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Greetings.  Here is another story from the Mind of H.D. Meister.  If
you are not at least 18 or live in a community which does not allow
adult material, DO NOT READ THIS. Post freely, archive and critique as
you will so long as the work is not altered in any way, you do not
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Terror at 00:01 By:  H.D.  Meister (dez187lm@hotmail.com)





It's done.  After all that time, I can't really believe it's finally
over  It was a long time in coming, and I'm glad I'll never have to go
through that again.  Once was enough for this kid.

It all started when I told my best friend that I was still a virgin.
He came close to choking on his beer;  I don't think he's ever seen a
twenty-one year old male who was willing to admit to having that
affliction.  He asked me about Maggie, and I told him the truth:  sex
simply hadn't come up.  Which brought about the usual banter we went
through, including the jokes about that not being the only thing which
hadn't come up.

We were at a frat party.  The beer was good and the tunes were
passable.  I could tell that there would be quite a few
one-night-stands, especially since I saw a few women whom I knew
frequented frat parties for the sole purpose of picking up the
drunkest bastard still breathing.  I set my limit at two beers and was
about half way through the second one when the night decided it was
time for a bit more fun than the students were used to having.

The first fight broke out when one woman apparently spotted her
boyfriend.  I guess he wasn't supposed to be there.  When she clocked
him in the jaw, I figured that it was time for me and Joe, my friend,
make our exit.  We made our way to the back just in time to see two
women start throwing hands.  One I knew, and figured that the fight
would end quickly;  she was a tough bird from my home town.  Too bad I
didn't see the other girl's friends.  Joe and I beat feet just in
time;  the sound of approaching cops and the flashing blue lights had
ended that party.

Once we were clear of that, Joe suggested another party.  This one was
more private, which meant there was bound to be open drug use.  Now
normally I try to avoid those if at all possible, but I went with him.

When we got there, we made our way to the keg.  It was then that I
spotted Maggie and Helen.  I knew Helen was friends with many of the
drugged-out crowd, but I was beginning to wonder why my girlfriend
went with her.  Helen didn't make it a secret that she occasionally
smoked pot, nor did Maggie shy away from her drug-free stance.
Stranger things had happened, however, and I stood my ground.  No need
in getting mad, especially since that meant explaining what I was
doing there.

When she noticed I was there, I saw her smile.  It was a smile I had
never seen on her face before, and I didn't quite know how to react to
it.  That's when Joe saw her and Helen.

"I think you're about to lose that albatross on your neck, chummer,"
he whispered.  I knew that tone, and didn't like it one bit.  Whenever
he called me chummer, I was about to get into trouble.  Not that
hanging with Joe didn't guarantee some type of trouble.  I still
wonder what Alexis would have done with that huge strap-on dildo,
German shepherd and bowl of fruit to poor Joe if I hadn't gotten
worried and barged in.

I made my way to Maggie.  Helen glanced at me, then rose to make her
way to Joe.  I watched her walk past me.  She was a lesbian, and right
damned vocal about it.  But I always wondered if she would ever
consider giving a man a try.  I figured that she wasn't a
dick-virgin... a lesbian who had never fucked an actual male dick...
but didn't know how faithful she was to being a lesbian.  When I saw
her grab Joe's crotch, I knew he was about to have the chance he'd
always talked about:  converting a lesbian.  Too bad for Helen.

"Let's take a walk, Mike."  Maggie had appeared beside me.  I looked
into her eyes and saw what can only be described as a devilish light.
I was about to open my mouth when I saw two guys openly stroking each
other's dicks.  Great... Joe had lead me right into a drug filled
orgy.  Just like him.  Hope he doesn't remember too much;  I'd hate to
have to talk him out of killing the guy who tried to fuck him up the
ass or suck his dick.  I left to the wet sounds of lips on flesh.
What parts of flesh I really don't want to know.

