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If you are under 18, or this kind of smut is illegal in your area....
don't read it.

This is not my story - it was written by Jonathan Dzoba.  Does anyone
have any more of his stories? Please post them!   e-mail:
coyote_azure@hotmail.com

My copy of this story is missing a chunk out of the middle; does anyone
have the complete text?

Gwen & Wendy - Amateur Astronomers
by Jonathan Dzoba

     "You mean that's it? Twenty miles back?" Gwen said, a little
shocked.
     "Yup. That's it. That's the last you'll see of civilization," I
told her.
     "This really is like Mars," she said.
     I laughed. "It's OK. There's no phone, but there is the truck. And
it's summer, so we won't get snowed in or anything. Besides, we can
always walk," I said.
     "Long walk. But nothing's gonna go wrong with your dad's truck, is
it?" she asked hopefully.
     "I doubt it. It's only a year old. And dad had it checked before we
left."
     "That's good," Gwen sighed. "So what's the cabin like? Real
little?"
     "Uh huh. One room. One bed. Mom and dad bought it before we were
born. They've been trying to sell it and get a bigger one somewhere
else," I said.
     "Any luck?" Gwen asked.
     "Not yet. Not many people want one this small, I guess."
     "Are there any other cabins nearby?" Gwen wanted to know.
     "Huh uh. Well, there is one on the other side of the lake, but it's
pretty far away. You'd have to walk ten miles to get to it, and it
doesn't have a phone either, I don't think," I replied.
     "Sure hope we've got enough of everything for two weeks," Gwen
said. "I think so. We packed enough, plus mom packed more junk that I
wouldn't have even thought about: extra batteries and stuff. Good thing
she thought of all that," I said.
     "Really. Your folks are really great to let us use the place, too."

     "That's what it's there for," I said, echoing my dad's sentiments.
     "Wendy? Where's the can opener?"
     "In the box somewhere," I replied, shouting across the cabin.
     "Which one?" she asked.
     "I don't know. Try the...."
     "Nevermind. I found it," she shouted before I finished.
     I came out ten minutes later after drying my hair as best I could
with just a towel. That was all I had wrapped around me when I went out
to check on supper.
     "How's it going, chef?" I said.
     "Not bad, but I don't know the first thing about starting THAT up,"
Gwen said, pointing to the gas grill.
     "Oh I know how to do that," I said, and started fiddling with the
tank.
     "Jeez. Why don't you get dressed first or something," she scolded.
     "Doesn't matter. Nobody here but you and me," I returned.
     "Oh. Yeah. I forgot," she murmered.
     It only took a few minutes before we had the grill going and a
couple of hot dogs roasting away. We sat on the back porch and talked.
We talked about school. Where we were going to college. We were
definitely going to the same college. But which one we weren't sure.
     Any place that had a good astronomy school. Cal Tech was the best
as far as we were concerned.
     It was close enough and our folks could afford anything. Gwen and I
had been friends forever. Or since junior high, at least. We met in
astronomy club and that became the basis of our friendship. Over the
years we had done a lot of stuff together. Field trips and so on. Mostly
with our school clubs, though.
     This was the first time we had been away alone together. The cabin
was in the mountains two hundred miles north of the city. LA. We both
had our scopes with us.
     I went back inside and got dressed. Gwen had stuff ready when I
came back out a few minutes later.
     We ate dinner and then went back inside and unpacked the rest of
our stuff. Gwen took a shower while I went back out and set up the
telescopes. It was only seven when she came back out and not quite dark
yet.
     "Can't see much yet," I said. "Still too light."
     Gwen walked up to her scope and adjusted it. She pointed it up and
took a quick look. Nothing. I could tell by the expression on her face.
She swung it back down and sat on the swing.
     "We should get some chairs out here. Something sturdier to sit on,"
she told me.
     "Mmm," I agreed. I went inside to look for some. I found two old
wooden folding chairs in the closet and a couple of cushions that looked
like they'd been through World War II.
     "Have to do, I'm afraid," I said apologetically. "Can't think of
everything," I sighed.
     "We'll know better next time. Bring something to sit on. How dumb
can we get," she stated.
     "Between you and me, pretty dumb," I chided.
     Gwen laughed. "But smart enough to get into Cal Tech."
     "True," I said. "But that's a different kind of smart."
     "Do you really think so?" Gwen asked seriously.
     "Yup. My dad says so all the time. Common sense. Takes years to
learn."
     "I don't know," Gwen said, unconvinced.
     "Look at my mom. Look at all the stuff she remembered to pack and
we didn't," I said.
     "But that's experience, not just common sense," Gwen said.
     "Hard to tell the difference," I said.
     "I suppose," said Gwen, conceding the point.
     We talked more for a while, mostly about what we knew we'd see in
the skies, and then fell silent.
     We fiddled with our scopes. I was concentrating on the sky. Gwen
was looking at the shoreline on the other side of the lake.
     "Who are these guys?" she asked, breaking the long silence.
     "What?" I said, not quite catching her question.
     "Who's this?" she said, pointing with her finger across the lake
while keeping her eye to the scope.
     I moved my scope down and tried to find where she was looking. It
took a minute.
     "I see 'em," I said. I looked carefully at the couple walking along
the edge of the lake. "I don't know. Don't recognize them," I said, not
interested.
     "Do a lot of people just walk up here?" Gwen asked.
     "How should I know," I said.
     "Well I thought maybe they lived in the other cabin and you'd know
them or something," she said.
     "Not really. Dad said the old guy who used to own it died two years
ago and it was up for sale too."
     "Oh," Gwen replied.
     I turned my scope back up to the sky. Stars were starting to
appear. I was starting to get into it when Gwen interrupted again.
     "Check this out. I don't believe it," she said quietly.
     "What? What's going on?" I asked taking my eye from the scope.
     She knew it would take me time to get my scope lined up to see, so
she moved away from her's.
     "Here. Look for yourself," she told me.
     I leaned over to her scope and peeked in. It took a second for my
eyes to adjust to the dark view the scope afforded. Slowly I began to
discern figures moving, but I couldn't make out what was happening.
     "What's going on?" I asked, not moving from the lens.
     "They're in the water," Gwen said.
     "So?" I replied.
     "She sucking him off," Gwen giggled helplessly.
     "What?" I said, straining to understand the scene with my brain now
as well as my eyes. As soon as Gwen supplied me with the overall picture
I realized what I was looking at. Gwen had moved in so close I couldn't
see it at first. There it was, though. Her mouth moving over him again
and again. I couldn't believe it.
     "Let me see," Gwen said.
     I moved aside. "Let them alone, would you, you pervert," I laughed.

     "No. This is amazing," she said, and went back to watch them.
     "Gwen?" I said, shocked.
     "Oh come on. They don't even know it. It's not hurting anyone," she
said.
     "You're a sicko, you know that?" I told her, and went back to my
own scope. I tried not to pay any attention to her as she kept watch on
our neighbors. About five minutes went by. I was awakened by curiosity.
