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   A Master's Ring

   Part 10

   Letting go (c)

   ---------------The moment you hold you better accept that someday you
might might have to let go. 
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   I undid the drawstring of her pants, and she answered.  She reached down
and took of the t-shirt.

   I slowed down again, a lot of people would have rushed forward but
foreplay starts with the first eye contact and doesn't end until the last
goodbye.  We were closer to where I wanted her but I could still feel her
hesitation, looking at her back I could see the tension of wanting and not
knowing if you actually want to do this thing you want.

   I knew if I moved slowly, I would be better able to handle a stop if
that became her decision.  I started rubbing her bare skin again, now able
to watch my hands on her skin.  I looked down to see that her pants were
riding lower, not quite riding on the chair yet but halfway between the
chair and her waist.  I could see the beginning of the cleft between her
ass cheeks through light tan panties.  I looked down to see that they were
classic panties for the most part if maybe not as wide.  I looked back up
and started working her back and neck with my hands the next move had to
obviously be mine and probably everything after it would have to be my
responsibility.  I put thumbs at the base of her spine and started doing
pressure circles thinking if anything more happens will I take the blame if
it comes to that.  Sometimes, that's part of the deal when you cross the
line to accept the onus of blame.  It can be amusing if you look at society
objectively, but sometimes at times like this when she has a lover and
you're not him you have to think about it seriously.  I start tracing my
fingers along in random places on her back.  Everything she has done says
more, but she does have a man.  I think about Melisa for a second and
almost laugh out loud.  There were a lot about Melisa and I that needed to
be straightened out but my being with other women was not one of them.  Her
plans with Sheila and Rachel showed that clearly.  That Mary was not a
Sibling would be her biggest problem, but I was not yet really a Brother as
Sheila had proven for a month now.

   I ran a finger along the line of her panties, first at the top tracing
it along her back, her right hip along to the middle of her stomach, my
other hand met it there and traced a finger back around the other side.

   Something conclusive soon.

   I worked at deepening my breathing, relaxing.  I needed to relax more, I
wanted Mary.

   Badly.

   But it didn't mean I could just take.

   Not yet.

   I started playing with the upper part of her bra clasp.  Telling her
with my hands more was coming.  I almost laughed, I wondered if she was
sitting there thinking "God, he moves slow." I could feel her tense
everytime I touched it.  Can you just ask someone at this point, "Do you
want to have sex?"

   Why not?

   I ran my fingers along the bra almost to the front I felt her tense up
as my fingers touched the side of her breasts, I stopped moving while
keeping my fingers in contact with her.  She relaxed a little but was still
tense; expectant.  I put my palms on her body, not moving my fingers, I was
holding her by the rib cage at this point.  I was still kneeling behind
her. I traveled my hands down her sides, to her hips I keep going down, the
bottom edge of my hand touched her pants, my thumbs pushed the back part
down to the chair, more of her body was exposed, my fingers were inside her
pants, as the pants dropped a little more my fingers and her skin were
exposed to air, I turned my hands so that my nails are touching the chair
and my fingerpads her.  I trace the chair and her body.

   She pushed down and back forcing her ass back a little more, my
fingernails run out of chair but my fingerpads have more of her asscheeks
to touch.  I enjoyed a few fantasies I'd had as I trace her ass through the
tan panties.  I did this for a long time considering what we were doing.  I
didn't care I had the time and this was almost ecstasy, I could see the
skin at her hips tighten, her feet came up and down moving her legs
restlessly as I continued just to touch her through cloth.  I moved my
fingertips around so I can touch at her hips where the pants will let me. I
moved my fingers into her pants to touch more.  I backed my hands out and
started playing with what I could touch of her ass again.

   Finally, I stopped and moved to her back again, she had begun to wriggle
her ass on the chair.  I knew I would have to go slow still but there was
no question she wanted it all.  Only I could fuck this up now.  Her body at
least had been convinced.  I moved my hands up her spine, and this time
without hesitation undid the bra clasp.

   Stop me now.

   She didn't, just a sharp intake of breath I could see.  I helped the bra
in movement by laying my fingers where it had been on her skin and running
them outward, spreading the back of her bra as far as the shoulderstraps
allowed.

   Slowly.

   I had more area to play with again.  A lot of people might think it's
not a lot more, I mean how much skin can the back of a bra cover.  It
doesn't matter.  It hadn't given it the proper attention.  I played with
her skin from the hairline at her neck, down to the skin covered by
panties. The occasional wriggling continued.  Kneeling down had become
slightly uncomfortable and knowing we were not close to done yet, I sat
back on my heels.  I started concentrating on the small of her back and ass
again.  Light touches, rubs, tracings, everywhere that I could carefully
study the touch of my hands on her body.

