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(Note: I am not the author, only the archivist.  The author's name is
on the text, and deserves all the credit.

The following story deals with explicit sex.  If you're not old enough
to be here, you're not old enough to read it.  Scram.)

The Bear has built a loyal following in a.s.s. over the years with a
number of well-written stories, including The Poolhouse, one of the
most highly-requested (and seldom seen in its entirety) of all time.
This is another finely-crafted story, built with his characteristic
gentle touch.



			***************** ***   KATHY   ***
*****************

by:  THE BEAR

Author's note:  This story begins past the beginning and ends before
it is over.  Just like real life, isn't it?  Apologies.



				ONE



     As they walked through the woods alone, he gathered his thoughts.

     "Dear, dear Kathy," he finally said, "I want you to know that I
love you and care about you and that I always will.

	"If you need someone to talk to, or ask hard questions of, I
will always be there, even if no one else is.

	"I promise I will never judge you, or lie to you.  If I know
an answer, no matter how hard or even embarrassing it might be, I'll
give it.

	"I also promise you I'll do my best to never hurt you or fail
you, if you promise to remember that I am human and may fail
occasionally in these last two, and forgive the lapse.

	"But you are growing up now, and when you sit on my lap and
snuggle, and I hold you close, and tell you I love you, (It's still
true, I remind you!) the other older kids give you a bad time, and
some of the adults think it's wrong and looks bad.

	"We have to stop this, is what I am trying to say."

	She stopped abruptly and turned to face him.  Her smile was
gone and her eyes were suddenly wide.  She put her hands on his arms
and held tight.

	"But I still need you," she said, a certain note of beginning
desperation in her voice.

	"You don't understand."  She shook his arms in emphasis.  "Of
all the men I've ever known since I was little, you are the only one
who has never failed me.

	"It's true, you haven't been around as much as I would have
liked, but when you have been there, you've always given me what I
need.  Love.   And affection.  And caring.  Even my father has never
done that as well as you.  And above all, you understand me, and never
ever judge me."

	She looked around.  No one was in sight.  "Can you hold me
close now?  No one is here to see."

	"Sure."

	With that, she melted into his arms.  Her
just-beginning-to-mature body now molded softly into his.  The
pleasure and love she always brought out of him came flooding into his
heart.

	For long moments they just held each other, saying nothing.
Eventually, she pulled away a little and looked up into his eyes.

	"I hope this means that when we are alone, you'll still treat
me as you always have before?" she asked.

	"Well, I suppose so.  You and I both are very physical people
and express ourselves more physically than other people are used to,
both in giving and receiving affection.  We just have to avoid
upsetting others.   And I want you to know that if I've given you
anything at all, you've given me back tenfold."

	He held her tightly.  Tears came into his eyes.  His heart
swelled.   "Kathy, if you were my own daughter, my own blood,  I
couldn't love you any more than I already do."

	Another hiker could be heard coming down the path.  They broke
apart, turned and began walking.  Within a few minutes, one of her
cousins appeared, and their moment was over.



				    TWO


	He quietly and unobtrusively left the campfire and company of
those who felt like staying.  He went to his tent, picked up his
shower gear and headed to the shower room to clean up.

	He found himself thinking about how Kathy had sat nearby but
not closely, and how a distance was suddenly there.  He knew he should
be happy.  This was what he had asked for and the others had wanted,
and would think proper.  Why was there an empty spot in his heart,
then?

	He heard a quiet "Hsst" from behind and turned.  A slight
figure dressed in a bathrobe hurried up.  Of course it was Kathy.

	"Hi.  Walk me to the showers?" she said.  Then in a lower
voice, so low he could barely hear, she added,  "Did I do well
tonight?"

	"He gave a small laugh.  Loudly he said "Sure."  Then
privately added, "You did very well.  I am a little relieved, I must
admit, that you were really acting."

	"I hated it when those other girls took turns in my spot."
Her low voice had anger in it.  "I understand it's necessary, but I
don't like it."

	"Honey, it never bothered you before.  I've always held and
hugged the other little girls."
 
