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                            Grey
                        by Lysander
                  (lysander@bitsmart.com)
Part 1b


The conversation just seemed to die after that.
The movie ended and Grey went to her own room.  Idiot! I
yelled at myself inside my head.  I couldn't have asked
for a clearer signal than that, and I had blown it.  I
didn't think that Grey was the type of woman who would
throw herself at a man after even such a half-hearted
rebuff as I had given her.  So I resolved to stop
thinking of our relationship as anything more than
friendship.  I had just talked myself out of a potential
lover, I thought. Naturally, my ambiguity resolves
itself right after I shoot myself in the foot.

Dallas was covered in conventioneers.  We were late
getting to the hotel and discovered my reserved room had
been rented.  Naturally there was nothing for Grey.  An
hour's search found one hotel room (in Dallas!), so I
gave them my credit card number and we followed the
directions. It was a small motel that the interstates
had ignored, but there were double beds and the room was
clean.  Grey seemed to take the change in accommodations
well.  I, however, was worried.  Here I finally had her
in the same room with me for the entire night, and I had
as much as told her I wasn't interested.  How was I
going to act calm?  How could I broach the subject?  You
know, Grey, I've changed my mind: I'd give my left arm
to sleep with you.  Sure.

So I told her I was going to look up an old friend
and would probably be out late and she should just go to bed
without waiting up.  Of course, I didn't have a friend;
I just didn't want to face the next couple of hours with
Grey. After cruising around and getting lost, I found
myself in the parking lot of one of those big strip
clubs that caters to businessmen.  Big mistake.  The
last thing I needed to calm my nerves was to be in the
middle of a big room filled with horny convention-goers
and twenty to thirty naked women.  The shriners or
plumbers or whatever the hell they were were crude and
obnoxious, but they had lots of cash, so these tanned,
bare-breasted beauties kept parading past me.

They grow 'em big in Texas, and if they don't grow
'em, they can make 'em big.  But there was this one
girl. She had straight brunette hair and comparatively
small breasts.  Other than that, she didn't look much
like Grey. But I had her do a lap dance anyway.  Great
invention, lap dancing.  You can't touch her, but she'll
touch you, except where you want her to touch you.  But
that was okay, because I was thinking of Grey.  I
imagined Grey's hands on my face and chest.  I looked at
my watch and saw it was midnight. Grey would probably be
asleep, so I gave the dancer a generous tip and left.  I
could at least be in the same room with Grey, watch her
sleep, listen to her breathe.  I'll bet she's beautiful
when she's asleep, I thought.  Of course, she's
beautiful when she's awake.

She was beautiful.  And she was awake.

She was watching something on television, a movie,
I think.  She was wearing a floor-length dressing gown of
pure white, and her hair shone.  "Did you see your
friend?" she asked me.

"Uh, yeah, I saw him."

She stood to turn the television off.  "I can't
seem to go to sleep.  I'll just go in the bathroom and read,
so you can go to bed."  For some reason, she was more
stunning than ever, standing there in the dim light.

"No need.  I can handle a few more hours awake."

"Oh.  Okay."  She sat back in her chair, and I sat
on the bed.  We just sat there, saying nothing for the
longest time.  I thought she might be as tense as I was.

"Mark," she said at last.  I sat up, doing my best
to look attentive.  "I know how you feel about me.  But I'm
afraid I don't feel the same way.  So I think it's best
that I go on alone."

Jeez.  The only thing worse than having Grey beside
me and being afraid to touch her would be not having her
beside me at all.  "Grey, you don't have to... I mean, I
can control my feelings for you."

She stared back at me, dumfounded.  "But you said
you weren't interested in me.  Didn't you?"

She was attracted to me, too.

The weight on my chest disappeared.

"Yes, I did.  No, I...  I mean, I did, but I didn't
mean it.  That is, I wasn't sure how I felt, or how you
felt about me.  So I took the safe way out."

Like in an old melodrama, we were in each other's
arms.  We just held each other.  I was relieved more
than anything else, because the self-torture was over.  
The passion could come later.  Right now it was enough
just to know that I had her, that my feelings were
reciprocated.

But the passion couldn't wait for Grey.  Her mouth
sought mine, and, finding it, clamped tightly to my
lips. The morose young woman I had picked up in the
rain, the vivacious young woman who had captivated my
imagination, had become the passionate young woman who
was crushing me in her arms.  How many more Greys were
there?  I was eager to find out.