     "So what's happenning now?" I asked as uncuriously as possible.
     "Not much. They're done." Gwen took her eye from the scope.
     "They went inside," she said matter of factly.
     I didn't bother to ask the logical conclusion of the act that was
in progress.
     "Are you done playing peeping tom now? Want to look at the stars?"
I suggested pithily.
     "Oh come on. Where's your spirit of adventure? You can't tell me
you aren't part voyeur if you want to look at the stars," she grinned.
     I had never thought of it that way.
     "I don't know if that applies," I said honestly.
     "Does to me," Gwen said simply.
     "You mean you really enjoyed that?" I asked.
     "I suppose, yes. Otherwise I wouldn't have done it," she said. "It
was like something was drawing me to watch," she said.
     "Curiosity," I said, remembering my own feeling.
     "No, more than that. I wanted to see THEM. It's like I was an
unwanted intruder that no one could see," she said.
     "That's bizarre," I said.
     Gwen just looked at me and shrugged. She readjusted her scope and
went back to looking at what she had been looking at before. I gave up
on her and went on looking at the stars.
     It was at least half an hour before Gwen nudged me once more.
     "What now? Are they doing it in mid air?" I said.
     "No. Just in bed," Gwen said.
     I was caught off guard.
     "You mean they're really doing it?" I said, turning my head away
from my scope.
     "Yes, they're really doing it," she mimicked.
     "Where?" I said unbelievingly.
     "In bed, I said. Take a look," Gwen said, and offered her scope to
me.
     Instead I trained my own to the location of interest.
     "Couldn't pass it up, huh?" Gwen kidded me.
     "Oh stop it. I just want to see...," I started but decided not to
bother finishing and concentrated on positioning my telescope. When I
got the picture in view I was more or less aghast.
     "Ugh," I said disgustedly.
     "Really," Gwen agreed.
     They were on the bed in their cabin making love. No covers or
anything. He was on top. There was a lamp lit inside, which is the only
reason we could see anything at all. Why they had let it stay on I don't
know. Maybe they figured, wrongly, that no one was going to be around
watching them. The whole picture was quite clear. We could zoom in as
close as we wanted to. I dared myself to do it and found myself trapped.
I watched his cock going up and down, disappearing into her between her
legs. It was long and hard. I moved back a little and looked at him. He
was young. About twenty five. And lean and hard, but not overly
muscular. But you could see his biceps straining to hold himself up. I
wondered if he was sweating. I couldn't tell through the scope. I moved
the scope over to her face and zoomed in. She was pretty. She had long
hair. Light colored. I couldn't tell if it was blond or light brown or
not. I moved back down and looked at her legs. They were OK. I went back
up to see her boobs. They were pretty big.
     "Bigger than mine, that's for sure," I said out loud inadvertantly.

     "What?" Gwen said. "You don't even have one," she said.
     "No, dope. I mean her. I was looking at her boobs," I said
secretively.
     "Oh. Yeah. Not bad," Gwen said. I could tell she had had a look at
them to confirm this.
     "How would you know?" I said.
     Gwen didn't say anything. I figured she knew I was right and had
lost the point. But just then I felt her hand close around my breast
under my cutoff top.
     "Gwen?" I half shouted, jumping back, suprised and laughing.
     "Definitely," she rejoined, pointing at me and laughing with me.
     "God!" I said. "Keep your hands to yourself," I warned her.
     "OK. OK. Just kidding. I had to find out, though," she laughed.
     "So now you know," I said.
     Gwen had gone back to watching them. I thought about it for a
second, then I did too.
     They had switched positions meanwhile and she was now riding him.
It wasn't as much fun to watch because I couldn't see him anymore. I
watched his face for a while and looked at his chest for a long time.
     I began to wonder if he would come and then remembered he'd already
had an orgasm before in the lake.
     I looked down in between. I saw her leg as she rose up and down him
but couldn't see much inbetween. I moved up and saw her upper body going
up and down more than her lower body was. Her boobs bounced. Suddenly
she leaned over and I lost sight of her. I readjusted my view and pulled
back a little.
     She was leaning over his chest and he was playing with her boobs a
little. I was getting bored. I thought about moving back up to the sky
and thought about what I would see there. The stars seemed cold. I tried
to move around to get a more interesting picture, but I needn't have.
She dismounted him so quickly I thought she left. I saw his face and
knew he must be about to come.
     I moved my scope so quickly down to catch him that I went past and
had to pull back. She, whoever she was, was there already, holding him
in her hands and pumping him gently. He came a second after I focused
and she moved her head behind him but not over him. She did not want to
take him in her mouth now. Instead she licked him and held him as he
spurted over her hand.
     "Whew," Gwen said softly.
     "Shhh!" I said, as if they could hear us. Gwen muffled a laugh.
     "Stop it!" I said, concentrating on what was happening. Gwen
quieted down.
     There wasn't much else. They kissed a lot and it got pretty boring.
I stopped looking. Gwen was already sitting on the porch swing. I got up
and stretched my aching back and buttocks, reaching down to rub them.
     "So you shouldn't watch that kind of stuff, huh? Make you go blind,
eh?" Gwen chided.
     "Oh cool it. You're the one that got me started," I said. I went
over and sat beside her.
     "But you couldn't resist could you? Admit it," she taunted.
     "Yeah. But God knows why. It's so dumb," I said.
     Gwen didn't reply. We swang the swing together. "Do you figure
they're married?" Gwen asked.
     "Probably," I answered. "Probably on their honeymoon," I added.
"Why?"
     "Who else does it in the lake?" I said.
     "Probably," Gwen laughed.
     I thought about my own folks. I wondered if they'd done it here. I
tried to figure how old they'd've been when they first got the place.
     "Shit! That's the year I was born," I said without thinking. I
could see Gwen calculating quickly.
     "You mean you figure...," Gwen started.
     "Shush," I said. But it was too late. Gwen was giggling.
     "God you're unbearable," I told her straightfacedly. And then I
started laughing.
     "Do you think...," Gwen said, not even finishing, but pointing
across the lake.
     We both broke out laughing again.
     "Maybe she'll grow up to like astronomy...," I started.
     "And look over here...," Gwen burst out laughing.
     I cracked up and bent over double to try to stop myself from
laughing so hard. Unfortunately it caused my back muscles to cramp on my
side.
     "Oh!" I said in laughter and pain, reaching back to hold my back
and side.
     "Ow!" I said again as a new cramp began.
     "What's the matter?" Gwen asked, still giggling.
     "Cramp," I said, putting my hand to my side. "Here, let me rub it,"
she said quickly.
     She put her hand over onto my back and began to rub it where my
hand was. I turned immediately away from her so she could push against
it. She did and continued to massage my back until the pain lifted.
     "Sitting too long," I said.
     "I'm sure they won't have any cramps," Gwen said, nodding accross
the lake.
     I laughed and my back cramped a little again in the same spot.
     "Wow!" I said, stiffenning up.
     "Relax," Gwen said, kneaded it till it began to relax again.
     A half minute later she slowed down.
