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An old story that I found in an archive.
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-- by Terrence Smythe  /~terrence_smythe 
-- inspired by rosa 
-- Critiqued by Sundance 
-- Proofed by ThanaR...@aol.com 
-- Copyright 1999 
March 7, 1992 
"Do you ever read science fiction, Rosa?" 

"No," the wary fifteen-year-old redhead stated. "Only geeks read that 
stuff, don't they?" 

The stranger, who was easily thirty years old and therefore not to be 
trusted, smiled. "Other people read science fiction too. I was 
hoping that you did, because what I'm about to tell you sounds like something 
from a science fiction novel. You see, Rosa, I am from your future." 

The girl, athletic but petite even for fifteen, looked again at the 
stranger. Not only did she not usually talk to strange men, but this 
man was proving to be much stranger than any she had ever met, and he 
looked at her in a way that made her feel kinda funny. It wasn't a 
leer; she had encountered men who had leered at her before, and she knew to 
steer clear of them. This was a look of affection with a sensual 
element added. It was intriguing, but now she was more than a little scared. 
Someone from her future. Huh! No doubt some idiot's pickup line.  

The man had walked into the fast food place at the mall and sat down 
at her table as if he knew her. And she could tell the world that he 
sure didn't! At least, *she* didn't know *him* at all. She'd never laid 
eyes on him before. And here she was, expecting her boyfriend for 
their secret time together! What would she say if he was still 
here? And today was *The Day* that she was planning to give herself 
to her boyfriend! Surrender her virginity. Do The Deed! She had to get 
rid of this creep. She had just picked a devastatingly smart-assed 
'get rid of the asshole' line when he spoke again. 

"Your boyfriend won't be coming today. I called him and told him you 
wouldn't be able to meet him." 

She stared, terrified. Who was this guy and how did he know about her 
boyfriend? Her parents didn't even know! But even as she stared, 
aghast and afraid, he smiled again. A gentle, humorous smile. 

"I'm sorry, Rosa, to startle you this way. There's just no easy way 
to explain it except to just tell you about it." He paused and sighed. 
"You told me this would be difficult for me, that you would probably 
be too scared to listen to me. So let me tell you a few things about 
yourself that you told me--well, actually, that you will be telling me 
in about seven years. Except, now, I guess you won't have to tell me, 
because we will have already met. Damn, this gets complicated!" He 
laughed softly with chagrin. The girl was starting to edge off of her 
chair. "Please, hear me out. I know it sounds crazy." 

"But Rosa isn't even my name." 

He chuckled softly. "True, Rosanelle. You see, I know your name, but 
it isn't the name you use with me seven years from now. You're a 
writer, and you've adopted a pen name." 

He could see in her eyes that the idea of becoming a writer with a pen 
name appealed to the girl, but she was still obviously scared and 
wary. 

"Let me tell you some information that no one else knows, Rosa. If 
you want me to leave after I've told you those things, I'll just leave. 
Promise. OK? 

"Your favorite author is Hemingway. You love yellow roses. You would 
love to drive a Jeep. You always wear jeans and tennis shoes, but you 
would really like to wear something outrageously sexy." 

She nodded, slowly, reluctantly. As he spoke, she began to try to 
gauge him, to attempt to discover what his game might be, unimpressed 
so far with things that anyone might have heard or even guessed.  

"You would like to be a beautician someday, but your parents want you 
to go to college where your father teaches and to marry well. Your 
parents are very strict and don't allow you to attend dances, but you 
snuck out to one a few months ago and met your boyfriend. Your 
parents don't know about him." 

But his next words shook her so badly she forgot all about thinking 
and just stared in fright. 

"You feel like your parents are suffocating you and that you need to 
experience more of life than they allow." He laughed, softly. "Which 
is something that could be said for everyone your age. I remember it 
well, myself. But you have decided to do something about it. You've 
come here today to meet your boyfriend, a boyfriend your parents don't 
know anything about. You've decided you're ready to experience sex. 
What you don't know is that it will be very painful and not at all 
pleasurable. Not your fault or his; your boyfriend is as scared and 
inexperienced as you are."  

As he related these astonishing facts, he was smiling with warmth and 
obvious affection. The smile was almost as disconcerting as the words 
he spoke, but it reassured and comforted at the same time. The man 
smiled again with that warm, loving look, then continued to tell her 
some of her most private events, thoughts and feelings.  

"Sometimes you watch the sun rise over the horizon, early in the 
morning, and wonder what it would be like to just walk to wherever 
it's shining. But you want to change your name, dye your hair, and wear 
colored contacts so no one can ever recognize you. You probably would 
do that, except you can't stand to hurt your father that badly. 

"When your kitten died last year, you cried for several nights in your 
bed. You never let anyone else see you cry over her, though. 

"When you were twelve, a respected member of your father's church 
caught you alone at your house and kissed you. You were scared and 
afraid no one would believe your word against his, so when he touched 
you and tried to undress you, you stabbed him with your mother's 
sewing scissors, on his right hand which was where it shouldn't have been." 
The man's smile turned a little savage. "Served him right. He had to 
tell his wife he accidentally stabbed himself. He never bothered you 
again. 

"You keep a diary, but no one knows about it. It's hidden under your 
dresser. You must be stronger than you look to lift your dresser 
every time you want to write in your diary! 

"You really only trust your dad--some--and the grandmother you were 
named after, who is the only person you can really confide in. 

"You're concerned that when you let your boyfriend do what he wants to 
do with you this afternoon, that he will tell other people and stop 
liking you." Rosa could read the sadness and regret in his face, and 
wondered at it. 

He had related each item softly and quietly, watching her and giving 
her time to absorb and react. He waited patiently as he watched her 
begin to accept that he knew her most private moments and even her 
thoughts. He watched the conflicting emotions play across her face. 

Finally, reluctantly, Rosa capitulated, a little. 
"OK. OK. You know more about me than anyone else possibly could. I 
still don't believe you're from the future, though. How can I? And 
why are you here; what is it you want?" 

"Today I am here for only one purpose. Well, for two purposes. 

First, to introduce myself and convince you that I am who I claim to be. 

Second, I have a message--from yourself. From your future self." 

"How are you going to convince me you're from the future? And what is 
the message?" 