        "I know.  But that was when I could have my turn on your lap.  Now
I have to stay away from you.  You're right, though, I guess."

	"I don't like it either.  You know that."

	They continued on to the shower speaking normally of public
matters.  He promised to wait for her and walk her back.

	After finishing their toilets, they met, and began the walk
back.

	As they were walking by an empty campsite, she took his elbow,
and saying, "Come here," took him into the deeper darkness, behind a
clump of trees.

	"I want a good night hug.  And a long, warm one too," she
declared.

	"Okay, sure," he said.
 
        They put their gear on the nearby picnic table.  He took her into his
arms and held her close.  Her body again fit into his.  Her natural perfume
filled his nostrils.  He found himself becoming aware that all her clothing
but her bathrobe was in a bundle on the table.  So was his.

	After a long while she said, "I want to sit on your lap and be
cuddled."  So he released her, sat and took her onto his lap.

	He grew very aware that she was no longer a lean little girl.
She had soft spots and bulges she'd never had before, or perhaps he
was just now becoming aware of her sudden maturity.  He said nothing.
He just hoped he wouldn't become aroused.

	She also was becoming aware that things were different.  She
felt the same pleasure in the surety of his love she always had, but
there was something else there now.  A small warm spark deep inside
slowly growing from warmth to warmth, bringing with it an unfamiliar
pleasure.   She knew what it might be, but though she had learned much
about the different aspects of sex, arousal, and so on, this was her
first hint of an experience in such things.  She was surprised, not by
the spark's presence, but by the pleasure.  And by the promise of
hidden, deeper pleasures she somehow knew would come.

	She said nothing.  Secure in his arms, sure of his love, and
completely confident in her safety  with him, she just enjoyed the
feeling.

	They sat there for a long time, not talking at all, just
enjoying each other's presence.

	Eventually, they had to get up and continue back to camp.  She
returned to her family, he went into his lonely bachelor tent.  He put
away his bundle of soiled clothing and toilet articles, removed his
robe, lay down on his sleeping bag and went to sleep thinking of her.

	She - dressed in her new nightgown - said good night to her
family and snuggled into her own sleeping bag.  She lay there thinking
of the wonderful feelings she had been feeling with him, wondering at
the mystery of it all. She finally fell asleep, but found herself
dreaming of him and the same feelings.  And more.

	She awoke in the night and had to go to the bathroom.  On the
way back, she followed an impulse, and let herself into his tent.
Quietly and carefully.  The full moon gave plenty of light to see by.

	She sat on the floor, and looked at his unclothed figure for a
while.   He had a large, muscular form, just slightly on the heavy
side.  His body was only slightly hairy, just enough to be
interesting.  He had an erection, which she took some time to study.

	Finally she leaned over and gently placed a hand on his cheek
and whispered his name in his ear.

	He awoke to find her so close by that he could once again
smell her sweet fragrance.

	"I'm sorry to wake you, but I was feeling so lonely.  I just
had to come in and see you."  She grinned in the dark.  "I just hadn't
expected to see so much of you."

	"Well, little girls who come into men's tents at night should
expect to be surprised."  He made no move to cover up.  "I hope you
aren't disappointed."

	"No, not at all.  In fact, I like it."  Her wide smile lit up
her face.  "In fact you look so comfortable, I think I'll join you."

	Before he had time to think, she had slipped her nighty over
her head, and sat before him clad only in panties.

	"Kathy, what are you up to?" he said, as he turned toward her
on his left side.

	"Oh nothing.  Just getting things even."  He quickly grabbed
her hands to prevent her from slipping off her one remaining garment.

	There was a short and quiet but sweet wrestling match that
wound up with her in his arms again, lying alongside, naked young
breasts pressed against him, nipples fiercely erect.  She was
astounded at the intensity of the feelings rising in her body.

	Her arms were wrapped around him tightly, and she had her legs
wrapped around him, ankles locked.  She was shaking with suppressed
laughter.

