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Subject: Collage kid and a wicked bitch
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Date: 17 Apr 1997 03:00:04 -0400
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This is a true story. The names have been changed to protect the 
innocent...and the "guilty".

It's a very personal story to me, and is also my first attempt at doing 
this, so if you like it, I'd appreciate you letting me know by replying 
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"You know, Andy, this all started so innocently," I thought to myself...

In a lot of ways, I'm a lot like Julia Roberts in the movie "Pretty 
Woman"...when it comes to love, I've always wanted the fairy tale. I know 
that's pretty unusual for a guy, but I've never been the type of guy that 
has liked the idea of sleeping around. It isn't me at all.

Little did I know that about a few years ago, my one and only dalliance 
would end up changing my life forever.

During the days I was in college in the Midwest, you would have thought, 
as most people did, that I was the typical bookworm. I didn't go out 
much, and I really didn't have the desire to. In fact, some people took 
that to mean I was gay.

I wasn't, by any stretch of the imagination. I *had* a lover...it's just 
nobody else knew who she was, because she was never there.

Allow me to explain. Several years before, I had become a member of a 
local bulletin board service in my hometown, and it was there that I had 
met Angela. She was a sweet girl, though somewhat troubled, and my heart, 
for whatever reason, just reached out to her and said, "You're the one." 
We fell in love on-line, met a few months later (in what was a rather 
torrid weekend in her family's mountain cabin--surprisingly so, 
considering we never actually went "all the way"), and continued our 
relationship when I went off to college in the Midwest.

Unfortunately, Angela's school obligations wouldn't allow her to take 
enough time off to come visit me, and since I was relying on financial 
aid for my schooling, I didn't exactly have the pocket money to come out 
to visit her, as much as I'd have liked to. So, we had a long-distance 
relationship for some time.

This caused us a lot of problems. Angela is fiercely loyal to me, and 
doesn't even *dream* of anyone else, let alone pursue anything. So, I 
suppose it's natural that she expected I do the same in return. 
Unfortunately, I had a much harder time with that idea than either of us 
thought. I finally told her, "Look, I love you, Angela, but I can't sit 
here and count the days waiting for you. I have to live my own life."

So we reached a compromise...we agreed that, at least for the time we 
spent away from each other until we were engaged, we would allow each 
other to see other people. Now, I'm 6'1", about 220 pounds, but back then 
I weighed closer to 235, and I had enough flab where I didn't think of 
myself as all that attractive, so I didn't expect anything to happen.

Eventually, however, I developed a new diversion...computers. And I 
didn't know it at the time, but it was here that I would meet one of the 
few true loves I've ever had in my life.

I discovered newsgroups in my sophomore year, when my college first got 
hooked up to the Internet with them. Once I figured out how to use them, 
I started becoming a regular to several of them, and developed several 
close friendships and business contacts that I still have to this day.

One day, in the middle of the summer, I was scanning my e-mail box when I 
recieved a letter from someone I had vaguely seen on one of the groups, 
named only "Desire". Curious as hell, I quickly scanned the letter. In 
part, it read:

"Dear Andrew,

"I've been taking a look at some of the things you've written over the 
last few weeks, and I must say, I can't help but admire some of the 
things you've said. I can't help sometimes but think about making a 
point, look at something you've written, then just point to it and say, 
"*nod* What he said." You strike me as being a very intelligent man, and 
I hope that you stick around, because this group *needs* someone like you."

From here, "Desire" went on to respond to one of my posts, but by that 
point I wasn't all that interested in what this person had to say about a 
mere *post*. Not only was the name provocative (I mean, "Desire"? If you 
can't be provoked by that, you must be dead), but when I finally got 
around to reading the reply, it was quickly apparent that this person was 
exceedingly intelligent, with a keen sense of humor that I found very 
disarming.

Plus, I was very flattered by the comments about me. I *do* flatter easily.
Thus, a friendship was born.

"Desire" was very secretive at first, as was I. I had no idea why the 
mystery on the other side of the terminal, but I knew exactly why I was 
hiding things. I'd been burned once before by somebody who had taken all 
of my secrets and basically spread them all over the place, even going so 
far as to take an alias to do so. For all I knew, it might have been the 
same person all over again. Why play all my cards?

Finally, after what can best be described as a two-week cat-and-mouse 
game, I finally began to learn more about this person. Her name was 
Diane, and she described herself as "the world's first non-boring 
accountant." She worked for a major firm in New York City, and said she had 
managed to become "one of the few women in her particular company to make 
it near the top on my merits, rather than my looks." Needless to say, I 
liked her already.

It was during this time that Angela and I had begun to start fighting. I 
had been close friends with a woman at my college named Leslie, who had 
been one of the people who really had done wonders to help me get through 
a difficult year. We definitely had feelings for each other, but we both 
knew that we couldn't act on them in any reasonable manner. I told Angela 
the truth about this, and it made her upset. She began to get scared, 
talking about how she was worried that I was going to leave her. And this 
began to cause a few problems for me, because I wondered what that said 
about her trust in me. Remember, all of this was *after* our agreement 
that we could see other people if we wanted.

