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Codes are: hetero, consensual, oral, interracial, romance.

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     When Naomi Hatara graduated from high school, she wanted to attend the
University of Maryland at College Park.  But her parents were urgent about
getting her to discontinue the relationship with her high-school boyfriend.  It
may be that they felt the hulking Robert Hairston represented too great a
threat to her virginity and her marriage prospects to a good Japanese boy.
     Her parents, if so, did not realize that her chances on the latter were
not great -- and they probably never guessed that she had already given Robert
the former.  She was sent to San Francisco State and to live with her
grandmother.   Who, as it turned out, was more willing to indulge the girl in
such matters than her parents were.   All the old woman required was that she
date decent and smart men.  And she gave them a hard but unbiased screening.
     But the pressure of studies at college and the strictness of the
supervision still meant that Naomi Hatara barely dated during her first year at
college.  And any more physical activity was reduced to nothing.  
     The studying came easier, or with more assurance, in her sophomore year,
and the regulation of her behavior was also somewhat relaxed.  Between those
two factors, she dated several fellow students, and early in the year she went
all the way with one of them on a dark grassy hill at night.  That was on the
third date with him, and on the fourth she learned that she really did not know
him as well as she thought.
     But in the next year she met Lewis Bicking.  He was a year or so older
than her, but much more mature than the competition in most ways than the
couple of years would indicate.  She fell for him in a big way, and he was very
good for her as well as good in bed.
     The problem was, he was also very good in his specialty of icthyology.
He was offered a place at the Woods Hole Oceanographic Institute for his senior
year and the summer before it.   The only way they could avoid being parted was
for her to marry him, and for several reasons that was not practical.   There
was no way she could maintain her class schedule while commuting to a college
in the area, her parents would not pay for the transfer anyway, and if she
dropped out there was no way to guarantee work near Woods Hole and he could not
support her.
     He suggested marriage to her anyway, while they stayed a continent apart,
but Naomi was too timid and not sure she was ready for that.   She was
concerned that her appetites would give her too much temptation while he was
away -- though she was not certain that she would find anyone else quite as
tempting.   Still, their last day together she tried to store up a supply of
Lewis to last a while.
     So they bid farewell to each other for at least fifteen months -- which
then became a full twenty-four when he was given a graduate project.   The
letters tapered off.
     During that time, Naomi dated others, and she made full love to two of
them.  Yet it seemed to her that no-one satisfied her emotionally or even
sexually nearly as well.   And despite their lack of promises, she did not feel
comfortable about it.
     Then a matter of a week or so after her graduation, she came back from a
job interview to find a note that Lew was going to be back in San Francisco
soon.   That  and a phone conversation that night reignited all her old
emotions and maybe her passions, though that she was not sure of yet.  She
never asked Lew if he had any women during those two years.  (It seemed quite
possible he did not; Woods Hole did not have many, and he tended to get intense
when he worked.).  
     He moved back soon after, to an apartment that  his brother had found for
him.  Lew called Naomi on the day that he arrived back in town, and told her
that he would like to meet her on the next Saturday, and she agreed.

     So on that Saturday, Naomi Hatara put on black chinos, a white  blouse, a
denim jacket, loafers, and a pair of goggles over her round glasses, and rode
her bicycle across town to 1278 Strauss Street.
     As she rode, she thought about the warm weekend afternoons they had spent
together swimming in the pool at the college and how graceful his body had
looked slipping  through the water.  She thought also about other afternoons
and evenings they had spent together and how his graceful body felt in her
arms, slipping into her.  And she thought most of all about whether they could
recapture that, or whether the years had brought too many changes in either or
both of them for things ever to be the same.  Or was it just a fleeting romance
which would now have been long over regardless?
     One thing she was sure of as she felt the rhythmic pumping of the bicycle
between her legs, over these hills,  and that was that the rhythmic pumping of
Lewis Bicking  between those legs was a thing she missed very greatly.  And
that she liked the places that he took her a lot more. 
     Lew Bicking saw her slowly coasting down the street and scanning for house
numbers, and he was at the front door of his apartment house as she struggled
her bike across the sidewalk.  He took the weight from her and led the way up
the narrow staircase and into his place.
     He leaned the bicycle against the wall in one corner and gave Naomi the
extended tour, which took only two minutes.  He had not had any furniture to
move in, and the little he had now was picked up in three days at Goodwill and
Salvation Army stores before the apartment was ready.  This was a kitchen
table, four non-matching chairs (good ones, though), two worn sofas, a dresser,
a large bed, and an end-table in the bedroom.  Also bookshelves and a lot of
books, mostly still boxed.  The pictures on the walls were brought from his
parents' home, where they had been for the last year.