	He waited for their breathing to return to some semblance of
normal.   "Kathy, this will not do.  Do you feel what's pressed
against you down below?"

	"Oh yes. That was the idea."

	"Dear heart, you have no idea how close you are now."

	"Close to what."

	"To a sudden initiation into womanhood."

	"Ooh.  Nice idea."  She grabbed at his erection.

	"Cut that out.  That's mine.  Hands off."  He fended her off.

	"What if I want to lay claim?"

	"No.  One as sweet and beautiful as you is not meant for such
as me.   You must find someone else much younger."

	"But - ..."

	"No way," he interrupted.  "You came to this campout a virgin,
and I am going to see that you leave here - well, at least leave my
tent - in the same condition.  I love you, remember.  I'll not risk
hurting you.  Besides, if we were found out, I'd be dead!"

	"Well, at least hold me close for a while longer," she said,
and relaxed against his chest.

	"After a time he suddenly laughed.  "You little minx!  You
planned this just to see how far I'd go, didn't you!"

	"No.  Well, maybe a little.  Mostly to see how far I'd go.
Maybe to test you a little."  She smiled.  "Mainly because I wanted
to.  Really, I'm just feeling lonely, and cold inside, and wanted some
love."

	"That, I'll give you."  He held her close.

	After a time, she rolled away a little and took his hand to
her left breast.  He cupped it in his big hand, and caressed it
quietly for a bit.  It was a small breast, but round and firm.  About
one nice round cupful.  The nipple was - had become - large, erect,
and prominent.  He explored the other breast for a while.  He found
himself kissing her lips.  The kiss was in danger of turning
passionate.  He stopped the kiss.

	"No," he said tenderly.  "No more.  We have to stop this now,
and you have to go back to your tent.  If you stay here any longer
you'll fall asleep, and we'll be found like this in the morning, and
I'll never be able to see you again.  Go now.  While I can still let
you go."

	Long pause.  Finally she agreed, "Yes, you're right.  But I
want more.   Much more."

	"And some day you'll get it, but not from me.  From someone
who deserves you."

	He released her, caressed her breasts, gave her nipples one
last tweak, pushed her away.

	"Kathy, you'll never know how hard that was."

	"You'll never know how hard it is for me to dress and walk
away." She smiled.  "I can see it is hard for you, though.  I'd like
to think it's hard for me."  She wrapped her fingers around his
erection and gave it a squeeze.

	He groaned.  "It's hard because of you, but dear, but it's not
for you.  Now please put this on and go away."  He handed her nighty
to her.

	She put it on, wrapped her robe around herself and let herself
out of the tent, all the while softly humming "Go away, little girl.".

	He smacked her bottom as she crawled out of the tent, saying,
"I'd never dare beg you to stay, I'm afraid of what might happen.

	She giggled and walked away happily, and returned to her
camper, and her bed.

	Once there, she snuggled into her sleeping bag and
masturbated.  This was not something to which she was accustomed, but
she was not accustomed to being fully aroused, either.

	He had to use the same release to get back to sleep.  He
thought of entering her firm, young body while doing it.  Afterwards,
he felt a little guilty but fell asleep right away.

	The next morning they were the first up, despite their night
visit.  He made her breakfast, and they talked of what had happened.
And of what had not happened.

	"I guess we are both very physical people.  I don't know of
anyone else who I could do stuff like that with," she said.

	"Honey, I guarantee you, you try that with most men and you'll
get screwed real quick.  I'm not sure how I managed to control myself,
'cause I sure wanted to roll over on you and have at it."  He paused.
"After you left, I masturbated," he said.

	"That's okay.  After I got back into my tent and was sure no
one was awake, I did, too.  I imagined it was you touching me."

	"How sweet," he said wryly.

	She then wondered out loud why she could talk about such
things with him, when she would never dream of such communication with
her mom, or dad, or even her brothers and sisters.  "I've never even
talked about sex much with my friends.  They know so little, it hardly
seems worth the effort."

	"Sweetheart, that's the only advantage to age.  You begin to
learn about such things about the time you start to lose interest."