I returned her kisses with equal fervor.  We nibbled
on each other's lips and exploring tongues.  I inhaled
her perfume.  Perfume?  I gently pried Grey's delicious
body away from mine.  I looked at the dressing gown in a
new light.  With trembling fingers, I untied her belt.  
The satin robe fell open to reveal Grey, dressed for
seduction in a camisole and panties, garters and
stockings, all white.

"I wasn't sure if I wanted to seduce you or not,"
she explained, somewhat bashfully.  "I wanted to, but I
wasn't sure if it was what you really wanted.  You
know?"

"I know.  I know exactly.  When did you get these?"
She actually blushed, the first time I'd ever seen her
do that, and she was heartbreakingly beautiful.  "That
first day in Knoxville.  I had an idea."

I chuckled and pulled her back to me.  I let my hands
roam over her.  Soft satin and silk, soft skin.  I felt
warm fingers unbutton my shirt, soft moist lips against
my chest. "I suppose the swimsuit was for my benefit
also?"

I felt her head nod against my shoulder.  "And the
open door afterward.  But you were a perfect gentleman,
damn you."  She nipped at my chest with her teeth.

I laughed in surprise.  I took her tightly by the
waist and threw her on the bed.  I landed on top of her,
hands and knees on either side of her, my weight just
barely pressing down on her.  "I suppose you want some
kind of barbarian, hmm?"  I growled menacingly and
ripped at her robe.  Of course, all I did was pull it
off her shoulders. She just giggled.

Then she gave me the most serious look she had
ever given me.  "I just want you."

We kissed again, long and deep.  Grey pulled my
shirt off my back and tossed it away.  She ran her hands up
and down my arms, touching nothing but the hairs.  I
never knew my arms could be an erogenous zone, and maybe
they're not, except with Grey.  She explored every curve
of my torso while I kissed her.  My shoulder blades and
the crook of my neck, every vertebra, even my "love
handles" and short ribs. I was uncomfortable but still
highly aroused by the whole thing.

She unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, and I kicked
off my shoes.  Awkwardly, because I didn't want to break our
kiss, I slid my trousers and underwear off.  Now I
wanted to do her.  While I find sexy underwear
erotically and aesthetically pleasing, it's much more
fun to take them off. I sat on the bed and she stood
between my legs, her nylon-clad legs just barely
brushing against my erect member.  Her dressing gown
floated to the floor, forming a small cloud around her
feet.  I untied the fastenings of her camisole from the
bottom up, to prolong the delicious waiting before I
finally saw her breasts.

Ah.  They were everything I imagined them to be.
They stood straight out from her chest, two rounded-over
cones not large enough to sag even a millimeter.  The
slopes formed two pink nipples that were extensions of
the breasts more than separate features.  I placed my
mouth over the left one and sucked on it.  Her skin
tasted like spring, of some soap other than the
antiseptic kind in the motel shower.  Sweat was just
beginning to form along her sternum, and I licked the
moisture up on the way to her right breast. I twirled my
finger around the areola of the one I had abandoned
while I nibbled on the one in my mouth.  Grey moved her
hands up to my head and rubbed circles through my hair.

Then, taking my hands in hers, she moved them down
to her hips.  The garters had tiny ruffles on them,
something I hadn't noticed in the poor lighting.  Her
panties were on the outside of her garters, but I wanted
to save them for last.  I unclipped the garters from
each stocking.  It took a nice bit of feeling around
since my eyes were closed so I could concentrate on the
taste of her skin and the sound of her heavy breaths.  
When the stockings were no longer attached, I worked the
clasp on the back of the belt and pulled the garters
through the waistband of her panties.

Again, I took her by the hips and laid her on the
bed.  I pulled the low-heeled slippers off her feet and placed
her stockinged right foot on my shoulder.  I ran my
hands down her leg until I reached her stocking top.  I
willed myself to go no further.  Using my palms, I
rolled the stocking up her leg, while weaving long
patterns with my fingertips along the wondrously smooth
flesh of her leg.  When one leg was bare, I repeated the
process on the other leg, and it was even harder to stop
my hands from moving up beyond her stocking top.

All this time, Grey had been playing with her breasts,
cupping them and rubbing her hands along the undersides,
tweaking the nipples.  Her hands made a few abortive
movements down to her pelvis, but she was apparently
forcing herself to wait like I was.  But I would wait no
longer.  I took the waistband of her panties in the
hooked fingers of each hand and pulled them down her
thighs.  I kept my eyes on the stark white silk.  I
wanted no half-glimpses of her sex.  I wanted to see all
of her at once.

Grey was not so patient.  As the panties passed
her knees, she groaned in frustration and tried to kick out
of them.  Unfortunately, I was bringing my face down to
kiss her leg at the same time.