Apparently, Diane could sense this, because she asked me if there was 
something wrong in my life about a week after the fighting started. I 
told her some of the details, without mentioning names, and said to her, 
"My biggest problem with Angela right now is that I don't feel like she's 
being honest. Honesty, in a relationship, is something that's important 
to me, and I don't seem to be getting any of it."

After a couple of exchanges similar to this, I began to see Diane as 
quite a close friend. I felt like I could talk about anything with her 
and not be judged. A few days later, however, she sent me the following 
message, attached to the end of her reply to one of my letters:

"Andrew, I think it's time we talked," Diane said in the e-mail. "I have to 
tell you, all this talk about honesty has given me a bit of a conscience 
attack. I'm not sure you're going to be ready for this, but I hope you'll 
be able to understand and look at me in the same way.

"To put it simply: I'm a polyamorous pervert. I have relationships 
already with several different people, and among other things, I'm in a 
local BDSM group and write pornographic short stories for profit.

"I will understand if you decide that you don't want to talk to me 
anymore, I really will...just let me know one way or the other.

"Love, Diane."

I can't say that I wasn't surprised by this, because I obviously was. But 
why would she think I would somehow be repulsed by it, when I had clearly 
demonstrated to her that all I wanted was freedom?

I asked Diane to call me that night, and she did. I must tell you, for lack 
of a face, the thing that *really* attracts me to someone is their 
voice...and hers was one of the most melodius, beautiful voices I'd ever 
heard in my life. Once I got over that, I told her point blank that I 
wasn't about to go anywhere, and that she could count on me for a long 
time as long as she kept being honest with me.

Having been so reassured, Diane began to be, well...a little more daring. 
She sent me several of the stories that had been published, all of which 
were incredibly good and incredibly detailed. Her e-mails began to be 
increasingly flirtatious, which I returned in kind, being something of a 
natural flirt myself. By this point, we had made a point to mail each 
other at least a couple times a day. Finally, one evening, Diane, in e-mail, 
finally asked me the question that I never really thought I'd hear:

"So tell me, Andrew," she wrote. "Just what *is* the status of your 
relationship with Angela?"

There it was, in black and white. Was I available? I thought about it for 
a minute before I wrote my reply to her, and my mind kept coming back to 
the agreement that Angela and I had made a long time ago to see others, 
when she said, "I can trust you, and you can put your trust in me. 
Everything else is details." I made my decision, and told Diane that Angela 
and I were in an open relationship.

Everything began to progress rapidly after that. When it had become clear 
that Diane and I were going to be e-mailing each other for quite some 
time, I began to tell Angela a little bit about her. She made it 
emphatically clear that she didn't like Diane in the least, and kept 
asking me why I would ever want to talk to her. Things were beginning to 
deteriorate between Angela and I, and I didn't understand it.

Finally, I got a letter in the mail one day, with no return address on 
it. I opened the letter, and to my surprise, I found a four-day 
itinerary, with a note on the back saying, "Guess who's coming to dinner 
in three weeks? Love, Diane." Needless to say, I was *incredibly* happy.

Also inside were three pictures of her, one of her face and two 
"full-figure" shots. And believe me, what a figure it was. She stood 
about 5'6" and weighed about 135 pounds, and looked closer to 20 than 30. 
Her face was freckled, and she wore glasses, but she was *hardly* ugly. 
Underneath the freckles and glasses was, to put it bluntly, the face of a 
goddess. Her shorts showed off firmly muscled, yet gracefully long, 
smooth legs, and with her shirt tucked in, her breasts became rather 
prominent.

If I wasn't in love before, I certainly was now.

With Diane now coming to visit, I thought that I should tell Angela a 
little more about just how far my relationship with Diane was going. 
Unfortunately, I didn't get to say anything about it.

My roommate, an exchange student from Japan, found me in the computer lab 
about a week later, and insisted that I come up to the room and answer the 
phone. "Your girlfriend has been calling for the last hour," he said, "and 
she keeps telling me she's not going to stop calling until I come and get 
you. So come back up before I go nuts."

Wondering what the heck was going on, I went back to the room and 
answered the phone, which had started ringing yet again. The next thing I 
heard was Angela reading me one of Diane's more flirtatious letters to 
me. Somehow, Angela had gone into a jealous rage and had broken into my 
computer account.

Needless to say, the next two hours consisted of a lot of screaming, 
yelling, crying and whining on both sides of the phone, with her talking 
about how I'd betrayed her (never mind that nothing had *happened* yet) 
and me yelling at her to get off my back and let me live my own life. 
After that ordeal was over, I called Diane and told her just how bad the 
situation was, and she seemed to understand just how I felt.