	"You were interested last night."

	"Damn right I was.  Any man would have to be dead to not
respond to you."

	By this time others were moving about the camp, so their talk
had to be turned to more mundane things.

	He didn't spend any time alone with her the rest of the day.
Someone else was always there.  She managed to slip in a few sly
little double- entendre remarks that no one else caught, but that was
about it.

	The following night she conducted another late night visit.
He let her pretty much repeat what they had done before, because this
was their last night in camp, and the temptation would be removed.

	She carried it on longer than before, though.  She managed to
get him to masturbate her through her panties, and this gave her a
climax that left her with tears in her eyes.

	"Oh boy, was that good!" she said, as she relaxed against his
chest.

	Then she took his erection in her small hands and he allowed
her to learn how to masturbate a man to a climax.  When he ejaculated
into her hands, she was almost as excited as when she had come
earlier.

	That night when she returned to her tent, she was caught
coming in.   She told her grandma that she couldn't sleep, so she took
a walk around the camp grounds.  This was a weak story, but it got her
off the hook, and she never told him about it.
 
        She didn't manage to get more than a few hugs and caresses and one
deep kiss from him the rest of the time they were there at the
campgrounds.

	Once she got home, though, she began to call him on the phone
more and more often.

	She now had a confidant.  One who if older, still understood
her, and one whom she could discuss anything with.

	Time passed.  Their phone conversations became very important
to her.  His promise to listen, and to love and to never judge had
become almost necessary to her existence.

	When she told him of her new-found physical desires, he merely
asked her to try and describe what she felt like.  Then he tried to
help her understand these feelings.

	When she became involved with her first boy friend, he
listened calmly, and told her about some of his own experiences.

	She found herself telling him how the boy's hands had felt
exploring her body, and how the heat had raged inside her.

	He explained more about male and female physiology and
anatomy, and how these things worked in conjunction, but he also tried
to explain about how these things felt, and how they affected your
heart.

	She told how she thought about this boy day and night, and how
she lay in bed and touched herself, imagining it was him.

	She told him once, "Many times I've lain in bed imagining it
was you touching me.  Sometimes while we've been on the phone."

	He took even that calmly.

	He told her much on sexual things, and gave her advice on how
to masturbate better, never making her feel ashamed, but making her
feel like it was all natural.

	She wondered to him why, when the boy wanted to do more than
touch and caress, she found herself backing off, and even losing
interest.

	He explained to her that there is an internal monitor that
tells when such things are right, and when they are wrong, and how
sometimes we don't particularly like the answers.  He also tried to
explain about how physical desires can affect judgment.

	He told her he was proud of her, and of her restraint and
judgment.

	Whenever she tried to talk to anyone else about such things,
she got preaching, suspicions, and even anger.  From him she got love,
understanding and really useful information.

	Eventually she got him to meet her after school.  "Just in
case", he played her father, and took her to a female health care
center where they told her all about the necessary things, and set her
up so that if she wanted to have sex, she would be safe.  When the
doctor complimented her on her wise and loving father she found
herself feeling warm inside again.  She felt free, now, and spent time
with lots of boys and young men.

	Eventually the inevitable happened.  She got caught with a
boy.

	As it happened, she was at the boy's house and they thought
they were home alone.  The boy's mother walked in on them and was
convinced they had been having sex.  Not so, but what good to try and
explain to a hysterical mother?

	To her horror the lady then called her own mom and told in
great detail what they had been doing, adding a great deal for effect.
She had no choice but to wait for the long ride home.

	Things got found out.  Inquiries were made.  She was
discovered.   Her mom and dad labeled her as a run around, and said
she was "boy crazy".

	Suddenly life was hell.  She decided to sneak out to meet her
new boy friend.  Not for any big deal, but just to talk.  She called
to set up a time and place, set up a dummy in her bed, and went out
the back window.

	When she arrived at the place, the boy's little brother
appeared.  The boy had sent him to warn her that their mother had
listened in on the phone and knew, and had called her home.  Her
father was coming to get her.  She fled.