"Oh, my God.  Ohmygodohmygod!"  Suddenly Grey was
like a little girl who has just broken one of her mother's
crystal glasses.  My nose was numb, but I felt a trickle
of warmth on my upper lip.  I couldn't help myself.  I
burst out laughing.  I laughed so hard I couldn't sit
up.  I collapsed on my back, still laughing.  My nose
wasn't numb anymore; in fact, it hurt like hell, but I
laughed.

Grey had gone into the bathroom and now returned
with a damp cloth.  She tried to wash the blood off, but I
couldn't stop my head from moving as I laughed.  Now, I
feel like a jerk over the whole thing, but at the time,
the incongruity of events had me in hysterics.

Grey stood over me, hands on hips like a frustrated
mother hen.  "What's so funny?" she demanded.

I had finally been able to catch my breath.  "It's
just that... the first time in my... life... I've ever
had someone bloody... my nose... and it's the woman I
love." Then I burst out again.

But Grey didn't see the humor in it.  She pushed
against my forehead to hold me still.  I was now
completely out of breath, so I didn't resist much.  She
wiped away the blood.  She touched my nose gingerly.  
"Not broken," she muttered.  It wasn't bad at all.  
Already the blood was clotting in one nostril, and the
pain was almost completely gone.

In all the confusion, I had gone soft.  But looking
at Grey's nude body, seeing her completely for the first
time, was causing things to stir again.  Grey saw the
process, and decided to help it along.  She took my cock
in her cool fingers and stroked the underside.  Her
fingertips felt like silk as they roamed over my
lengthening shaft and wandered down to my heavy scrotum.
Grey looked into my eyes as she masturbated me.  She
got on the bed.  She spread my thighs and lay on her
stomach between them.  Propped on her elbows, she moved
her head closer to my erection and flicked her tongue
out.  My cock jumped in response, making Grey smile
playfully.

Still fondling my balls, Grey moved her opened mouth
slowly to the head of my cock.  Then, even more slowly,
she moved her wet lips over the crown.  Heaven.  Her
tongue performed wonders on my flesh as her head went
down on my cock.  And down, and down.  She didn't take
me into her throat, she just moved so slowly that it
seemed like she did.  What she could not cover with her
mouth, she stroked with her hand.  And all the time, her
tongue moved around and around the head of my cock, and
down an obscenely long stretch of the shaft.

I could do nothing but lie there and moan.  My
thighs twitched a few times, and my cock flexed in Grey's
talented mouth, but other than that, I was paralyzed,
fearful that Grey's mouth on me was a dream I could not
recapture if I woke myself by moving.  Faster than I am
used to, my cock began to get that particular
pre-orgasmic rigidity.  My cock became so sensitive I
imagined I could feel each individual taste bud on
Grey's twirling tongue.

Confession time.  It had been a long time since I
had been able to go more than two rounds in a night.  Time
and familiarity had taken their toll in my last
relationship.  I ran my fingers through Grey's hair and
told her that, if I came now, I would probably only be
able to get it up once more that night.

Grey removed me from her mouth.  Still lightly
stroking with her hand, she said, "That's all right.  
We'll have tomorrow night."  And she kissed the seeping
head of my cock.  "And the night after."  Kiss.  "And
the night after." Kiss.  "And the night after that."  
Then she did swallow me completely.  For a second at
least.  I felt her begin to gag, and she quickly backed
off.  She sucked harder and stroked faster, with more
pressure.  Harder and faster, harder and faster.  Now
only the head was in her mouth, and her hand was a blur
on my shaft.  I was in sweet agony as all my senses
focused on the cubic inch of my cock head.

Then I exploded.  Literally.  All the sexual tension
I had felt the previous week, all the self-torment, left
me as the semen fired from the head of my cock into
Grey's mouth. Grey let out a muffled sound of surprise,
and, bless her, made a valiant effort to swallow
everything I had.  But I suppose I surprised her, for
the first spurts ran out from between her lips and
dripped down to my balls.  In a second, she was back in
control and was able to swallow, and then to suck the
dregs out of my rapidly softening cock.  Lastly, she
moved down to lick up most of what she had missed.

For a few minutes, she tried to get me back up, but
was only half successful.  So I got up from the bed and
motioned her forward.  When she was lying where I had
been, I moved between her own thighs.  Her sex was
lightly covered in dark hairs, straight, not curly.  Her
labia were slightly open and glistening with moisture,
smooth and pinkish brown. Her clitoris was exposed and
slightly larger than average, based on my own
experience.  Like everything else about her, it was
beautiful.