Maggie and I made our way to her apartment.  It was a good fifteen
minute walk, and we had plenty to talk about.  I'd spent the entire
week with my head buried in one textbook after another.  We hadn't
spoken all week, and had a few tales to tell.  But I wasn't really
paying attention to her words;  something else held my attention.
Maggie was always the type of woman who was more at ease with me when
we were at least eight to ten inches apart.  Yeah... highly technical
talk, but that's how she was and it matched me perfectly.  Too close
and I'm sure she could feel how horny I got whenever we were alone.
So when she wrapped her arm around my waist the entire way to her
apartment, my mind began swirling.

I was raised in the Projects.  You learn to be paranoid, especially
when changes hit suddenly.  Major changes you don't worry about;  that
simply means that someone with money is sticking their noses in where
it doesn't belong.  It's those subtle alterations to the suit that
make the man as the saying goes.  It would have been easy to assign
her change to alcohol, but I just knew something else was behind this.

When she let me inside first, I didn't think twice.  I knew her habits
like my own.  She would lock the door, turn on the lights, then sit
across from me.  She locked the door, but lit several candles instead
of lighting up the livingroom with the blinding array of lights she
and Helen had set up.  Then she sat on the love seat and watched me.

I may be a virgin, but that doesn't mean I'm stupid.  Joe was right;
I was not going to be a virgin by the time the sun rose in the
morning.  But that doesn't mean I abandoned everything I was.  I
mean... I was partially drunk and so was she.  Even though we were a
couple, that didn't mean that I was going to go through with having
sex with my girl while drunk.  I still have some Southern Gentleman in
me.

When I joined her, she once again wrapped an arm around my waist.
This time she took to pulling my shirt out of my jeans and began
tracing lazy circles on my flesh.  I was about to get laid for the
first time, and I was acting like a total idiot.  My hands were clammy
and I couldn't catch my breath.  And Jake... that's what I call dick:
Jake the Snake (OK... I'll admit it... I WATCH PRO-WRESTLING!  SUE
ME!!)... was ready for some action.  And that's when the terror hit
me.

I've heard all of the horror stories from the women I knew about their
first times.  The guy either came too fast and was done for the year
or he was horrible in bed.  I knew enough to know that I'd better have
some plan of attack for my first time.  Too bad I didn't listen to my
dad when he said that a planned first time is one of two things:
doomed to be bad or destined to fall flat the fuck apart.  But there I
was, moments away from my first sexual encounter, and I didn't know
what the fuck to do!  All of those years of planning went straight to
hell in a flower petal laced hand basket.  Thank God for women and the
mind of the dick.

When she placed her head on my shoulder, I immediately got this vision
of her head in my lap, lips around my dick.  I began smiling as the
image played out, and I think she sensed it.  I got the proof I needed
when she shifted positions.  Now she was laying curled up with her
head on my lap.  There's no way she could miss my boner.  But what was
I supposed to do with my hands?  Well.... ask a stupid question.  One
hand, the one which had been on the back of the loveseat, decided it
wanted to know what her skin felt like.  So it did.  I still think God
was the one who kept me from blowing off in my jeans;  her skin was so
soft and felt damned good.  Warm... vibrant...  I wanted to taste it.
I forced those images out of my head with every ounce of strength I
could beg borrow or steal.  If I lost a load now, who knows how long
it would have been before Jake decided to rise again.

That's when she moaned.  It was so soft that I almost missed it.  Jake
didn't;  he felt it rumble through him and I just knew I was in deep
trouble of being one of those virgin horror stories.  Even though I
had tossed off before hitting the first party, I just knew Jake would
lose his composure.  I got really bold after regaining a bit of
control and let my hand travel over her stomach.  I tried to use a
light touch, but I don't know if I actually managed to pull that one
off.