"I have written down ten things that will happen in the next week. 
Some are personal things that will happen specifically to you; others 
are national and international events. You will know I am from the future when these events 
occur as I have written them. The message is simple: dump your 
boyfriend. He's not the one you want to lose your virginity to. Your 
concerns are well-founded." 

The girl colored with embarrassment, but nodded. "I had wondered," 
she said softly. "OK. I will at least not . . . you know. I'll be 
watching to see that all these events happen as you say they will. 
But what then? Is this it?" 

"No, sweetcheeks." Rosa stiffened at the endearment, not knowing how 
to react. The man smiled again. "That's my love name for you, seven 
years from now. You haven't complained about it, so I suppose you don't mind. But I will be back one more time. Next week. Same time, 
same place. I'll meet you here again and we will have a very special 
evening together." 

The man went on to provide detailed information about how to arrange 
to have the evening free from parental supervision. The details revealed 
more specific knowledge that only Rosa knew--and some ideas that she 
had only hoped might work but she had been afraid to try. 

"But what will happen next week?" 

He reached out and stroked her downy cheek with an affection in his 
eyes that she could read clearly. She was so powerfully attracted by 
the love in his eyes that she closed her eyes and let her face rest in his 
hand. "That will be entirely your decision, Rosa. I will offer you a 
gift; you will decide what to do with it." She felt his lips brush 
her forehead; startled, young Rosa opened her eyes to see . . . nothing. 
The man was gone: he had vanished without a trace. 

March 14, 1992 

It had been a long week. Rosa was still more than a little anxious 
over this meeting with the stranger, and the fact that everything he 
had written had happened didn't help her anxiety much. It did pretty 
much prove that he was from the future, though. No one else could 
have ever guessed that Menachem Begin, Israel's former Prime Minister, 
would be buried on the Mount of Olives on the eleventh, a mere thirteen 
hours after his death. Or that her English test would have included an 
essay question! Her teacher had never done that before. She was the only 
one in the class to do well on the exam, thanks to Terrence's warning. 

His, or rather her own, warning about her boyfriend had certainly 
proven correct. When she had put him off about having sex he had dropped her 
hard, yelling at her and calling her names. She was still angry at his 
callous disregard for her and grateful for the warning. And now it 
was time for the man from the her future to come back. 

She had considered meeting him, briefly. Then she had decided 
absolutely that she was going to stay as far away from the mall as 
possible that day. She would have driven to Texas--or Timbuktu, 
wherever that is--just to prevent this meeting. But she was only 
fifteen and couldn't drive alone, and she didn't think she could ask 
her dad or mom, "Could you drive me out of state so some guy from the 
future won't find me today?" Nope. Wouldn't do. But now that 
the time was approaching she found herself drawn to the mall. Her 
curiosity would not allow her to miss it. It was a public place, 
after all. He couldn't do anything she didn't want him to do in such a 
public place. No, she'd be pretty safe in the mall. People knew her there, 
and she could just scream for help. That would pretty much take care of 
Mister Future. 

Her hands were shaking so violently that she had to shove them deep 
into her jeans pockets. The clothes she had worn today were bulky, 
and the hardest to remove. Paradoxically, she had also worn her sexiest 
panties and bra. She didn't even want to think about why she did 
that. 

As she entered the burger place, she was relieved to find him not 
there. Maybe he wouldn't show. Maybe she had nearly made herself ill 
worrying over nothing. She ordered a Coke so she would feel justified 
in staying and found a table in the back. Her fingers kept twitching 
and fidgeting. She was becoming more and more scared, yet more and 
more disappointed as the minutes passed and he still hadn't arrived. 
She frowned. Someone she didn't want to see again was standing her 
up. 

And she was disappointed. It didn't make sense. Rosa was just about 
to get up and leave when suddenly the air shimmered in front her. It 
was all she could do to keep from screaming as the man just 
materialized before her, that same damned smile on his face! Instead, 
she just stood and stared. 

"Hi, Rosa. Sorry I'm late." 

She didn't know whether to run screaming or--well, she didn't know 
what to do. So she just stood, staring at him. The real 'deer in the 
headlights' syndrome. She didn't even move when he reached and took 
her hand. 

"Sorry to scare you again, Rosa. I know you're really upset and 
scared about the whole situation; you were just telling me, before I left 
your future, that you would be really terrified. You were really proud 
that you did so well last week. And I don't think I'm really helping 
things right now by talking about it this way. So, what do you say we take a 
walk around the mall, just to get to know each other a little?" 

Rosa slowly shook her head. Although she was sure she wanted to say 
"no," her head was shaking "yes." Her hand still in his, they left 
the burger place and walked into the mall. She wondered how she was going 
to explain walking around the mall holding hands with this guy: 
someone was sure to see them. As they walked, silently at first, her mind 
began working again and she began to recover some of her equilibrium. 

Gently pulling her hand from his, she looked up at his face and took a 
quick inventory. He didn't seem dangerous. He had a nice smile and 
an easy laugh that seemed natural and comfortable. He didn't talk like a 
local, so he must be from somewhere else. His clothes were a little 
odd; she couldn't decide whether it was because he was from out of 
town or because he was from the future. In spite of herself, she found she 
was beginning to accept the idea that he might be from the 
future--from her future.  

"How did you feel about your learner's permit test? You did pretty 
well, better than you had expected." 

Rosa swallowed hard. It wasn't one of the things on the list he had 
given her last week. "Oh. OK. Glad, of course." Damn. She still 
couldn't talk straight. How was she going to tell him to leave her 
alone?  

"Excuse me, but what's your name?" The man stopped and stared at 
Rosa, then burst out laughing. "Sorry, sweetcheeks!" She colored again at 
the name. "I'm really sorry. Hi, Rosa." He stuck out his hand with a 
warm smile. She accepted his hand reflexively. "I'm Terrence Smythe. 
You can call me Ter. You do later, anyway. Actually, as far as 
you're concerned, my name is 'your Terrence' since we communicate by e-mail 
and I sign my messages to you that way." 

"My Terrence, huh? I've never had a Terrence before." Rosa smiled, 
mysteriously pleased and more than a little amused. "I've never even 
known a Terrence before, let alone owned one." 

"Oh, you do though, seven years from now. But now you don't have to 
wait seven years, I'm yours now." Terrence reached and took her hand 
again as they started walking again. Rosa didn't mind this time, 
though it still seemed odd. "I'm your biggest fan, sweetheart. I've 
come to know you quite well through your stories and then through our 
correspondence. I've built a website for you and written stories for 
you. I never wrote stories before I met you, Rosa, and I write 
stories only for you, stories about us. You not only own me, you created me, 
in a sense." 