I moved in closer to her pussy.  I blew gently on
her and heard her giggle lightly.  Sensitive, good.  The
only regret I had was that I was unable to smell her
musk clearly.  Her scent was mingled with that of my own
dried blood.  But, as Grey had said, there was tomorrow
night.  I moved my tongue down to her inner thigh, just
where it joined her pelvis.  I licked up and down the
crease a few times before I moved further inward.  As I
moved closer to her pussy, I lingered longer at each
portion of her flesh.

At last, I was at my goal, what I had been dreaming
about for the past nights.  I flipped my tongue over the
left labia, making it move in and out.  Then I traced
its length downward, then up the right side, stopping
just short of the clitoris.  Then back down again, and
up the other side.  Several times I did this, always
avoiding the engorged bud.  Grey's hands were again in
my hair trying to pull me up.  I didn't resist.  Now, I
was at her clit, and I attacked it with my tongue.  I
lashed out at it from all sides.  I brought lips and
teeth into play, sucking on the organ and scraping it
with my teeth.  Each new element brought a new and
louder gasp from Grey, who was otherwise non-vocal.

I stayed down there, licking and sucking on her
pussy the entire time it took my cock to recuperate without
any other stimulation.  Fortunately -- or unfortunately,
depending on your point of view -- this took about half
an hour, and two or maybe three orgasms.  My hands were
busy on Grey.  I had one to three fingers inside her
pussy, stroking in and out at differing speeds.  The
other hand roamed over her breasts and along her stomach
and thighs.  I even managed to work a finger between her
clenched buttocks and into her tight anus.

When I was finally fully hard again, I raised
myself above Grey.  I kissed her lips and her tongue darted
into my mouth.  "Put it in," she whispered.

"You do it," I answered.

I felt her raise her legs until her knees were
against my ribs.  Her hand sought and found my cock and placed
it at the entrance to her opening.  I let myself sink
into her in one smooth movement.  At last.  We both
moaned.  Slowly, I withdrew, leaving only the head
inside her.  Then I eased my hips forward until our
pelvises touched again.  Slowly, but inexorably, I built
up speed.  Her walls gripped me like I had never felt
another woman do.  God, she was tight.  And wet.  And
hot.  And wonderful.

Grey wrapped her arms around my back and her legs
around my waist.  She pulled me tight against her,
almost like she was trying to pull me completely inside
her.  Her little nipples bored into my chest and her
heels ground into my lower back.  I actually had to
fight her to withdraw again, so I could enter her again.
I worked my arms under her and pulled her to me.  I let
my weight rest upon her, and she seemed all right like
that.  Now only my hips and head were moving as I
rhythmically fucked her and kissed her entire face.  We
didn't say a word as we lay there, as much of us
touching the other as possible, but our kisses said it
all.  Grey's hands and feet, her quivering stomach, told
me all I needed to know.

It was happening.  Much sooner than I wanted.  I
could feel myself getting closer to climax, but I couldn't
stop myself.  I pushed my feet into the bed and thrust
up into Grey with my whole body.  Our mingled sweat let
me move smoothly along Grey's body as I felt lust take
control of me.  Faster and still faster I pounded into
Grey.  Part of my brain realized I might be hurting her,
but the lizard brain, the visceral instinctual part
didn't give a damn, it only wanted orgasmic release.  
Grey let out a little cry, not in pain but in passion.  
The lizard was taking over her, too.  So I stopped
resisting myself, and thrust madly into her.

The room was filled with animal grunts and squeals.
Absently I noticed that my nose was bleeding again,
dotting Grey's cheeks with my blood.  I licked it up,
the bitter taste driving me ever harder forward.  I
couldn't keep this up much longer; something had to
give, eventually. Something did.  My cock had reached
that point where it's painful to touch and painful not
to touch.  It was so sensitive even Grey's wet pussy
felt somewhat abrasive. Less than half a dozen strokes
and I was gone.  The cum poured out of my cock into
Grey.  It was, quite literally, the best orgasm of my
entire life.

I held still on top of Grey as all my energy drained
out of me into her.  I couldn't move; my arms and legs
were dead.  I rolled off of Grey, but still held onto
her, so that were on our sides facing each other.  My
head was between hers and the pillow and her hair was in
my mouth and nostrils, but I didn't care.  The French
don't call it "the little death" for nothing.  Grey and
I panted across each other's neck as the sweat cooled on
our bodies.  My cock shrank and fell out of her.  I knew
I was finished for the night.


Copyright 1993 by Lysander (lysander@bitsmart.com)
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                                   Grey
                                by Lysander
                                  Part 1b
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