We stayed that way for a while.  I was just happy to get this far,
although I'm sure Jake had other thoughts on the matter.  Apparently
so did Maggie.  The next thing I remember seeing is that dark twinkle
in her eyes as she straddled my hips.  If Jake had a voice, I'll bet
everyone within three states could have heard his shout.  With only
four pieces of cloth between him and Paradise, he was more than ready.
Wish I could have said the same;  I was too busy trying to think of
reasons why we should not have sex.  Of course the first thing I
though about was my intoxicated state.  By then, however, I was
beginning to wonder how drunk I was... and how drunk she was.  With
that excuse out the window, I was left with morals and the rest of the
parent-induced bullshit.  Not that they gave me the cure-all I needed.

I've kissed Maggie countless times, but that one kiss was worth all of
the others, the ones to come, and several million in unmarked
non-sequential twenties plus change.  Pure electricity!  And I was
beginning to react, or at least my body was.  My hands decided to find
out if the rest of her body was as soft as that small area it knew.  I
am pleased to report that it was, and even more exciting.  When she
pulled my shirt off of me I felt a slight twinge of fear.  She'd seen
me only while clothed;  the natural product was not up to snuff (I
judge my body by the well defined bodies of a few professional
wrestlers.  Again... SUE ME!!).  But I passed her inspection, judging
by the smile which spread slowly across her face.  Then she began
removing her shirt, a task it seemed I wanted the honor of doing.  My
hands replaced hers as the shirt went up.

Ever felt the anticipation of Christmas Morning?  Imagine that
multiplied by infinity and you'll come half way close to what I felt
like.  Every inch of her body that came into view was like another
present Santa had left me.  I'd been a good boy;  I just hope he
doesn't see what I'm about to do with Maggie... he won't even bother
with lumps of coal next time.

Man... if anyone needs any proof of God, I'll send them pictures of
Maggie in a lace bra... when Hell freezes over.  There ought to be a
law against anything THAT beautiful!  Perfectly formed and capped with
nipples just the right size for a hungry mouth.  My mouth.

Listen to me!!  Here I am, trying to do two things which are mortal
enemies:  fight lust and give in to lust.  On the one had I have the
chance to lose my virginity to the woman I love..  How fucking
romantic can you get?  Even if our relationship hits the bricks, I
will at least have the satisfaction of knowing that I lost my
virginity to the woman I loved.  But there's this blasted honor crap
to deal with.  I don't believe that any man who is drunk, no matter
how sober he thinks he his, has the right to even touch a woman.  I
don't care if she did give you the green light... NO!  And if she's
also drunk, then it goes double.  So guess which one won.

I do give myself credit  here.  I didn't just plaster my face against
a tit and suck like a vacuum cleaner on steroids.  I actually went for
a bead of sweat which was making its way between her breasts.  AND I
actually licked it off of her without making too much contact with her
flesh.  But she made contact... she gripped the back of my head and
smashed my face into that warm cleft.  Now I know why breast fed
babies grow up so healthy.

But Jake... man I honestly didn't believe how hard he was!  It hurt!!!
And there was only one thing which would ease the pain:  a health dose
of dancing the horizontal shuffle.  Then I remembered:  I DIDN'T HAVE
A CONDOM!  Well... I had my excuse now.  Too bad I was this close.  Oh
well... maybe I could go see what Joe was doing... or trying to keep
from doing.  But the Man Upstairs had his shit together that night.

So there I was, ready to tell Maggie that I didn't have a condom when
she got off of me.  It seemed like she was having second thoughts, but
I made the mistake of looking into her eyes.  That gleam had only
gotten brighter, which meant she had been prepared for that excuse.
She took my hand and I followed her into her room.  She let go long
enough to light a few more candles, then stood in front of me in jeans
and a bra.

I knew what I had to do, but that didn't mean that I was going to be
any good at it.  Taking off clothes is easy... if they're yours.  Try
peeling off a woman's clothes when you have no idea exactly how to do
it and you're horny as all get out.  It ain't the easiest thing to do.
I had a bitch of a time, which was complicated by the fact that her
pants sported the zipper in the back.  Had to be designed by some
sadistic man-hater.