     "Don't stop it's not gone yet," I said to her.
     "Well then put your feet up or something because I can't reach it
this way," she complained.
     I swung my legs up to the end of the porch swing and put them out
under the arm. I tried to sit up straight to keep the muscles from
cramping again. Gwen rubbed at the lower part of my back as best she
could. It probably wasn't working too well.
     "Turn over," she commanded.
     I scrunched and groaned and pushed and wiggled my body over the
wooden surface till I had turned over. I had to scoot up and put my
shoulders on Gwen's lap for her to reach my back.
     "That's better. At least I can reach it now," she said, and
continued to rub my low back.
     "Oh god that feels good," I said. And it did. My muscles must
really have gone into stasis sitting there that long.
     "You would think we'd be used to it by now," I said.
     "I don't think we usually sit and watch uninterrupted that long,"
Gwen remarked.
     "That's true," I said. "We usually don't watch that though," I
added.
     "Would be a strange sky if we did," Gwen tacked on.
     I smiled. Her hands felt so good I almost drifted off. She moved
them up my back and their warmth was inviting sleep. She didn't hesitate
to put her hands under the back of my loose top. I didn't care. It felt
good. She massaged my shoulders and it took the ache of driving out of
them. Her hands moved down my sides over my rib cage and massaged that
too. It all felt good. She concentrated on my lower back with the heel
of her hand. She stretched over to reach the far side of me and I lifted
a little to readjust. I turned my head inwards and looked up. Her
breasts were hanging directly above me, covered only by a top like mine.
They were bigger. Fuller.
     I tried not to notice and turned my head the other way. But I
didn't want to look at the lake. I wanted to look at her stomach up
close for some reason. I turned my head right back.
     "Make up your mind," Gwen said irritated by my shifting position so
much.
     "Sorry. I'll stay here," I told her.
     She resumed her hand motions. I stared at her bare stomach. I
looked at the marks and small downy hairs and her belly button. I could
not help but see the beginning of her breasts, although I did not look
up at them. I forgot what her hands were doing. I was engrossed in her
stomach. My finger appeared at it without my knowing I had moved my arm.
It rested on her belly button.
     I pushed my finger into it, trying to be funny.
     "Stop that!" Gwen said, almost laughing.
     I gently moved it in and out several times.
     "In, out, in, out," I crooned.
     "God. Stop that, will you?" Gwen laughed.
     I withdrew my hands and my eyes shifted upwards. I found myself
looking at the bottoms of her breasts. They were large and nicely
rounded.
     Guys would definitely like to hold them, I told myself. I wondered
if any ever had. She had never told me. I hadn't ever asked. I tried to
see her nipples. Only part of them occasionally came into view as she
bent further over to rub me lower. I suddenly felt her hands go under
the waist of my cutoffs. That pair of cutoffs were big.
     They had been my dad's jeans. I had inherited them. Her hand slid
under easily and went right under my underwear too. She pulled it back
out again right away and continued massaging me the same way for a
while. Her hand felt good still.
     Warm. It moved off to the side of my hip and went further down the
side of my leg then back up and out.
     As she did it again and again, I went back into a small trance and
found myself looking at her again. I moved my hand a little on her
stomach back and forth. It was moist-sticky from being in one spot so
long. It bumpled across. I lifted it and turned it over. The back of my
hand was dry and moved to the side of her stomach easily. It tickled her
a little. She twisted underneath it. Her hand went to the other hip
suddenly and I started. I enjoyed what I was doing without much thought
or concern... She kept massaging me. Her hand went down the middle of my
bottom rubbing with the heel of her hand. Then down one side and the
other. Then she began using her fingers. She massaged and dug her
fingers into my bottom. I was a little nervous for a second, but decided
to trust her. She kept touching me and soon it began to feel good. Soon
it began to feel less massaging and more touching. I still trusted her.
Her fingers slid between and she moved them apart. They slid right down
to my hole and I knew she meant what she was doing, yet I could not stop
her. I told myself she was still just rubbing me in a massaging sort of
fashion.
     She touched me this way for what seemed like forever, her finger
exploring over the top of my hole, threatening to go in, but only
pushing at it slightly. It made me squirm and push myself down onto the
hard swing. I got wet inbetween. Suddenly, her fingers touched the back
of my opening and nearly slid in. I was unready, unaware and unsure of
what to do. I wanted to stop her then, but she put her fingers inside of
me and I could not stop her. They went right in. The wetness they
brought back she dragged back over my dry hole excited me to a
unbelievable peak. It wetted me more and I wanted her to push in, even
there. I guess she knew what I was thinking. She pressed her finger into
me and I tensed. She eased up and withdrew it, then pushed again a
little and withdrew again, then circled it with her fingertip. I relaxed
again and her fingers went back down lower. I could not help but raise
my bottom and she reached inside of me again. I sighed softly as her
fingers entered me, my breathing coming faster. Her fingers pushed into
me again and again till I felt myself gripping them and responding
without any control on my part. I was afraid.
     "Gwen please," I said weakly.
     She leaned over me and pushed her fingers underneath me completely,
finding my clitoris. She rubbed it as best she could, but it was awkward
for her hand, I could tell. She took her hand out completely.
     "I can't reach you. Turn over please," Gwen said quietly.
     I twisted myself around and looked up at her.
     "What are you doing?" I asked her.
     "Playing with you," she replied succinctly.
     "Why?"
     "Because I am, that's all. Do you want me to finish or not?" she
asked.
     "Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked, knowing that I would
not stop her.
     "I wouldn't be doing it if I didn't want to do it," she replied.
"Do you mind?" she added.
     "Maybe we'd better go inside," I said, starting to get up.
     Gwen put her hand down on my stomach. "No. Just stay where you are,
OK?"
     Her hand came up to my face and went to my cheek. She brushed it. I
looked at her eyes to see what she was feeling and saw her looking at me
deeply in thought.
     "It's OK," I reassured her. "I - "I faltered, "I don't mind so much
as long as it's you," I told her, taking her hand from my cheek and
holding it in my own.
     She smiled. I put her hand down deliberately on my stomach and
moved it in a circle. She smiled again and began to move her hand on her
own. I reached down lower and unzipped my cutoffs and undid the snap.
     "There," I said.
     Gwen's hand stayed on my stomach. She touched it lightly and I
found I had lost the urgency I'd had only a minute before. I put my hand
up her side and under her cutoff t-shirt. I felt the side of her body
and then moved directly over her breast. I felt the nipple go by under
my palm. Gwen reacted by closing her eyes. I touched her breast lightly
as she did my stomach. Then her hand wandered upward and touched my
breasts, too. We did this for quite some time, stimulating each other
gradually. At last I reached up and pulled her hand downward. I was
beginning to become excited again and needed to feel her touch. She
accepted my guidance and her hand floated over the top of my exposed
underpants. I pushed my mound up into her hand. She smiled and rubbed
the top of it, patting it gently. It made me want to come when she did
that! I squeezed her breast in my hand and tried to touch her other with
my other hand. It wouldn't reach easily, but I traced it before I put my
hand back down again. Gwen smiled at me again, and her hand pressed
harder into my mound.