"Why Terrence? What is it that caused you to do that? And what is a website?" 
 
"You are a very special person, Rosa. You're a deep, warm person with 
a very sensuous and adventurous spirit. That's a rare combination and 
it drew me to you from the first story I read. In our relationship, 
as it has developed through our e-mail, you've built on that and added so 
much more to it. The highlight of my day has become the e-mail I get 
from you. I really miss you when you don't write. " 

Rosa smiled, "I'll be more careful in the future--seven years from 
now--to write more regularly." Rosa drew closer to him and placed her 
other hand on his arm, thrilling to the touch. She couldn't believe 
she was being this forward with him at the mall, but she was 
developing a real liking for him and a trust in him. After all, he was hers, 
wasn't he? The idea sent a little thrill through her body. "I'm 
sorry I was so distrustful, Terrence. I had no idea . . ." 

"Of course you didn't." Terrence laughed. "A total stranger announced 
he's from your future. It's not an everyday event. I'm guessing 
that's why you're dressed that way; it's not the way you were dressed 
last week." 

Rosa blushed a little. "Yeah, I was playing it safe. I wanted to play it safe." 

Terrence stopped suddenly, his face showing concern and 
regret. "I'm really sorry, Rosa. I didn't want to scare you. And I 
certainly wouldn't do anything against your will. I'm hoping for a 
long, long relationship with you. Years and years together and--well, 
mutual enjoyment." Rosa was pretty well tuned in to him by now and 
could see the effect her statement had had on him. It melted her to 
see how much he cared for her. She reached out and placed a hand on 
his chest as she looked up into his light blue eyes. 

"It's OK now, Ter. I believe you. Please don't feel bad." She kept 
looking into his eyes until he finally couldn't resist anymore and, 
leaning down to her, kissed her gently. Rosa blushed again, 
incredulous that she was feeling this for him and that he had kissed 
her in public. Rosa quickly glanced around to see if anyone had seen 
them and found that someone had indeed: one of the nosiest women in 
her Dad's church, and a vicious gossip. Well, might as well go for broke, 
she thought, turning back to Terrence and kissing him more forcefully. 
Ending the kiss, she turned back to the gossip and gave her an arch 
smile. "That'll give her something to talk about!" she told Terrence. 
Laughing, she took his arm and they continued walking the mall until 
they came to a clothing store. 

"My Rosa, seven years from now, loves shopping for clothes. How about 
it, Rosa, shall we go shopping?" Rosa looked again at his face, 
stunned by the idea. But she soon warmed to it and pulled him into 
the store, laughing. 

"OK. You're on!" 

For the next two hours Rosa tried on outfit after outfit, modeling 
them for Terrence as he sat and enjoyed the show. Soon Rosa began trying 
on outfits that were more and more revealing, clothes that she had never 
even considered wearing before. And Terrence clearly liked them. She 
became more and more flirtatious with him and discovered that she 
really enjoyed being with him. She was being more open and 
comfortable with him than she had ever been with a man--or boy. Finally she had 
tried every outfit that the store had that fit her, or almost fit her. 
Some of the skirts had been scandalously short, the blouses 
breathtakingly formfitting. Outfits and ensembles lay everywhere, 
hung over all the furnishings. They had truly exhausted all the 
possibilities.  

"Well, Rosa. Which were your favorites?" Rosa quickly picked out 
five outfits that had been the hottest of the bunch. Terrence cast a 
critical eye over the five, holding each up to her and evaluating the 
effect. Finally he handed one to her. "What do you think? Would you 
like to wear this one tonight?" 

"Sure, Terrence. Are you sure you want to do this?" 

Terrence loved the glow this girl had when she was shopping! The 
shopping experience had been wonderful. It would be great to see her 
wearing the skimpy outfit. "Yeah, Rosa. I'm sure. But you'll need 
these too." He grinned, lifting a tiny pair of panties and matching 
bra on one finger. Rosa turned the deepest red he had seen yet; it 
worked well with her red hair. She looked at him, reminded again that 
he had traveled through time for one purpose: to take her virginity. 

An hour or two ago, she would not have considered it. But no one else 
had ever shown such a passionate and tender regard for her. A week 
ago she had been excited about experiencing physical love for the first 
time with a boy; now she was experiencing much stronger feelings for 
this man. He could see the conflicting emotions in her face. 
Suddenly, her young face took on a sultry look beyond her years. 
"You're a bad man, Terrence. I suppose you'll want to check the fit 
on those too."  

Terrence's eyes flashed the first hint of lust that Rosa had seen in 
him. She could tell that she had struck home. And she liked it. She 
was trembling with a sudden and powerful mixture of fear and passion. 
Her hands were actually shaking as they took the flimsy garments from 
his finger. She pushed herself up close to him and, using the hand 
holding the undergarments to pull his face down to hers, kissed him, 
running her tongue across his lips, then thrust between them to meet 
his tongue for a brief but thrilling moment. He could barely hear her 
whisper, "Come back to the dressing room in just a minute, Terrence. 
I'll be waiting." 

Now it was Terrence's turn to tremble. He should have guessed that, 
even at fifteen, Rosa would be more than equal to the occasion. Now 
she had turned the tables on him and taken the initiative. She had 
suddenly taken the ball and was running with it. Terrence waited a 
couple of minutes, mostly to take the clothes to the counter so the 
clerk would be kept busy ringing them up, and then slipped quietly 
into the back room. There were four dressing rooms: only one had the door 
closed.  

As he opened the door and stepped into the tiny cubicle, he could see 
her standing with her back to him. She was wearing only the minuscule 
bikini panties and the lacy bra. Most of her gorgeous butt was 
exposed. His eye followed the line of her graceful neck to her strong 
back, down to her slender waist and down her ass cheeks to her strong, 
shapely legs. He softly whistled. "Sweetcheeks. You're even 
lovelier than I had expected." 

