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THE CAMERA EYE

   by Spudboy


   I am an aspiring photographer, twenty-four and a grad student
with a B.A. in Psychology.  I’m currently working on a second
degree in Art.  My Psych background never gave me any special
powers over women, and I’m not particularly attractive, so I’ve
had understandable difficulty with finding female models to
photograph.  My first model was a girl named Angela, a dark-
haired and body-pierced beauty whose posing session surpassed
my wildest dreams.  It’s definitely starting to look like my luck
is improving, though I’m not too sure how long it’ll last.  
Fingers crossed, guys.

Names have been changed to protect the guilty.


Episode #2:  My Next Surprise

   Talking to Angela on the phone the next day dismissed any
worries I might have had about our encounter being a one-time
deal.  I was surprised to find out how much we had in common. 
Like me, she confessed to being somewhat of a high school
outcast, someone that was always overlooked by everyone else. 
Unlike me, though, in her first year of college, she’d decided to
break herself out of that mold once and for all.  She’d gone out 
and got her nose pierced, and the next day she found out that she
wasn’t invisible anymore.  
   "It wasn’t like I was a different person or anything," she
explained, "but I was a lot harder for people to ignore me."  I felt
much the same about my camera.  Without it, I was just another
college boy.  With it, I wasn’t much, but I was a college boy with a
purpose.
   It turned out that she worked nights, and only had Tuesdays and
Fridays off, so we made a date for that Friday as I still owed her
dinner.  It felt odd making our first date *after* we’d already had
sex, but I wasn’t complaining.
   The next two days I spent occupied with classes and projects.  I
was able to develop the film from of Angela’s modeling session in
the Art Department darkroom, and found many photos that were
perfect for my assignment, along with the rest that were perfect
for looking at late at night when no one was around.  
   I still needed at least one more model to balance out the spread,
but I didn’t think my luck would hold.  I was looking for a girl who
wasn’t necessarily as punkish as Angela, but one that radiated the
strength and independence of a modern woman, preferably
blonde, for contrast.
   That Thursday, after a few unsuccessful attempts to recruit a
subject, I gave up and went shopping.  I had been saving some
money, and I finally decided to buy the full size video camera outfit
that I’d wanted.  It was a little expensive, but no small part of my
reason for getting it revolved around Angela and her apparent
enjoyment of sex on film.  I was dying to try it out, so I took it to
campus that afternoon and looked for anything interesting to
record, though I knew that I really should’ve been studying instead
of wandering around at school.
   I approached a few independent looking blond girls, hoping that
my new camera may help to persuade them.  It didn’t, though one 
wavered until she saw her boyfriend and ran off with him. 
Boyfriends.  The greatest enemy of the young male art student.  I
wandered around aimlessly until dark, ending up by the PhysEd 
building.  I went inside, curious to see if there was anything going
on that might be worth filming.  
   While walking down the hall, I heard the unmistakable shouting
and stomping of feet that announced a karate class in session.  I
went up to the open door and looked in, seeing about two dozen
students in white uniforms going through drills.  It looked like an
advanced class, with a lot of brown and several black belts
present.
   They were practicing kata, and it was the most interesting thing
I’d seen so far.  The class was mostly male, with only a handful of
female students.  One especially caught my eye, a tall and lanky
but athletic-looking blonde with pleasant features.  She wasn’t the
most attractive girl in the class, but she had the ‘look’ I’d been
keeping an eye out for.  
   She was a blue belt, and was performing her moves very
smoothly and gracefully.  I had taken a karate class for two
quarters, but I didn’t seem to have the natural ability for it that
some people did.  The blonde blue belt obviously did.  I began
filming the class, her in particular, pondering how she’d look
doing similar moves on stills.  Pretty good, probably.  With a dark
backdrop and the right lighting...
   With a shout and a series of bowing, the class ended.  I loitered
around, waiting for her to come out, figuring I might as well give it
a shot.  She came out through the door and hardly glanced in my
direction as she started toward the locker room.
