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Here is the second in the Tales series.  Enjoy!!



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Tales of Lost Souls Two: Gary By: H.D. Meister



Gary sat quietly.  Time was nothing more than a minor hindrance to him
now, especially since he knew that Abby was due to drop by.  The
computer in front of him was muted.  It’s screen was black.

He met her at one of the local parties, and was not entirely sure why
he even decided to go to the party.  But he did, and there he met a
young lady with golden hair and a smile warm enough to melt the polar
caps.

They quickly became friends, something which bothered him.  He was not
known for making friends;  most considered him all too arrogant.  The
truth, as Abby dragged from him, was that he had been alone for most
of his life.  He had mastered the skill of appearing friendly, but
abandoned its use... for personal reasons.  Yet Abby had easily
befriended him.

So it was that he was sitting in front of his computer, waiting for a
friend in need.  The soft knock on the door let him know that his time
was coming.  He walked slowly towards the door, letting his mind
wander towards the moments ahead.  Abby had just broken up with
someone whom said all of the right things.  Too bad he did not mean
any of them.  Now she sought solace within the arms of someone she
considered a friend.  And Gary heard the clarion call of Doom.

He knew all too well what could happen:  sex.  Not that he did not
like the idea.  She was a very beautiful woman, and her spirit was a
blazing inferno which often lit his dark days.  If they were to have
sex, Gary wanted it to be because she wanted it as well...   not
because she was weak and he was there.  He wanted no excuses.  He
wanted to give no apologies.

“Come in, Abby,” he spoke.  His words were hollow, but he did not
try to cover it.  He wanted her to know full well what she was about
to step in to.

“Gary,” she said.

He was hit full force with the truth of his name.  She knew, and
accepted, what would happen.  Gary knew that they would have sex on
this evening, and she would not hold him accountable for the
inevitable.  Still, he was concerned.  He watched as Abby turned and
took a seat, just beside his computer.

He could not stop the smile which crept onto his lips.  He often said
he did his best thinking when sitting in front of his computer.  Abby
wanted him at his best.  He sat down in front of his computer and
began working on a poem which had been dormant on his hard drive for
close to six months.

The story was familiar to Gary, and he listened as he began to type
out stray thoughts.  Abby believed the words that she was told.  She
wanted desperately to believe that he actually loved her, and did not
want sex.  Time, and a chance visit to a frat party, told her
otherwise.  She watched as her boyfriend fucked some strange woman
doggy style.  She heard him call his sex partner a “...hot little
bitch.”  Now, all she wanted was the company of a friend.

A distant ping made him stop typing.  There was something she was
holding from him.  He turned to face her, and found her fighting
desperately to hold back tears.

“There’s something else,” he said.  It did not come as a shock that
his words dripped lust.

“While I watched them... I saw...”

“Say it, Abby.  Please.”

“I wanted to be her... and I wanted you to...”

The answer was so obvious that Gary had to smile.  He knew how Abby
felt about her virginity, and hoped that she eventually found someone
to give this most special of presents.  He touched her cheek and
marveled at the tenderness he possessed.  He had always though of
himself as a closet brute, a being more than a little capable of
destroying lives without the hint of remorse.  Abby had shown him that
he was gentle.

His hand dropped away from her face as she rose slowly and approached
him.  For but a thought, he pondered the many ways to escape a
situation which he had often dreamed about, and spent many moments in
the bathroom contemplating.  He dismissed them all as she straddled
him.  He thrilled as her short black hair kissed his neck.  And he
held her gently as she sobbed quietly.

She cried for close to twenty minutes, and through it all, Gary sat
there, being nothing more than a friend.  He knew his manhood was
hard, harder than he could recall.  But he put aside his own lust.
When she lifted her head, he wiped the last tear from her face, and
looked long on her features.  Her eyes were soft and caring.  In fact,
her whole face was nothing more than a museum dedicated to the raw
emotional strength of the human being he knew lay within.  He kissed
her on the forehead, and smiled as she chuckled softly.  There was no
turning back now.

