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Subject: [Otzchiim] The Day He Did It (1/1, m/f, cons, one-sided romance)
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Codes are: hetero, consensual, one-sided romance, first time
     This is done in imitation of the stories in the men's magazines of the 
60's and early  70's, especially the ADAM BEDSIDE READER.   Unfortunately,
these days the magazines don't want anything this slow-moving or long, it
seems.   Mostly they don't want fiction...


                        THE DAY HE DID IT


     "Come on, Judy, you know you want to.  All those times that you said no,
you really wanted to go ahead.  Let's go the last step."
     "Richard, it's because I want to that I don't want to!   Oh, I don't know,
I'm not sure it makes sense to me either!  It's just that I hate to trust
someone like that until I'm really sure," she told him.
     "You mean that after all this time you don't trust me?"
     "Oh, oh, I guess I do, but...  Oh, hold me!"
     He held her body against his while she wept on his shoulder and made up
her mind.
     Finally she looked up and nodded slowly, as he expected.  He led her over
to the little iron-frame bed he had in his apartment and softly kissed her as
they sat.
     They lay back and he pulled her body over his.  As their tongues met he
reached behind to unbind her hair and let the black cloud of it settle over
them.  He ran his hands through the silky softness and along her face until the
tears vanished.  Then he tugged on the shirt she wore until a little bare skin
peeped through and he touched her there.  She gasped, not so much from what he
did as from what it meant as a first step toward an end that she still wasn't
sure she wanted.
     He continued to run his hands over her lower back, then on her stomach,
then to the fastening on the bra she first let him under three months before,
and no one else ever.  The hooks came undone and his hands slid under and
around to cup her breasts.  His thumbs circled her nipples and brought them
erect, then she drew in her breath when his fingers twisted them.
     The shirt and bra came off and he lay her back to caress her breasts and
dart his tongue into her mouth.  She put her hand up to unbutton his shirt then
she timidly touched the hair on his chest.  After a little she moved her hand
down to the bulge in his pants, a thing she had never done before.  To anyone.
     His hand went to the top button and then to the zipper on her jeans.  Here
she cooperated, helping him take them off.  When she lay back wearing only
panties, he pulled her to him and put his hand on her hip and held her to him.
     "Oh, Richard, it's so nice to have someone who cares for me, someone I can
really trust!" she whispered to him, to reassure herself.
     Soon he began to remove his trousers and she moved to lend a hand,
breathing softly and half-beginning to cry again.  Once that was done, he held
her again until that wave of worry passed.
     He gently touched her legs, upward and pressing his hand against her
panties when he reached them.  He raised his hand to the waistband and
returned, now against hair and skin.  His fingers touched her, finding her as
damp as he thought she would be.
     Her physical desire was very strong, and the way she soon gasped and
trembled told him she was ready and aching for the next step.
     "Judy, I don't want to sound unromantic, but we may stain the sheet. 
Would it be all right if I put a towel under you?  The blood will wash out more
easily from that.  Also, this is the best time to put on a condom."
     "Yes, Richard.  That would be practical and sensible, and thinking of it
-- of both -- makes me feel even more that I'm right to trust you in this.  I
want you very much," she told him.
     He took the towel from the bedside dresser and spread it under her,
lifting her by the legs.   As he set her back down, he removed her panties and
planted a quick kiss on the top of her pubic hair.  Then he dropped his shorts
and slid the condom over his bulging erection.
     He lay back down and used his hand to stir her fires again, then moved
over her and into position.
     "It's a little higher, I think.  I feel it going in... Oh, you're there! 
Oh, it hurts! It hurts a lot!  I think you broke it, it just tingles now, it
feels a lot better..."
     The blood dripped onto the broad white towel.
     His gentle motions relaxed her and awakened a strong drive in her body. 
He had been sure one was there, and he had been right in his estimation of her.
 Soon her legs lifted and wrapped around his back to pull him in.  Her bucking
hips and her gasping gave him the signal to quicken his strokes.  Their
climaxes were bare seconds apart.
     When they broke apart and lay on their backs, he glanced at the
clock-radio by his bed.  "Nine-fifteen," he said softly.   
     His erection went down completely and he removed the condom. She noticed
that he touched the blood on it to the towel before discarding it.
     After some minutes he said, "Lying here and holding you would be very
nice, Judy, but it could be better yet if we were more comfortable.  What do
you say to our taking a shower together?"
     "That sounds naughty...  Yes!" she replied.
     When she got up, he took the towel from the bed and put it over his arm. 
As she walked by the open but curtained window, he reached out to stop her and
kissed her.  She responded happily, as he was sure she would.
     Then he shoved the curtain aside, exposing her body to the three men
standing on the street below, and he threw the towel with its bright red spot
down to them.
     "OKAY, GUYS, PAY UP!  I SAID I'D FUCK HER BEFORE TEN O'CLOCK!"
     He leaned out the window to shout.  He expected her to stand frozen in
shock.  He did not know her quite as well as he thought, it seemed.  She shoved
him.
     He landed head-first, five floors down.  He almost hit the spot, but it
hardly mattered afterwards.



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