   "Excuse me," I said, catching up to her.  She turned and slowed,
regarding me with the suspicious and appraising look that I’d
begun to grow accustomed to.
   "What?"  She asked, sounding a little impatient.  She was nearly
as tall as I was, and though lanky, her frame was supple and well-
toned.  I noticed that she was rather flat-chested, but large 
breasts would’ve been out of proportion on her.  A light sheen of
sweat made her face and upper chest glisten.
   "I’m sorry to bother you," I began.  "But I saw your kata in the
class.  I’m working on a photography assignment and honestly,
you’d be perfect for it."  I spoke rapidly but clearly, minimizing the
chance that she’d be able to duck away without at least
considering my words.  She frowned, her blue eyes wandering over my
camera. 
   "Photography?"  She said it like it was a dirty word.
   "Yeah.  I’m doing a layout called the ‘Nineties Woman’, and I
need one more subject to finish it.  One that radiates strength,
independence, and confidence, all the qualities of a modern
woman, and frankly, that’s you."
   Her look softened a little, but not much.  "Sorry," she said,
brushing a lock of damp-looking hair from her face.  "But I don’t
think I’m interested."
   I didn’t give up so easily.  "If you’re busy, it wouldn’t take more
than a half-hour, and we could go to the art studio right here on
campus."  I smiled.  "Its not like you’d be going off somewhere
alone with a stranger."
   She smiled faintly.  "I’m flattered, but no thank you."  She turned
and headed off for the women’s locker room, disappearing
through the swinging doors.  My spirits sank.  I thought about
calling it a night and heading home, but I decided to go through
the rest of the building first.  Maybe there was a gymnastics class
in session or something.
   No such luck.  The place seemed mostly deserted, and I was
walking down the steps toward the parking lot when I heard a
voice from behind me.
   "Hey!"  It was a woman’s voice, and I turned to see the blonde
blue belt hurrying toward me with a gym bag over her shoulder. 
She had changed into a pair of black running shorts and a white
tank top, her curly blonde hair falling loosely about her shoulders. 
"You still need a subject?"  She called, looking down at me from
the top of the stairs.
   "Sure!"  I replied, a bit surprised that she’d changed her mind. 
She descended the steps quickly and stopped next to me, her blue
eyes practically level with mine.
   "I guess I could stand to do a few pictures," she said with a
shrug, looking at me as if she was doing me a favor.  Which she
was. 
   "All right," I said, keeping my expression businesslike. "My
name’s Rick."
   "Nicole," she replied, a brief smile flickering across her face.
   "Nice to meet you, Nicole.  How about we go to the studio?"
   "After you."
   I asked her a little about herself on the way, filming her
responses with the videocamera.  She was somewhat less than
talkative.  I managed to find out that she was a junior and working
on a dual major in Business and Psychology, but she didn’t seem
to be in the mood to volunteer any information about herself, so I
fell silent until we got to the Art building.
   Luck was still with me, as the place was deserted.  I fetched my
35mm from my locker and set up the studio as Nicole stood in
front of the tripod and watched.
   "Okay," I said as I adjusted my camera.  "Try standing right
about there," I said, indicating a spot on the floor.  "Face the
camera and look right at it."  She wordlessly obliged, instant
falling into an arms-crossed, hips-forward defiant posture that
somehow fit her perfectly.
   She looked steadily into the camera, almost glaring at it.  As I
snapped a few pictures, I asked her if she’d ever modeled before. 
She hadn’t.
   "You’re a natural," I told her.  "I could see you as a professional
model."  She frowned in disbelief.  "No, really!  I’m not joking." 
And I wasn’t.  The camera loved her, even more so than Angela.  
Nicole reminded me of something primal, almost bestial.
   "Shake your head a little," I instructed.  "Mess up your hair."  
