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From: Rod OSteele <rod.osteele@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Foster Home 2 (Mf rom) Rod O'Steele
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Date: Tue, 05 Dec 2006 05:10:02 -0500
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   The author relishes your comments at rod.osteele (at) yahoo (dot) com.
If you like this story, see my other stories at www.asstr.org/~osteele.

   WARNINGS: This story depicts consensual sexual activity between men and
women, or women and women.  Some of the participants in the story may be
under the age of 18.  If you are too young to read about sex please do not
read this.  The law says you teens should remain in ignorance of the thing
you think about the most.



   Foster Home



   Part II





   Mike was a mess the next day having gotten little sleep the night
before. When Caryn came home, he started dinner.  She joined him in the
kitchen.  He was uncomfortable, feeling, as he did, he had spied on a
private moment.  She also seemed uncomfortable.  The silence dragged on.



   Finally, Caryn broke the silence.  "Mike?"



   "Uh, yes sweetie?"



   "Last night," she paused.



   Mike dreaded what was to follow.  He prayed she hadn't heard or seen him
peeking in.  Christ, he would be embarrassed beyond endurance.  He had been
so stupid.



   "I thought I heard my door close before I went to sleep.  I was thinking
about what you said about always telling the truth," she paused again.



   Mike was hoist on his own petard.  He turned, "I have to apologize,
sweetie.  I have no excuse, but I was coming down the hall and I heard
something that made me think you were having a nightmare.  I was worried so
I opened the door just a notch." He blushed recalling what he had heard. 
"Um, once I knew you were okay, I closed it as fast as I could and went to
bed."



   "Then you heard me..."



   `Oh Shit!' Mike said to himself.  "I really really really apologize,
sweetie.  I didn't mean to, I really didn't."



   Caryn was engulfed in teenage embarrassment when he acknowledged hearing
her.  Had he heard her saying his name as she touched herself?  What would
he think of her now?  Caryn buried her face in her hands and started to run
away.  Mike instantly grabbed her putting his arms round her.  She turned
in his arms her back towards him.  "Please don't turn away from me, Caryn.
Please don't turn away.  I love you," he said holding her, trying to
comfort her, and yet feeling like a fool.



   She felt his arms and him turning her back around to hold her next to
his chest.  Then she heard, "I love you." Her breath caught.  Could he feel
the same way?  She pulled her hands from her face and looked up.  His face
was so close to hers, filled with care and love.  Without thought, her face
moved and her lips touched his.



   Mike felt her lips touch his.  His concern vanished with the touch. 
Without thinking he returned the kiss.  Her arms went round him pulling him
to her.  The kiss lingered, drawing them closer, physically, but even more,
emotionally.



   Mike finally pulled back from the kiss, "Oh my." Caryn's face was full
of desire.  "What have we done?" he asked.  "We need to talk."



   "No," she said.  "No, no, no," as she leaned in to kiss him again.



   He held her away.  "Please, my sweet.  Please.  We have to talk."



   Caryn's emotions had been whipsawed, from hope, to embarrassment, to
love in seconds.  She was in no shape to talk.  She needed to feel, to
express, to experience.  Her arms were like a clamp, turn by turn, pulling
Mike back to her.  He resisted but as his lips drew closer he felt his own
will wavering.  Caryn's desire never wavered and it overwhelmed his
wavering will.  Their lips touched again and the electric current ran from
one to the other and back.  Mike's body was alight.  Caryn was in love as
she had never been before, and with the ardor of youthful love, it consumed
her completely.



   She pulled back, her face bright as the morning sun; it nearly burned
his eyes.  "I love you, Mike," she said with her whole being.



   He was stunned.  He had said he loved her, he remembered saying it.  But
he had never rationally considered what his feeling for her was.  It had
just come blurting out.  Mike knew he had a situation.



   "We need to talk," he said.  Caryn smiled and kissed him.  "We still
need to talk," he insisted.  Caryn tried to kiss him again but he dodged.



