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I started this story ages ago, and was waiting until all 7 chapters were
finished before posting, but I've changed my mind, and would like some feedback
to decide whether I should continue. Any and all criticisms accepted.
Revision 1.0
Original posted in
Comments can be sent to nobby.nobbs@virgin.net
**Disclaimer
This story is of an adult nature, and is intended for people over the age of 18
(in the UK at least). If you are not old enough to read this in your country,
then don't. It as simple as that. Same goes for people who are offended by
this type of material. No-one if forcing you to read it, if you don't like it,
don't read it.
**Special note
I'm English not American, but still, with the bombardment of American images
that we receive in this country on TV and in films, I get confused from time to
time. It's not my fault, blame the media!!! The name Nobby Nobbs comes from the
Discworld(R) series of books by Terry Prachett.
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Phone Talk [2/7]
by Nobby Nobbs
(c)Copyright 1999 Nobby Nobbs
Chapter 2
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The pair had been good freinds since starting university, but it wasn't until
well into the third term that they were confirmed as a couple. In the run up to
the years big event, the May Ball, they had flirted a great deal. The night of
the party, events almost forced them together.
A large group from the same hall of residence had resolved to go together, but
Rachel and a freind of hers were very slow getting dressed, so John and a freind
of his waited for them. They ended up spending the majority of the evening
toegther as a foursome.
Halfway into the night, John found himself at the roulette table with Rachel on
his arm. He wasn't having much sucsess so asked Rachel to choose a number to bet
on. The number came up and in celebration John turned to Rachel and kissed her
full on the lips. It was a brief kiss, but full of passion. When it ended they
stared into each others eyes for a few seconds, before embraceing again.
For the rest of the night they were inseperable. They danced close, they sat
and talked, but most of all they kissed, kissed and kissed. When the bands had
finished playing, and the DJ was playing records to wind the night down, John
and Rachel sat at a table on the edge of the the dance of the dance floor.
Their lips were locked together in passion, their tonges exploring each others
mouths. As John's hands rested on Rachels strong thighs, feeling her legs
through the soft material of her dress, Rachels hands opened up two buttons on
his shirt, and slipped inside to play with the hair on his chest.
John pulled away form the kiss, "Shall we go?"
"Why?" she asked.
"If we wait 'till the end of the night there will be a crush to get out. It
could take ages to make it back home."
"I suppose your right, it would be nice to beat the rush." she said.
"We could take a long slow walk around the campus on the way back to the hall.
It's a nice night from what I've seen."
"It was raining earlier when I went out to the loo."
"Yeah but, it's stopped now. It's warm, the moons out. It'll be really nice."
So they did. Rachel buttoned up Johns shirt, they retrieved Johns coat from the
cloak room, and they left the ball a good half hour before the end. No sooner
were they outside than Rachel started to shiver.
"I thought you said it was warm." said Rachel.
"I might have been wrong." said John, "Here," he said offering her his warm
overcoat, "take this, it will warm you up a bit."
"What about you?" she asked, "Won't you be cold?"
"Rach, I'm wearing a tux, you've got on a thin evening gown. If you take this
we'll be about equally dressed."
"O.K."
They walked around the campus, enjoyng the quietness after the volume of the
party. They walked arm in arm, talking about nothing. There was a direct route
from the marquee where the ball was to the hall where they lived. It should
have taken them just five minutes. Instaed they took a longer route, around the
campus, looking at the buildings which bustled during the day silently bathed in
the moonlight. They stopped at the fish pond by the biology building, looked
out over the sea from the geography tower balcony. In all it took nearly an
hour to walk back. When they finally got back to the hall, John offered Rachel
a late night drink.
He led her to his room and put on some soft music while he waited for the kettle
to boil.
"Tea or Coffee?" he asked.
"Tea please. I can't stand coffee." she said.
"That's good," said John, "'cause I don't like coffee either so I don't actually
have any."
"Then why ask," said Rachel giggling a little.
"Just being polite." he replied.