She looked at me strangely for a moment, but she complied,tossing
her head and mussing her hair with her fingers.  There it was.  The
animal.  Her wild hair and her thin and athletic frame gave her the
look of a swift and agile predator, a cheetah or greyhound in human
shape.
   "Wonderful, Nicole," I said, shooting away.  "You look
wonderful."  I had her change positions several times, ending with
her crouching on the floor like she was about to leap.  I used up
two rolls of film before I knew it, and I paused to let her have a
break.
   Nicole smiled as she rose, brushing a strand of hair out of her
eyes.  "This is pretty cool," she commented with a shrug, and I
grinned.
   "Are you glad you changed your mind?"  I asked, and she nodded
sheepishly before walking out to the hallway for a drink.  I was
beginning to think I had something here.  You could hire a student
model through the school for anywhere from twenty to fifty bucks
per session, but many of those were nowhere near as good as
Angela or Nicole.  Either I was having incredible luck, or the
campus was a treasure trove of undiscovered talent.  Maybe it
was both.
   When Nicole came back, I asked if she would mind changing into
her karate gi and performing some action poses.  She didn’t mind,
and went off to the bathroom to change.  In a few minutes she
emerged and walked in, looking at me questioningly.  I instructed
her do a few punches and kicks, which she did, also seeming a
little surprised that I knew the Japanese terminology for them.
   "How long have you studied karate?"  She asked between clicks
of the camera.  I confessed that I only took two quarters, and she
smiled as she executed a beautifully savage side-thrust kick, the
thick material of her uniform snapping in the air from the
quickness of her movements.  Looking at her chest, I suddenly
realized that something was missing.  It was the white flash of a
tank top through the low-cut V of her uniform. She wasn’t wearing
it.  I dismissed it as merely an oversight on her part, especially
since the tiny bumps of her breasts would be barely noticeable
anyway.
   I cleared the floor and asked her if she’d like to perform a kata
in front of the camera.  She agreed, and I took the camera off the
tripod so I could follow her movements.  She waited until I was
ready, then launched herself into motion, beating the hell out of
several unseen opponents while I clicked away.  Her top fell open
more than once as she lunged and pivoted, treating me to a
glimpse of her boyish chest, though there was nothing boyish
about the large, pink and rather erect-looking nipples both I and
the camera caught sight of.  She finished with a bow, not even
seeming to be out of breath.
   "That was great," I said with a grin.  "I wouldn’t want to run
into you in a dark alley."  Given the right circumstances, that 
wasn’t entirely true.  In fact, I could think of a lot of dark
places where I’d like to run into her, but I pushed those thoughts
aside.
   She rested her hands on her hips and grinned back.  "How about
a free lesson, then?"  I shrugged, not seeing any harm in it--not
much at least--and abandoned the camera and walked over to
her.  I stopped about four feet away, beginning to feel a little
apprehensive as she stood there, still grinning.
   Before I really knew what had happened, I was on my back on
the carpet.  In a flash, she’d grabbed my shoulder and swept my
foot out from under me, soft-landing me on the ground and driving
her fist at my face.  I instinctively tried to block her, but she was
way too fast.
   "Iiaaahh!"  Her fist hovered a millimeter over my nose, her knee
resting on my solar plexus.  She stood, then helped me to my feet. 
   "Lesson Number One," she said with a very serious expression.
"Don’t trust a stranger."  She broke into a grin, then headed for the
bathroom, leaving me feeling foolish for being so easy.  That, and
looking down her top as she had leaned down to help me up.  No
doubt about it, her nips were hard, and I personally didn’t think it
was very cold in the room.  Regardless, I didn’t think much of it, at
least I tried not to.  Maybe they were that way just from rubbing
against the cloth of her top.  Yeah, that must be it.
   She changed and came back, asking if we were done.  Not really
wanting to be, I asked if there was anything I could do to repay her
for being such a great model.  Nicole stretched her arm for a
moment, seeming to wince.  