   I leaned forward and blew my breath on the small of her back.  She
arched her back slightly, I stopped.  Played with her skin.  I started
wondering if I was overplaying it.  I shrugged to myself.  I leaned forward
and blew along her pants and her ass.  She arched her back more pronounced
and this time the movement that pushed more of her ass off the edge was
definitive.

   She wanted now, not just her body wanted, she wanted.  I smiled to
myself, now I could take but it wasn't enough.

   It would no longer be enough anymore.

   It hit me so hard that I gasped.  It would never be enough again.  I
leaned forward and kissed the base of her spine, she arched as my lips
touched her skin.  I pulled back and extended my tongue to touch her, I ran
it down to her panties, and then to left, tracing them, and then to the
right.

   It would never be enough again.

   This was giving and I wanted surrender.

   I contacted my teeth to the base of her spine and ran them up her body,
until I was on her neck, I nipped at the hairline.  It was too high for me
on my knees.  I put my hands on her hips, sat back on my heels, I spread my
knees as far as I could and with my hands I guided her off the chair and
between my legs.  She came without struggle, without second thought.  Her
calves and feet tucked into my legs, her ass on her ankles still leaning
forward a bit, her head on her hands as she held on to the chair.

   Not surrender, "giving themselves to me".

   I surged forward with my hands and body.  My hands followed her body in
front until I was cupping her breast, I gave them a touch of lift.  I
brought my body into contact with her mostly naked back.  I kissed the
hollow between neck and shoulder, I nipped it, and then extended my tongue
to wet it for more kisses.

   I wanted everything, everytime.

   I gave the other side of her neck the same treatment as I moved my
fingers on the underside of her breasts, applying pressure, tracing lines,
recupping.

   I didn't just want body.

   I let go of her breasts and moved my hands up, I carried the bra up, her
arms came up to allow me to remove it from her body.  It came off her hands
and fell in front of her between her legs.

   I wanted heart and soul also.

   Everything she was.

   Everytime.

   I nipped at the back of her neck as my hands came back down to give her
breasts more attention.  This time when I cupped them I ran my thumpads
across her nipples.  Left to right.  Right to left.

   I wanted everything she was.

   I bit the muscle between shoulder and neck, this time my thumbpads were
doing circles on her nipples.  I could hear her harsh breathing, she gasped
as I squeezed her nipples outward and returned to just stroking them.

   Even if for this moment only, I wanted everything she was, surrendered.
I bit the other side now, running my hands down her stomach.  I placed my
hands on the inside of her thighs, and pulled them apart slowly.  I ran my
hands on the inside of her thighs, pushing my body forward making her lean
more, to her knees.  I ran my hands on top of her thighs to turn at her
hips, and down the outside to her knees again.

   This giving of her body was not enough, I wanted a Melisa's giving.

   A Sibling's giving.

   I knelt up bringing her head back on to my chest, my hands came to touch
the front of her neck.  Her eyes were closed.  I circled her nipples again,
before I brought my hands up to touch her face gently.

   I took this woman, because I had wanted her when I was someone else.

   I brought my hands back down to touch her breasts.  Her hands came back
to touch my hips, to hold on to the most solid thing around her.

   I took her in the hope that she could give me everything, knowing she
would not.

   I sat back on my heels again, leaning back slightly keeping her in
contact with my body.  Running my hands, on her torso, breasts, on her
arms, her face.  I reached up and touched her palms massaging small circles
in them with my thumbs.

   None of this except the first realization was conscious, all just felt
and absorbed.

   I knelt up again this time bringing her with me to her knees.  I held
her body to me and felt her pants fall to her knees.  I started kissing her
neck again.  I brought my hands down her side; but this time at her hips,
my hands came around behind her to play with all of her buttocks.  I
touched, cupped, rubbed.  I enjoyed the touch of my hands on the parts of
her ass her panties did not cover.  I traced the cleft between buttocks
with a finger, then two, down and almost onto her.

   I said goodbye and it was not conscious.

   I brought my hands back to her breasts and started being more forceful
with my play at her neck and shoulders.

   Afterwards, I knew, understood ,accepted.  But for then, I took my last
non.