Rosa turned her head to make eye contact with him. He was torn 
between the depths of her gaze and the trim body she was revealing as she 
slowly turned to face him. She could see his eyes flick between her 
eyes and her body. It made her proud that she could attract him so 
powerfully. She reached out and took his hand, looking even more 
intently into his eyes. Softly, her voice resonating with passion, 
she said "See how they fit, Ter? See how the panties ride up on my butt?" 
She drew his hand to her ass and pulled it across the pantyline, then 
across a firm, well-formed cheek. He tenderly traced the valley 
between those sweet cheeks, feeling for the first time the source of 
his pet name for her. Rosa trembled, thrilling at the intimate touch. 
She gently, hesitantly took his other hand and brought it to her 
breast. 

"See how the bra cup lifts me--for your touch," she whispered as she 
rested his palm on the upper slope of her breast, then across that 
tender valley to the other breast. He couldn't resist the temptation 
and slipped his hand down to cup the underside and squeeze gently. 
Rosa closed her eyes and moaned. As Terrence slipped his left hand 
under the tiny panties to cover her butt with his hand, his right 
thumb and forefinger surrounded a hardening nipple. Rosa gasped at the 
sensation of his hand on her butt and raised her face, mouth already 
opening slightly as Terrence's lips met hers. Terrence squeezed that 
nipple hard causing Rosa to moan into his mouth, then moved to the 
other nipple as he caressed her firm cheeks. The kiss continued until 
finally Terrence broke it, pulling her to him tightly. 

"Rosa, this is *not* where I had in mind."  

"Then you'd better take me somewhere else soon; I can't wait much 
longer," Rosa panted before dragging his face back to hers to continue 
the kiss. 

Rosa was his passion; he had fantasized endlessly about taking her, 
and now it seemed that it was going to happen. The fact that he was 
taking her virginity as a fifteen-year-old added a twisted and incredibly 
erotic aspect to the situation. But now he had to get a wildly turned 
on fifteen-year old out of the mall and into the hotel room he had 
rented. He grinned as he continued kissing her, thinking it wasn't 
such a bad problem to have. 

Finally, he was able to extricate himself from her embrace and grab 
the tags to the sexy undergarments as he stepped out the door. "Dress 
quickly and we'll go somewhere more private, Rosa. I'll be at the 
counter." 

Terrence strode to the counter and presented the tags to the wryly 
smiling young woman at the register. He had just taken the clothes in 
the shopping bag when Rosa slipped an arm around him, directing a 
dazzling smile at the questioning look from the clerk. "What's in the 
bag, Terrence?" 

"The other four . . ." he started to respond, but was cutoff by Rosa's 
sudden exclamation of delight as she grabbed his head and pulled him 
down for another kiss, to the startled amusement of the brunette 
behind the counter. 

"Thank you, Terrence. Are we going now?" Rosa started walking to the 
door, her arm still around Terrence. She was feeling more confidence, 
assertiveness, and urgency than she had ever known. Terrence grinned 
at her and put an arm around her shoulder, drawing her close as they 
continued walking. He steered her to the exit door on the right and 
they climbed into the cab sitting at the curb. 

The driver's anger was apparent. "I've been waiting here for over an 
hour.  That's on the meter." Terrence smiled at him and passed him a hundred 
dollar bill, immediately transforming driver's anger into a pleased grin. 
"Sorry for the wait." Terrence grinned back. "Please take us to the 
Royal Inn." 

Rosa snuggled close to Terrence as his arm went around her again. It 
was a short drive to the hotel, but it seemed to take forever as they 
were both eager to continue. Rosa's hands roamed over Terrence's arms 
and over his chest as they talked quietly, sharing an occasional light 
kiss. 

Finally, they arrived at the hotel and paid for the cab. Rosa 
felt very conflicted about going to Terrence's hotel room. She was 
certainly eager to continue, but going to a hotel room seemed so . . . 
cold, somehow. It dampened her ardor and she was quiet as they walked 
down the hall. Somehow Terrence had already checked into the room, so 
at least she was spared the embarrassment of standing with him while 
they checked in. Stopping in front of a room door, Terrence turned to 
her and looked deeply into her eyes. He saw her growing reluctance 
and discomfort there and understood; he would have preferred some other 
venue as well. He had made certain preparations to soften the hotel 
room atmosphere; however, he now decided against picking her up and 
carrying her over the threshold, as he had hoped to do. In fact, he 
could see that she wasn't ready, despite her earlier apparent 
enthusiasm. He took her small face into his hands and gently, 
tenderly kissed her closed lips.  

"I love you, Rosa. I want you to be happy. If you choose to leave 
now, I'll understand." 

She looked up into his eyes and felt his openness, his tenderness, and 
his love. The doubt and discomfort faded slowly as she continued 
gazing at him and she felt her pulse quickening as her heart accepted 
him. She reached up and returned his tender kiss, opening her mouth 
to accept his tongue.  

"I don't want to leave, Terrence, but I'm not ready to jump into bed 
with you yet, either. Can we just talk for a while?" 

Terrence smiled tenderly. "I'd love to talk with you, Rosa. Come in 
and we'll sit down." Terrence opened the door and ushered Rosa in. 
She stopped just inside the door and looked at the room. Vases of 
roses, mostly yellow with some white and a few pinkish reds, filled 
every corner of the room. Rose petals had been strewn over the pale 
yellow satin sheets. Soft music played from a stereo in the corner. 
A champagne bucket proffered a chilled bottle. The lighting was soft 
and warm. Terrence had even shielded the usual ugly hotel drapes with a 
beautiful Japanese screen. A large painting of her hung on the wall 
to the right of the bed. 

Rosa's heart melted as she put her arms around Terrence and rested her 
head on his chest, looking at every detail in the room. As his arms 
surrounded her, she sighed and closed her eyes, feeling his warmth and 
hearing his heart beat within his chest. 

"Thank you, Terrence. It's so beautiful and you've put so much effort 
into this. I'm just blown away. And the painting! How-- What-- 
Where did you get that?" 

"I had an artist paint it from the pictures you sent me. But if 
you'll allow me to take some pictures of you, I'd like to have another done 
of you. The pictures you sent me just don't do you justice." 

"So that's what I look like in seven years, huh? I was kinda hoping for bigger tits." 

Terrence laughed, "Leave it to a woman to be critical about herself. 
As you can see, you are quite lovely. And I love your breasts they 
way they are, although I've never seen them and only know that they are B 
cup. They are the right size for you, Rosa, and I like small-breasted 
women. There's something so incredibly erotic about small breasts 
that I just really love." Terrence hugged her closer. "And from what I've 
felt and seen of your breasts, they are marvelous. I love what I have 
seen so far." 