     "Touch me Gwen," I pleaded.
     She used her fingers to press deep into my panties, but it wasn't
enough. I pushed up to see if it would help. She moved her fingers lower
and suddenly they slipped under the edge of my panties. They rushed
across my hairs, brushing them and searching. I was so wet that she had
no trouble in finding my clitoris. She rubbed it with her fingers. I
closed my eyes and moved against her fingers. The more she rubbed the
closer I came. She speeded up and suddenly I put my hands down on top of
hers. I came, pushing myself up into her hand, holding her there. Gwen
waited patiently till I lifted my own hands.
     Then she closed her hand around my mound and just held it for a
while.
     It felt good. I didn't know what to say. Gwen smiled down at me and
her hand began to move playfully around me again.
     "OK?" she said.
     "Mmm hmm," I murmered. Then I lifted up her hand to stop her and
sat up. "Inside?" I asked.
     "OK," she replied, and got off the swing.
     We took our telescopes in with us. There was only one bed. We had
planned on sharing it anyway.
     But not, I was sure, like this. Gwen lay down and I sat beside her.
I let my hand go down to her cutoffs.
     "Would you like me to do you, too?" I asked.
     "Of course," she said. "If you want to," she added.
     I smiled back at her and rubbed her groin to stimulate her and
answer her question at the same time.
     I was glad she was going to let me return the favor. I thought I
should. In a way I was eager to. It was an adventure and she was my best
friend. I could trust her. She lay back and put her hands behind her
head.
     It raised her cutoff top some and I smiled at the fact that she
had, even inadvertantly, exposed her breasts to me. I leaned down and
kissed them and looked up at her to see her face. She had closed her
eyes, but I could tell from her mouth that I had done something she had
wanted me to do. I molded her breasts in my hands and took her nipples
into my mouth. I sucked them and squeezed her breasts gently in my
hands. It felt wonderful. Her nipples got hard and I bit them a little,
sliding my fingers over them wetly. I slid down slowly, licking her
stomach and preparing to remove her cutoffs.
     I knew what I wanted to do. She was waiting for me. I unbutonned
her cutoffs and unzipped them quickly. I tugged them down her legs and
her pants came off with them. I put them on the floor and turned back to
look at her. She had her eyes open and was watching me. I put my hand
down on the top of her thigh and stroked it lovingly, smiling at her. My
hand wandered to the inside of her leg and she closed her eyes again. I
looked at her.
     She was pretty. My head turned to look at her legs where I was
caressing. She had slim legs. I moved my hand down and touched her toes
and feet and caressed up her leg slowly. When I reached her inner thighs
again, she moved her legs apart more. She lifted her knee up and I moved
between them, pushing the other leg out towards the edge of the bed with
my hand.
     I put my hands up to her mound and moved them around, caressing her
gently. I smoothed the hairs back and moved them away from the center of
her. It exposed her lips and I put my finger to them, moving them
lightly back and forth. I was going to play with her with my fingers,
just as she had done to me. Only I could see her in front of me. This
was different. She had just touched me, not seen me. I wondered if she
had wanted to. I was going to ask her, but didn't. It would have broken
the spell I thought. Instead I just moved my fingertip over her again
and again. I knew where to concentrate at the top, and finally I was
just going in little circles around her hidden button. Gwen was
beginning to respond: moving her hips in a slow rhythm. I knew just how
she felt. I felt it with her as I touched her and saw her expressions. I
knew when it felt very good. It was fascinating to play with her and
keep her and see her in that state of suspensed pleasure. I wanted it to
last a long time. I deliberately withheld excitement from building up
too fast just to watch myself touching her privately. I moved my
fingertip up to the very top of her and pulled the hood back with it,
temporarily exposing her clitoris. I was so fascinated by it that I used
my other hand to hold back the hood and keep it exposed while my
fingertip roamed over it again and again. I knew Gwen would come quickly
if I kept doing that, but I couldn't help myself. I looked at her and
knew with her eyes closed tight and knew she wanted to come soon. I took
her clit between the tips of my thumb and forefinger and slid it back
into it's little hood then out again carefully. I did it again and once
more. Then many times quickly. Gwen's body stiffened and her legs
pressed together as I rubbed her after her climax. She gripped my hand
in her thighs and held it there till the spasms between her legs
subsided. She released my hand and I smiled at her when she opened her
eyes again. She just looked at me. There wasn't anything to say between
us. What had happened had happened.
     We both understood it.
     I smiled at her again and she let her leg fall down. I pulled the
bedspread up over her and covered her, tucking her in. She smiled at me
broadly, laughing silently at my motherly gesture. I sat up at the edge
of the bed and undid my cutoffs. I took them off sitting there, and,
leaving my underwear and top on, climbed into bed beside her.
     "Thanks," Gwen said, "I needed that."
     "I did, too," I said. "I've never done that before," I told her.
     "Neither have I," Gwen told me. "Watching them made me horny," she
said.
     "Me too," I added. "How come you...," I started.
     "I don't know. At first I was just rubbing your back because you
needed it, but it felt good touching you, too, after a while," Gwen
said.
     "Oh," I said.
     There was a silence.
     "Have you ever done it?" she asked. "You know, with a guy?"
     "No," I told her.
     "I haven't yet either," she said quietly.
     We didn't say much for a while. I slid down a little and began to
get comfortable and a little sleepy.
     Gwen looked at me and moved down beside me. We were facing each
other.
     She smiled at me again. I put my head down on the pillow.
     Gwen put her hand up to my face and touched my cheek. I looked at
her.
     Her hair tumbled down beside her as she leaned on her elbow. I
reached out and took it in my hand, threading it through my fingers. I
did it several times. Gwen began brushing my hair from my forehead.
     Then she leaned forward and kissed my forehead. I wanted to do the
same for her, but she met me halfway and put her lips against mine
instead. I held off for a second but it was too late. She pressed her
lips against mine and I kissed her back. We stood back and looked at
each other, trying to guage each other's feelings. Then we kissed again,
slowly. Our lips met and clung, twisting across time. Gwen's hand went
down to my chest and rubbed my breasts with the back of her hand.
     I did the same for her. We kissed for a very long time, touching
one another gently. Then we moved closer together and the warmth was
intoxicating.
     We pressed into one another and held each other in our arms. We
were lovers. I touched her back and bottom and she caressed me. I was on
my back and she leaned over me, pressing her body against mine. Our legs
met and crossed, twining for warmth. I felt her hairs on my thigh and
became excited. I kissed her harder and she responded by opening her
mouth to me. Our tongues played together wetly.
     Our bodies mixed warmly. I relished the feeling of her breasts
against mine. Gwen suprised me and climbed right on top of me, putting
both her legs between mine. She lay on top of me and we kissed more. Her
hands went under my head and held it as we kissed. Mine went to her back
and sides and bottom. I loved to touch her bottom. It was soft. The
hairs there were downy. Further down I could almost reach her sex. I
pressed my hands lower to find it and she pushed her body upward toward
my head to help me reach her. I began to slip my fingers inside of her
again. She moaned pleasingly, but slid down so that I couldn't reach her
anymore.