Or so I thought.

After spending the rest of the day fixing my own personal computer, I 
hooked up to the Net from my dorm room, and found the following letter 
waiting for me in my mailbox from Diane:

"Dear Andrew,

"Through everything we've said to each other to this point, I have always 
trusted that you had my best interests at heart. I have really taken the 
time to believe in you, to trust in you, and to understand some of the 
difficulties you have had in your relationship with Angela. And I think 
I've done a good job in doing so.

"But what you told me of today's argument with her really made me sit down 
and think. All things considered, I think I have that right. And I'm not 
so sure I like what I see anymore.

"You told me that you have been in an open relationship for a while now; 
yet she gets angry at the very mention of me, so much so that she decides 
she has to break into your account. You tell me that you don't believe 
she has a fundamental problem with what you feel for me; yet clearly, she 
does.

"So, what's a grown woman supposed to think? There's only two things that 
I can think, Andrew: either you have been *vastly* misled by Angela and 
her feelings about what she thinks your relationship should be...or, you 
have been lying, to one or both of us. I don't want to believe the 
latter, but my paranoid side is kicking in, and it's usually pretty good.

"I am hurt, and I am angry, and I think you need to give me a very good 
reason why I should trust you and stay with you. Otherwise, I should 
leave. Sometimes *that* is what loyalty to others, and oneself, really 
means."

I was now faced with the possibility of losing two people I had come to 
care about more than anything else in the world in the same day. But the 
more I looked at the letter, I could see that Diane was almost begging 
for support. "Reach out to me," she was saying. "Let me believe in you."

A couple of hours later was the weekly IRC session that our newsgroup was 
having. Angry, depressed, and quite stressed out, I logged on, and 
quickly found Diane. Within about two minutes, we had moved over to our 
own private IRC channel, and began at least trying to talk things out. 
After about two hours or so of trying to get her to understand that I 
wasn't trying to hurt anyone, things looked like they were beginning to 
fall through.

"You don't *understand*, do you?" Diane wrote. "I...I don't know what to 
feel right now. I feel like I'm on the edge of a cliff hanging on by my 
fingers, waiting for somebody to either rescue me or throw me over."

"I do understand!" I replied. "I've been trying to rescue you for the 
past two hours, and I don't know what more I can do--you won't *let* me!"

"Maybe it would be easier for all of us if you just said goodbye, Andy," 
she said. "I mean that. Maybe it would be better for everyone involved."

"But how am I supposed to do *that*?" I asked, hoping that the pleading I 
was feeling in my heart was getting through. "Easy. Say goodbye," was the 
reply I got.

I began feeling more desperate. "But I can't *do* that!" I said. "I just 
can't!" I really couldn't explain why I kept pursuing it, other than 
because I felt the whole situation was a misunderstanding and that I felt 
if we just talked long enough, everything would be all right.

Diane's reply was a simple, "Why not?" And just then, it struck me. I 
knew exactly why not.

"Because I think I'm falling in love with you."

A long pause. Then: "You know, it amazes me that all you men seem to 
think that you can behave any way you want to and then say I love you and 
expect everything to magically work itself out? You can't *do* that, 
don't you understand that? Telling me isn't enough!"

I was furious. I wasn't used to being treated like that by anybody, and 
considering the rest of the day I had, I wasn't about to take too kindly 
to being told that I was a manipulator. So I let Diane have it.

"GODDAMN IT!" I wrote her. "I can't believe what I'm hearing from you! I 
don't *ever* say things like that to manipulate people. I can't do that! 
If that was what I was trying to do, do you *really* think I'd have stuck 
around here for three hours listening to you try to make some excuse to 
get out of the relationship?

"I'm still here because I love you, and I'm not about to go anywhere, so 
you might as well get that through your head right now. Maybe I've made 
some mistakes in my time, but falling for you is NOT one of them...and 
deep down in your heart, you know it too, or else you wouldn't even be 
here right now!"

Another long pause. For a split second, I thought I'd gone too far, and 
that the next message would be that Diane had signed off and left, and that 
would be the end of it. Then I saw her reply.

"Andrew?"

"Yes?"

"Do you remember what I said before, about feeling like I was on the edge 
of a cliff?", she said.

"Yes?", I replied, now nearly breathless with anticipation.

"Could you pull me up?"

In an instant, it was as if the two of us were in a cyberspace world of 
our own design, in a cyber-desert, complete with a canyon that the two of us 
were perilously close to the edge of. I pulled her up so that she was out 
of danger, and the two of us headed off in the direction of a shade tree, 
looking to catch our breath.

Diane took my hand and placed it on her heart, and held it there, with a 
loving look in her eyes. I could see her face as surely as it was in the 
pictures she had sent me, and as she described the scene to me, it was 
becoming clear that she was as incredibly turned on as I was by 
everything that had happened. On the screen, her typing became much more 
garbled, almost as if her hands were trembling as she typed.