   I brought my hands down along her stomach to her panties, she had come
up where her knees had been so they were spread enough for what I wanted. I
traced the upper line of her panties one last time, before I turned so my
fingernails touched her skin.  I separated cloth from her skin and inserted
my fingers inside her panties.  I kept going down until I touched pubic
hair.  I kept nipping, kissing, licking her neck while my other hand kept
her in contact with my body.  Her breathing had gotten ragged, and
uncontrolled.  She was leaning her head back on my shoulder.  She would
bring her head forward and shift it on to the other shoulder whenever the
sensations on one side would become too much.  I would hold her with her
head leaning forward as I gave attention to the back of her neck but
eventually allow her to move.  I touched, wove circles, lines, through her
pubic hair.  I hit the pubic bone, pressed in and did pressure circles just
above where her clit would be.  She gasped at this and moved her hips
restlessly.  I brought my other hand down and inside her panties.  I placed
them carefully just above her pubic line and started massaging the skin
just on the inside of her hips.  She leaned forward a little bringing her
ass in contact with my groin and started to rub herself on me in response.
My hands went down further, now both working on her pubic hair.  Further,
at the turn inward towards her pussy, I stopped there pulled my hands
outward giving me room to extend both of my middle fingers toward her.  I
placed them on either side of her labia and let the panties pull my hands
toward her.  I had my middle fingers on either side of her labia and was
doing my best not to touch her pussy but just rub the space between thigh
and labia.  She moaned this time, not loudly but just enough to declare
approval and a desire for more.  She straightened up a little bit, allowing
me better access.  All of a sudden she started to move her hips in an
attempt to have my fingers touching her.  I pulled out to prevent this. 
She would be touched but not yet.  I pulled my hands up and to the sides of
her hips, I took my hands out of her panties only to put my thumbs inside
the straps at the side and bringing my hands down pushing them off of her
hips, ass, and pussy and down to her knees.  I reached my hand up, placing
my hand on the middle of her back I pushed her upper body forward.  I
brought my hand back down again.  I ran a hand down the front of her right
thigh while placing teeth on her hip, at her knee I pushed my hand
underneath with panties, and pants.  She lifted her knee to help remove
them; once past her knee, I kissed my way across her buttocks to the other
side.  I could smell arousal now, and it spiked me higher.  I ran my teeth
on that hip as I ran my hand down her thigh, as she lifted her knee, again
I pushed her panties and pants down to just below her knee.  I sat back
without looking at her, I reached and pulled her clothing from her body
removing the sneakers she was wearing also.  I touched her ankles with
fingertips giving myself time.  I smiled at myself realizing I had not
taken off any clothing.  I looked forward she was bent over with her head
on her hands supporting her upper body with the chair.  Thsy wonderfully
shaped ass in front of me.  She was exposed to me and I sat enjoying the
sight.  I kept running my fingers along her feet, ankles and calves.  I
reached over and started running my nails along the skin of her asscheeks
that had been covered by tan panties.  I kept this up with my right hand
running almost to her pussy but not quite, circling her, and back up the
other cheek.  I could see wetness as her ass clenched and unclenched.  I
reached back and pushed my shoe of one foot and pulled my sock off.  I
switched hands on her body, continuing the light passes on her skin and
cleared my other foot of shoe and sock.  I came up on my knees and walked
until denim touched the back of her thighs, her ass and as she clenched and
unclenched her pussy.  I took off the t-shirt I was wearing.  I reached
down and pulled her upper body into contact with naked skin.  I let my
hands play along her breasts and stomach.  Her hands came up to run through
my hair.  She started to rub her ass more aggressively on my groin.  I
brought one hand down to run through her pubic hair again.  I started
rubbing about an inch from where clit should be.  Her rubbing quickly
became even more aggressive.  I felt her hands come around to work on my
belt trying to get my pants down.  I ran a finger straight along her pussy
lips, her head snapped forward and back.  I took my hand out and started to
work on my belt and jeans.  I pushed them and briefs down my hips.  She had
recovered from the brief contact and was trying to make my job difficult by
pushing back with her hips.  My dick escaped confinement; finally; and in
the process touched her skin.  It felt good to me and she reacted to the
sudden heat with a small jump forward and then in realization of what had
touched her moving back again until my dick was in contact with as much of
her skin as she could get it to touch.  She started moving her body rubbing
herself on my dick.  It felt fantastic but I wanted to keep following the
motto of the encounter.  Slowly.  I pushed forward with my hips and put my
hands on her hips to stop her backward motion as she tried to reassert
contact.  I held her there long enough for her to realize nothing would
continue except my way.  She stayed there, swaying.  Tortuously swaying
those beautiful buttocks for my pleasure.  I pushed my clothes down my
thighs and off my legs.  I sat back on my heels again, reaching up pulled
her back to me.  The contact was better than before as I brought my thighs
in to touch her; she rubbing her ass on my dick trying to get me to go
faster.  I wouldn't.  I touched her back, her arms, her shoulders, her
necks.  My hands came down to separate her ass from my body, I pulled her
up and pushed her forward.  She put her hands on the chair again, this time
she just hung her head.  Soon.  We both knew.  Soon.  Her ass was in the
most interesting position now, Her torso was above her waist so her ass was
beautifully curved.  I touched, caressed, pulled my knees back so that I
could reach forward and kiss, lick, bite.  She reacted to every touch, the
scent of arousal was getting stronger.  I came up on my knees inches behind
her.  I moved my dick until it was resting on the cleft of her ass.  She
wriggled around moving her ass left, right, up, down trying to position me
to enter her.  I pulled back until she stopped and then placed myself
carefully back along her cleft.  I would touch the sides of her body with
my hands pull her back to have the underside of my dick ride the cleft.  I
reached down and grabbing each asscheek spread her ass and rode along the
separation again.  I pulled back suddenly and positioned myself to bump her
clit as my hips came forward; I kept the contact.  I reached down to hold m
yself and started running the head of my dick on her labia, using myself to
rub where her clit would be.  Melisa had learned to hate this, not really,
but she didn't like it, not really, but she hated it while it was happening
only afterwards was she willing to admit she wanted me to do it again the
next time.  I rubbed the head of my dick on her lips, on the skin between
labia and thigh, up and down on her clit.  I pulled myself back and put my
hand between us, I forced her upper body down more until she pushed the
chair out of the way and had her hands on the floor with her arms straight.
I put my hand on her.  I used my fingerpads to rub just her lips.  She
started to wriggle around a lot more, I inserted one finger, she was wet,
hot.  I moved the finger in a slow circle.  I pulled back out and moved
down to her clit.  It was fully extended, wanting attention.  I gave it;
holding two fingers on either side I rubbed them against her.  She clenched
her butt tightly, pulled forward, relaxed and pushed back against my hand.
I continued with small circles on the tip of her clit almost not touching
her.  She started making small noises and her head was moving up and down.