     She flipped her hair back and then kissed my neck. It tickled a
little and I giggled. Gwen smiled and kept going. She lowered herself
further and kissed the bones inbetween and above my breasts. That felt
hot and very sexy. She kissed there hard and I sighed excitedly.
     "Gwen," I said softly.
     "Um hum," she said back affirmatively.
     She kissed my breasts and warmed my nipples with her tongue. I
stroked her hair and held her head in place lightly, letting her move it
as she wished until she found my nipples. Then I would keep it there
till she moved it back to the other side. She lay down and used her
hands to hold and squeeze my breasts while she kissed my stomach. I
became very excited anticipating what I knew was going to happen. Gwen
kissed her way down my stomach and when she reached my panties she
tugged at the edge of them to pull them down. I lifted my bottom and she
slowly pulled them from me, down just below my mound. She moved to one
side, putting her legs over me, and with one hand removed them
completely. I helped her by bringing my knees up. She had to go under
the covers to get them all the way off. When she lay back down, she
parted my legs and moved in between them even lower than before.
     I was suprised to see her where she was. She lay down and moved my
legs apart, looking at me inbetween. I watched her. She kissed my inner
thighs and I lay down and closed my eyes. I felt her kissing higher up
and then finally felt her fingers moving through the blond hairs
surrounding me. She swept them aside and parted my lips. I felt a sudden
rush of wetness inside. The next thing I felt was like a hot thing
surrounding my clitoris. It was her tongue.
     I clutched the sheet in my fingers. Her tongue lashed at me and it
was not as hot, but wetter feeling the next time. It still felt good.
Very good. Gwen continued to lick me slowly and I began to react inside.
I tensed and contracted every muscle in my groin and inside of my own
pussy. Her tongue made me shiver in excitement. She moved me further
apart with her fingers and pushed directly on top of my button with her
tongue. The tip of it moved rapidly across my button clit and I started
to build to a new level of excitement. One step closer to orgasm. Gwen
kept flicking at the top of my clit until I was moving excitedly
underneath her. Then she licked me hard and flat with her tongue. Her
fingers took over and played with me for a second or two. Her tongue
must have needed a rest. But quickly she sucked my whole organ into her
mouth and I nudged closer to climax. She sucked me in and out of her
mouth and my pelvis was rising and falling quickly, matching her sucking
action. She put her hands under my bottom and held it, forcing me up
into her mouth. She sucked me hard right at the top of my clit and I
came. And came. And came. It was the longest, sweetest series of orgasms
I'd ever had in my life. Gwen sucked me all through it till I pushed her
away in protest. She pulled herself up and lay on top of me. I loved
having her there and held her in my arms. She just put her head off to
one side of mine and rested there. I knew what I had to do next.
     I pushed her off of me gently and rolled over on top of her. She
smiled at me and I smiled back a little, but kissed her passionately
right away so we wouldn't lose the feelings of the moment. She kissed me
back eagerly and when her tongue entered my mouth I tasted my own
wetness. I pressed my body hard into hers and kissed her back the more
eagerly for the taste of it. It excited me. I kissed her neck and her
chest and spent a short time sucking her nipples. I kissed her ribs,
sticking out above her stomach and then licked at her belly button. But
I moved quickly down. Her dark brown hairs were so different than mine I
stared at them almost in amazement. I saw her peeking through and moved
to kiss her. She tasted divine. I let my tongue go around her and pulled
her lips apart. I sucked her and sucked her, twisting my fingers inside
of her slowly as I did so. I felt her contracting around them. I put one
more finger inside of her and used my other fingertip to play with her
clit while I tongued it at the same time. She was throbbing inside and
her body pressed hard into the bed. I flicked at the top of her clit and
she came immediately. I surrounded her clit with my mouth and pushed my
fingers deep in her. She pushed against my fingers and made them go even
deeper, her pelvis shaking against my mouth. When she dropped down to
the bed I released my fingers from her and held her legs in my arms,
keeping her down on the bed. I sucked her clit again right away and she
climaxed a second time. While she came down I lay my head between her
legs and just let it rest there. In a minute or two I climbed up to be
beside her. I spooned into her body from behind and she pulled my hands
up to her breasts. We covered up in the sheet and spread and went to
sleep.
     The next morning we separated and showered without saying much to
each other. Gwen disappeared for a while, walking out into the woods. I
was afraid maybe I'd done something wrong, but then figured that it was
just what happenned and she needed to think. I didn't think about it to
much. I was suprised at what we'd done, but thought that we'd done what
we needed to do at the time.

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     Alissa didn't blush, but she went quiet again. So we walked on.
About two miles out we saw some animals. Just a couple of racoons and
rabbits, but Ali, for that was what she'd asked me to call her, Ali was
amazed. I think if she'd had a camera or something she'd have felt
better. But she didn't think to bring hers with her when Gwen talked
them into boating across the lake. She didn't figure she was going to
use it. They hadn't planned on being gone long at all, in fact.
     "Do you really think we can stay out for four hours?" Alissa asked,
as if I had to give her permission.
     "Who cares? You're on vacation, aren't you? I said.
     "A honeymoon isn't exactly a vacation," Alissa said.
     "What's the problem?" I asked. "You talk like you hate it," I said.
"No, it's not that, it's just that, well, Mark and I have been living
together for so long already that getting married was sort of his idea
and not mine. It was like we had this vacation coming up and he wanted
some excuse to do nothing but fool around," she said.
     "That's a shame. You guys seem like a real nice couple, though," I
prompted.
     "I think he's a turning into a real jock sometimes the way he hangs
out with the guys and footballs and baseballs himself to death. We don't
do any of the things we started out doing when we first knew each
other," Ali complained suddenly.
     I wasn't sure I wanted to hear all her problems, but I decided to
listen anyway.
     "So what the hell did you marry him for?" I said.
     "Because we were already married, I suppose. That just made it
official," she said.
     "I think you've just made a whopper," I told her flat out.
     She laughed.
     I felt her suddenly not behind me. I looked back and she was
standing in the middle of the trail crying. Just standing there with her
hands at her sides, crying big tears. I walked back to her and put my
arms around her. She clung to me and sobbed. I had burst the damn and I
knew it. I tried to think, to gauge where we were. There was nothing
around to offer a comfortable place to sit and talk. So I toughened up
my voice and spoke to her like a drill seargent.
     "Ten-hut," I said, pushing her away from me to arms length. She
laughed again in sobs, smiling at me and trying to regain herself.
     "On your way, soldier. The squirrels are waiting," I joked.
     She mock saluted me and I turned crisply to lead the way again. I
decided not to speak to her. Instead I led a brisker pace, so that we
could get to the mine sooner. It might just walk it out of her, too. I
turned only once to ask how she was doing, and one other time to point
out a hawk circling high above.
     "Damn I wish I had my camera?" she groaned.