   She pouted.  "About what?"



   "About us," he said.



   "What is there to talk about?" she asked.



   "Oh, let's see.  Maybe that Deanne is going to kill me," he said.



   "Then don't tell her," Caryn said reasonably.



   Mike reached up and pulled her arms from around his neck, led her to the
table, "Sit while I get dinner."



   Caryn pouted for a second, then smiled, "You said you love me."



   He had to smile at her infectious enthusiasm.  "Yes, I did, didn't I? 
That is something we need to talk about."



   "Why?  Unless you are going to take it back, there's nothing to talk
about," she said accusingly.



   He smiled, "No, I don't think I am going to take it back."



   Caryn nearly melted hearing that.  He wasn't going to take it back.  He
loved her.



   Mike saw the look on her face and he knew that he was now in a serious
situation.  Caryn's face was full of adoration.  He was the responsible
adult here.  He somehow had to get the whole thing under control.



   "Mike, I'm not a little girl.  I'm nearly seventeen," she said.



   "Nearly seventeen?" he asked.



   "Don't you make fun of me.  I'm not a virgin if that's what you're
thinking," she said.



   Mike hadn't been thinking of that at all.  But once she brought it up,
he couldn't get it out of his mind.  It immediately was thrust to the
forefront of his thoughts.  She wasn't a virgin.  "I don't think of you as
a little girl," he said.  She's not a virgin.  "I'm not sure exactly what I
do think," he said.  She's not a virgin.



   "If you love me and I'm not a little girl, then..." Caryn left that
thought hanging in the air like the elephant in the drawing room, it
couldn't be ignored no matter how hard Mike tried.



   Mike looked up from the pan as he continued stirring.  "Yeah, I know. 
What does it mean and what is the right thing to do?" She's not a virgin.



   Caryn started to say something but subsided.  She wanted Mike as her
boyfriend.  She wanted him to hold her and kiss her.  She wanted what she
dreamed about every night now.  She wanted to tell him, `I want to make
love with you,' but she couldn't say it out loud.  "I liked kissing you."



   Caryn had fallen in love with Mike that first night as he held her in
his arms.  It had deepened in the months that followed.  It had bloomed in
his humor and compassion.  It had changed and grown to the love of a woman
for the one special man, as she came to know what a special man he was.  It
was only natural that she felt it in her body and mind, that she wanted him
both body and soul.



   Mike hadn't noticed at first that he was falling in love.  He resisted
and pressed it back into his subconscious.  But he felt it slowly changing
inside him.  As Caryn fell in love with him, he fell in love with her,
their souls vibrating together in some mystical synchronomy.  For him, it
burst into consciousness all at once, whole and complete.  Caryn's words
forced him to acknowledge just how he wanted her, loved her; body and soul.




   As he looked into his own soul, it was like pulling back a blackout
curtain to find the sun pouring in and filling his soul with its golden
radiance.  With that curtain gone, he felt his desire for her burst in him,
like a nova of passion, as Nature intended.  He wanted Caryn as he had not
desired a woman since those first heady days when he fell in love with
Cyndi.  But as Nature intended, this new love wiped from his memory that
old lost love.  He was filled with Caryn.  "I liked kissing you." His only
hope now was that Caryn was too young to know the power over him she now
possessed, because he was lost if she used it.  It took every ounce of his
will to stand still and not run to her and carry her to his bed where he so
desperately wanted to take her.



   Like a bolt, Caryn was out of her chair, her arms around his neck, her
lips on his; as Nature intended.  They kissed, the kiss blending into
another, and another, expressing their passion.  She's not a virgin.  All
Mike could see was the elephant; the drawing room was hidden.  Mike turned
off the fire under his pan as a different fire consumed him.  He lifted her
in his arms, still kissing, as he carried her down the hall and into his
bedroom.