A little uncomfortable about discussing her breasts, Rosa stepped back 
from Terrence and removed a yellow rose from a vase, savoring the 
silky texture of the petals and the light but thrilling scent. "Could I 
have a glass of champagne, Terrence?" 

"Certainly." As he began the process of removing the cork, Terrence 
asked Rosa if she would like to try on the other outfits again. Rosa 
was excited again as she remembered the clothes they had purchased. 
She took the shopping bag into the bathroom and emerged a short time 
later wearing the slinkiest garment she had purchased. Taking the 
champagne flute from him, she sipped her first taste of champagne, 
giggling at the tickle it gave her nose. She walked over to the 
stereo and looked at the selection of CDs. Choosing a soft blues album, she 
put it on and stood listening to the rich, sensuous tones. 

"Would you like to dance, Rosa?" As she turned, Terrence took her 
into his arms and smiled at the soft, peaceful smile he saw on her face. 
They danced together, moving together easily and harmoniously in the 
spacious room. 

"Why did you come back into time for me, Terrence?" 

"I care very much for you, Rosa. I once asked you about your first 
experiences with sex; your answer saddened me. It was not a good 
first experience, Rosa, and you deserve much better. So I determined to 
make it right for you, to try to give you a wonderful first experience. I 
guess it was selfishness on my part, though, that I came myself. I 
could have sent someone else more dashing, more romantic, more perfect 
to be your first. But I don't think anyone else could have loved you 
more." 

"I'm glad you came, Terrence. I wouldn't have wanted you to send 
someone else." Rosa's face rose to Terrence's for a soft, gentle 
kiss--an exchange of caresses with their tongues as they continued 
dancing. As the kiss ended, Rosa asked Terrence, "And your first 
experience, Terrence. Was it good?" 

Terrence thought for a moment. "Yes, it was good. It was friendly 
sex. She was a friend I had known for about a year. We had kissed 
and fooled around a little, but weren't romantically connected. We just 
liked kissing and fooling around. One day she called while I was home 
alone for the day. She got a ride to my house and we played pool for 
a while. We got started kissing and fooling around and we ended up 
having sex on the built-in benches in the pool room. It was fun and 
easy. We still weren't romantic about it. I moved shortly afterward; 
we got together every now and then for the next two years and usually 
had sex when we did. So, yeah, it was good." 

"How come you didn't say it was great? Why just good?" 

"For me, great sex requires some romance, some emotional passion. Sex 
is as much mental and emotional as it is physical. I've had friendly 
sex and I've had sex with strangers. And each would have been 
described physically as very good and satisfying. But I always felt 
that there was something fundamental and crucial that was missing in 
those cases." Terrence grinned. "Admittedly, I am a man and I can 
become romantic and emotionally involved at the drop of a hat. And 
I've had some great romantic, emotionally involved sex shortly after 
meeting someone. But on those occasions where I had sex without the 
emotional involvement, it just never rose to greatness." 

Blushing, Rosa looked into his eyes, "I believe I understand that now, 
Terrence. It feels so right to be with you. I feel so much more for 
you than I did for my boyfriend, even though we haven't really spent 
much time together. But have you thought about how I might feel about 
you taking my virginity and then just disappearing again?" 

"Yes, I have thought of it. It may be difficult for you, and if it is 
I'll be very sorry. It wasn't my intention to replace one bad 
situation with another. I'm hoping that the unusual circumstances 
will leave you with a warm, fuzzy glow about it. That the experience will 
be wonderful and that you can accept it as a once-in-a-lifetime event. 

"How will it affect our future relationship, Terrence?" 

"I don't know, Rosa. This could change the way your future unfolds; 
it's possible that our paths won't meet again. Although you know now 
that I will be on the Internet in seven years, you may not publish the 
stories that attracted me to you and caused us to connect. This time 
travel stuff is very weird and impossible to understand. I tried to 
reason it out once and just got a headache." 

Rosa laughed and drew him down for another kiss, this one longer, 
deeper, and more passionate. Releasing him she snuggled close to him 
and moved her arms over his back, reveling in the sensation of 
stroking him and feeling him close. She sighed again. "Terrence?" 

"Yes, sweetcheeks" 

"I want to make sure that I find you later. I don't want to let you 
go. Can you tell me how to find you when it's time?" 

"Yes, darling. I'll give you the information you need so you can find 
me regardless of what else happens. I don't want to let you go, either." 

"Terrence?" 

"Yes." 

"Will you make love to me now? I'm as ready as I'll ever be."  

Terrence bent and kissed her deeply, passionately, slowly moving his 
hands over her back and her sweet little butt. When he sensed her 
breathing become deeper he pulled back a little and continued the kiss 
while he stroked her breasts and flat stomach and finally cupped her 
mound in his hand. He could feel her moist heat through the sexy 
panties and slinky dress. He removed her dress, leaving her in 
panties and shoes. She hadn't worn a bra with this dress. Rosa watched his 
eyes as he hungrily took in the sight of which he had dreamt for so 
long. He cupped her breasts and took one nipple into his mouth, 
feeling it become even more erect and stiff, then moved to the other 
nipple. Rosa closed her eyes, savoring the sensation of having her 
nipples licked, sucked and lightly bitten. It was better than she had 
ever imagined. 

She opened her eyes again to watch Terrence as he went to his knees 
before her and looked up into her eyes as he grasped her panties and 
started sliding them down her legs. He reached around to grasp a 
butt-cheek in each hand and lowered his mouth to her mound. She 
watched in amazement as his tongue tenderly traced the edge of each 
labial lip, a moan escaping her parted lips. Terrence then stood and 
gathered her into his arms, lifting her off her feet and cradling her 
to him as he kissed her again, passionately, hungrily. She responded, 
her passions having reached a level she had never known before. Their 
lips parted, each tongue still reaching for the other's, as he gently 
laid her full length on the bed, crushing the yellow rose petals 
against the silky satin sheets. Her body thrilled to the sensations 
of the softness, the silkiness against her back.  