	A couple of panicky hours later she remembered the man who
treated her like a person and decided to ask him for a place of
refuge.

	It was late Wednesday night when his phone rang.  He found
Kathy on the other end when he picked it up.

	"Oh, I really need to talk to you!"  She was almost in tears.
"I've gotten myself in trouble, I guess, and I'm afraid to go home.

	"I'd stay with friends, but I'm sure my parents would find me,
and I don't want to - ah, can't - go home yet.  I need time.

	"Can you come and get me, and can I stay with you?"

	He came and got her and brought her to his home.  After her
long explanation, he called her grandma to see if anything was getting
out on the general information circuit.

	After talking a while, he knew she was right.  She'd have to
go into hiding for a couple of days.

	"How can I refuse you?" he shrugged.

	"I knew I could count on you." she said, and hugged him.

	He found her a large tee shirt to use as pajamas, had her
shower and get ready for bed.

	He put down his folding couch.  As they were getting ready for
bed they talked.

	She sat on his lap and curled up in his arms.

	"Kathy, I've known you since you were eight years old," he
said, "and you've never been less than beautiful.

	"When you were eight, you were a lovely little girl.  You
loved to sit on my lap and cuddle up close and tell me all about
everything.

	"By the time you were twelve, you were starting to show signs
of what you might become as a woman.  Still you came to me for love,
comfort and trust."

	"Now, you are fourteen, and the beauty I see is dangerous in
its intensity.  Yet still you revel in the comfort of my arms, holding
your sweet young body next to mine.

	"I'm not sure if I'm trustworthy any more.  You are so
desirable I wonder how long a mere man such as I can hold you so close
and still resist turning to intimate caresses of more desire than
love."

	She looked into his eyes.  "I've loved you since you first
held me, and actually talked to me as if I mattered," she said.  "I
still need you.  Perhaps I need you more now, than ever."  She thought
to herself how her love for him had been swelling into new places.

	"I've tried dating boys.  I've even gone out with guys a lot
older than I am, even a college guy once.  But I just can't help it.
There's times when I still need you to hold me.  And now more than
ever."

	She snuggled even closer, and buried her head in his shoulder.

	The fresh sweet smell of her hair filled his mind, and his
pulse again began to race.

	He caressed her back with his wanting hands, holding them in
check.
 
        "But Kathy, I'm too old for this."

	"No, you're just what I need.  I know that you love me, and I
know that you care.  I have to have that right now."

	"Well, okay.  But can I love you tomorrow morning?  I have to
get up for work."

	They went to bed.  Both of them lay thinking for a long time
before falling asleep.  He wondered what in the world he was doing
letting such temptation almost literally lie alongside him.  She
wondered why her feelings were growing so strong that they were
becoming almost overwhelming.

	When they finally slept, they dreamed of each other.

	The next morning, he arose, and began to get ready for work.
She got up a little later, after watching him for a while.  She shared
breakfast with him.

	"Is there anything I can do to amuse myself and maybe be
useful?" she asked?

	"Well,..."  He showed her several items - the TV, and VCR, his
computer, and so on.  "And you might call your grandma." he added.

	"That afternoon when he got home, she met him with a hug and a
kiss.  The apartment had been cleaned, she was happy and smiling, and
all seemed well.  She had even prepared dinner.

	He found that she had checked in with her grandma, and that
she'd still be with him for a while, because her parents were still so
furious she didn't dare go home.

	They spent a nice, quiet, almost domestic Thursday afternoon.
That night, when they got ready for bed, she came to him, tenderly
came into his arms, hugged him, and kissed him good night.

	"I know how hard it is for you to have me here."  She said.
"I decided that it wouldn't be fair to do the sort of things I was
doing at the campout.  I still would like to, but I'm going to hold
off."

	She meant well.

	Things were okay that night.

	The day and night went well Friday.  She was domestic, sweet
and loving as always, but did her best to stay away from sex as a
subject.

	Saturday a.m., though, things began to happen.