I continued the circles with one hand as the other explored her asscheeks
with light caresses.  Down to whatever part of her thighs I could touch
without stopping the motion on her clit.  I stopped the circles held two
fingers against her.  She started moving on my fingers.  I let her.  The
motions became more intense as she was driving herself to orgasm by using
my fingers.  I started moving in the opposite direction that I felt her
move.  My other hand was trailing nails along her spine, up and down.  The
noises emanating were become stronger.  The motion on my hand became more
violent making it tougher for me to go against her body movement.  I
reached across us, having to move slightly, to my bookbag lying just next
to us.  I opened the outer pouch and pulled out the condom pack.  It was a
remnant of the days before Melisa.  I opened it with one hand, pulled the
pack apart the same way.  I came back up behind her, and putting the
package between my teeth ripped it open.  One handed is difficult but not
impossible and with Mary kneeling in front of me wanting more it was easy
to stave off frustration.  I pulled my hand off her back, and grabbed
myself I pushed forward, replacing my fingers with the head of my dick, she
reacted to change in temperature, texture, and rigidity.  Her movement
became controlled, driving herself toward climax.  I waited helping by
moving my dickhead on her clit.  I felt the moment come and smiled.  She
released a long low moan, as she clenched her ass.  She came, her upper
body came down to rest her head on her hands, her ass was clenching and
unclenching.  I grabbed her hip when I felt her begin her orgasm with my
left hand, not letting her slide forward as her head came down.  I waited
another second as she started to descend from the sensation adjusting
myself so I was just at the entrance to her pussy.  I felt her start to
take a deep breath in recovery, and drove myself forward.  She came up in
one quick scream of pleasure on her hands ,her back arched, pushing back,
pulling forward her body unable to decide whether to come down or go back
up again in the middle of penetration.  I gave her no choice, holding her
firmly drove my hips forward until I was completely seated inside her.  She
spiked upward again as she wrapped her arms across her breast and pressed
her forehead against the carpet.  I waited, comfortable where I was.  Her
pussy gripped and released me as her second orgasm dissipitated.  I waited.
Her hands came around she started to push herself up, her ass began to
circle.  I pulled back and drove forward again.  She wasn't done, her back
arched as I accentuated the motion on the second surge, slow, easy, deep.
Back, slow, easy, deep.  I felt her grip me and release me fighting the
backward motion of my dick, and giving herself to the penetration.  I
wanted her but what had been found missing in all of this kept me
controlled.  Slow, easy, deep.  It continued until she began to wriggle
restlessly again, I looked down pulling her hips until her ass was touching
my lower stomach.  A germ of a thought crossed my mind and I started to
bring it to fruition.  I could not have a Sibling's giving, but I would
take everything she had to give at least.  I brought my hand down to run
fingertips across her nipples.  The hand traveled down her stomach into her
pubic hair and onto her clit, I could touch my latex covered penis.  I
started rubbing at her clit, she reacted to it wriggling madly against me.
I stopped, pulled almost completely out and quickly in again.  She reacted
to that motion by pulling forward and back again forcing me to almost exit
and a more violent repenetration than I had wanted.  I used my other hand
to keep her ass in contact with me, holding her in place while my other
hand worked on her clit.  She started to move just her ass striving to get
me to move.  I pulled back and out completely.  I replaced hands working on
her clit, I heard a moan of denial and felt an increase on the motion of
her clit on my hand.  I penetrated one finger trying to keep my thumb on
her clit moving.  I pulled her hips back and down a bit, and moved forward
at a slightly different angle.  She had lubricated the condom with herself
so that was no worry.  I put the tip of my dick just on her asshole.  She
reacted, her head came up and she tried to raise the angle she was at. 
Leaving my dick at the entrance, I used one hand to hold her hips still and
the other to press in on her clit.  She kept trying to move me from her
asshole, but the pressure on her clit was climbing her higher on her
orgasm. She didn't want to but her body was beyond that as the third orgasm
approached and was wanted, she stilled when I took the pressure off, she
pushed back on me forcing my dickhead onto her asshole.  I put the pressure
of my fingers back on her clit, she sighed in relief.  Her ass was
motionless this time.  I spread her asscheeks with the the thumb and pinky
of the hand playing with her clit, I held myself on her with my other hand.
Continuing the pressure, I drove myself forward into her asshole.  The
motto had changed from slow for seduction, to slow out of need.  Her body
was fighting itself.  Discomfort against pleasure, pleasure against
discomfort.  I kept moving forward until the head of my dick was in her
ass. I waited there.  The rest would be easier having gotten the crown
inside now.  But I let her adjust.  The pleasure on her clit had leveled
off and I waited with everything inside me screaming to move forward.  She
started coming up again.  I started the slow movement forward again.  It
was tortuous but the pressure on me was intense enough to be all
worthwhile. It took time until I was completely inside her, stopping
whenever she leveled off again, only to start again as her body got closer
again.  Finally, I was fully inside her, the hand underneath her made the
position uncomfortable but the incredible feeling of her around my dick had
discomfort fighting pleasure, and pleasure was winning.  I pulled back
slowly, and repeated the same insane crawl forward.  Again.  The hand on
her pussy never stopped moving, and she came again.  This time her body
nearly collapsed, her legs giving out, only my penetration of her held her
in place, but her weight was slipping me out.  I put my hand on the floor
and moved back with her slide.  She was resting on her stomach her ass
lifted a bit by my dick being inside it.  I could feel the complete
relaxation of her body.  Once she had achieved a final resting position, I
put my hands on either side of her supporting my weight, and pumped myself
back into the depth of her ass.  I could see the last orgasm had relaxed
her to the point where there was no longer any discomfort, she was moving
her ass to increase my pleasure whenever I had myself totally inside her. I
kept the slow pumping motion, in and out of her ass.  I didn't want to hurt
her and the pressure seemed to make up for not being able to pump hard into
her.  I kept up the slow in and out motion, until I could feel it building
slowly inside me.  She must have felt the change in size because she moaned
and started working her hips up to me to give my penetrations a lot more
force.  I was trying to not pump hard but the need to cum was almost
commanding the situation.  I drove myself in one hard push completely
inside her, trying to control the need.  She finished it for me, by
starting slowly pumping her ass as much as she could with my weight on top
of her.  It was only an inch, but I was getting the movement needed to put
me over the top.  I came down, and bit into her neck as the most intense
orgasm I had ever felt took my body.  She kept moving her ass underneath me
as my dick jerked inside her.  I was shifting my hips driving me an inch
back and taking that inch back to get all out of this experience.  Finally,
I started to come down.  I lay on her back for a minute enjoying the
sensation of my dick slowly softening inside her.  I pulled out and reached
down to remove the condom.  I put in the garbage can right next to our
head. I lay back down with my dick on her ass.  She touched my hair.