     I wondered if she was a real camera buff. It sounded like it. I
knew enough about 35mm cameras to photograph the night sky. Gwen and I
did our own developing. High resolution black and white film. I saw it a
just another aspect of astronomy mostly.
     We didn't see much other wildlife, but when we hit the brook,
Alissa jumped up and down like a little kid. She said she'd grown up
with one just like it near her grandmother's house. She splashed around
in it as we followed it up the trail.
     "You're going to regret getting your sneakers soaked," I told her.
     "Oh, who cares?" she retorted, as if she no longer needed my
permission. Which she didn't in the first place.
     I laughed at myself as well as her. I really was the motherly type.
I couldn't help it. That was my personality.
     =================================================================
     "So you think Minnesota's gonna lose the big one, huh?" Gwen asked
Mark.
     "Yeah. They'll blow it in the last quarter. Too bad we don't have a
tv or I'd prove it to you," he said.
     "I have a little radio," Gwen said.
     "All right. Maybe I can get the game on that. You don't mind, do
you?" he asked.
     "Not at all. I'd like to listen too," she told him untruthfully.
"I'll be right back," she said, and went to get her portable radio,
which she was usually not without.
     "We'll probably get better reception outside," she said, moving
towards the back door.
     "Yeah," Mark agreed readily.
     "Would you like something to drink? I'm afraid we don't have any
beer or anything. Just soda," she offered.
     "That's OK. Pepsi if you have it," he told her.
     She smiled and went back in to get one out of the refrigerator. She
had her plans. He was obligingly sitting on the porch swing when she
came out. She sat beside him and put the radio on the porch railing.
     He leaned over and turned it up. She pulled her legs up under her.
The one next to him couldn't help but cross over his leg. He couldn't
inch further away, so he was forced to put his arm around behind her on
the swing. It almost made him uncomfortable for a minute, but he
listened to the game and forgot about it. Gwen got mad, even though she
was listening to the game and chatting with him about it. She reached up
and pulled his hand down around her shoulder. She held it and played
with his fingers. If that wasn't clue enough, then he could jump in the
lake, she thought to herself.
     "You could get in trouble that way," Mark said.
     "I wouldn't mind a LITTLE trouble," Gwen said, looking at him
truthfully. She put her hand in his lap.
     "You're serious, aren't you?" Mark suggested.
     "I think so," Gwen told him.
     He put his hand down on hers and guided it over his pants. Gwen
took his lead and followed it. She rubbed over his pants till she just
began to feel him growing underneath. She looked down at him.
     "You ever done this before? You look pretty young," Mark said. Gwen
wasn't sure what to say, so she lied.
     "Yes, and I'm not that young," she told him as hardly as she could.

     He must have believed her or told himself to, because he pulled her
up from the swing and lowered himself down in it. Gwen knew what he
expected and just hoped she could do it right. She unbuckled his jeans
and laughed to herself when she saw him in his underwear on the swing.
     "I hope they meant what they said," he told himself.
     "Don't worry. There'll be time," Gwen said. She removed his shorts,
too. For the first time in her young life, she leaned over and took a
man into her mouth. It was bigger than she'd anticipated. Much bigger.
And it only GOT bigger! She could take no more than two or three inches
of it into her mouth without gagging at first, but it became wetter and
went further in gradually the more she did it. Soon she was sucking on
his cock well. She knew it because he had ceased to listen to the
football game and closed his eyes. She could see him responding in his
expressions. Gwen sucked him as hard as she could and touched him
underneath as well. They were so soft underneath! She held them lightly
as they hung over the edge of the swing, cupping them in her hand and
lifting them gently. She knew she wanted him to stay hard and that she
needed some stimulation herself to get ready for him, so she stopped to
remove her tube top. She leaned forward over him in the swing and he
held her breasts roughly and squeezed them hard.
     Her nipples stiffened in protest as he sucked them, but it felt
wonderful. His big hands wrapped around her back and pulled her up to
his face. They kissed and Gwen felt herself warming up to him. Suddenly
he pulled her up completely on top of him with his strong arms. Gwen was
taken aback when she felt him spreading her apart and lowering her onto
himself. She wasn't ready.
     He tried to enter her but failed. She kissed him harder to make her
self wetter and tried to slip her hand between her legs to play with
herself a little. His hand went there too and he rubbed her with his
massive fingers. They were rough skinned and it hurt a little, putting
her completely out of the mood right away.
     She struggled to disengage herself, but realized she had committed
herself and could not do that without a fight. So she resigned herself
and tried to find what little pleasure there was in his touches.
     "Go easier," she told him.
     He knew what she meant, and moved his fingers more slowly, making
her realize that he was not completely insensitive to her.
     "Play with me gently," she pleaded in his ear sensuously.
     That made him more reasonable. She was soon feeling excitable
again. When his finger moved to go inside her, she stiffened and pulled
her pelvis back. He stopped.
     "You really haven't done it before, have you?" he told her more
than asked her.
     "No, you're the first, so enjoy it," Gwen said.
     He smiled at her. "Yougotalottaspunk," he commented
monosyllabically.
     "I'm known for it," Gwen told him. She wasn't.
     He pulled her down to him and kissed her again. This time he went
in. It hurt. She moved. He pursued her, pulled her up and pushed her
down. Not much. Just enough to enter. Tears welled in her eyes. It hurt
again. He entered her further and she bit her lip. He was in her. Out he
came. A rest. Then back in. Slowly. She expanded. She felt him in her.
He pulled her up and lowered her again. This time it was easier. Wetter.
She wondered if it was blood, but did not care to look. He slid into
her, pushing her sides apart. Or at least it felt that way. Soon she was
helping him, lowering herself, pushing up with her thigh muscles to
raise herself above him. Then she wanted control. She took it upon
herself to do it to him and he relaxed and let her fuck him. It got
easier and better.
     This was more like what she had expected. She had him. She worked
him under her and hoped he would come inside of her. Then she realized
what that would mean and became a teenager again. Afraid.
     "You have to tell me when to get off," she said to him as she bent
down and kissed around his ears.
     "OK," was all he replied.
     She was disconcerted by his reply. She went down harder on him.
     "Take it easy," he told her.
     She had felt his cock bend a little the wrong way underneath her.
She smiled inside.
     "Pay attention," she thought to herself, and began to work him more
to make him come.
     She was trying to prepare to get off of him when the time came,
too.
     "Now," he said so suddenly that she nearly flew into the air
getting off of him. She sat back down on his legs and grabbed him with
one hand and pressed his cock into her belly, watching it come in sheer
fascination.
     "Suck on it," he told her.
     Gwen thought, "What an idiot," to herself, and did just as he
asked. She got down on her knees to the side of him and took him into
her mouth as quickly as she could.
     He was hot and salty and slick. He spurted once into her tongue and
she choked a little. She kept her tongue going around him, spreading his
come around his cock. She swallowed and tasted it a little. Then she
went back for more. She sucked him into her mouth as he grew smaller.
She was disappointed. She wanted more. She had expected more her first
time.