And who the fuck decided that g-strings were sexy?  If you ask me,
they just piss the man off to the point where he's gonna try to get
laid.  There wasn't enough fabric to even try to hide the... bald?  Oh
man...  My dad told me that a bald beaver was the best;  no hairs to
suck from between your teeth.  Well... it was time to see if my old
man was right or just perverted.

Guess he was right.  Even though Maggie's was the first cunt I ever
tasted, I knew I would never like hair on one.  Even through her
panties I could taste the difference.  Pure nectar without any other
fillers.  And the sounds she was making were raw and erotic.  And it
was all because of me.  I didn't have a clue as to what to do, but I
figured that it was similar to eating fine cuisine.  Take you time and
enjoy the food.

And what was Maggie doing?  Pulling my ears off and muttering in some
language.  Not that I was paying any attention;  I had found something
good and didn't want to stop.  I even managed to remove the g-string
without removing my tongue from her skin.  With that out of the way, I
was free to let my tongue and lips go nuts, and they did just that.
Sadly, all good things must come to an end.

She yanked me to my feet and dragged my jeans off of me.  I knew what
she might want to do, but didn't know if she would do it or how it
would feel.  I've heard how great a blowjob was supposed to feel, but
I really didn't like it all that much.  Don't get me wrong;  it was
relaxing.  But I really didn't get anything out of it  Of course the
growls and grunts I made would have said otherwise, but they don’t
count.  That was nothing more than primal urges which had found an
outlet.  When I looked down after a while I saw her beginning to place
the condom over Jake.

This was it.  The moment of truth.  I was about to get laid for the
first time.  Part of me wanted to ram Jake inside of hr and get it
over with as soon as possible.  Another wanted to savor the moment for
as long as Jake could stand the pleasure.  I couldn't decide which to
do.  That's when she took hold of Jake and lead me towards the bed.
My stomach was twisted in knots as I tried to remember those plans.
Bits and pieces came back to me, but nothing solid ever stayed more
than the briefest of moments.  The next thing I was totally aware of
was being on top of Maggie.  She still held Jake and was slowly
guiding him home.

The first touch of latex wrapped virgin dick against wet cunt has to
be one of God's most perfect creations.  Then I actually penetrated
the soft folds and entered her fully.  I couldn't help it;  I thrust
Jake home with one stroke.  The power which flowed through my body was
overwhelming, and the celebration inside of my head at knowing I was
no longer a virgin was close to riot scale.  I didn't even consider
that I might hurt her until I heard her gasp loudly.  And that's also
when I began to wonder about something which I had not even given a
moment's thought to.  Was she a virgin?

Yeah.  Totally like a guy to wonder this after he's balls deep in a
girl.  Give me a break!!  I was horny.  She was horny.  I was a
virgin.  I loved her.  There's nothing more that needs to be said
about it.  But that doesn't mean I’m a monster looking for its next
meal or anything.  I actually withdrew, slowly, and looked down.  In
the sparse light from the candles I could just make out the faint
redness.  Holy flaming dogshit on an inverted cross!  She WAS a
virgin!  Way to go;  I just broke her cherry.  Smoothness.

I felt like a total scumbag.  It was her first time as well and what
did I do?  Was a gentleman?  Did I try to make it special?  Hell no;
all I could think about was getting my first piece of ass under the
belt.  Guess I'd joined the ranks of guys who shattered all of those
romantic vision about a woman's first time.  Oh well... no need to
stop now.  Might as well try to make the best of what I was given.

When I looked up, I knew I was going to say something stupid like,
"I'm Sorry.  I didn't know."  I expected her face to be twisted in
pain.  Wrong;  she was smiling.  Talk about weirdness!  Here she
was... smiling after having a part of her body literally torn to
shreds.  I was missing something, but I didn't have too much time to
figure it out.  She began moving her hips slowly and Jake joined in.
I tired to stop him, but the sensations were filling my body and mind
with pleasure.