Rachel was stood in the middle of the room, still with Johns overcoat draped
over her shoulders. John walked up behind her and put his hands on her
shoulders.
"I'll hang this up if you don't mind."
"No, not at all." she said as he lifted the garment away and hung it up on the
hook on his door.
"Why don't you sit down." he said, gestureing to the bed.
She accepted his offer while he poured out two mugs of steaming hot tea.
"How do you take it." John asked.
"White please, no sugar."
"Ahh," said John, 'This is where you tell me that your sweet enough already?"
"I wasn't going to."
"Well you should have," he said as he brought the mug over and handed it to her,
"because it would have been true."
She took the drink from him and craddled it in her hands. He sat down on the
bed beside her. They sat silently for a while, sipping the warming drinks and
listening to the music. It was turned down quiet as a conssesion to anyone who
might have been asleep, but it added to the mood no end. In time, John broke
the silence.
"I really enjoyed tonight." he said, "I think it's something we maybe should
have done a long time ago."
Rachel looked into his eyes and smiled. "Maybe," she said, "but then tonight
wouldn't have been so sweet."
They leaned towards each other, their lips beckoning. A brief kiss followed,
but was made awkward by the cups they were both holding. John took Rachels cup
from her and placed it on the desk a few feet from his bed. As he sat back down
again Rachel wrapped her arms around his neck and locked her lips to his. Their
lips parted and their tongues entwined, and John's hands slipped down to
Rachel's hips.
Rachel wore a gown with a slit all the way up one side, and soon as they
continued to embrace, his hand found it's way down to her stocking clad thigh.
He stroked it gently, enjoying the feel of the sheer silk against his skin.
Deep in Rachel's belly, something began to stir.
She leaned forward, pressing herself to him and pulling his head harder against
hers. With her hands still around his neck, she groped for the clasp of his
bow-tie, and undid it. Then she moved her hands around, and starting with the
top button, she began to open up his shirt.
John's hand slid further up her leg, to the lacey stocking top and beyond to the
soft white flesh. Meantime, for the second time that evening, Rachel ran her
fingers through his chest hair. With her other hand she continued to open the
buttons of his shirt until they were all done. She tugged at it, pulling it
from inside his trousers. Then she moved her hands up and pushed the shirt off
his shoulders. She bent her head to kiss his neck, then moved down to his
chest, kissing each of his nipples in turn. He couldn't help but groan in
pleasure.
John's hands were now in different places, one stroking the flesh at the top of
her thigh, the other pawing at her breast through the gown she wore. The gown
had a piece cut out of it, exposing some of her cleavage. He sliped a hand into
this cutout, aiming to seek out her pink buds. The hole wasn't big, and his
position was awkward. Rachel reached up to the back of her neck, undoing the
button there and then sliding down the zipper. As the gown fell from her
shoulders, John struggled to take his hand out of the hole in the garment,
freeing it to explore the newly exposed flesh of her tits.
With the gown now around her waist, John was surprised to see that she had wore
no bra that evening. Those wonderfully full breasts had held themselves up all
night, defying gravity. That was perhaps the advantage of them not being overly
large. His hand gripped one of them firmly, squeezeing it, playing with the
nipple which stuck out hard and pink.
Not wanting to give preference to one over the other, he quickly switched his
attention from one tit to the other. He cupped the breast he was kissing with
one hand, and with his other hand he pinched and flicked at the other one. With
his mouth he sucked at the pink, swollen nipple, occasionaly biting it gently,
rolling it between his teeth, and flicking it with his tounge. Rachel threw her
head back and couldn't help but let out a sigh. She been in this position with
previous boyfreinds, but none of them had caused the kind of sesations now
eminating from her chest. The waves of pleasure rippled through her body, and
she was more than enjoying it, she was loving it.
John continued to work on Rachel's nipples, alternating his attentions between
them, but now he moved his hands down to where her dress was bunched around her
hips. With her head still thrown back, Rachel leaned back sightly, resting her
weight on her hands. John gripped her gown and tugged at it, trying to pull it
down, but as Rachel sat on the bed she also sat on her gown, preventing it from
moving. Without a word, John looked up Rachel, who stared back into his eyes.