     On the other hand, the large living room was covered in a deep off-white
carpet, installed and abandoned by the previous tenant.  Lew had used a
vacuum-cleaner on it, but it badly needed to be thoroughly, maybe
professionally, cleaned.  It made Lew feel guilty to think about that, so he
tried not to.
     Naomi, on the other hand, thought it was great even as it was. She took
off the goggles (though the glasses she wore were not much smaller) and as she
hung them over the handlebars of the bike, she bent to run one hand through the
pile.
     They sat at the kitchen table (in the living room) drinking coffee and
nibbling on cheese and cookies, glancing out the window at times, for over an
hour.  Their eyes were otherwise downcast as they talked, giving each other
edited or at least abridged versions of what they had done for the last year.
Neither wanted to spend much time looking at the face of the other, because
that would make the doubts and indecisions about their old relationship become
too sharp.
     But neither felt right talking to the other while staring out the window,
and focusing on the center of the table -- well, any motion on the other's part
drew attention, and that drew the focus to the other's body, and that just
brought up the doubts and indecisions (and sweet memories) by a different path.
     Lew Bicking was thinking of how sweet Naomi's smile was, and remembering
another satisfied smile she sometimes had -- no, always had -- as she lay in
his arms and his bed in the afterglow of coitus.  He thought of how her voice
sounded last Sunday when he spoke to her and invited her to his new apartment.
And thinking of her smile and her voice made him glance at her mouth, and think
therefore of how she kissed him when they met today, and how her kisses had
been years ago -- much better, because those kisses were not in public on the
street, and often led to better things.  He thought also of how Naomi used her
mouth in another way and on another part of him than his lips, and how that
part of him fit so very well into her, and how it felt there and what it did to
her, and what that did to him...  And he wondered how she felt about him now.
     At last Naomi remembered the house-warming gift she had brought for Lew.
It was a cubical battery-operated weather radio, useful to anyone but
especially to someone concerned with ocean conditions.  She had strapped the
box onto the bicycle.
     She went to the corner, telling Lew she had a present for him, and he
followed her.  Naomi took it from the box, showed it to him, and told him what
it was.  The last part was not really necessary, but he smiled broadly, thanked
her, and bent to kiss her on the lips.  This time that last part made a big
difference. 
     Naomi knew when their lips touched that at least a lot of the old fire was
still there.  How much, she wanted to find out.  She thought to herself that
the radio was a cube, was solidly built, wasn't going to be harmed by being
dropped a few feet -- as she let it fall to the floor and raised her arms
around Lew and opened her mouth.
     She wanted him as much as she ever had, if not more.
     Lew's arms in their turn now descended to the middle of her back and held
her to him as his tongue entered and circled hers like two fat earthworms
trying to pass in a tunnel built for one.  Very soon things passed from his
holding her to his holding her up, and then to his following her down to the
soft deep comfort of the carpet.
     "That at least has not changed," she whispered to him.  "You are every bit
as wonderful at that as years ago."
     "I can't say the same about you," he replied.  "You are much better than I
remembered."
     Naomi groaned and pushed his shoulder back, to pin him to the floor.  She
rolled up and straddled him, sitting just enough off his stomach that he could
stand the weight and barely high enough that she could kiss him deeply again,
this time being the aggressor.
     This forward action on her part may have done something for her ego, for
her psychology, and was a nice variation for Lew, but the total effect
exhausted her and she lay across him soon to rest.  He liked that too.
     Naomi could now feel the warm insistent pressure of him against the crotch
of her chinos, and it grew with the new angle as he had her sit up so that he
could remove her denim jacket and toss it aside.  She leaned forward then and
let her legs straighten, so that she lay entirely on his body and his hands
massaged her back, less to relax than to arouse her.
     "Oh -- oh -- oh!" she said.
     Then he rolled her so that they lay side by side and he kissed her mouth.
Lew put one arm around her and let the other hand roam freely up and down her
clothing.  Naomi did the same a little later, and when her hand settled on the
hard tube of his erection,  he was sure she wanted him to move to the next
stage.
     He broke the kiss, then lay her on her back and resumed it.  When next he
raised his head, she stared at him with a moist and open mouth and a
half-glazed half-dazed look in her eyes.  That continued while he unbuttoned
the white cotton blouse and spread it open.
     "Yes," she whispered.
     Lew drank in for a moment the beauty of the combination of her golden skin
and the turquoise bra she wore.  Then he kissed her lips quickly again and
continued down her neck and between her breasts and on to her navel, which he
tickled with the tip of his tongue.  Naomi squirmed and pulled him back to her
mouth.
     She raised her body again, kicking off her loafers, and he slid the blouse
from her shoulders and set it to one side.  Now she continued the motion,
rising over Lew again to open his shirt and draw it down to his chest, kissing
and nipping and touching as the impulse came.  While she was there his hands
rose up and touched the clasp on the back of her bra.