     "No, we got an apartment together right away. I never had the
chance to go to college. I never wanted to. Not until all my friends did
and graduated and got really good jobs and did interesting stuff. Then I
knew what a jerk I'd been," Ali told me.
     I reached for a hot dog on the fire.
     "You're almost like a soap opera. When did you grow up? In the
fifties or something?" I told her.
     "Yeah, I know I got no brains," she said self deprecatingly.
     "So get some! Go to college and shit," I told her. "You're not
exactly on your deathbed, you know. You can't be more than 25, I'd
guess."
     "22. Mark says it's a waste. He's got a job and so do I and we do
all right. And I ask him what about the future and he says the same
thing. He's got a job and so do I and we'll do all right. I tell him I
don't want to do 'all right', I want something better, something
different, something...," she ran out of words.
     "Get out now, then, while you still can," I advised her.
     "Easier said than done," she said, meaning her recently rushed
marriage.
     "Easier done than said," I told her. "Or you'll pay forever." She
looked at me dejectedly.
     "Eat another hot dog," I told her. She laughed.
     "How come you're so smart for somebody who's only... seventeen,"
she guessed.
     "Eighteen," I corrected. "My dad's a Ph.D... So's my mom. Born with
it, I guess," I stated plainly.
     "You're lucky. You're going to college, right?" Ali asked, knowing
the answer.
     "Let's go for a swim," I said.
     "No suit," Ali remarked dryly.
     "Don't need one. Nobody here but us chickens," I said.
     She looked at me. I looked back, daring her. She stood up and took
off her top. I finished my hot dog in one bite and stood up, too. She
was removing her shorts. I watched as I took off my clothes. It was hot
enough after the hike and the water in the little grotto was inviting.
She slipped in and I came in a minute later. The pool wasn't very big,
just the catch from a small brook flowing downhill. It dropped over some
rocks and made a little waterfall.
     "The miner's dynamited this out," I told Ali.
     "How do you know?" she asked.
     "Local history, that's all."
     "Oh."
     "They used it for washing and mining. Got the water from the fall
to drink before it hit the pool," I related.
     "Not very big," Ali said.
     "But deeper than it looks, huh?" I mentioned.
     I could see Ali testing for the bottom with her feet. The water was
that clear.
     "God, I can see the bottom but I can't touch it. How deep is it?"
she wanted to know.
     "About fifteen feet, actually," I told her. I swam over to her side
of the pool.
     "It's cooler down further," she said.
     "Mmm hmm," I agreed knowingly.
     We didn't speak for a minute.
     "Do you do a lot of photography?" I asked.
     "It's my favorite thing to do. It's my only hobby, really.
Sometimes I spend all day Saturday out with my camera while Jack's
working. I look forward to it."
     "Why not open up your own shop then?" I suggested.
     "No money. No idea how to run it. What else...," she trailed off.
"You're really down on yourself, aren't you?" I said.
     She looked at me. Her eyes were really tired and hopeless. I moved
next to her and put my arm around her shoulder.
     "You really do need to get a little more self confidence, you know.
You've probably got the talent. I think you just need the drive and a
little push. Maybe even someone to go in with," I told her.
     She reached up and pulled my hand down over her shoulder.
     "Thanks. Maybe I can convince Jack...," she started.
     "Don't convince him, just DO it!" I snapped.
     She let my hand go. "You don't know Jack. He's not that easy to
waylay," Ali said.
     There was a minutes silence.
     "The water feels cold," Ali said, pulling herself up on the rocks.
I swam away a little ways and then came back again. I put my arms up on
her leg and folded them neatly. She was kicking her feet out in the
water.
     "Would you show me some of you pictures? Do you have any back at
your cabin?" I asked.
     Ali was surprised. "Not many. Just the last batch that I took.
Nothing good, really. I mean not my best by any stretch," she gibbered.
     Anyone could tell she was more than pleased I asked.
     "Not to see them, no. He just looks at them and says 'They're real
nice, Lissy'," she said distantly.
     "Lissy," I said, turning the nickname over with my tongue, "That's
nice. I like it," I said. Ali looked at me. I patted her leg with my
hand approvingly and then noticed something I hadn't before.
     "Do you always do that?" I said, turning my hand slightly and
pointing between her legs.
     Alissa blushed. "No. Jack did it the other day. He convinced me. I
didn't want to at first, but it kind of turned me on when he started
doing it. Doesn't feel all that bad," she said.
     I'd never seen a woman without any hair down there. I saw all kinds
of girls in the showers in phys-ed. But not this. I moved my hand over
to just above her mound. I let my fingers run over the skin.
     It was smooth. No stubble.
     "Do you shave it every day now, or what?" I said, not looking up.
"Most of it. Gently. It's just like shaving your legs," she laughed,
"Only much more careful."
     I moved my fingers a little lower. "Can I see?" I asked curiously.
"Wendy! There's nothing to see," she blushed.
     I slipped back into the water and walked around front of her. I put
my hands on her legs.
     "Come on. I've never seen one like this before," I said. "Please?"
I looked at her pleadingly.
     She blushed again, but slowly let my hands push her legs apart. I
moved my head closer to her private area. I touched the lips of her
vagina and moved them a little. I looked at her from all angles,
touching her and moving her around.
     "I think it looks better this way," I commented, not stopping.
     "Do you?" Ali said softly.
     "It's easier to reach," I said, looking at her and touching her
clitoris, rubbing it in a small circle. I could see she was willing.
     "Is it?" she said breathlessly, looking at me distantly.
     I lowered my head and took her into my mouth. She groaned. I
nibbled. She sighed. I ate her clit warmingly and she moved underneath
my loving. She tasted good and I sucked her lightly, taking her inand
out of my mouth gently. Then I kissed her. All around her clit and
pussy. Her juices started to flow and I took her clitoris back into my
mouth. She held on to the rock she was sitting on. I could feel her
erupting, but I wanted to suck her more. She rolled through her first
orgasm to her second. The next one came quickly. After that, she
remained excited as my fingers entered her and I let her clit rest. I
moved my hands inside her and built her slowly back up to desire again.
Then I took them away and moved from her. I climbed out and lay on the
cool rock beside her.
     "Now you do me," I told her.
     "I've never done this before," Ali said.
     "You'll do fine," I said.
     She went into the water. I felt her touching my legs and parting my
hairs with her fingers. She took me in and I closed my eyes against the
warm sunshine. She did a fine job. We got dressed and went back.
     "So did you guys have a good time while we were gone?" I asked Gwen
after Ali and Jack had left.
     She didn't answer.
     "What happened?" I asked.
     She told me.
     I told her what had happenned.
     We ate supper. We looked at the stars. We went to bed. Late in the
night, she woke me. She cuddled next to me and we fell asleep again that
way. When morning came I lay looking at the early morning sunshine on
the cabin walls. Gwen awoke and her hands caressed my breasts. We made
love, slowly kissing and waking. She spent a long time under the covers,
kissing me. I liked to kiss her. Then she spent an equally long time
kissing all of my body. My back and arms, my bottom especially, the
backs of my legs, and finally my pussy. She sucked me worthily and long.
