heroic posture.
"It's been a torture beyond normal human endurance.  Only the
thought of you, alone, without me, forever grief-stricken, gave me
the strength to survive.  I persevered through great trials and
unimaginable pains and agonies just to be here with you this
evening.  And I brought a gift for my lady."

"Dork."  He couldn't see her smile, but he could hear it in her
voice.  "Having the flu isn't the end of the world.  Still, you
usually get it worse than most I suppose.  So what did you bring
me?  Something awesomely romantic?  Like a diamond ring?  A string
of pearls?  Some fantastically exotic perfume?"

"None of the above.  Just myself, and a single perfect rose."

She turned slightly at his urging, and he brought his right hand
into view.  There was indeed a rose in his hand, or at least the
shape of one, appearing red-black against the shadows.  She took
it from him, cooing with delight, savouring the faint perfume it
still possessed.

"Thank you.  It's beautiful."  With only a slight urging from her
other hand, he leaned over and kissed her for a few brief seconds.
They stood like that for a moment or two, both lost in the feel
of each other's bodies.

"Shall we adjourn to the sitting room, Miss Jojo?"  The weakness
in his knees betrayed the difficulties he'd had suffering through
a normally mild illness.

"Why, certainly, sirrah.  I'd be delighted.  But where has my
chaperon gone?  A fine lady such as myself should never be left
alone with a man, especially a man with such, ah, indelicate
intentions as yourself."

"Oh, Miss Jojo, you wound me deeply!  I am a gentleman of the
finest breeding!  All of my intentions are perfectly honourable,
and I intend to honour you with every one of them at the first
opportunity."

"Very well then, I'll depend on your honour as a gentleman to keep
me an innocent and delicate flower.  To the sitting room."  They
moved across the small clearing to a large fallen log.  It was
well-worn, a testimony to the innumerable backsides that had rested
there.  One thick branch still protruded, the broken top looking
eerie silhouetted against the purple-black sky.  Timothy straddled
the log, feet spread wide, knees high, with his back braced against
the branch.  Joanna sat sideways to him, perched on one hip, in
between his knees, legs curled up beside her.  She rested her head
on his chest and held him close.  His arms automatically encircled
her waist.  The rose was left lying on the far end of the log.

"Mmmm.  You feel good tonight."  One hand caressed her shoulder
while he nuzzled into her hair and enjoyed the fragrances contained
within.  Her warmth felt good through his thin t-shirt.

"You too.  You sure don't feel like the half-dead, half-starved,
tortured soul you were describing on the 'phone."  One of her hands
was tracing along the muscles of his back and shoulders.

"Well, I might have exaggerated the teeniest bit.  Literary licence,
and all that stuff."  He began teasing her hair with his finger.

"So you LIED to me.  That's, that's TERRIBLE!  Well!  I can only
think of *one* thing you could do to make it up to me."

"I am yours to command, my lady.  What is your wish?  A despot
overthrown?  A dragon slain?  Or would you rather a long and
dangerous quest to a distant land?"

"Don't be silly.  I'm not gonna send you away now, not when I just
got you back.  No, I think maybe a nice kiss would do just fine.
Hmm?"

"Your wish is my command."  Timothy pulled Joanna a little closer
and leaned over for their first real kiss in more than two weeks.

********************************************************************

Daphne rolled onto her back, pulling her husband on top of her.
A high-pitched whine of need escaped from her lips.  Mike, ever
aware of his wife's feelings, positioned himself quickly and
inserted himself slowly into her more-than-ready sex.  In her
opinion, the last hour of touching, teasing, caressing, tonguing
and fingering had been slow, delicious torture, and it was "about
damned time he got serious!"

Her soft whimpers and moans accompanied his slow passage deep
inside, ending with a slight squeal when he bottomed out.  At first
slowly and gently, then with increasing speed and force, he gave her
what she wanted.  Muffled cries of "Oh!" and "God Yes!" from her
were interspersed with sounds of delight from them both, his basso
voice counterpointing her much higher noises.