   "You're not planning to leave that in there, are you?"

   I started laughing and when I rolled over on my back continiong to
laugh, she put an arm over my chest and started laughing with me.

   Later, we were in the shower.  My boss is somewhat of a spoiled man, so
his office has a real shower in it.  Not a work shower, but one good enough
to have in your home.  I knew that early on he spent a lot of time at the
restaurant and had probably had a need for it.  I thanked it for him now,
as Mary was on her knees in front of me, her back to the showerhead with my
dick in her mouth slowly, ever so slowly taking me inside her mouth taking
me out and licking what she could.  We had lain on the carpet for a while,
I had tried to rub out some of the carpet burn on her knees.  We talked, we
played, it led to a steamy shower.  After a much heated beginning to the
shower where we soaped ourselves right into arousal, I expressed concern
about the problems with condoms and showers.  She looked at me having just
begun her treatment of my dick with her tongue and mouth and asked me if
she could trust me.  Regular testing before Melisa and with Melisa's sexual
experience having been a vibrator and me had me nodding at her seriously. I
knew about her and Derik so I was as comfortable with it as I could be
nowadays.  The shower continued ending with her against the wall with me
inside her, water spraying on my back.  She marked my shoulder with her
teeth as this time her orgasm drove me down to sit on my heels, this
limited my movement but gave her more leverage.  She grabbed my head and
looked at me.  She pumped up and down moving herself into another orgasm
and taking me with her.  The entire time she held my head and looked into
my eyes.  Her eyes were a dark-green in the midst of passion and slowly
turned to a dark soft blue on her way down.