     Naomi trembled as he did that, but she whispered "Yes" again and he
continued.  He slid the brightly-colored straps over her shoulders and down her
arms to uncover her moderate but perfect breasts.  And after the clothing fell
onto his chest, his fingers rose to her mounds and nipples, and she trembled
again.
     She let out a long slow breath at the contact.
     Now he moved her forward and drew one already-full nub with his lips, then
the other.  He lay her back on the carpet, dropping off his shirt and her
brassiere on the pile of clothing.
     His tongue now wandered from her mouth to her nipples and back again until
she was becoming visibly impatient.  Then he pulled down the zipper on her
black chinos and tugged them off.  He gazed at and happily touched the golden
legs between which he had found such silky golden delight so long ago.
     "That feels so wonderful," she said.
     "Yes, you do," he replied.
     His hand went up to part her legs and barely touch the bottom of the
turquoise panties that were all she now wore.  She looked wet and ready, and a
slightly firmer touch confirmed this. He took the clothing in his hand and she
arched her hips to let him expose the last of her oriental treasures.
     But now, to his surprise, she moved aside.  She gently pushed him back and
scrambled to her feet.
     Ignoring his statements of puzzlement, she stood naked over him, then
knelt to untie his shoes and remove them, then his socks. The belt on his pants
came next, and then the slacks themselves.
      When he was reduced to only a plain white pair of briefs, Naomi lay
beside him again and ran one hand over the cloth where it bulged from the sign
of his desire for her.
     Her breathing was heavy and irregular in his ear.
     Then she leaned forward to lower his last covering, and brought it off his
body and his erection rose with the restraint removed.  Her left hand rested on
his stomach, her right grasped the shaft, and her small mouth opened and
descended straining around the circumference.
     The pleasure that Lew felt was so exquisite that he deeply  regretted
having to tell Naomi that she had excited him too much before for him to last
long this way, and they had best be more conventional if she was to get
anything from it.
     "I get a great deal from this," she whispered.  "A great deal from seeing
and feeling your pleasure.  But yes, yes, I want you in me!"
     And so they shifted position yet again.  But the delay from that and what
they said to each other allowed Lew to cool off a little and regain control.
He did not force his way completely into her in one stroke a half-second long
and then explode -- which is what he had felt he had to do, and perhaps what
she also wanted at that moment.
     Instead his hand caressed her opening, spreading and teasing it as he
moved into position above her.  At the first contact between genitals, he
paused and looked into Naomi's eyes, with the head of his raging stand barely
parting her labia but perfectly positioned.  He savored the look in her eyes of
hunger for him.
     His body stayed there, but his head bent now to kiss her lightly on the
lips.  Then his hips came down very slowly, sliding into her bit by controlled
bit, advancing less than an inch more with each inward stroke, until the last
fraction when his will power broke.
     He could not tell if he wanted her so much that he was very sensitive, or
that Naomi was tense and therefore could not relax inside, but she seemed very
tight and the pressure was great.  For her too, it appeared.
     With that first full insertion came Naomi's first orgasm.  Her second took
perhaps another half-dozen strokes, her third ten more. Neither counted after
that, until they reached a point where the strokes became too swift to ever be
distinguished and Naomi's heels beat the rug like drums and her nails dug into
his back to leave little scars of passion.
     They slept there on the carpet for a time, then awoke and showered
together and retreated to his bed to nap again.  It was four o'clock, five
hours after Naomi's arrival, when they woke again.
     This time the petting and fondling led her to kiss and then to engulf his
growing manhood, as he moved her hips above his face.  And so they held a
classic 69 for some minutes.  Then he said to Naomi, "I have an idea, I want to
try something."
     And she rolled to one side.  Lew then scooted his body down until his feet
and legs were on the floor and his hips were almost off the bed.  This made his
manhood stand out more than before, and Naomi was amused and more eager to
return to where she was.  
     And so she did, and so did he.  But now he soon raised his upper body,
removing one hand from Naomi's body to steady himself.  This caused his hips to
slip a little more and the top of her head to be below the level of the bed.
And then he stood.
     His arms had wrapped around Naomi's body, his mouth and tongue were as
before deep into her core, her black hair hung straight down below her head,
their bodies were pressed together, and every bit of his erection was now
inside her mouth and throat.
     Lew staggered forward and turned, and at the last he leaned against the
wall, legs braced, and his burrowing twisting tongue made her hips shake in
orgasm at almost the moment she accepted a load of semen in her throat.  The
fear of injury from his falling or his dropping her perhaps made that rush of
ecstacy all the sweeter.
     Since Naomi still lived with her grandmother, she could not spend the
night with him, but she left late and was back early in the morning.  They
spent every available moment together for some time, and a lot more after they
married.


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