Diane held me close, and turned her face upwards to meet mine. Our kisses 
were tentative at first, but began to grow in strength and desire as we 
felt an incredible need for each other deep within ourselves. Her fingers 
began to trace a line down my spinal column, and I could feel the 
shudders involuntarily coursing through my body as my shorts began to get 
tighter and tighter on me. Our shirts came off with ease, and were tossed 
aside quickly. 

My hands traveled quickly to her breasts, and she arched her back and 
moaned with incredible pleasure. She placed me so that my back was 
against the shade tree, and told me to keep my arms locked around the 
trunk of the tree. She then went to work on my pants, undoing them and 
almost ripping them off in a frenzied passion. Slowly, but with great 
difficulty in controlling herself, she pulled my underwear off, and 
slowly began to stroke me, one hand on my chest, the other lightly curled 
around my manhood.

Diane leaned over, without any warning, and started to bathe my cock with 
her tongue, lapping around the head first, then slowly curling her tongue 
and lightly grazing the underside of my shaft in an up-and-down motion. 
After a moment, she plunged her entire mouth down over the full length of 
me, and began bobbing her head, taking me all the way in and nearly all 
the way out before going back down again.

I was in heaven. I mean, I knew it was only on the screen, and not real, 
but why could I see the scene in front of me? And why could I literally 
feel the sensations? I pushed those questions to the back of my mind...I 
didn't care at this point. All I wanted to concentrate on were the lips 
wrapped around my full length, and the fingers that were tickling my 
balls, and the love that I knew I was feeling in my heart for Diane.

I stopped her, and turned her over onto her back so that she was looking 
up at the sky, with her hands in a similar position to where mine were, 
wrapped around the base of the shade tree. I quickly took her pants off, 
and began kissing my way down her body, avoiding her most sensitive 
areas, then took my sweet time licking my way up her thighs, higher and 
higher, until finally I reached my destination. I ran two fingers along 
the entrance to her cunt, then gently pushed them inside of her as my 
tongue and my lips latched on to her clit. With a free hand, I slowly 
began caressing her breasts and tweaking her nipples with my fingers, and 
her on-screen reactions quickly became those of a woman in want, in need 
of someone to take her, to make wild passionate love to her...

Diane, after what seemed like an eternity, stopped me, and turned over so 
that our bodies were pressed together. I kissed her breasts slowly, and 
it was clear that she loved it, but she gently moved me away from her for 
a moment. She locked my lips in a wonderful kiss, and wrapped her legs 
around me. She let loose just for an instant so that she could grasp my 
rigidness in her hand...and in one fluid motion, lowered herself onto me, 
inch by inch, until I was buried inside of her.

Diane and I just sat there for a moment, locked in a loving embrace, 
savoring the feelings we were both having...then, ever so slowly, she 
started to bounce up and down on me, gripping me with the walls of her 
sex. As she did so, she began to rotate her hips, coating every side of 
my manhood with her juices, and she ground her hips against my pelvis. My 
hips began bucking upwards as she rolled herself against me, so that I 
went deeper and deeper inside of her. Deep down, neither one of us knew 
we could last very long. Before long, I was screaming wildly, bucking my 
hips like there was no tomorrow, and I could almost feel my body pressed 
against hers, arms locked around me as she orgasmed a moment later.

I looked down...and realized exactly what was going on. There wasn't 
anybody there. The screen was clear, but my hands were coated with my own 
come. It was almost as if I'd had an out of body experience, and I began 
to wonder if it had really happened. Then my other line rang. I quickly 
wiped off and answered the phone.

It was Diane.

"Did what I think just happened happen?" I said, clearly trying to 
compose myself.

Diane softly gave me her reply. "Yes, it did," she said. "More than I 
think you realize," she added, with a little giggle at the end.

"That seemed so real, you know," I said, very much relieved and relaxed 
now. "It was almost as if we were there, actually making love."

"I know," Diane said, as I began to hear a short, tired sob at the other 
end of the line. "I want this so much to *be*...Andy, please be for real..."

"I will be," I said. "I promise you that...and I never make a promise I 
can't keep..."

                               *     *     *

The next two weeks were a blur. As Diane's arrival grew closer, it was 
becoming clear to everyone around me that something magical was happening 
to me. Not that anyone knew what it was, mind you...but there was no 
doubt that there was *something* that was on my mind.

My long-time friend Catherine, one of the few people who I can honestly 
say knows me as well as I know myself, took one look at me during the 
French class we were taking and instantly knew something was up.

"OK, what's her name?" she said, with a grin on her face.

"And what, pray tell, are you talking about?" I said playfully.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, Andrew," Catherine said, 
grinning even wider now. "You've been walking around for the last week or 
so with a look on your face like you just got the best blowjob of your 
life."