	He woke up about one a.m. and heard noises.  Without thinking,
he got up and went over to check on her.  She wasn't having a
nightmare, though, she was masturbating.

	He watched helplessly, tempted and felt his motives twisting
within himself for a while.  His emotions got the best of him, and he
began to masturbate himself.

	They watched each other.  She was lying down, he was standing
up.   As they moved together, their clothing began to disappear.  His
shirt and hers, her panties, then his shorts, all wound up on the
floor.

	They moved in time, and silently at first.  The tempo
increased, and she began to make more tiny noises of pleasure.  Still
faster they moved, and he began to make small noises.  Faster and
faster they moved, with more and more concentration.

	Finally, he growled "Now, darling, now!" and that triggered
her own response.

	Together they came, and his ejaculate sprayed over her body
while she writhed in ecstasy.  When they finished, he had slipped down
to his knees and fell forward in exhaustion onto her.

	They kissed and caressed and cooed at each other for a long
time.   then he said quietly, "We'd better clean up."

	They went to the shower and rinsed off the fluids of love,
washing each other's bodies.  They then took turns drying.

	When they returned to their beds, they said their respective
goodnights, not talking about what had just happened.

	After a half an hour, she spoke very quietly into the night,
"Are you awake?"

	"Yes," he replied, just as quietly.

	"I think we should talk about what we just did."

	"I think you're right."

	"Can I come over to your bed?"

	"Sure.  It should be safe enough now."

	She came over and got in with him and cuddled her still naked
body up to his.

	"I'm sorry.  I really didn't mean to get you involved.

	He sighed, and said, "I guess it was inevitable."

	"Are you mad at me?"

	"No.  How could I be mad at you?  You lovely, sweet,
incredibly beautiful and sexy little lady."

	She giggled and moved up to him and kissed him softly on the
lips.

	"I'm not a lady.  I'm still a little girl.  I've been honest
with you.  I've had a lot of fun but I'm still a virgin."

	"God, I don't know how."

	They lay there a long time after that just making soft, sweet
sounds of love.  She promised to not tempt him any more.  She meant
it.  He promised to help her if he could.  But they fell asleep in
each others arms.
 
        When they awoke Saturday morning, they found each other still
wrapped intimately.  With no intent at all, one good-morning kiss led into
a longer and more intimate kiss, which led to a passionate kiss.

	By then they were caressing each other's bodies with great
enthusiasm.  For the first time, he placed his hand on her naked sex,
and then slid a finger into her vagina.  She thrust against his hand
and moaned about how good it felt.  She came almost immediately,
enthusiastically and strongly, her young muscles squeezing on his
finger with great strength.

	She then kissed his face and body, and caressed him and
stroked him until he ejaculated into the waiting hands of his young
lover.  She wiped her hands on a tissue and they cuddled up together
for a long while.  Then she said "I guess I did it again."

	"No.  We did it.  The question is what will we do next."
 
        "Does it matter?  I love you.  I want you so much it hurts," she said.

	"Darling Kathy, for what it's worth, I want you, too.
Probably more than I've ever wanted a woman before.  I'm certainly
closer to you than anyone else I've ever known."

	"I feel closer to you than anyone else in the world," she
said.  "I guess we should be happy with what we've got, and not worry
so much."

	So they lay in bed for a long time, just being together.  For
the rest of the day they did not talk of sexual matters, but shared
their lives, talking and watching TV and just plain ordinary 'living'
together.

	Finally, that night, she made a request.  She came up to him,
put her arms around him, and said, "Dear, let's quit playing games.  I
want you as badly as you want me.  We love each other.  Let's just do
it."

	"But you're a virgin.  Do I have the right?"

	"Does anyone else?  You've taught me to know that what's right
is not always obvious, that the best place to look is in the heart.
So tell me.   What's your heart saying about making love to me?"

	He thought and looked into her eyes for a long, long time.
Then he said, "My heart tells me that we'll have problems getting
together, and that no one else in the world will understand, and that
we'll have to hide our love for each other until you're a lot older
than you are now.  Do you want to live a hidden life for six years?
That's almost half again older than you are now."