   I drove her home.  We sat outside her apartment building for awhile
talking.  "This isn't going to happen again is it, David?" she asked me
looking up at her window.  "No, it's not." I sighed depressed.  "Why?" I
put my hands on my face and put my elbows on the steering wheel.  Thinking
of how to say it.  "You showed me tonight what I want in my life Mary." I
turned to look at her she was looking at me, "You can't be that, or maybe I
don't know or I can't ask you to be that." She nodded, "The blonde in the
car?" "Yeah, she can be that.  I could go home and tell her about this and
there wouldn't be an issue except maybe why I didn't call her to share."
"That's not all of it is it?" "No, it's not just other women.  I don't
think you could give me..everything.." after a moment I continued, "I
want." She nodded slowly, "You know we never even kissed." I smiled at her,
I reached across the center to pull her toward me.  We shared a gentle kiss
of things that couldn't be anymore.  I pulled back.  "Are you going to be
okay?" I asked.  She looked up at her apartment window for a long moment.
"Yeah, I'll be okay." "Derik?" "You showed me a few things too, David. 
Derik was one of them."

   I nodded slowly.  I opened my door walked around the car to her door.  I
opened it putting my hand in to help her out.  She came out and stood
inches from me.  I moved sharing another kiss with her.  I guided her away
from the door and closed it behind her.  Holding her hand, I walked her to
the front door of the building.  We stood at the door looking at each
other. We shared a final kiss before she unlocked the door and stepped
inside.  She put her hand on the window once inside, I touched the pane on
my side where her hand was.  She smiled and turned her back to me.

   I got back in my car and started driving.  I don't know how long for but
I finally hit water.  I got out and walked onto the sand staring out at the
water.  Mary had showed me a lot more than I had suggested but I still had
to think it through.  I stayed out on the sun until the sun came up
enjoying the beginning of the new day.  I walked back and started driving
home.

   She lives a town away from the school.  I drove into her driveway,
getting out delibaretly.  I walked up to the door and started ringing her
doorbell.  Eventually the door opened to her standing there in a bathrobe
staring at me.

   "Mr.  Feather don't we think that a Sunday morning is an inappropriate
time to talk to me about a problem you might be having with your work." She
smiled as she said that.  It was a mistake.

   I walked past her and inside she moved back as the motion began, her
eyes widened in surprise at the action.  She closed the door though.

   I looked around the living room.  It was compact, feminine, everything
in it had her touch on it.  I smiled looked around.  It was only a one
story and the kitchen was attached to the living room so the hallway that I
saw in front of me had to lead to the bathroom and her bedroom.

   "David" she said.  I could hear the touch of nervousness in her voice. I
turned to look at her.  The short black hair was tousled my having gotten
her out of bed, the robe had gotten tighter around her body, I looked at it
and smiled at her.  She shifted, her eyes were studying me looking for what
was different.

   "The grade thing stops." I said.

   "What?" she looked surprised.

   "The grade thing.  You're scaring Rachel with it.  Melisa knows the deal
but cnot Rachel.  She doesn't need that shit in her life.  It stops."

   "You're joking."

   "Rachel is not involved in this thing between us.  I want her left not
involved."

   "You're not letting her be not involved with THIS thing between you and
Melisa."

   I looked at her for a moment.  She started shifting again.

   "No, but Melisa is asking her to be involved no matter how slowly.  If
she says no, it's still a no and I will ensure that Melisa leaves her
alone. If you want her involved then ask her."

   "Oh, walk up to her and say.  Hi, I'm a member of a two thousand year
old order that believes in elitism.  You're housemate happens to be one of
the higher tier members that I happen to be playing games with.  Oh what
does our society believe in, hmm let me see.  Have you ever heard of sexual
domination games?  Well, it's like that but it's just not sex it's
everything in our social sphere."

   "Yes."

   She froze.

   "What?"

   "Yes." I repeated.

   "You want me to walk up to her and tell her about Brothers and
Siblings?"

   "No, if you want her involved, I want you to walk up to her and ask her,
and not just involve her.  If what it takes is to give her an avid
description of Brothers and Siblings then do so.  Otherwise.." I walked to
stand in front of her enunciating clearly "leave her uninvolved."

   She took a small step backwards, looking at me.  The brown eyes had
surprise in them, a touch of fear, but deep in the background, excitement.

   "Mr.  Feather, you cannot tell me how to grade your work." Her defenses
were rallying.

   I smiled at her taking away that small step.  "You are not grading the
work the group is turning in.  We've done better work than the other three
groups."

   "That's not fair, two of the groups only have two people in them."