"None could be as good as yours, dear," I replied, winking. We had a 
tendency to be somewhat flirtatious; it was in both of our natures. With 
her, I felt safe doing that; she was already engaged to be married to her 
sweetheart, Mike, who also happened to be my best friend, and we both had 
no real interest in each other; still, it was fun to pretend.

"I'll make sure and tell Mike how impressed you are," Catherine said, 
winking back. "So tell me about her. What's she like? Who *is* it, for 
that matter?"

"Well, I'm not *entirely* sure," I said. "We haven't even met yet." 

She started to answer, then paused, and looked at me like I'd just lapsed 
into Swedish. "Haven't *met* yet?" she asked. "Ooh, this *is* an interesting 
one. Oh well, I guess it wouldn't be you if it wasn't weird." She 
laughed. "So, when's the big meeting?"

"Tommorrow," I said. "I told her that I'll be the one standing at the end 
of the driveway at the dorm with a New York Times in one hand and a red 
rose in the other."

She laughed loudly at that. "Dear God, aren't *you* the hopeless 
romantic," Catherine said. "Listen, I've gotta run...Philosophy exam in 
15 minutes. Lovely." Before she left, however, she kissed my cheek and 
looked closely at me.

"Andrew...do me a favor, OK?", she said, softly. "Don't go forgetting about 
Angela. She loves you, no matter what, and I know you feel the same way 
about her. If nothing else, just play safe and come home safe, hmm? I 
don't want anything to happen to you...you know that."

I nodded. "I know, Catherine," I said. "You're a special friend to me, 
and I value your advice, and your friendship. I won't let anything bad 
happen, OK?"

We hugged and said our goodbyes...and I resumed being incredibly anxious 
for the next day.

It was a short night of sleep, because try as I might, I couldn't get the 
erotic dreams of Diane out of my mind. It was almost as if she was an 
angel that guided me by day and seduced me by night. In one dream, we 
would be making love by a babbling brook; in another, we might be 
cuddling in a park; in still another, we might be engaging in one of her 
BDSM fantasies.

I woke up early, on what was a *perfect* Saturday morning. I showered and 
quickly picked out some clothes...she insisted that we make the meeting 
casual, so neither one of us would have to feel too pressured. So, I 
picked out a button-down shirt with the college logo over the breast 
pocket with nice shorts, and pretty much left it at that. I walked over 
to the florist that was nearby and picked up the rose and the 
newspaper...after all, I was going to have to keep my promises.

At about 11:00, I waited outside for her, knowing that she was still at 
least 20 minutes away but not wanting to spend the time cooped up in my 
room either. Finally, at 11:30, a red Subaru pulled up in the driveway, 
just as we had arranged. She stopped the car and got out...and 
immediately I knew why she had chosen the name "Desire" for her handle.
Any man who *didn't* desire her from the first moment was either blind or 
stupid, and probably both.

She wore a bright, sunny yellow shirt tucked into a pair of casual pants, 
with her shoulder-length reddish-brown hair draped nicely around a 
tanned, gorgeous face. I knew this *had* to be Diane.

We hugged, and immediately started catching each other up on the previous 
few days...an idea abruptly halted by the sounds of at least a half-dozen 
car horns that were blaring for Diane to kindly get the hell out of the way.

We laughed, and I presented her with both the paper and the rose as we 
headed to the hotel to check her in. "I swear, I've never seen so many 
cows in one state in my *life*!", she said, giggling. "I began to wonder 
on the way in here if you actually had any people living here." 

I chuckled. "Well, I'm sure that the people, wherever they may be, are 
fairly nice folks," I said, just as the hotel clerk handed her the key to 
her room.

"You're so silly," she said. "Come on." I helped her unpack, and with 
some difficulty we managed to enter the room.

It wasn't exactly the Taj Mahal, but then, Diane was on a budget, so we 
couldn't exactly *afford* the Taj Mahal, either. I set her things down, 
and went over and just collapsed on the bed. By this point, I actually 
was beginning to be a little exhausted from all the excitement I felt. We 
kept talking for a while, but both of us began to fidget around, trying 
to make small talk. We continued trying even as she joined me on the bed, 
and by this time I could feel myself literally starting to shake. Not in 
hunger for food, though I was actually in need of something to eat...but 
in hunger for Diane.

My fingers gently stroked her hand, which was pushing down on the bed 
because she was using that arm for support. At that point, we stopped 
worrying a whole lot about talking, and gazed deeply into each others' 
eyes. I think Diane and I both knew what was going to happen next, but we 
almost subconsciously kept trying to steer around it.

Finally, our faces drifted closer and closer to each other, and we 
kissed...lightly at first, but with ever growing passion. Up to this 
point, we had been constantly flirting with each other, talking about 
what we wanted, but as we kissed each other for the first time, I 
realized that we had no real agenda or timetable for how far we wanted to 
go. I decided that the best thing to do was for the two of us to take 
things as slowly as we could.