When it was my turn I pulled all the covers away and looked at her body.
I tried to imagine her without any hair down there. The idea excited me,
but I didn't say anything to her about it. I touched her and made love
to herr slowly, as she had to me. I was quiet and enjoyable. Slowly we
left bed to get breakfast.
     We dressed without speaking much except about what to make to eat.
We both went swimming afterwards. Then we went into town for supplies.
We shopped and looked around a little. By the time we had lunch and came
back it was two. Jack was there when we got back.
     He was alone.
     "Where's the old ball and chain?" I asked sarcastically.
     He took it in good humor. "Buying film. What are you guys up to?"
he asked plainly.
     "Not much, I'm afraid," I said, trying to gauge whether Gwen
expected me to go on another long hike and leave them alone together.
She signalled me no. "How about you?" I asked.
     "Nothin'," he replied, and cast about as if looking for something
to do.
     Gwen motioned me into the kitchen area to help put away the
groceries. I followed her and she whispered to me.
     "Do you think we should do it with him?" she asked.
     "Don't you mean do I want to do it with him?" I replied.
     Gwen looked at me. "So why not do it and get it over with. Then
you'll have some experience," she said.
     I thought about it.
     "It's worth it," she added.
     "Really?" I asked her.
     She thought about it. "Well, maybe not with him, but he's not bad
for a start," she giggled.
     I hit her.
     "I'll get out of here," she said.
     I was going to stop her, but she acted too fast.
     "I have to go back to town. We forgot some things," she said to
Jack. "Do you guys need anything?"
     "I don't know, Ali's does all that stuff," he said, bored.
     Gwen turned to me. "And I want to go to that place down the road
that old man told us about, OK? You don't mind if I'm not back for a
while, do you?" she asked.
     "No. I suppose not," I said. "But don't be out all night," I told
her, meaning it.
     "I won't. I just wanted to see that antique shop," she said. "See
you later," she waved as she went out the door.
     That must have set off an automatic play signal in Jack's mind. He
got up immediately and walked over to where I was.
     "So what's your idea?" he said.
     "Idea for what?" I asked.
     "Do you want it, too?" he said brazenly.
     I thought to myself what a jerk he was. But I didn't say it. I just
rolled with the punches.
     "Yeah. You ready?" I said.
     He looked at me as if he wasn't quite expecting me to say what I
had, and shrugged his shoulders.
     I walked away from him towards the bed. He grabbed me two steps out
and pulled me to him. His hands were like vices on my upper arms. He
bent his head down to kiss my neck. I endured it. As he kissed towards
my mouth I rebelled slightly. I didn't want to kiss him. He did. I shut
my eyes tight. He practically lifted me off the ground. I weakened a
little. His hands went to my back and they felt huge.
     They were huge. And rough. They scraped my back under my shirt. He
undid the snap of my bra and I felt it loosen in front. His hands went
to my ribs and then down and under my shorts. They caressed my naked
cheeks and I began to feel his strength robbing me of power to want to
stop him. Suddenly he dropped to his knees and took my shorts down with
him. I was embarassed. He began to kiss towards my pubic area and I
began to lose my balance. He pulled my shorts down and pushed me
backwards towards the bed. I fell onto it and he removed my shorts and
panties in one motion.
     His tongue found me in no time as he pushed my legs apart. It was
different. Too hurried. Less skilled or less knowledgeable. But it did
what it was supposed to do. I became wet. Then he rose and removed his
shirt. I looked at his chest and he told me with his eyes to remove my
blouse and bra. I did as he removed his pants. I turned back to see him
there before me and marvelled at his cock. It was large.
     Not as large as Gwen had painted it, but enough. He moved towards
me threateningly, but passed my lower regions with his organ and climbed
up onto the bed, straddling me. He wanted me to eat him. I licked at him
tentatively and tried to get used to it, the awkward angle of being
beneath him and all. He raised himself up and that made it easier for me
to get it into my mouth. As soon as it was wet enough, he began to pump
it in and out of my mouth. I wasn't prepared for it, but could do
nothing much about it. I was inexperienced and unsure enough not to stop
what I didn't like. So I put my hands on his ass and tried to manage the
pumping. All it did was make it worse.
     I was about to gag when he stopped suddenly and lowered himself
down. He put his hands under my ass and lifted me up to give himself
more room to guide his cock into my pussy. I felt him entering me and
felt my own resistance to it. He pushed slowly, going in just a little.
It hurt slightly.
     "Stop," I told him, pulling his body forward to get him to pull it
out.
     He removed his cock and then went in further. It stang. Again. It
hurt. Then it burned, but I knew it was broken. The seal was broken. I
started to cry for it. He knew I was hurt but went on anyway. It burned
each time he went in until I was finally opened enough. Then it was just
very tight and very hot.
     Not much pleasureable. He rocked me back and forth on him till the
pain went away and it loosened and cooled a little. Then it just felt
wet and a mess. But it felt better to me. He continued and I held him
and he pumped me and I let it happen. It was not long before I began to
push the limit and was lost in frenzy. He banged me hard and I pushed
him more, till at last I was sweating and clutching at him and he buried
his cock in me so hard I shook. I couldn't think about him coming in me.
That was the farthest thing from my mind. He didn't. He took his cock
out of me and came on my belly. I watched it spurting in fascination. I
rubbed it into my belly and he fell to the side and collapsed. I laughed
at his cock waving in the air like a flagpole without a flag.
     "What's so funny?" he asked.
     I laughed harder.
     "What?" he said.
     I burst out in hysterics and throbbing pain in my lower parts. I
clutched at them.
     Jack shook his head and got up. He left. I was still laughing and
crying in mild hysterics and pain.
     "I can't believe you," Gwen laughed.
     "You had to be there," I said, laughing all over again. "It was
just cute, but when he said 'What's so funny?' in the hurt tone of voice
he did, it was all over for me. I couldn't help cracking up."
     "So what did he do?" Gwen wanted to know.
     "He just got up and left. Not a word. He was pissed," I said,
laughing more.
     "Well, I guess he won't be back here," Gwen said.
     "Who cares?" I said.
     "I know," Gwen said. "But now I definitely want to find somebody
and do it."
     "I know what you mean. With the right guy it would definitely be
nice. But he'd have to do it slow and easy and know what the heck he was
doing. Jack didn't know much of anything about female anatomy," I
laughed.
     "That's for sure," Gwen added. There was a lapse in conversation.
     "Is there somebody else around here?" Gwen asked.
     "You mean for this kind of thing. Not really. At least not real
close. I suppose if you went into town...," I told her.
     "Yeah. I suppose," she agreed.
     I left my scope and sat on the swing by her. I put my arm around
her. She turned to me and smiled.
     "Well at least we have each other," she said, looking at me.
     "Mmm hmm," I said.
     We kissed.
      -
     "Theatre is Life....
     Cinema is Art....
     Television is Furniture...."
      - Garrison Keilor

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