"It's OK," she whispered.  I wasn't too sure about that, but it was
her body.  I was only there for the ride (I will NOT say I was using
her body.)  

So there I was, half of my dick inside of her, and I was feeling
great.  I decided to try to enter again, this time WAY more slowly.
She raised her hips to meet mine and I exhaled loudly.  Now I know
what all of the fuss is about.  Sex feels great!!  It took me a while
before I got a good flow going, but it didn't look like she was in a
hurry to be anywhere or do anything except enjoy the moment.  Her
hands roamed all over my body, which was wet with sweat.

Sex may be great, but don't think for a spilt second that it ain't
work.  Don't expect to run a marathon if you're three hundred pounds
of chewed bubblegum.  I hadn't even gotten good and started yet and I
was sweating more than a black man at a white woman's funeral.  And
then there are always God's little practical jokes.  Like the queef.

My dad tried to explain a queef to me one day.  It was all clinical
talk and I thought he was a cold-hearted bastard for thinking of it
that way.  Now I know why he did it that way.  As long as man has been
around, whenever anyone farts, there's bound to be laughter.  A queef
is no different.  By the book, a queef is the sound made by escaping
air trapped inside of a vagina.  But when you hear one, laughter is
about the only thing that hits you.  And I also remember my mother's
comment right after my discussion with dad.  "Talkin' to ya, daddy!"
I remember his smile, and I'm damned sure I had one just like it when
I heard that sound.  Maggie looked embarrassed, but I guess laughter
has a way of getting to anyone.

So sex could be fun and hard work as well.  Looks like God hit the
jackpot when he invented it.  I knew I was having fun, and by the
looks on Maggie's face, she was totally enjoying herself.  That meant
I was doing good so far.  Maybe there was a chance for this first time
to be one of the good ones... a few queefs aside.  So I guess I should
have seen what was about to hit me.

I know the sensations which lets you know you're about to lose a load.
But this one was not the tingle I am used to;  this one stomped
through me like a pissed off giant.  And I forgot my father's first
rule of sex:  never fight the urge to blow.  Thank goodness Maggie saw
or felt what was going to happen and gripped my hips tightly.  I
stopped right then and there.  But I was going to lose it;  nothing
could help that.  Or...

It worked!!  One of these days I’m going to buy my dad a beer.    He
always said that the mind could overcome anything if you knew how to
make it.  One of his suggestions for a good friend of his who was, as
he put it, a one hit wonder was to shock your system with something
totally gross.  Like grandma sitting on the toilet.  One thought about
that in this melon on my shoulders and the urge to cum was fading
fast.  And Jake was still hard!!

Maggie slide from underneath me and crawled down onto the floor.
Right in the middle of her room she stopped, still on her hands and
knees.  She turned her head towards me slowly and grinned.

Now I probably should have just jumped her then an there, but I
suffered from an acute sense of dread.  Bent over as she was, Jake had
two targets before him.  Add in the shadows and a horny male and you
have the perfect formula for ending a sack session quick-fast.  Oh
sure... simple logic said that the tight, dry hole was wrong, but that
meant that I would have to be inside on it to know it.  Not a good
option.  Maybe she'd let me know... gently.  Fat chance;  my luck
ain't that great.  But I did have an idea.

Wetness would be my guide.  I gripped Jake and stroked him gently,
letting my hand get a feel for the wetness.  I lost my concentration
when I hear her moan in what I can only describe as a sexy way.  I saw
movement, and my eyes tracked it.  She was playing with herself!  The
kid in me was totally freaked by what she was doing, and wanted to
watch.  The horny bastard in me wanted to watch for a while, then get
to business.  Either way, I WAS going to watch.

So I watched her slide her fingers over her wet mound.  I must have
looked like an idiot, standing there with Jake in one hand and the
other wiping my mouth.  But I really didn't care;  seeing her play
with herself was almost as erotic as doing it myself.  Doing it
myself...