Diane drew my tongue into her mouth, and her arms wrapped around my 
rather ample figure, slowly caressing my back. My hand came up behind her 
head and started stroking her hair, as we continued to kiss for what 
seemed like forever. As if on cue, we pulled away slowly for a moment.

"Do you know now that I'm real?" I whispered. She thought for a moment, 
then nodded and replied, "Yeah...you're real."

After a few more kisses, we went out to lunch at a nearby local 
resteraunt. It was funny...now that we seemed to understand where the 
other person was coming from, the tension that had been there just didn't 
seem to be there anymore. It was a truly wonderful feeling, holding the 
hand of a woman I knew I loved and that I knew loved me for who I was, 
not some image of what I was supposed to be.

After lunch, I directed Diane to a place that was a fairly good distance 
away. I'm not exactly a nature buff, but I do like going back to it every 
once in a while, and there is a state park about 15 miles from the 
college that I go to whenever I really start feeling sorry for myself and 
just want to get away from all the bad things around me. After getting 
lost about three times on the way there, we finally arrived. 

We began hiking through what was an immense forest, which end-to-end is 
at least 50 acres or so. (We weren't about to hike the whole thing, mind 
you, but it gives an idea of how big it is.) We followed one particular 
trail under a rocky bridge with at least 5000 bats that had made a 
permanent home there. From there, we took a long, winding trail deep into 
the forest, and we finally came to a stop near my "secret" spot, a 
clearing that bordered right on a duck pond where I often stopped and 
just thought through my problems.

By this point, Diane and I didn't even need words to know what the other 
person was thinking. We kissed again, deeper and with more gusto than at 
our hotel room earlier, and with even more longing than I had ever really 
expected to feel. My right hand traveled up to her left breast, and I 
slowly began to rub it through her shirt. Her legs began to get very 
wobbly, and I supported her by placing my free hand in the small of her 
back, keeping her somewhat upright as I continued to caress her. Groans 
of intense pleasure began coming out of her mouth at that point, and 
clearly she was enjoying every minute of the attention I was giving her.

After a short time to let her recover, we began to retrace our steps and 
head back to the car. We were amazed to discover by the time we had 
gotten back that we'd spent a full two and a half hours in the forest. As 
a result, I couldn't help but whisper in Diane's ear, "Time sure flies when 
you're having fun, doesn't it?" She just smiled.

We drove around in the countryside for a couple of hours before she 
finally decided to drop me off at my dorm while she went and got changed 
for dinner. "Do you want me to meet you back here in half an hour?" she 
asked.

"That depends," I said. "Will it be worth it?" Diane winked, and said,
"You have *no* idea..."

Quickly, I dashed up to my room and changed into my nice clothes. It was the 
one suit I owned, complete with a sport coat I'd had to *borrow* from a 
friend of mine that, believe it or not, did more for the outfit than the 
original sport coat. I had just finished getting everything ready when I 
heard a car horn off in the distance.

Since I know firsthand the evils of keeping a lady waiting, I dashed down 
the stairs...and saw a goddess waiting for me at the car.

It wasn't so much what she revealed as what she didn't reveal that made 
Diane look so ravishing. She wore a woman's button-down shirt, open just 
enough at the top to make one wonder and wish, with a black, flowered 
vest buttoned up to just below her breasts over the shirt. All of this 
was tucked into a very tight set of pants, which showed just enough of 
the outline of her legs to make a man drool.

"So," Diane said, striking a pose for me. "Ready?"

"For *what*?" I asked, with more than a hint of desire in my voice. She 
giggled, and we began to kiss again. As my hand reached up for her breast 
again, she lovingly but firmly pushed it down and said, "Andy, if you 
don't stop right now, we're never going to make it to dinner." As I 
looked into Diane's eyes, I could see a glimpse of touchiness...but also 
one of pure animal lust. "I like that look," I thought to myself.

We went and dined at Churchill's, one of the great places to eat that 
I've ever been to. We sipped champagne, talked and ate for what seemed 
like an eternity. (With the service, it nearly *was*.) After a while, we 
finally got out of there, and seeing that it was going to thunderstorm 
fairly quickly, we headed back to Diane's hotel room.

I tossed my sports coat over on one of the chairs in the room, and she 
tossed her vest over onto another one, and we both began to watch a 
soccer match that happened to be playing on the television in the room. 
Diane quickly tired of that, though, and she turned to me with the most 
loving look in her eyes.

She gently caressed my cheek, and pulled my face down to hers. We began 
to kiss, as we had been doing earlier. There was an eagerness in her that 
I had not seen up until now, even earlier that day in the park. But as we 
kissed, she pulled back for a moment and whispered, "I don't want to rush 
you, Andy." "I know," I said. So, it seemed fairly obvious to me that she 
wanted to take this slowly...and with three more days in the trip, I 
wasn't about to take too many chances now.