   "Hmm, I don’t know..."
   It took me a moment to realize that she might be giving me a cue. 
I couldn’t believe it.  I must be reading her wrong.  But before I
could decide, she shrugged and turned for the door.
   "Thanks, Rick.  It was fun.  I’ll see you around."
   I nodded dumbly.  "No, thank *you*."  She smiled and walked out,
leaving me wondering if I’d just passed up something good.  I
didn’t know, but I did know that I was worried that Angela alone
might be too much for me to handle, let alone her and someone
like Nicole at the same time.  The very fact that I’d been presented
with such a dilemma, imagined or not, was mind-boggling.  This
was all happening too fast.

   The next day couldn’t pass quickly enough, but eventually it was
evening, and when a knock came on the door to my apartment, I
rushed to answer it.  There stood Angela, nose ring and all, in a
brown knit-wool top and a fairly tight pair of black jeans.  Her long
black hair was loose and combed, and she was also sporting a
nicer pair of boots.  She didn’t wear much makeup, which was
good because she didn’t need to.  She looked great.  I stared at
her for a moment before she invited herself in by grabbing me by
the waist and kissing me on the lips.  
   Being spontaneously kissed by a good-looking young woman like
Angela was going to take some getting used to, though I sure as
hell wasn’t complaining.  I took her around the shoulders and
kissed her back passionately until she eventually broke away.
   "Well," she asked, smoothing her shirt and smiling.  "You ready
to go?"
   "Yeah," I answered, and after exiting and shutting the door, I
escorted her to my car.
   We went to a nice little Thai restaurant that I knew, and as the
evening progressed, I learned a bit more about the girl that had
exposed herself to my camera and then fucked me so wildly on the
couch in my studio.  She was only twenty, and she hadn’t had a
boyfriend in almost two years.  And, as she told me quite candidly,
rubbing the toe of her boot against my thigh, she’d never had
better sex than she did with me that Tuesday night.  
   She was like a dream come true.  Angela was a smart, funny,
delightfully weird and definitely sexy young woman.  Not to
mention aggressive, as I was soon reminded.  
   We finished with dinner and walked out to my car, Angela
following me around on my side and pushing me up against the
door.  She leaned her body on mine as she kissed me passionately
in the dark parking lot.  My hands roved over her back and down to
cup the cheeks of her tight little ass through her jeans, and I felt
her hands rubbing over my chest and over the growing bulge in my
pants.
   "Jesus, Rick," she gasped.  "How do you make me so fucking
horny?"  That was something that I’d begun to wonder myself, but
she didn’t seem to feel like waiting for an answer anyway.  She
suddenly dropped to her knees on the pavement and unzipped my
jeans, quickly releasing my hardening cock and putting it in her
mouth.  I looked around, my head reeling with disbelief as Angela
lustfully ate my dick in the restaurant’s parking lot.  Nobody
seemed to be around, and we were far enough out of the light so
that it would be difficult to see us.
   Regardless, the fact that I was being sucked off by a horny coed
in a public place was very exhilarating.  The quiet slurping and
sucking noises she made as she gobbled me only turned me on
even more.  I stroked her hair affectionately, groaning as she
swallowed my prick and began deep-throating me.  She may have
just had dinner, but she definitely seemed to want my cum for
dessert.
   Angela rubbed my balls through my pants as she licked the
underside of my knob with her long tongue, then slid it all the way
into her throat with one smooth motion.  I could feel her lips
pressing into the skin at the base of my cock, her nose brushing
my pubic hair.  She convulsed her throat muscles around my shaft,
and I groaned as I felt my nuts retracting and the pressure
building up.
   She slid it out of her throat and began sucking hard on just the
head, her hand pumping my slick rod like she was milking it.  And
she was.  I grunted in ecstasy as I felt my cock swell, then eject a
heavy blast of thick nut-milk into her mouth.  I kept groaning and
shooting, and she kept sucking and pumping until the last
weakest spurt had been drained out.  