   Caryn was ecstatic.  It was going to happen, just like her dreams.  She
clung to his neck, loving the feel of his strength as he carried her to his
bed.  His bed.  He laid her on his bed.  She felt the softness under her
and pressed back against it, to feel the bed where he lay every night, to
feel like she was part of him by sharing this bed with him.  She looked up
at Mike, filled with love for him.



   She looked so right being there.  She looked up and he felt that same
lightning flash between them.  He ripped off his shirt and joined her on
the bed.  They kissed, slowly this time, lingering and enjoying the
sensuous touch of lips on lips.



   Mike's hand found her full soft breast.  Caryn gasped when his hand
cupped her tit and a burst of pleasure went straight to her loins as his
thumb gently massaged her nipple.  She pressed against his hand wanting
more.



   Mike read the signal.  He pulled away from the kiss.  Caryn looked at
him disappointed.  He smiled as he reached for the hem of her top.  Now she
smiled as she quickly sat up and helped him take her top over her head. 
Her hands went behind and unclasped her bra.  Mike stared at the unveiling
of her tits, full and creamy.  She paused as he stared, a look of praise in
his eyes.



   Then his eyes trailed down to her pants and his hands followed.  Caryn
lay back as Mike undid, then pulled her jeans and panties off.  She lay
before him like a Venus, like Eve in the Garden, the feminine awaiting the
masculine.



   Mike ripped off his jeans and tossed them off the bed.  Now, they were
both as God made them.  No more civilization imposed barriers.  `She's
beautiful,' Mike thought.



   Mike lay down next to her and took her in his arms.  Their bodies molded
together, the heat of their skin burning with their desire, touching from
toe to lips.  He felt his cock burrowing between her legs.  Caryn felt his
hardness between her thighs and rubbed against it, running it along her
cleft.  Their kisses grew wild with their passion.  Caryn pressed her
nipples against his chest.



   His hands grabbed her ass and pulled her hard against him as his hips
humped his cock against her pussy, parting her lips and rubbing her
distended clitoris.  She grew wet.  Mike felt the heat and wetness of her
and it drove him on.  He rolled over on top of her, her thighs parted and
wrapped around him.  "Yes," she moaned.



   His cock found her opening.  He pressed and it flowered open to accept
his cock, wet with his and her arousal.  He pushed and sank into her.  Her
heels pressed on his thighs urging him to take her.  Slowly he worked his
way deeper, filling her until he was completely in her, his body on hers.



   Mike looked down to see Caryn's face...  a mask of lust.  He wanted to
please her but his own body seemed to be burning with a desire which
couldn't be suppressed.  It wanted to explode now, to fill her with his
seed.  He ground down to excite her while not exciting him too much.



   "Yes, yes," Caryn moaned as she matched his movements, her hips rising
to meet his.



   Mike pulled back and sent his cock down into her.  Her hips rose to meet
him again, and again, and again.  He felt his climax right below the
surface.  He fought it back only to feel it coming again.  He fought the
gallant fight, concentrating on pleasing Caryn, the woman he loved.



   Caryn was enveloped in the wonderful feelings of the man she loved
making love to her.  She felt him enter her time and again, taking her
higher and higher, his body against hers, his chest grinding into her hard
nipples, the pleasure flowing from every cell into her center,
concentrating in her loins, until she couldn't contain it anymore, to have
it released as a Nova in her center, then explode outward to her head,
fingers and toes, gasping in rhythm with the waves of her climax, "Oh God,
oh God, oh God..."



   Mike heard Caryn cry out below him and felt her pussy pulse around his
cock.  It was too much sensation and it drew his cum from his balls. 
"Carynnnn..." he cried as he exploded, filling her with great gouts of his
cum, until he was drained of everything except pleasure.



   Caryn felt his cock grow then spurt after spurt of his cum filling her
with its heat.  A second orgasm swept through her.



   Mike collapsed beside Caryn, gasping for breath, touching her, holding
her.



   Caryn rolled to him, wrapping him in her arms.  "I love you."



   "I love you."



   They fell asleep entwined and content.







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