She watched as Terrence removed his shirt, and then his pants. She 
giggled at his boxer shorts but suddenly held her breath in 
anticipation as he lowered them to reveal his erection. Glancing up 
at him, she reached out and touched him, then took him in hand. Drawing 
on the hard evidence of his passion gently and blushing madly, she 
pulled him to her. She moved to her side as he laid down beside her, 
each sliding hands over the other's body, testing and exploring the 
flesh. She pushed a hand across the light fur on his chest, stopping 
to tease and pinch the tiny nipples, watching them become erect. He 
cupped a firm, beautiful asscheek in one hand and a rounded breast in 
the other and slowly moved his erection through her lightly clasped 
hand. They explored each other, murmuring approval and suggestions to 
each other, each periodically looking into the other's eyes and 
kissing. They took turns tasting each other, twisting and turning to 
bring their mouths to different parts of their bodies with breathless 
moans while Rosa continued to hold and stroke his stiffness in one hot 
hand.  

Their passion at a fevered pitch, Terrence reluctantly removed himself 
from her grasp and moved down her body to kneel on the floor between 
her legs. Cupping her ass with both hands, he pressed a tender kiss 
through her thin red hair to her already moist lovenest, then slipped 
his tongue over the ridges of her lips. She was wet with excitement 
and the lips were slightly separated in passion. He ran just the tip 
of his tongue through the furrow between the lips, barely touching 
each lip. Rosa tensed and moaned in response. Parting the lips with his 
tongue, he moved through the furrow again, touching her deeper and 
running across just the inner portion of each lip. Now he pushed the 
tip deep between the lips and lightly touched the bottom of her furrow 
as he moved downward, finally pushing into her and tasting the juices 
gathering there. Using a broad, relaxed tongue, he moved from the 
very bottom of her labia to the very top, letting his tongue wash between 
the lips. Again and again, as rosa's hips turned and lifted, he 
licked and probed and sucked at her, occasionally flicking her clit.  
As she neared orgasm, he began earnestly tongue-fucking her opening, 
driving as deeply into her on each stroke as he could and finally 
finding the evidence of her maiden barrier. Sensing that she couldn't 
wait any longer, he moved up and took her erect clitoris into his lips 
and suckled at it, driving her over the edge as her thighs gripped his 
head and her hips bucked up at him. He tenderly laved her sex, 
occasionally kissing her extremely sensitive clit and causing her to 
jerk, as she panted and moaned in the orgasm's aftermath. He reached 
up and took one of her hands in his and just held it as she grasped 
his hand. She pulled up on it and he rose over her, pulling her onto her 
side and into his embrace. 

"Oh, Terrence . . . that was wonderful!" Rosa wasn't able to speak 
much yet as she labored to breathe. Terrence kissed her; she was 
reluctant to taste herself on him but, discovering the taste to be 
pleasant, she returned the kiss with warmth and affection, too 
satiated for passion. Rosa threw an arm around Terrence and snuggled close to 
him as he stroked her body tenderly. Murmuring quiet endearments with 
frequent sighs, Rosa and Terrence cuddled until Rosa finally had 
recovered and was ready for more. Terrence got up and returned with 
more champagne. After Rosa had quenched her thirst and wrinkled her 
nose at the strange taste, Terrence grinned at her and dribbled 
champagne over her twisting breasts, torso and pubic patch. 

"Hey! That's cold!" Rosa protested, punching his chest with mock anger. 

"Really? I'm planning on using it to warm you up again." Terrence 
responded, bending to slurp champagne from her breast. Raising 
himself to kiss her lips, he shared the champagne and then returned to the 
other breast. Slowly, methodically, with kisses, nibbles, and little 
slurps, Terrence drank the champagne from his favorite receptacle as 
he worked his way down her body. By the time he had reached her puss, 
she was quite warm again and he savored the fragrance of her arousal. He 
had just finished removing the last traces of champagne from her 
labial lips when Rosa sat up and pushed him onto his back. 

"It's my turn now." She smiled tentatively at him as she poured 
champagne liberally over his cock. "But I'm new at this, so please 
let me know if I do something wrong." 

Terrence gasped at the coldness and said, "Just enjoy yourself and 
you'll be fine. It's all about having fun and giving pleasure. I'll 
let you know anything else you might need to know. Just be careful of 
using teeth, sweetheart." 

Rosa glanced once more into his eyes for assurance and then studied 
the prick she held in her hand. The cold champagne had knocked the 
stiffness out of the erection, which made it smaller and a little less 
intimidating. Looking past the cock into his eyes, she kissed the 
head and then drew back. Steeling herself, she kissed it again, then let 
the head slip into her mouth just a little, sucking lightly. Of 
course, she tasted only champagne. She continued to suckle on the 
head, feeling it expand and grow in her mouth as his erection 
returned. She wasn't quite sure what else to do. 

"Take as much as you can into your mouth, sweetheart. Then let it out 
again." Terrence suggested quietly. Still looking into his eyes, she 
pushed down, allowing more and more of the shaft to slide into her 
mouth until she felt the head bump against the back of her throat, 
tickling a bit. She then drew back, allowing the shaft and then the 
head to emerge again. She licked her lips and smiled more confidently 
at Terrence before taking him deep into her mouth again. Terrence 
moaned his approval. She thrilled to the mental picture of her small 
face taking his cock into her mouth as she gazed deeply into his eyes. 
She continued to push her face up and down his shaft. 

Rosa was enjoying the sensation of having Terrence in her mouth. She 
had done it to please him and to repay him for the pleasure he had 
given her with his mouth and tongue; she had not anticipated that it 
would be so pleasurable. She began to try different techniques with 
sucking and using her tongue, which was driving Terrence wild. He was 
anxiously trying to stave off orgasm, but he had been turned on ever 
since Rosa had been trying on clothes in the shop, and he wasn't able 
to wait any longer. 

"Rosa, I'm going to come," he warned. 

"Go ahead, Ter darling. I'm ready. Come for me, baby!" 

The petite teenager felt so daring, so mature, to be drinking him 
down. She felt him harden even further and then jump in her mouth, spurting 
his sticky fluid deep into her mouth. She found the consistency and 
taste a little too unusual for her uninitiated taste and removed the 
shaft and head from her mouth. As she was doing so, one more spurt 
landed on her tongue but then two more landed on her face. She found 
herself with a mouthful, a string down the side of her nose and 
another on her chin. As she was considering the situation, one more spurt 
erupted and landed on her breast and nipple. Terrence could she that 
she didn't know what to do about the situation; he quietly advised her 
that she could either swallow or go spit it out into the sink. Again, 
considering that Terrence would probably prefer that she swallow, she 
swallowed. And swallowed again until it was mostly gone. Terrence 
handed her another glass of champagne with a grin. 