   She let go of my dick and stood, then looked me in the eyes and
opened her mouth.  Even in the dim light I could see the pearly
pool of my sperm on her tongue, and I felt like cumming again as
she slowly and dramatically swallowed, closing her eyes and
seeming to savor it as it slid down her throat to her stomach.
   I groaned, pulling her to me and kissing her, tasting the salty
residue of my cum on her tongue as it played with mine.  I must’ve
have done something incredibly good in a past life for fate to have
sent Angela into my life.  
   Suddenly, we heard the voices of people leaving the restaurant,
and I quickly tucked my shrinking dick back into my pants as
Angela went over to the passenger side and got in.   I got in myself
and shut the door, my knees wobbly.  I looked over at Angela, who
smiled almost innocently.  I couldn’t resist grinning, then breaking
out laughing.  She joined me.
   "If that was all you wanted for dinner," I said as I pulled out of the
parking lot, "we could’ve stayed home."
   She grinned.  "Hey, that was just an appetizer.  Besides, it’s not
healthy to fuck all night on an empty stomach."  I couldn’t argue
with that logic, and by the time I pulled up at my apartment, my
cock had nearly recovered.
   It was my turn to be aggressive as I tackled her to the living
room couch.  She laughed and wrestled with me, but I don’t think she
tried too hard as I quickly pinned her hands down and lay on top of
her.  I could feel her warm and quickly breathing body underneath
me, and she was looking up at me with a wide smile and a sexy
gleam in her eyes.  Before, I had begun to think that I would live
the rest of my life as a lonely virgin, and in the space of only a few
days I had become the lover of a beautiful and equally sex-starved
young woman, and all I’d really had to do was try.
   "Are you going to look at me all night, or are you gonna kiss me?"
She asked with a sweet smile.
   I snapped out of my reverie and ducked my head to kiss Angela’s
pretty mouth, the mouth that had worked so wonderfully on my
dick only ten minutes before.  She sucked and bit lightly at my lips,
lifting her legs up and locking them around my waist as we kissed
hungrily.  I felt a thrill as she started dry-humping me.  I already
knew very well how feisty she was, but she never ceased to
surprise me with her randy behavior.  She slowly ground her
crotch against my pelvis, and I could feel the heat of her pussy
even through the material of our pants.
   "God, I’m so fucking hot," she  moaned in my ear.  "You’re going
to have to do something before I cum in my pants."
   She didn’t have to ask me twice.  Eager for a little dessert of my
own, I sat back, pulling her up with me so that she was sitting on
my lap with her legs still wrapped around me.  I caressed her tits
through her top, feeling the hard circles of her nipple rings and
very gently tugging on them.  Angela was rubbing her fingers
through my hair and sucking hard at my neck, probably giving me
a hickey.  I didn’t mind in the slightest.  I slowly pulled her wool
top up and off, taking the gray cotton undershirt she had on with
it.  Once again she was without a bra, and I tugged and played with
her tittie rings, seeing that her nipples were already hard.
   I leaned down and sucked one into my mouth, ring and all. 
Angela sighed against my neck as I flicked it with my tongue,
squeezing her other tit with my hand so that it wouldn’t feel
neglected.  
   I soon released her nipple and kissed wetly all over her chest
and neck.  Every inch of her skin fascinated me, and doubted that I
could ever get enough of her.  I sucked and licked at her other
nipple as I slowly unbuckled her belt and unbuttoned her jeans.  I
slid my hand down her belly to explore, finding nothing but smooth
skin and her trimmed patch of soft pubes.  She bucked her hips
forward against my hand as I slid my fingers between her thighs
and stroked her very hot and very wet snatch, feeling her clit ring
rub against my palm.  Her thick and swollen pussy lips almost
seemed to nip at my fingers, making me think of a joke I’d heard in
high school.
