Message-ID: <13387eli$9807252008@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/13387.txt> From: r pashun <pashun17@yahoo.com> Subject: Summer Night (Alice) sm MF rom Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19980725193442.4935.rocketmail@send1d.yahoomail.com> Summer Night (Alice) sm MF rom You may repost this or achive it as long as you don't make money out of it. This story includes some minor reform spellings. If you repost you must not change the spelling to trad spelling (if you want to post it with a more radical reformed spelling, go ahead). Summer Night (Alice) Alice is someone I'v been spending the last few months trying to avoid. Look I'v got nothing against her. She’s nice enough, quite sweet, and that’s the trouble. Nice, yes, it’s the niceness that set’s your teeth on edge. We are sitting next to Tocil Lake. It’s a hot dark summer’s night and I’m kicking myself for havving got into this situation. I don’t know how I’m going to avoid hurting her feelings. She’s talking fast with a kind of false cheerfulness mixed with the sort of desperation that makes me think she knows I’m drawing back but can’t help herself. She’s talking about how last week she went skinny dipping in the lake with her mates. I'm gritting my teeth because I know she's going to suggest we do the same. "Why don't we do it but not in the lake - in the stinging nettles." "The stinging nettles?" She's completely thrown me. My head is swimming and I'm wishing I could see the expression on her face. I'm feeling breathless. My eyes drift to the dark ominous region where I know they are. "I'm sorry ..." she begins sounding very vulnerable and exposed. "No, please." And then I realize how much I want to. I know it's crazy. I know how much danger I am in of hurting her. I know for her this will mean much more than the crazy impulse that possesses me but... "Please?" And then I feel her hand on my arm. Moving to remove my T-shirt and I'm powerless to resist indeed soon my hands are helping her with her T-shirt, my hands touching her naked breast. I know it's wrong. I know this desire I feel will burn out by tomorrow while hers remains but it is too intense to resist. Now naked we are standing in front of the sea of nettles and we kiss before stepping in. The first nettle to touch feels like an electric shock and I almost jump back but instead we walk on and soon the throb seems quite natural and we begin gathering bunches to spread over each other. Kneeling rolling together deeper into the sea of nettles, until every part of our bodies is soaked in the poison. We go back to her room and make luv. The throbbing seems to grow in intensity. I break away, rolling back. "Shit," I murmur. "Yes, I feel it too," she answers. It is as if our very flesh has taken a life of it's own - it feels as if it is convulsing, trying desperately to lift free of our bodies. I look into Alice's eyes and I realize this is all new for her too. At last it has subsided but the itching is still too intense for us to sleep. We begin to talk. She begins to tell of a tale of the land of Occitania, of Tolosa. It is pure history yet seems some strange fantasy. She tells of the troubadours and their songs of unrequited luv where the luvvers only find their truth in death. She tells me of the Cathars and the belief that we are lost souls imprisoned by the devil in our mortal bodies, separated from our spirit selves until death reunites us . My head is reeling from the ideas but she involves me, nurturing ideas from me so we discuss almost as equals. I'm distracted for a moment, caught by the intensity I see in her eyes and she, realizing she has lost my attention, trails off in mid sentence. I am overcum with a desire to tell her how much I luv her and that I'll never leave her. But I say nothing. How can I trust an emotion that has cum so suddenly. What if in the cold light of day I realize that this intensity is no more than a lie. Yet I'm sure it's not. "Are we going out together?" she asks hesitantly. "Yes," I tell her. She smiles... ******** This story is written, in part, from personal experience but some people hav said to me that such a high dose of histamine isn't safe. So maybe you should check that out before trying it yourself. (Like do as I say not as I do. :-)) _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? 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