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(Note: I am not the author, only the archivist.

The author's name has come detached from this story.  If you are the
author, please contact me.  I like to see writers get credit for their
work.

This story deals with themes of explicit sex.  If you're too young to
be here, you're too young to read it.  Scram.)



Something I Didn't Expect




   I awoke to the smell of a dew covered lawn -- the lawn just outside
the window of her parents' bedroom.  She had already left for work,
and here I was with an entire day to wait for her.  Not that waiting
was all I would do, but I am not so naive to think that any of it
means anything compared to her return.

   I hear the door open, and her voice as she calls to me.  It is only
a brief greeting but after an entire day of anticipation, it might as
well be an open invitation to attack her.  We eat dinner quietly, both
glancing at each other every few moments, as if to see if our thoughts
are the same ...

   And then dinner is over.  She stands and stretches very slowly, and
again the ache for her body wells up in my own.  She glides down the
hall, "to change" she says.  I follow, and she glimpses me watching.
As if playing out a fantasy, she begins to strip, first unbuttoning
her blouse, then sliding it slowly down over her shoulders, revealing
lacy black bra straps over deeply tanned skin.  She only owns one
black bra, one we bought together when I told her I thought she'd look
wonderful in it.  It came with a matching g-string, which we purchased
for the same reason.  I still hadn't ever seen them on her.

   She moved to the window, through which a gentle breeze was blowing,
and looked out across the yard.  It was twilight out, and the moment
took on an eerily dreamy quality -- dim, drunk, and slow.  She turned,
and although I couldn't see her hands, I heard her zipper slide down,
and watched as she slid her skirt over her shapely hips, until they
lay on the floor around her ankles.  I gasped when I saw her panties,
the g-string, wrapped around her perfect ass.  I moved to her, and she
threw one leg around me as I buried my face in her neck.  With my
hands I weighed each ass cheek, and then I lifted her and took her to
the bed.  Many times we had had passionate moments, but never had we
made love.  Her virginity was something she valued, and my love for
her made me respect that.  I kissed her everywhere, the base of her
neck where it meets the shoulder, the shoulder itself, the inside of
her elbow, to the cleft of her swollen breasts.  Pushing her bra up
over her chest, I moved my mouth over her nipple and she squealed,
clasping her knees around my right leg and clutching my ass with both
hands.  She began to push her hips up into me as I continued to lick
and suck her nipples.  I sat up and removed my own shirt while she
undid my belt and stroked my stomach muscles.  I stood and off came my
jeans, revealing my own underwear, barely restraining my engorged
manhood.  She hungrily pulled my cock out and began to lick it,
spending what seemed like hours before actually placing it in her
mouth.  By then however, I needed to taste her, so I pushed her onto
her back and began working my way around until my mouth was poised
over her panty-clad box.  Pulling the fabric aside, I gently began to
probe the folds of her cunt with the tip of my tongue.  Her mouth
sucked harder on my cock, and I increased the speed of my tongue's
strokes.  Soon I was openly sucking her clit, and her hips were
bucking up into my face with a fury I'd never seen.  Finally her
thighs tightened around my head, she stopped sucking me off and
screamed -- something she'd never done before.  For what seemed an
eternity she thrust her pussy and held my face in place, until slowly
her urgency subsided.  Now she drew me up to her, and asked if I'd
remove her panties and bra completely.  After doing so I climbed into
bed with her, and she quickly grabbed my cock and started to tickle it
gently with her fingertips.  I rolled on top of her and kissed her
deeply, and she responded by wrapping her legs around me.  "Make love
to me," I whispered, knowing her answer would be the same as always.
She shook her head 'no' and reached for the nightstand.  When she
pulled it back her hand held a condom.

   "Not without this," she replied.  In seconds she had opened the
package and rolled the rubber over the head and down the shaft of my
erection.  Her legs parted for me and I asked if she was sure.  She
nodded and grasped my dick, placing the head against her soaking wet
and swollen pussy.  I slowly slid it into her, each inch dissolving
more of her virginity.  At first our pace was slow, me pushing my cock
in and drawing it back, she pushing her pelvis up at the apex of each
movement.  Soon though, I was thrusting harder, and her moans turned
into low, gutteral growls.  Her fingernails dug into my back, and her
vagina clenched hard around me and spasmed, clenching again and again
as she began to cry out.  Her pleasure overtook me, and I gave her
cunt one more deep thrust before emptying my come into it.


   I love her.

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