I walked over to her, dropping to my knees with a loud thump.  I saw
her head turn towards me, but I didn't look into her eyes;  I was
glaring at the shiny drops of female gold that had formed on her
fingers.  I reached out to touch her, and something stopped me.  It
may sound foolish, but I was actually afraid that I would hurt her.
Yeah...   like having a one hundred seventy-five pound lust fueled
dick blast inside of her didn't hurt.  But I can do more damage with
my hands than I can with Jake.  One wrong twist of the finger and
whatever success I may have managed to gain would quickly be butt
fucked.

And then I stopped.  No real reason behind it;  I just stopped.  I
withdrew my fingers and sat there for a moment looking at them.  They
glowed.  I lifted my hand to my nose, eager to find out if all of
those tales of it smelling like fish were true.  It didn't.  In fact,
it smelled... feminine.  And oh so exciting.  It made my mouth water.
Next thing I know I'm face front with her pussy.  I knew what I was
about to do, but didn't know HOW to do it.  Never mind that a few
moments ago I had done the exact same thing.  Then I was eager to get
between her legs.  Now that I had been there, I was eager to show how
"skilled" I was.

Ice cream should taste so good!  It was more meaty in flavor, and very
delicious.  So delicious that I went at her like a starving maniac.  I
gripped her hips and plastered my face between her thighs.  I heard
her say something, but was too into eating her to really listen.  I
may have missed something important, like "STOP!"  If I did, then I
guess this was one mark in the worst fuck column.

I rose up, Jake in one hand and the other spreading her lower lips.  I
paused, trying to remember to find the wet hole.  Should have also
tried to stop from ramming Jake home;  I MISSED!!  Straight into her
asshole.  Smoothness to the n-th power.  And did I have the common
sense to stop once I hit the barrier of her clenched asshole?  Hell
NO!  I wondered how it would feel having some big burly bastard named
Bubba do this to me;  I was certain she'd pitch unholy Hell and that
would put me behind bars.

Half of Jake was buried inside of her asshole before I managed to
regain enough control top stop.  I didn't have the guts to look at
her, choosing to try to withdraw slowly and HOPE she didn't notice.
Stupid, but give me a break!  I was floundering here!  The woman I
loved was now impaled on about four inches of horny, freshly
de-virginized dick, and it was crammed right up the Exit Only
entrance!  That's when she thrust herself back ONTO Jake.

It had to be the alcohol.  There's no way she could have enjoyed
having her asshole filled.  Only the sick fucks did that.  And when
the raw pleasure hit my nerves, I knew I was one of them.  I figured
that I was already royally screwed, so I fucked her asshole.  Looking
back, it made some kind of sense.  if the condom busted, I would shoot
inside of her asshole.  No way for her to get pregnant.  I was in the
clear... minus the act itself.  Yeah, I know.  Just what you would
expect from a man.

Since I was already doomed, I thought that I would try to get her off.
Maybe that would get me a point or two.  One hand went for a nipple
and the other went directly for her cunt.  I found her clit by
accident and twisted it GENTLY.  Apparently, from the wails and moans
and the way she moved her ass, I was on my way to getting at least one
point.  So I should have been ready.

My father told me about the different types of orgasms.  One lets you
know well in advance that its gonna tear you a new asshole as it
stomps a mud hole in the old one and walks it dry.  That one gives you
plenty of time to pull out.  Another doesn't even bother;  it just
happens, and there ain't but two thing you can do:  nothing and like
it.  Then there's the Phantom Orgasm.  You think you're about to lose
it... and nothing happens.  I got the worst of the lot:  The Master
Controller.  The master controller takes over EVERYTHING.  Don't
expect to pull out or even think in your native tongue.  The only
thing it does is fuck and fuck and fuck until the pleasure overloads
your nerves.  The old hump in the dog's back makes it return to the
realm of men.