   I shrugged, "They also turn in less work than we and the other three
person group does.  If you're weighing us then they should turn in just as
much."

   She looked at me.

   I raised my hand and pushed some of her hair behind an ear.  "It stops
Sheila.  It stops right now."

   She smiled at me, there was rising challenge in her eyes.

   I touched a finger to her lips.  "That stops too."

   "Huh?" she took a step back confused.

   "I don't have anything to prove to you Sheila."

   The challenge in her eyes was spreading to the rest of her body.

   I sighed, I moved over to the sofa and sat down heavily.  I put my thumb
and index finger over my eyes to rub some of the exhaustion out of them. 
When I opened my eyes she was standing at my feet looking down at me, I
smiled up at her.

   "In basic training I was assured of one thing, after they were done with
me I would longer have to prove anything to anyone else.  That was my
mistake, Sheila, I forgot I didn't have to prove anything to you, or anyone
else.  The ring.." I pointed my crestless ring at her.  "The ring proves
everything, Sibling."

   "I am not a Sibling." she bit out every word.

   I sat there looking at her, "The color of the ring does not matter, grey
or white to a Brother.."

   "you"

   "are"

   "a"

   "Sibling."

   "More spice than a normal Sibling but only because we allow it.  For our
enjoyment.  Sibling."

   She looked down at me some of the challenge drained out of her.  I stood
up, she did not move.  She looked at me, she was resurging.

   I touched her face, "It's what you want Sheila.  The challenge is there
but you want to know in the end I'll win.  That the Brother will win."

   She took a step back now still watching me carefully.

   "It's the same for taking a Sibling, you want there to be a challenge
but you want to have them in the end.  It doesn't matter does it.  It could
be a fast challenge or a slow one at the end of it you want the same thing
to always happen."

   She took a step forward.

   "No, Sibling.  You have too much to lose, but don't worry in September I
won't be your student." I smiled at her almost incousantly.

   I walked around her and to the door.

   "I guess you can't handle me."

   I smiled with my hand on the doorknob.  I turned around and leaned on
the door she was standing there the robe opened I could see crystal green
silk underneath.  Her head was tilted in challenge, her eyes burned with
something more.  I smiled at her and myself.

   "Now, how did I know you wouldn't leave well enough alone."

   I started toward her.





   A phone rings.  A hand reaches to answer.

   "hello." a voice arising from a deep sleep.

   "Yeah, she's right here."

   A body turns to face the other body beside it.  "Melisa." A hand reaches
out to stroke a face gently.  Eyelids open to allow green eyes to look at
blue.

   "Phone." A gentle smile in wonder.

   A small hand reaches to take the phone.

   "hello." A satisfied curious voice.

   Across the line, a lazy voice reaches.

   "He's crossed over." it informs.  The smugness can be felt even through
the line.

   Sitting up suddenly, green eyes surprised, hopeful.

   "How?"

   "The usual way, dear."

   "No, goddamnit, how do you know?"

   A smile can be heard in the voice at it reaches her phone.

   "Because he's in my house, but I'm lying in his bed."

   Tears form in green eyes clouding them, her partner sits up concerned as
a small sob escapes.  A hand reaches to touch.

   "Are you okay, Melisa?  What is it?"

   She turns to look into blue eyes.  She gives her a smile filled with
joy. She reaches to stroke a face she struggled to hate before that
jealousy surrendered to a Sibling's giving.

   "I'm okay, Rachel."

   "Is it David?" Concerned, nervous.

   She holds the phone away from her and reaches to kiss eyelids.  They
share a moment.  She tries to put what has happenned into those kisses. 
The other knows something has changed but is afraid to ask what.

   She returns to the phone.

   "Are you sure?"

   Soft laughter as the voice replies, "He came to me and if he had asked
me to crawl to him naked, to turn, and put my head on the floor
surrendering my body to him, I would have given him everything else.  It
would have been a joy to take him into my body like that.  But he didn't.
He gave and gave and gave, Melisa.  He gave until I cried and my body could
take nothing from him anymore.  Baby, he's crossed over."

   "Thank you."

   She hangs up the phone, the tears in her eyes are falling now.  She
tries to hold them to turn to the woman next to her.  The woman looks up at
her confused, she knows the tears are joy but does not know for what; a
hand reaches down to run the confusion of her brow.

   "Rachel, I have to tell you a story."









  
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   El Sol speaks --

   "Hmmm, so what do you people think about this.  Someone gave it an
appropriately style psychologically based dom.  I liked it, if someone has
a better suggestion.  As I reread it, I started to question whether it is
actually a 'dom' story or not.  What do you guys think?  It might be
something to reinforce in the final draft.  How come I haven't been
Celesteviewed yet :( 4 stories and no view *tears* Is there enough
description of the females?  I left it a little vague trying to capture a
larger taste group?  Cause I love all blondes, but others might be more
specific and since I'm working with templates for the females I could
describe them much better.  Anyway in an effort to save time here's what's
left.