   How can you tell if a girl is horny?  When you stick you hand
down her pants and it feels like a horse eating oats.  I’d laughed at
it then, but in Angela’s case, it seemed to be true.
   I slid my middle finger inside her, and she began humping my
finger, her arms locked around my neck and her mouth sucking on
my earlobe as she groaned into my ear.  In less than a minute, she
suddenly ground her pelvis down on my hand and whimpered
loudly as she came on my finger.  Talk about hot pants, I think hers
were melting.  It felt wonderful to be the inspiration for her
passion, though I still couldn’t really understand how or why.
   She moaned as her climax subsided, and I lowered her down and
knelt next to her, managing to untangle her legs from my waist.  I
unlaced her boots and pulled them off, then tugged at her pants. 
She lifted her butt, allowing me to slide them off and drop them to
the floor.  The bare lips of her pussy were open and wet, and
coated with a trace of whitish froth, presumably from being stirred
up by my finger.  She sighed deeply as I lowered my head and ran
my tongue slowly along the length of her slit, covering both lips
and grazing her exposed clit and the gold ring hanging from the
hood.  I licked the foam from her labia, savoring the sweet taste of
her cum.  I wanted more, and I began sucking and licking eagerly.
   She moaned and gasped as I ate her, sliding my tongue as
deeply as I could into her juicy hole, sometimes pausing to take a
long, cool slurp at her hot flesh.  Within a few minutes, she was
panting and clutching tightly at the cushions as I drew an orgasm
from her with my mouth.  I wasn’t quite finished yet, in fact,
Angela’s pussy was one meal that I’d never get tired of.  I began to
mouth her yummy twat again as she recovered, fluttering my
tongue back and forth over her labia and clit.  She whimpered and
almost immediately came again, and I slowed down to give her
time to catch her breath.  
   I was curious as to how many times she could come, and I was
determined to find out.  She began to rise, and I grabbed her
slender hips with my hands and held her still as I smiled up at her
between licks.  
   She relaxed and closed her eyes.  "Good boy," she said with a
grin, patting me on the head affectionately like a favorite pet.  I
chuckled into her pussy, then began lapping at her like a thirsty
dog.  She moaned, then gasped as I sucked her clit and the folds
of skin around it into my mouth.  I flicked my tongue over the erect
nub, even batting around the ring a little.  I slid my index finger
into her creamy hole and began fucking her with it.
   Angela grunted.  "Oh fuck!  I’m gonna cum again!"  Her voice
was an urgent whimper that fueled my tonguing and finger-
fucking, and in moments she screamed and shuddered violently,
looking more like she was having a seizure than an orgasm.
   As her groans and whimpers died down, I pulled my head back
and surveyed her crotch.  The black pubic hair at the top of her slit
was wet and matted, and her shaved pussy lips were a dark
reddish-brown, and glazed with a clear mixture of my spit and her
juices, much like my own lips and chin were.  Her clit was barely
peeking out from under its pierced hood, looking almost afraid to
come back out again.  My eyes fell lower to the tight pucker of her
anus, and I suddenly knew where my next angle of attack would
begin.
   I dropped my head and extended my tongue, tentatively licking
the fleshy rosebud of Angela’s asshole.  She gasped, whether in
surprise or pleasure I couldn’t tell, but she made no indication that
it was unwelcome.  It didn’t taste bad, either.  A little tangy, but
not bad.  
   She grunted and squirmed as I began tonguing her butt in
earnest.  "Oohhh yes," she hissed.  "That feels so nasty!"
   After swirling my tongue around her bunghole for a minute, I
returned my attention to her pussy, sliding my finger back in and
slurping at her clit.  Once my finger was well-coated with juice, I
pulled it out and placed it at the slightly relaxed pucker of her ass. 
I pushed gently, and it slid past her tight sphincter and into her
body.