When she finally climaxed, she bit his shoulder to keep from crying
out loud.  The added stimulation of her frantic grip and flying
hips soon pulled him over the edge as well.  With a savage series
of animalistic grunts, he forced himself as deep as possible for
every ripple of pleasure, pulling back and pushing in after each
one.

Finally he was spent.  They lay there for a while, one on top of the
other, resting and recuperating.  Her aftershocks and twinges sent
tiny jolts of pleasure up through his still-erect cock, and his
occasional twitches brought out tiny gasps from her.  Both were too
tired and too sensitive to resume right away, and would normally
have spent a considerable length of time simply touching, fondling,
and kissing before resuming their frenetic activities.  That day,
though, was slightly different.

"I have to go, dear.  Back in a few minutes."

Both opted for a break, him for the obvious, and her for some cold
drinks.  Normally, their aural voyeur would have heard this unusual
change in their pattern and 'retired' out of sight to avoid
discovery, but, again, that day was slightly different.  She wasn't
home to notice.

While Daphne was on her way to the kitchen, she realized the
bedrooms were both dark and the TV was off.  The only noise was from
the stereo in the basement, but she knew Elizabeth didn't like being
down there (no TV, no couch, and she hated exercise).  Since
Elizabeth hadn't asked for permission to go out, Daphne decided to
ask her elder daughter whether she knew where her younger daughter
had gone.  The only problem was that Joanna had disappeared as
well.  After checking the rest of the house just to be sure, she
knew both had snuck off.  That did not sit well with Mom, and a
short time later it would not sit well with Dad.

She handed him his drink and climbed back into bed before voicing
her suspicions.

"Hon, did either of the girls ask you for permission to go out
tonight?"

He glanced over at her with a puzzled expression on his face.  She
wasn't looking at him, so he turned away.  "No, I don't think so.
Is there something I should know?"

"Yes.  They've both gone out.  Where, I don't know."

"Oh."  He lay there in silence for a while before speaking again.
"I guess that means we're off for the rest of the night."

She rolled over to stroke his chest and give him a light kiss on
the lips.  "Postponed, dear.  Just postponed."

He gave out a long sigh, realizing that, at least for his wife,
the mood was now lost.  As was their evening plans.  He suggested
another of her favourites.  "Euchre, my dear?"

"I suppose.  Though I don't know how long we'll be playing.  Any
guesses where they are?"  Both were getting up and getting dressed.

"Joanna's easy.  She's been grounded for a week now, and couldn't
see Timothy the week before, so they've probably arranged some sort
of rendezvous.  Elizabeth, I don't know.  I doubt Joanna would take
her along if she were meeting her boyfriend."

"Maybe they made other plans?  Well, we'll see later.  I know!"
Daphne giggled as an idea took shape.  "Skip the card game.  Let's
leave the lights off and wait for them in the front room.  No TV,
no stereo.  That way, we'll surprise them when they get home.
Okay?"

"Won't that get a bit tedious, just sitting there doing nothing?"

"Hon, unless you've changed a lot in the last few minutes, I'm sure
you can think of something for us to do, on the couch, in the dark,
alone, even *with* our clothes on."

"Since you put it that way, my dear, maybe, just maybe, you've got
something there."

Leaving all the lights alone, and leaving the stereo on in the
basement, they 'retired' to the couch to relive some of the better
moments from their early dates.

********************************************************************

Joanna moaned softly into Timothy's ear.  His lips were tracing
paths of fire up and down her neck, but it was his hands that gave
her the delights she felt.

The heat from his palm was a sharp contrast to the cool of the air
on her exposed breasts.  Her sweater and bra pulled off, she was
topless and exposed.  The white areas of untanned skin seemed to
glow, even in the tiny bit of illumination that reached them.  She
stroked his member slowly as he caressed her.