   Chapter 11 Rape (probably another really long part still struggling with
whether

   or not to have a sex scene in this chapter, there is a way to

   put it in but it's iffy how to define the sex)



   Chapter 12 Kori (You've seen her on the web, I want her, to be honest
this

   entire fiasco was written just to write this one sex scene

   her in it.  Which says a lot about how I do things, write

   227 k probably end up with a half megabyte story all to

   go through one fantasy with one woman who isn't even a central

   part of the story.  Talk about fore, and afterplay.

   Chapter 13 Stephanie {Can't say much without giving away too much, this
is a

   problem chapter which will have to be worked out before

   I can continue the story}

   Chapter 14 Rachel {Rachel is Rachel and will probably be in everyone of
my stories

   considering how obsessed I am with her template.}

   That will be it.  A few things.  A) I love beautiful women, so probably
sheila will be the worst looking in the story, sorry if it's my fantasy
they are at least pretty.  B) I love blondes, blonde pubic hair is/has
been/will always be my #1 turn-on will probably try to tone it down but it
is after all my fantasy.  C) Male domination, kinda sorta is a theme
throughtout my work.  Mostly because I love romance novels and their
running theme of strong overpowering men.  Also because to a great extent I
am emotionally that type of person where if the partner is weak she will be
swamped.  There will be some work (21 fantasies that might not involve
this) and others that where the theme will just be personality based
(Antonio) but for the most part I think that element will always run
through the stories.  Again, it's my fantasy therefore no apologies.  Come
along if you want otherwise that's okay also.

   The Cycle of El Sol Email me for copies of those stories already
written.

   1) Introduction to your Seduction (written) (?/f)

   Realistic story about seduction.  Not much to say about it a little
ambigous about the sex of the protagonist otherwise the worst of my work in
my opinion.  Not bad, just not great work.

   2) Stalking (written) {mf}

   He watches her.  He stalks her.  Would it scare you if this was your
stalker?

   3) Master or Slave {written} {mf,mff}

   The most intense piece so far.  Written in a basic reaction to so many
femdom stories.  I thought I could even things out a bit.  Essentially, a
domfem misreads a friend and pays the price for it.

   4) A Master's ring {1/2 written} {mf, maybe some ff if I can figure out
how to do that scene}

   The induction and life of a member in a two thousand year old secret
society of Dom and Subs.  Not a normal sub-dom relationship type story
mostly because of the foundational differences between types is mostly
based on their different psychological, emotional, and social needs.

   5) Bus Story {thought out} {mf} Two people return home and to a new job
after their freshman year.  They talk about their first year, get to know
each other, try to live out some of those things they had wanted for
themselves that year.

   6) Antonio (thought out) {mf, a touch incestous depending how you see a
non-blood

   relationship that to society would be familial but is not

   to the people living it.)

   A mutant birth of a full blown empath.  Projection of emotions, healing
factor, absorption of wounds and pain from others.  The life and times
of...

   Questionably mind-control a lot more plot than A Master's ring.  The
return of Rachel.

   7) 21 fantasies (ongoing work once Antonio ends)(mf)

   21 fantasies involving you guessed it.

   8) The Subtle Touch or The Call {mf}

   Mind-control, I read a lot of mind-control stories and found most of
them to not take the power of the mind into account.  Either of these
stories will do as an experiment in how I could really make it work.  The
Subtle Touch would start at the age of 14 but the The Call would be a lot
more conventional start around 24.  Maybe both stories will be written but
only if I can make them very different from each other and from Antonio.

   9 or 10) The end of the El Sol cycle.  I thought about taking the
alt.sex.stories forum to the limits and I came up with

   Slipping Into The Out of.

   This is a MASSIVE work, one of the chapters when described to a friend
got me slapped (figuratively) for not writting it as a novel to sell to a
publisher.  *shrug* Anyway, this will be a fully cooperative work, I will
handle the first two universes the lead slips into, the third was already
suggested depending whether or not I actually make that into a fictional
novel will decide where the adventure goes from there.  If I don't then her
suggestion is accepted as the third universe.  From then on the individuals
of a.s.s.  and a.s.s.m.  will be given the opportunity to suggest possible
universes to slip into.  Priority will probably be given to those people
that have corresponded with me thus far and the length of the story itself
will depend on how much time the lead NEEDS to spend in the universe.

   Do I have time for this stuff?  Taking a year off before law school so
unless I find a great job, i'll be working 40 hours at the school labs
doing not much of anything except writing a few scripts, a few short
stories and going through the cycle of El Sol.

   Thank you for listening to me rant and put this all down, to clarify
where I'm going with my alt.sex.stories career.













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