She rose, and made her way towards the television.  Gary followed her,
taking a seat on the floor.  His mind quickly went over the various
locales of his hidden caches of condoms.  He knew there were at least
three full dozen packs of condoms within easy reach, but something
gnawed at him.  Abby would not want him to use a condom.  Even though
they both shared the “no glove, no love” belief, he suspected that
this would be one time when she, and he, would ignore this long
standing tenement.  He watched as she tuned the television to a movie,
one he had not seen, then sat down between his spread legs and nestled
herself in his arms.  The movie ended, only to be followed by another.
This one he had seen.  It was an R-rated Friday night sex film... with
a plot.

The soft, seductive scent of Abby soothed him as it drove him closer
to the beast known as Lust.  He did not care;  this was what he had
envisioned on many nights as sleep claimed him.  He was holding Abby
in his arms, and the world made sense.  When she reached up to stroke
his freshly shaven face, he sighed.

“Have you ever wondered what I looked like naked?”

“Often,” he chuckled.

His arms removed themselves as she rose.  She turned to face him and
was about to remove her shirt when he frowned.  She stopped, and Gary
knew that she was more attuned to him than he dared admit.  He wanted
the pleasure of removing her clothing.

He actually did not know where to begin, so he began by removing her
shirt.  Once it was free, he took time to fold it neatly and place it
on the sofa behind him.  She wore a white bra, and her nipples seemed
to cry out for a touch... his touch.  Soon enough, he reminded
himself.  Next he knelt on one knee and unbuckled her belt.  Next came
the button fly of her jeans.  Before removing her pants, two things
slapped him:  she had removed her shoes and was wearing a pair of
jeans she had bought while they had gone shopping one Saturday.  Why
he suddenly remembered this last fact caused him to smile warmly, a
smile he had long thought he would never again feel.  He let his hands
do as they would, and they chose to hesitate in removing the panties.
They chose instead to slide at a snails pace over the exposed flesh of
Abby’s stomach.

Seconds ticked by with a loudness and clarity.  Gary heard each
tick-tock, but they held no importance now.  All that mattered was the
black cotton jeans before him, and the treasure they hid.  He forced
his eyes to lock with hers, and his hands to remove her jeans.  They
moved with care, and soon he was aware that she was free of the jeans.
Yet he remained focused on Abby’s eyes.  They were soft and caring,
overflowing with trust.  It was then that he heard the words she had
spoken not more than three days earlier:  “I trust you.”

Her smile was the nod, and he lowered his eyes.  He witnessed as she
ran her tongue over her lips, and marveled at the sublime glow they
assumed.  He took in every ounce of flesh.  As his eyes closed in on
the sight of her white panty clad mound of love, he heard another
sound.

He had not heard the growl of Lust in close to three years, but knew
its tenor well.  He paused, the object of many dreams a breath away,
in order to fully feel the beast awaken within him.  His blood began
to boil, and he began to breathe heavy.  Gary let himself be filled
with the raw essence of lust.  Then, he stopped.

Before him stood a close friend... someone who trusted him.  And he
trusted her.  He wanted nothing more than to be there for her now.
She needed him and, he realized, he needed the comfort she offered him
freely.

He moved his face closer to her crotch.  The sweet scent of an aroused
woman tickled his nose, and made his mouth water.  He stopped just
before his nose touched the satin panties which shielded Abby’s cunt.
His hands, which had taken purchase on his thighs, now rose to touch
the soft, feminine flesh of her legs.  As they made contact, the Lust
within him achieved monstrous status.  He licked his lips in
anticipation.  His hands glided easily over her skin, which had a thin
covering of sweat over them.  He smiled;  the temperature had risen
quite a bit in the living room.

He rose quickly.  The living room was no place to complete his dream.
It was apparent that Abby felt the same way, for she turned and walked
towards his bedroom.  Gary followed, taking time to reign in the fury
Lust steadily stoked in his loins.  He stopped at the doorway and
watched as she continued into his room, stopping before the large
mirror over his dresser.

Gary smiled.  She was more beautiful than he had imagined.  He joined
her, standing behind her.  He was slightly taller than she, and her
hair, touched with the same natural aura as her smile, lay seductively
under his nose.  He wanted to say something, but changed his mind.
Words were not necessary.