Still, I wasn't about to be totally unadventurous. My lips started 
exploring her, kissing her neck and traveling down her chest, though 
avoiding her breasts for the moment. Diane eagerly did the same, 
flickering her tongue all over my neck and as much of my skin as she 
could reach, eliciting moans and gasps from every sensitive portion on my 
body. She played my body like a violin, and she was a virtuoso at doing so.

I slipped my shoes off quickly, and continued kissing Diane for what 
seemed like hours. I wanted to see more of her, so I eased up for a 
moment and slowly unbuttoned her shirt. I eased it off her shoulders and 
tossed it off to the side. I wasn't really prepared to unhook her bra 
just yet...after all, I figured if we're going to take it slow, let's do 
exactly that.

At least 30 minutes passed. Diane began running her hands against my 
chest and pulled my shirttail out of my pants, and slowly unbottoned my 
shirt as I'd unbuttoned hers before. Our hands were starting to explore 
each other more now, my arms wrapped around her caressing her back, with 
hers running over my chest. She rolled over so that I was on my back, and 
she started kissing and suckling the nipples on my chest for all that she 
was worth.

I didn't go any further, though, because I didn't know exactly where she 
had drawn the line, and I didn't want to offend her at all. This, looking 
back, turned out to be a mistake.

All at once, after we'd been going at it for at least an hour, Diane pulled 
away and almost tossed me aside. She sat up in the bed, put her shirt 
back on and put her head in her hands as a thunderstorm brewed all around 
our room.

She went over and opened the door, and just stood in the doorway, staring 
out the window with a single tear rolling down her left cheek. "I'm 
sorry," Diane said. "I knew this was a mistake as soon as I started."

"Sorry for what?" I asked, patiently.

"I didn't know that you didn't really want me," she said. "I guess I've 
turned you off somehow...I don't know."

"Is she *nuts*?" I thought to myself. At that point, I was more turned on 
than I'd ever been in my life...where was all of this coming from?

"I didn't know what you wanted, Diane," I said, meekly. "I wasn't sure if 
you were ready for anything yet."

Diane just glared at me. "I was ready when you kissed me, dammit!" she 
nearly shouted at me. "I can't believe you couldn't see that."

She paused. "Right now, I have three choices, none of them good at all," 
she said, closing the door. "I can send you home and lock myself in the 
room all night, or I can send you home and take care of this with someone 
else...or, I can just attack you and risk hurting you a whole lot. And I 
don't want to do that..."

She sobbed a minute, then said, "I want you, I need you so 
desperately...this is physically painful for me."

It all of a sudden hit me...all this time, I'd been holding myself back 
because I'd thought it was what Diane wanted...when in fact she was 
begging me to make her scream in ecstacy. And I hadn't even known it!

"Diane, you aren't getting this, are you?" I said. "All this time, I've 
been trying to hold myself *back* because I thought that this was what 
you wanted...Diane, you don't have to attack me to have me."

At this, Diane turned and looked to me with the most powerfully lustful 
look I had ever seen. She climbed back onto the bed and kissed me, deeply 
and lovingly on the lips. She then began fumbling with her pants, finally 
managing to unbutton them and pull them down slightly. She took my left 
hand and forced it deep down between her legs, and it immediately became 
clear that not only was she not wearing panties, but she was so wet that it 
felt like a swamp.

Diane looked hard at me. "Andy, I don't care what you do or how you do 
it," she said, "but know that there is no way that I can keep on going 
like this!"

My eyes lit up, and I began kissing her again. Diane kissed back with 
such a force that my jaw actually began to hurt. I pulled away and 
quickly helped her out of her pants. Immediately, she helped me get her 
out of her bra, and for the first time, I got to see--for real this 
time--every last inch of my Diane's incredibly gorgeous figure.

She had long, graceful, shaven legs that seemed to go on forever, with a 
small stomach and breasts that sagged a little, but were still quite 
firm. My lips immediately latched on to one of them, suckling the nipple 
and rolling it with my tongue. My left hand was rolling her swollen clit 
between my fingers, and my right hand was tugging to get my pants off.

Diane finally helped me out of those, and her hand immediately plunged 
into my boxers, almost wildly stroking my cock, trying to somehow even 
get it harder than it was already. Somehow, I knew the time was right.

I pulled back from her for just a moment, and whispered, "Let's make 
love." "Slowly, and completely?" she whispered. "Yes," I said, "slowly 
and completely...for however long you want to."

My boxers came off, revealing all of me to her for the first time, and 
Diane quickly rolled me over onto my back, with a need on her face that I 
had previously only dreamed about. She covered me with kisses, driving me 
crazy with desire with kisses to my neck, then moving down to my chest 
again, milking and biting my nipples as she kissed them. Her kisses 
traveled lower, over my stomach, until finally, she took my throbbing 
member into her mouth and started sucking on it fiercely, rolling the 
shaft with her tongue as she did so.