	She thought.  "My heart still wants you," she finally said.
"And my body wants you.  I want you to be everything to me."

	His resolve faded away as if it had never been.

	She moved more deeply into his arms unbidden, knowing from the
look on his face what he had decided.  For the longest time ever they
kissed and caressed.  For the first time, he kissed her truly as a
lover, letting his tongue and lips roam.  He kissed not just her lips
and face, but her entire body.

	She had never imagined the intensity of emotions that his
kissing her like that would bring forth.  When he went between her
legs and explored her most sensitive of areas with his tongue and
lips, she experienced even higher feelings.  He brought her to orgasm
by kissing and licking her clitoris and other parts, exploring her
vagina.

	When she finally came back to herself, she held him close and
said, "I never imagined sex could be this good.  And I'm still a
virgin, for crying out loud.  When are you going to go inside me and
finish this?"

	"Honey, this is something that's never finished.  We just take
a rest til the next time and try to make it better.  It may not be as
good next time.   We just keep loving each other and trying."
 
        She was moving her hand up and down his stiff organ.  "Good.  I like
to seek perfection.  How about this?"  She bent down and kissed and
licked him until his throbbing erection began to cry out for use.

	"Now," he said.

	He moved her over on her back, placed her legs up and spread
her knees apart.  Then he placed his erection at the portals of her
body and slid the head in until it met her hymen.

	"My god, you are really finally doing it!" she cried.  "Don't
stop!"

	"Honey, I've only just begun.  I have to break through your
hymen before..."

	"Just do it!  I can't stand it!  I've got to feel that thing
inside me.  I don't care, just push!"

	So he did.  Slowly but firmly he applied pressure.  He
expected more of a hassle, but there was just a silent little internal
'pop' and suddenly he was smoothly but slowly sliding deep inside her
body.

	"Aaah!  Ooh!  God, that feels good!" she said.

	A few minutes later she added, "Why oh why didn't you do this
years ago.  when I was twelve, or ten. or even eight!  I never
imagined anything could feel this good!

	He was surprised not only at her reaction but at his own.  His
organ seemed to swell up even bigger inside her.  As he stroked in and
out she began to move with him until they were moving in unison.

	He rolled over to their sides to change positions.  They moved
together even more rapidly.  He watched his organ sliding in and out
of her young body with fascination.

	He moved onto his back, and let her get on top.  "Ride, pony,
ride!" he said, as he thrust up into her.  "Girl, I'll remember this
time always.   Never before in my life have I ever felt so aroused."

	"We've got a lifetime.  Don't be surprised at anything we do.
I have good feelings about you and I.  I always have," she said.

	He sat up suddenly and pulled her to him.  She found herself
in her favorite place, sitting on his lap.  Her legs wrapped around
him, and she locked her ankles in the small of his back.  Their arms
around each other, his erection deep inside her, she had never felt
more loved.

	He found her lips and their tongues intertwined again.  It
seemed to her they spent an eternity locked together in this closest,
most deep of embraces.

	He began to talk to her, telling of his deepest, most hidden
feelings.   She responded with hers.  Just as their bodies were
intertwined and shared, now their innermost souls wrapped around each
other.

	When he came inside her for the first time, it was as if the
universe was being born again for both of them.

	Their bodies spasmed together in dancer's unison for what
seemed forever, souls waltzing and spinning about in a dizzying whirl
of complete fulfillment.

	When they finished, they were so exhausted, they barely had
strength enough to disentangle themselves and turn out the lights
before falling asleep.

	They slept intertwined the rest on the night, in the sleep of
perfect relaxation and innocence.

			***



Author's note:  As mentioned, this is the end of an interlude.  To
share more info than this of this particular relationship is not to
be.  Sorry 'bout that, but the two lovers deserve their privacy.  Last
BEAR heard, they were doing very well.  Still not found out, and still
having incredible sex whenever possible.  Don't you hope - as BEAR
does - that this pair finds a way to live relatively happily ever
after?


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