He stepped back, and watched as she turned to face him.  The elegance
of so simple a motion was more than he would have thought he could
stand, yet he stood still as she began to remove his clothing.  Fist
came his tee shirt, done in one quick motion.  A chuckle escaped;  she
was even worse off than he was.  Yet he forced his patience, such as
it was, to find its way towards her.  His eyes took in each feature of
her face as Abby removed his jogging pants.  With one flick of his
legs, he stood before her, naked except for his cotton underwear.
Then he hugged her.

The bellow of Lust within him deafened him.  It wanted to please the
woman before him, and did not understand why it had to wait.  Gary
bathed himself in its fury, but did not join it totally.  Instead he
enjoyed the sensation of flesh on flesh.  His manhood throbbed
painfully.  He flashed to the future, when it would explode, sending
his seed into her.

Mouth dry, he released the clasp on her bra, and removed her bra,
letting it fall to the ground.  Then, after three agonizing seconds,
he wrapped his tongue around one of Abby’s stiff nipples.  The
remembrance of the succulent flavor of human flesh brought a deep moan
from within him, and he heard and felt Abby inhale sharply and deeply.
His tongue felt the rise of heat as it washed down her breast and into
his mouth.  A flood of saliva cascaded down his tongue.

He nursed at the nipple like a new born, and his hands roamed free
over Abby’s back, traveling ever downwards.  They kneaded the plump,
flesh mounds of her butt, feeling the fabric of her panties, and
itching with the need to remove this last barrier.  As he was about to
give them permission, he decided to taste her essence, filtered
through the panties she wore.  There was nothing perverse about his
decision;  he just wondered what she tasted like.

But first, there was the rest of her.  He took his time, savoring each
iota of flesh his lips and tongue touched.  His eyes caught sight of
her hands, which were unsure as to what to do with themselves.  He was
patient, more patient than Lust would obviously liked.  But Gary was
on an exploration... of himself as well Abby.  He found what he was
looking for when his lips met with one rounded butt cheek.  Abby
groaned, leaned back and placed her hands on the dresser.  Now was the
time.

Gary moved easily, letting his tongue slide down the hidden crack
between her butt until it found her cunt.  The first taste drove him
even closer to becoming one with Lust’s cravings.  With skills he
learned years ago, he teased her clit and found himself drowning in
the sounds of her gasps and moans as she reached the plateau.  She was
cumming, but it was not what he wanted.  He wanted to see her as she
experienced the orgasm only written about in erotic novels.  With one
re-write;  she would not awake in the morning with a clear picture of
what happened.

He filled his belly with her juices, and he was still hungry.  He
stood slowly, dragging his body along the sweat covered flesh of her
back.  She turned sideways, and he lifted one leg as she pulled his
underwear off.  As his fell to the ground, he rubbed his cock against
her cunt.  He had hoped to make the moment last longer, but he
realized that neither he nor she could withstand any more.  Pulling
the crotch of her panties aside, he filled her with his manhood and
gasped loudly.  He had been inside of other women, and knew the
sensation, but this was totally different.  He wasted no time with
preliminaries, and thrust into her love with an urgency.  Her eyes
said that she was close;  all that held her on the edge was her
desire... that he join her.  A quick move placed her on his bed with
him on top.  Gary showed no mercy as he kept filling her with his
manhood.  The sound of two people having sex was long a memory, but
now it was a welcome thing.  Every nerve in his body was alive and
aware.  And somewhere, deep within him, came a familiar voice:
‘There will be time enough for the rest.  Enjoy.’

His orgasm hit at the exact moment that Abby’s tore through her body.
He could see her mouth fall open, but heard not a sound.  Blast after
blast of his seed slammed into her sex, and he did not care.  Even if
she did get pregnant, he would stay with her.  He loved her, and
admitted it fully.  Even as he came, he never stopped plunging into
her.  Eventually, he could no longer stand the pleasure.  Before sleep
claimed him, he saw the content look on her face.  And she slept, with
the voice of his mentor in his ears:  ‘there is always tomorrow.’


Gary felt the morning sunlight try to invade his room, and decided to
let it.  He had taken the final step necessary.  He knew he was in
love, and he knew that, come what may, he would never be the same.
And for once... he enjoyed the light, and the future it illuminated.


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