"Here. Wash it down, sweetheart. Believe it or not, you've told me 
that one of your favorite things is a 'pearl necklace,' which is what 
you're now wearing on your face and breast. But I can understand that 
your first experience may not be so thrilling." 

"That's my favorite, huh? Well, it is kinda exciting. Sucking you 
was a lot more fun than I expected. Everyone always talks like it's 
something you have to do but don't really like doing. I'm just not 
sure about tasting it and wearing it." 

"Well, I don't have any experience on that side of things. Learning 
to give oral sex to a woman was similar, I guess; it didn't all seem 
wonderful at first, but I came to enjoy it in time." As he spoke, 
Terrence got up and prepared a warm, wet washcloth and then lovingly 
cleaned her with it, removing all traces of his sperm. "The important 
thing is that you enjoy it." 

"Oh, I enjoyed it OK. I'd like to try it again with you, but not 
until after we, uh, you know." 

Terrence grinned at her impatience as he lay back down beside her. 
"Actually, you can do that now to help me get hard again. You took 
quite a lot out of me, sweetcheeks, and I'll need some help 
recovering." Rosa flashed a smile at him and moved back down to his 
cock. Terrence took one of Rosa's legs and positioned her on top of 
him so that she was lying on him with his cock in her face and her 
puss in his face. Positioning a pillow behind his head, he then began 
lightly tracing her pussy lips with his tongue as he stroked her back 
and buttocks. Rosa murmured her appreciation and then enveloped his 
flaccid cock, taking it all the way into her mouth. As they each 
worked to please the other and enjoyed the sensations, Terrence's 
erection slowly returned. Rosa began slurping her way up and down 
Terrence's staff as Terrence focused on alternately tongue-fucking her 
and teasing the rapidly hardening nubbin of pleasure. Finally 
Terrence was at full hardness and Rosa's juices were flowing copiously, 
signaling her readiness. Terrence pulled Rosa away from his cock and 
positioned her so that she was sitting on top of him. 

"It might be best if you were on top your first time, so you can 
control the situation, Rosa." She smiled lustily but shook her head. 
"No, Terrence. The first time I want to feel your weight on top of 
me. It's just the way I want it to feel my first time." Rosa slid down 
beside Terrence and, wrapping her arms around his head, kissed him 
deeply and passionately. Terrence traced the contour of her face as 
they kissed, then moved his hands slowly down her body. He stopped 
and caressed her breasts, finally stroking and then pinching her nipples. 
Onward his hand traveled over her firm, flat stomach, and over her 
firm ass. Grasping himself, he placed the shaft of his cock between the 
well-lubricated lips of her quim and began moving back and forth along 
the length of her furrow.  

As she coated his hardness with her juices, the friction was bringing 
her close to orgasm. He turned Rosa onto her back and let himself 
settle onto her small frame, his cock again sliding between her lips. 
Terrence continued sawing his erection through her labial valley until 
she broke the kiss and, gasping for air, began her orgasm. Then 
Terrence placed the head of his cock against her vaginal opening and 
slowly, smoothly pressed himself into her. He felt her maidenhead 
obstructing the path, but Rosa suddenly gasped and drove her hips up 
against him, forcing him past the barrier with a small gasp. A tear appeared at Rosa's 
eye and a tremulous smile on her lips. Terrence kissed the tear away 
as he pushed the remaining distance. He was fully ensconced within 
her; she was completely penetrated. Terrence held himself still, 
willing himself not to move until she had adjusted. Rosa kissed him 
and dazzled him with her smile, then pushed against him with her hips, 
signaling her readiness to continue.  

Slowly Terrence pulled his cock out of her channel, watching her face 
carefully for her reaction. She bit her lower lip, but smiled 
encouragingly. Slowly Terrence pressed again, feeling her open before 
him, still tight, still resisting the intrusion. Rosa began moving 
her hips to rush him onward; her orgasm had been delayed, but she was now 
working back toward it after the pain of penetration. 

The pain was gone now, banished by the new pleasure that was growing in her nether 
parts. Only occasionally was there a slight twinge, but it added to 
her excitement rather than detracted from it. This was the first 
time; the slight, occasional pain would add a once-only spice to the event. 
Terrence was still stroking her at an even pace, moving his hips to 
touch her fully, to inspire sensation in every part of her. Rosa now 
began frantically pushing her hips into Terrence, straining for orgasm 
as he read the signals and began a new, hard, fast pace that would 
bring completion for them both. Rosa was gasping now and growling in 
her efforts to come; Terrence began moaning and straining. Suddenly, 
Rosa stiffened. Terrence continued pounding into her puss, driving 
deeper and harder as she began coming. Then Rosa's eyes opened wide, 
her hands grabbed Terrence's forearms in a tight grip, and Terrence 
groaned in orgasm, filling her with semen.  

Rosa's previously untried channel transmitted to her the sensations of 
hot, wet spurts, finally pushing her into the last stages of her 
orgasm. Terrence managed to roll to the side, bringing Rosa with him. 
He was stilled buried deep within her as they gasped and struggled to 
breathe. Rosa's face glowed with a huge smile as she pulled her face 
to Terrence's and tried to kiss him through their labored breathing. 
Terrence drew her tightly into his embrace and they lay close 
together, whispering endearments and chortling softly. 

Several minutes passed as they lay together, basking in the intimacy, 
smooching tenderly. It was nearly a half-hour later when Rosa sat up 
and announced, "Terrence, I'm hungry!" 

Terrence laughed and pulled her down for another kiss. "Great sex 
always makes people hungry. I brought along a dinner for us to share. 
I'll go get it." 

Terrence got up, slowly, and walked to the dresser. Opening the top 
drawer, he removed plates, silverware, cups and napkins. He laid them 
on the bed, and then opened the second drawer to remove containers of 
food. The drawer had been lined with blue ice containers to keep the 
food cold. Opening each container and serving onto the plates, 
Terrence served up a cold gourmet dinner with an excellent Semillon. 
Rosa smiled at the label that pronounced a vintage five years in the 
future. "I guess we'll definitely be the first to taste this wine!" 
she laughed. Terrence looked at the label and grinned at Rosa. "We've 
definitely tasted this wine before its time!" 

