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The Orgasm

We were on our first vacation together.  Over the course of a few days, she 
taught me how to ride a horse and I taught her how to rollerblade, and 
on our last day there, our bodies sweaty and bruised, we made feverish love
in our cabin in the woods.  That was the night I told her I loved her.

It took weeks to convince her to go, but that was her nature, reticent
and cautious.  I was the reckless one, willing to risk the destruction of
our new relationship by moving too quickly.   

"We'd never find a cabin we could afford," she said, and we searched
for weeks for a cabin in the price range she suggested.

"I won't be able to find food there," she said.  She had a complicated
diet arising from food allergies and stomach problems and too many
doctors.

After a few weeks, her stomach problems subsided and we finally went.

The cabin was near a lake and mountains, and during the days we'd hike
and fish and rollerblade and tell each other stories.

Some of the stories I'd heard before.  Those were the stories about
growing up with an alcoholic mother, and a father who left while she
was in her teens, and how she used to go to bars and drink herself into 
oblivion every night when she lived in New York.

But for the first time, she told me the good stories as well.
She told me stories of her grandmother and how she admired her and
how her grandmother taught her how to ride horses when she was a little
girl.

She showed me, then, how to ride a horse.  I took a photograph of her
as she rode, and I realized at that moment there was a something in her 
expression that I never saw before -- she was happy, deliriously so.

"I haven't ridden a horse since I was a kid," she told me as she
dismounted.  And she kissed me for long minutes with what seemed like hunger.
That was when I told her I loved her.

She was giddy for the rest of the day.  For the first time since we'd
started out on our trip, her stomach didn't bother her at all and she
wanted to have sex.

When we got back to the cabin, we peeled off each others dirty clothes 
and went straight to bed.  She let me tease her clit with my tongue for 
long, sweet minutes, her breathing heavy, gasping as she sucked on my cock 
with her mouth.

She was very wet when I entered her, and it felt like we were melting
into each other.  I thrust deeply, slowly, and her fingers raked
across my back and she bit into my neck.

I imagined that she was an innocent virgin and I was forcing myself
on her, forcing her to feel pleasure against her will.

I buried my tongue into her ear, and I felt her rhythmic contractions
around my cock, her arms and legs squeezing me against her, and
I came inside her.

"I love you," I whispered in her ear.

There were tears in her eyes, and she brushed them away, but then
she started crying but trying not to.  I held her tenderly.

"That happens sometimes, and when I do I cry," she said.

She reached for a tissue and blew her nose.  After a while she
stopped crying.

"I'm sorry I couldn't come," she said.

I was stunned.  I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"I'm sorry," she repeated.  She got up to take a bath.



The next time we made love, we were in my apartment in the city.  
We'd just finished eating dinner.  I ate an East African dish
made of raw beef.  She ate dried rice cake and fat free noodles.
We brushed our teeth, flossed, and went to bed.

She pushed my head away when I tried to kiss her clit.  She wanted me to 
enter her immediately.

She was dry and sex was painful for both of us.  I came quickly.

"That's the way I like it," she said.

I woke up in the middle of the night.  She was lying on her back
with her arms folded across her chest.  Her eyes were closed and
she seemed to be asleep.  I was on my side with my arm across her 
protectively.

On impulse, I kissed my fingertip and gently caressed her stomach
with it.  A tear came to my eye, and I brushed it away.

"I love you," she whispered.

Copyright (C) 1998 by TMC.


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