Neither said anything, as words were unnecessary for what they were
doing.  Only faint murmurs and the sounds of heavy breathing were
heard for a while.  Eventually Timothy started gasping, her
practiced hand and fingers having their usual effect.  The tissues
she'd thought to bring kept them both presentable.

When he recovered, he unsnapped her jeans and slid his hand inside.
He also had well-practiced digits, and she had taught him quite a
few ways of satisfying her.  That day he teased a lot, moving his
fingers slowly, keeping them away from the centre of her pleasure,
making her moan with anticipation.  He left her on the edge until
she was almost ready to bite him in frustration.  A gentle, soft,
yet rapid circular motion in the correct spot brought on her gasps
and a stiffening of her entire body.

They sat like that for a while, him gently caressing, her holding
him tight, both occasionally kissing and rubbing against one
another.  Eventually the cold and the lateness of the hour intruded
into their little world.

"I guess it's time to go," she said.

They kissed for a few minutes.

"I suppose," he said.  His fondling picked up in intensity,
bringing with it a slight gasp from her.

"No, I really have to get back before I'm missed.  Next time?"

He allowed her to pull his hand out of her pants.  He rubbed his
sticky fingers on her nipples.  The sudden chill made them contract
into hard little knots of flesh.

"Oh, you're terrible!  That's cold!"  She pushed his hand away
rather quickly.

"I'm sorry," he said with an unseen grin.  "Let me make it better."
He bent down and took one of her nipples into his mouth.  Her
sudden intake of breath told him she was still quite aroused.

"No, Timothy.  We don't have time for this.  If I don't get home
soon, someone will notice I'm gone.  Then I'll get lectured at and
be grounded forever.  We'd never see each other again.  You
wouldn't want that to happen, would you?"

"My Lady, that is a future to be avoided.  Here, let me help speed
you on your way."

He tried to help her get back into her clothes.  That, of course,
slowed down the process considerably, yet allowed him plenty of
opportunity to touch and fondle her body.  For Joanna, each caress
felt hot and sensual, adding to the fluttery feelings deep within
her body.

Eventually they parted, him heading in one direction, her in
another.  The rose lay forgotten on the end of the log.

********************************************************************

Daphne was giggling, softly and quietly.  Her arms were wrapped
around her husband's chest, and his were resting on her shoulders.
He was the one who heard the slight noise from the basement,
something different from the radio that was still playing.

"Someone's home," he whispered.

They waited, hidden on the couch, until they saw their eldest
daughter walking carefully and quietly towards her room.

"Joanna," called her mother in a low, almost sing-song voice.
"Come on over here."

Both parents heard the faint curse they weren't meant to hear.
Joanna knew she was in trouble by the way her mother spoke.  They
knew she knew by that word she'd said and by the guilt-ridden way
she walked into the room.

"Where have you been?" her mother asked.  Joanna sat in a chair and
stayed quiet.

"With Timothy, no doubt," her father added, rather unnecessarily.

"Yes" she finally admitted.  She knew she'd been caught.

"Do you have any idea where your sister is?"  Her mother's question
brought her out of her fog of self-pity.

"You mean she's not home?"  Twinges of panic ran up and down
Joanna's spine, finally settling deep in her chest.  She suddenly
had some very anxious thoughts.

"No," her mother said.  "We thought she might have been with you,
but obviously we were wrong."

"I think I'll save my lecture for a while," said her father.  "At
least until your sister get's home.  That way I don't have to repeat
myself.  Again."

"Sounds good, hon.  We'll wait right here.  Joanna, you just sit
there and think about what you've done, and about how worried and
disappointed you've made us.  That should keep you occupied for
a while."

Other thoughts were racing through her daughter's mind.

A short time later Elizabeth came through the front door.  She was
very quiet and very secretive, making no noise whatsoever.  The
lack of lights and sounds had lured her in.

An "Ahem" from her father, along with the sudden illumination from
the lamp he turned on, shocked her.  Everyone saw the rose as she
tried to hide it behind her back.


<Fin>
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