Rosa groaned and slapped an asparagus on his chest in retaliation for 
the terrible joke. Terrence cocked an eye at her, looked at his plate 
and back at her, smiling. "No. No. No. No," Rosa was saying as 
Terrence lifted an especially gooey concoction and rubbed it onto her 
right breast. From there it degenerated into an all-out food fight 
until all the food had been distributed onto their bodies. Terrence 
smirked at Rosa and leaned over, careful not to let any food drop from 
his body onto the bed, and nibbled a bit of dinner from her tit. The 
next fifteen minutes were spent laughingly trying to position 
themselves to eat off of each other without dropping any food. 

Finally most of the food was gone, but both were smeared with food from cock 
to eyebrow and puss to hairline.  

Terrence carefully rose from the bed and lifted Rosa into his arms. 
Carrying her into the bathroom, he deposited her in the shower and 
then stepped in with her. He managed to adjust the water temperature 
without splashing hot or cold water on them, and finally they were 
able to stand under the warm shower. Each lathered the other up and washed 
all traces of food from the other until they were clean again. Then 
Terrence again lathered Rosa up and positioned her with her back to 
him. He pulled her close and slowly, sensuously soaped her body, 
paying special attention to her breasts and nipples. As he lathered 
her front, he slipped his hardening cock between her ass cheeks, 
pushing his cock between her legs. Rosa delightedly began lathering 
his cock as Terrence slowly slid it firmly under her pussy; it 
appeared that Rosa had a cock that kept growing, then shrinking back into her. 
Rosa wasn't sure whether to laugh or-- She was becoming very hot and 
turned on. Finally Rosa leaned forward from the hips and, after 
washing all the soap from his cock and her pubic region, positioned 
his now fully erect cock against her well-lubricated cunt.
 
Terrence pushed steadily into her, holding her hips. She was tight. 
Terrence was reminded that she was only fifteen as well as petite. It 
was wonderful to press into her tightness, with Rosa straining to push 
back against him. He was about halfway in when he started pulling out 
again, still slowly, savoring the sensation. Rosa moaned as she felt 
him withdrawing but then encouraging him on as she felt him pressing 
back into her again. This time he went further before pulling out and 
then pressing in again. Finally, on the fifth attempt, Terrence felt 
their pubic regions meet, signaling complete penetration. Easier now 
and faster, Terrence was able to plumb her depths at each thrust, each 
progression fully penetrating. Terrence reached around Rosa's hip to 
finger her clit, teasing and manipulating it until finally he felt her 
contract around his cock and he heard her gasp and cry into orgasm.  
Frustrated at the minimal contact he had with Rosa, Terrence pulled 
out in spite of her protest and turned her around. Pulling her close for 
a deep, passionate kiss, Terrence repenetrated her previously virgin 
puss, lifting her onto his cock and into his arms. Rosa wrapped her 
legs around him, feeling for the first time the sensation of being 
penetrated and suspended on that penetration. With a half-laugh, 
half-gasp, Rosa wrapped her arms around Terrence's head and began 
lifting and dropping herself on his hardness as she engulfed him in a 
tempestuously passionate kiss. On and on they pushed and pulled as 
they sought satisfaction. Terrence was nearly ready, but Rosa still 
labored as he slid a hand under her butt and began massaging her 
asshole. Rosa gasped her surprise, but pushed back against the finger 
and groaned in orgasm as the double penetration pushed her over the 
edge and into the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. The 
contractions of her channel pushed Terrence into his orgasm as well. 
Terrence turned and placed his back to the shower wall, then slid down 
it until he was sitting on the shower floor. Rosa was still sitting 
on his prick. They held each other close and enjoyed the warm water 
showering on them as they peacefully recovered, tenderly stroking and 
kissing each other. 

Eventually, Terrence recovered enough to turn off the shower. Lifting 
Rosa, who was spent and exhausted, he dried her back with the towel, 
took her into the room, and laid her on the bed. He then dried the 
rest of her, tenderly, lovingly, trying to memorize every detail of 
her. After drying himself, he slipped onto the bed with her and 
covered them both with a light, soft blanket. He held her in his arms 
as she sank into sleep. 

"Terrence," she murmured softly. "Terrence, you won't be here when I 
wake up, will you?" 

"No, darling. I won't." 

"Thank you, Terrence, for loving me enough to do this for me. I'll 
always rememb--" 

Rosa slept. Terrence cradled her in his arms, stroking her face and 
hair, and wept. 

Hours later, Rosa woke to an empty room. She panicked for a moment, 
thinking Terrence had forgotten to tell her how to find him. Then she 
saw the letter. 

"Dearest Rosa," it read. "Some time ago, I decided that I wanted to 
do whatever I could to change your life in a special way. It required 
literally moving heaven and earth to accomplish, but I wanted to make 
your first experience in love a positive one, instead of a terribly 
negative one. I never dreamed that my heart would be touched in such 
a profound way as well. I hope this was a better way for you to become 
a woman. This has been the most incredible experience of my life. 
Thank you for your bravery and your openness. Words fail me now. I have 
been staring at this piece of paper, and watching you sleep, for the 
last hour. I love you, dear Rosa. Please take care of yourself--which 
reminds me: a friend at school will present an opportunity to explore 
sex with her; don't do it. She isn't the right one either. I hope I 
have helped and not hurt; I would do anything to be with you, but it 
just isn't possible. I hope to hear from you in another seven years. 
Love, your Terrence" 

P.S. you will find me on the Internet in seven years. My e-mail is 
terrence_smy...@hotmail.com. If you have written stories on the 
Internet, I will probably find you myself; that is how we first met. 
Then, when I ask you about your first sexual experience, you can 
really blow me away. <grin> 

January 17, 1999 

Hurrying in from the green Wrangler, Rosa quickly flipped on the 
Macintosh computer, put away the groceries she had just purchased, and 
quickly changed into her rockies and halter top. No one was coming 
over tonight, but she was looking forward to spending some time on the 
net. She brought up the Internet and started the e-mail download as 
she poured a drink. Dropping into the chair and surveying the list of 
e-mail senders, she stopped suddenly and screamed in excitement, 
punching the mouse over the e-mail title, "your story A New Outlook on 
Life," followed by the name Terrence Smythe. Looking up over the 
computer desk, she gazed fondly at the framed Semillon bottle, vintage 
1997. 
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