I can't say exactly when I lost control, although I'm fairly sure it
started when I took that first sip of beer.  But there I was, having
anal sex for the first time, and I was cumming..  Didn't stop fucking
her, and damned sure didn't try to make sure Maggie came first.  One
minute I'm trying desperately not to enjoy the sensations, the next
I'm shaking like someone stuck a power line up my ass and turned on
the juice.    Unholy sweating sac it felt good!!  Too bad I was so
enthralled that I didn't notice if Maggie was even pretending to enjoy
it.

Lots of people talk about the calm that comes after sex.  I still
think they're flapping their yaps;  where the fuck was that calm after
I fell on top of Maggie?  The only thing I felt was panic.  I wanted
to get out of her and her place so bad it was unreal.  I even thought
about busting through a window and running bare-assed naked back home!
Screw modesty;  I had to find Joe and fabricate a decent lie as to
where the fuck I was.  This night had turned into a grade-A
clusterfuck in a heartbeat and I didn't want to be anywhere nearby
when the shit hit the fan.  But I was spent.  I barely had enough
energy in me to pull the covers off of her bed and fall asleep.

Then came the most feared of terrors:  the morning after.  Few people
have ever spoken truly about the morning after.  They always gloss
over it, graying out the details.  I didn't bother to ask my dad about
it and he never volunteered any information about it.  I understand
why now;  there's too may unknown factors.  The sex last night may
have been good... LAST NIGHT.  Come morning things are liable to
change big time, and you don't even have to be present.

When I woke up, I was alone.  Not a good sign.  The smell of frying
bacon filled the air.  Hoping that she'd made breakfast for two I made
my way to the kitchen, dressing myself along the way.  Maggie was
standing at the stove, and there was a plate heaped with scrambled
eggs and another piled with toast.  Breakfast for two.  Maybe more.  I
was in the clear... for as long as it took her to turn around.  I
looked into her eyes and tried to smile.  What I saw was seriousness.
It wasn't dark, just flat out spooky.  Guess I wasn't THAT clear.

We sat down and ate in silence.  How I managed to eat as much as I did
was probably the sole property of too much alcohol and the sex.  When
we finished, I helped clear the table and do the dishes.  After that
was done, I opened my mouth.

Given what happened the night before, I probably should have left
without breakfast and skulked back to my room.  But I was too stupid
(read that one as hopeful) to do so.

"Maggie.  About..."

"Mike.  I love you.  You know that, right?"

"And I love you," I answered.  I'd skirted the issue, but that didn't
mean I didn't hear her words.  No need in adding another log to the
inferno which was about to send my scorched ass to Hell in a hand
basket.

"What happened last night..."

She left that pause there, waiting to see what I would say.  I'd hung
around Joe long enough to know that this was the time when a man can
make or break a relationship.  If I had the skill of a player, I might
have been able to get out with minimum damage.  Fresh from my first
sexual encounter?  Not a chance.  So I did what any other self-
respecting man would have done:  I opened my mouth and let the words
flow.

"Maggie...  I don't know if either of us were ready for last night.  I
mean... it happened.  There's nothing we can do to change that now.

"I love you.  Always have.  I should not have done what I did, but I
did.  I won't lie and say I didn't enjoy it.  I... made love... to
you."  The words stopped there, but I tried to get more out.

When she kissed me on the cheek, I sighed.  I gave her a hug and
promised to call her later on that evening.  I had made it through the
Night of Terror more or less in one piece.

As I made my way hone, I wondered what happened to Joe.  Didn't really
matter;  we'd compare notes during dinner anyhow.  I'd made it though
my night of horror and felt great.  I still had my girlfriend, and
some of my honor.  Can't ask for much more than that!  And if I had to
do it over again?  I'd rather get Jake sliced off with a rusted spoon.
Twice.  And slowly.  It'd be a fuckload easier.

(dez187lm@hotmail.com)


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