Her desire for that ended quickly, however. It was abundantly clear at 
that point exactly what Diane wanted. I started to ask her if she thought 
that I should use protection; she merely silenced me by putting her 
finger to my lips.

"Dear heart," she said, "I don't want you even to worry about anything 
like protection or anything like that. All I want you and I to worry 
about tonight is making wonderful, magnificent love together and feeling 
your big, throbbing cock inside me."

She planted one last kiss on my lips and raised her hips up, grasping my 
cock in her hand as she did so. Then, just as in our cybersex scenario 
before, she lowered herself down, slowly, gently onto me, until I was 
buried inside of her.

To this day, I haven't told Diane this, but this was the first time that 
I had ever truly made love to anyone else. The feeling as I entered her 
for the first time was almost indescribable...but even better than that 
was the knowledge that she wanted to take me just as bad as I wanted to 
take her.

I began to buck my hips upward into her, and she brought her body forward 
so that our chests were pressed together. We kissed with a wild abandon 
as I continued bucking my hips up into her, and she began to bounce on my 
manhood, taking the time whenever she could to grind her hips against me. 
I could hear her panting as the sweat began to coat our bodies.

Diane knew how to make it even more erotic, too...she began whispering 
into my ear as we continued to make love to each other. "How do you like 
it, my sexy boy?", she said. "My arms hold you...my cunt holds you...I'm 
the one causing you to go absolutely crazy with pleasure, baby, I can 
tell...I can feel the juices bubbling in your cock as you're fucking me 
while my juices coat your cock..." I tried to talk, but I found I 
couldn't. Diane was in control of me...in control of my pleasure. I found 
that I could hardly even thrust into her after a while, because I was 
shaking so much from the adrenaline that was rushing through my body.

It didn't even matter to her, though, as the walls of her pussy continued 
to squeeze me as she moved her hips up, and released as she moved them 
down over my cock. Soon, I felt her body starting to tense, and I started 
kissing her neck and rubbing her breasts with my hands.

It was too much for Diane to take. I thrust into her as best as I could, 
and felt her clenching me like a vise as she started to whisper, "Oh 
God..." Her shouts began to get louder and louder..."Oh God Oh GOD OH GOD!!!"
as wave after wave of orgasm swept over her body. She implored me, "Take 
me, Andy...now, now!" as I thrust up into her, almost violently.

The wave subsided for her, but was still building for me. She refused to 
let me go, urging me on..."Come on, baby, I want you...I want to feel 
your hot come shooting out of your cock and going deep inside my warm, 
waiting cunt..." She then flickered her tongue against the most sensitive 
spot on my neck, and that set me off like a time bomb.

I thrust into Diane faster and faster, yelling uncontrollably and 
unintelligibly as I came violently at her urging, feeling what had to be 
the greatest feeling I had ever experienced, before or since. My cock was 
tingling like I had a short circuit of electricity running through it, 
and I arched my back (something I never do) as my orgasm overtook me.

This didn't satisfy Diane...in fact, if anything, it turned her on even 
more. So even as I was exhausted and beginning to limpen a little bit, 
she kept grinding against me, determined to get as much out of me as she 
possibly could. And, somehow, it worked...another huge orgasm, even 
bigger than the first, swept over her, and as our bodies continued to 
move in a rhythm her fingers dug into my back so hard as she came she 
actually left scratch marks afterwards.

Finally, exhausted, with the sweat pouring from our bodies, we kissed 
each other lightly. Diane finally, reluctantly, got off of me and just 
laid there, spent for a moment. I could hardly blame her, really, 
considering how *I* certainly felt at that moment.

"I have to tell you, Diane...that was magnificent," I said. "I don't 
think I've ever felt this close to anyone else in my entire life. Not 
Angela, not anybody."

I kissed her again. "I can't think of anyone I'd rather experience all 
these feelings with than you," I said.

She smiled at me, and said, "I know." She then looked at me seriously.

"Listen," Diane said. "I want you to understand that there's certain 
things I can't give you. I can't give you a one-and-only kind of 
relationship. I won't get married and I won't have kids. In short, I 
can't give you the happily-ever-after storybook romance that I know you 
want out of life.

"What I can give you is my affection, and my attention, and my support, 
and my undying devotion and loyalty," she said. "If you can deal with 
that...well, I think we're gonna be together for a long time."

"I couldn't ask for anything more," I said, with a tear in my eye and a 
smile on my face. "Just remember, no matter what happens...I'll always 
love you."

"I know. I'll always be here...I promise."

And we drifted off to sleep in each others' arms. One day down...a 
lifetime to go...

NOT EXACTLY THE END, BUT CLOSE ENOUGH FOR NOW. 8-)

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