   "Oh God," she whimpered.  "Fuck my ass with your finger!  I’m
gonna... I’m gonna... oohhhhhhh!"  Her voice trailed off into a
series of unintelligible grunts as her back arched, her body
seeming to almost leave the couch as she thrust her crotch
violently at my face.  Her pelvic bone smacked against my nose
hard enough to hurt, but I was more interested in what was
happening to Angela than anything else.
   She seemed to be having a continuos orgasm that lasted at least
three times as long as any of her earlier ones.  Her face turned red
as she gasped for breath, making little strangled noises in her
throat as she thrashed on the couch.  I began to be a little afraid
that she’d suffocate or something, but finally, after what seemed
like a minute-long orgasm, she fell limp and started breathing with
long, ragged gasps, her eyes tightly closed.  Still a little
concerned, I moved next to her.
   "Hey," I said, rubbing her shoulder.  "Are you okay?"
   She blinked and groaned in response, then reached up with a
shaky hand and took mine, bringing it to her mouth and weakly
kissing the palm.  She sucked at my hand for a few moments
before she seemed able to talk.
   "God, Rick," she gasped.  "That was beyond awesome.  I felt like
I was gonna die."
   I smiled, feeling better now that I knew she was okay.  I’d really
hate to kill my first and only lover with sex.
   "Warn me before you do that again though," she said.  "I don't
think I can take very many of those."
   "Alright.  I will," I answered, taking her hand to my own mouth
and licking her palm.
   She smiled faintly, looking drained.  "Damn.  I wanted to fuck you
silly and now I can barely move."
   "Don’t worry, I think I can handle things, if you still feel like it."
   She managed a grin.  "Sure.  Just give me a minute."  She closed
her eyes, and I began kissing her ear, nibbling on her earlobe and
batting her five earrings around with my tongue.  Angela only
rested about ten seconds before she opened her eyes again.
   "I’m ready," she breathed.  "Fuck me."  That was all the
encouragement I needed.  I stood and quickly undressed, then
climbed back on the couch and lowered myself between her
outstretched legs, guiding my painfully hard erection to the lips of
her extremely wet pussy.  I pushed my hips forward and groaned
as I slid balls-deep into her with a single thrust.  She echoed my
groan, grabbing my hips and trying to pull me in even deeper.  Her
warm, squelching pussy felt incredibly soothing around my dick,
and I began slowly driving it in and out, taking my time and
enjoying every little sensation.  
   Angela locked her legs around my waist again as she began to
fuck her hips up at me.  I humped her steadily for a few minutes,
but I quickly realized I couldn’t hold back much longer.  I stopped
and panted as she nibbled at my lower lip.
   She seemed to guess what I was doing, and slapped me on the
butt playfully.  "Jesus, Rick."  She grinned up at me.  "Don't you
think I’ve cum enough for one night?"  She started rocking her
pelvis back and forth, bringing me to the edge of orgasm before I
gave in and resumed thrusting.  In seconds, I was cumming inside
her, grunting and groaning as I emptied myself into her sexy body.
   I collapsed on top of her, and she tousled my hair and licked my
ear as I kissed her neck.
   "Well, we’ve screwed just about everywhere besides the bed," she
said with a smile.  "How ‘bout we go there next?"
   I agreed and stood up shakily, helping her up and leading her
into the bedroom.  I laid down, and she crawled over me and
snuggled up close, resting her head on my shoulder.  I could feel
her nipple rings on my chest and ribs.  I held her tight, enjoying the
comforting warmth of her body.  I’d slept alone for all of my
adolescent and adult life, and just having Angela there in bed with
me was a great and wonderful thing.
   "I love you, Angela," I whispered, meaning it with every fiber of
my being.
   "Ummm," she moaned softly, and I realized that she was already
asleep.  I rubbed her back affectionately as I snuggled up even
closer to her.  I didn’t want to doze off for a while, I’d rather have
stayed awake and savored our closeness.  But unfortunately, I
was more tired than I thought, and I quickly drifted off.

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