He was looking for a sign, waiting for her to tell him to stop or go on. She
gave him his answer by lifting her bum up from the bed. This allowed John to
pull the gown down, past her glorious round ass, past her knees, and off. He
made an attempt to throw it down on the floor, but Rachel reached out a hand to
stop him.
"No," she said, "that was expensive, don't just throw it on the floor. Put it
on the back of that chair."
John rose from the bed and walked over to the chair by his desk. Carefully he
laid the black gown over it, and turned to return to the bed. As he approched
Rachel knelt on the bed waiting for him. She reached out her hands and gripped
his cumberbund. She smiled up at him, looking into his eyes. She reached
around his back to unclasp the garment, pulling him close to her. The
cumberbund was whipped off and thrown across the room. She kissed his hairy
stomach, dipping her tounge into his navel. He lookied down at her, running his
hand through her hair as she kissed him.
Her hands worked quickly now, trying to open up his slacks. She struugled with
the three buttons on the formal trousers, but once they were undone she slid the
zip down and open too. With the support gone, John's trousers fell around his
ankles. Rachel was now face to face with the bulge that had formed in John's
tight boxer shorts. She bent forward and kissed his dick through the material,
and then looked him the eyes again. She smiled a wicked smile, and her eyes
glinted.
Again she lent forward, this time taking the waistband of his shorts in her
mouth. She pulled it out and down, over his cock, which poped into view,
hitting her on the forhead as is sprang out of it's prison. She let the shorts
fall out of her mouth, pulling them down past his kness with her hands. At the
same time she moved her head up, again his dick hitting her head.
"I'm sorry," she said in an innocent little girl voice, "did that hurt you?"
Before John could answer she continued, "I'd better kiss it better."
She took hold of his cock with her right hand, and reached around to grip his
bum with the left. She looked at it for a moment, studing it from different
angles, then she bowed her head and took as much of it as she could into her
mouth. He was almost entirely buried in her, her nose touched his belly. For a
few brief moments he stayed there. Then she began to move her head back and
forth, sucking him deep down her throat each time, and kneading his ass cheek,
pulling him to her. She started slowly, using her tounge to constantly lick up
and down and around his cock while it was between her lucsious lips. Then she
built up more speed, and he began to rock his hips against her head, thrusting
into her mouth each time she sucked him in. He was getting close to the edge,
relly worked up. He knew he wouldn't last too much longer. His head was
telling him to stop her, that he didn't want to end the night like this, but his
body was crying out for release, and told his head to mind it's own business.
He gripped her head with both hands, trying to hold her still, and began to
thrust into her mouth harder.
She sensed he was close. She was in two minds what to do. She had only tasted
sperm a couple of times before, and quite liked the taste, but if he came now
would he be spent for the night? She had had boyfreinds in this position
before, and after shhoting their load they had either left or fallen asleep.
She was worked up now, and she wanted that cock inside her. She decided to stop
him, but she was too late. As she tried to bat away the hands that held her
head tightly, he suddenly began to jerk his hips, losing the rythem of his
trusts. She felt his cock swell slightly in her mouth, before it was flooded
with his cum.
He let out a huge groan as he emptied himself into her mouth. She swallowed as
much as she could, but some dribbled out of the side of her mouth, desipte the
fact that his cock was still wedged in her throat like a stopper. She noticed
that although his dick had shrunk slightly, it was still very much hard, and
usable. She took it out of her mouth and began to lick the last few drops of
milky goop off it. When it was clean she looked up at him. While she stared
into his eyes she raised a hand up and wiped away the sperm that had dripped
from the side of her mouth. She then placed the finger in her mouth and sucked
it clean.
John was drained, but he was also more turned on than he had ever been before,
and he was damned if he was going to stop now. He pushed Rachel back so that
she was lying on the bed, and reached down to her panties. As her pulled them
off they almost stuck to her they were so wet. The sound thar was made as the
soggy fabric peeled away from Rachel's wet body was obscene. Rachel was glad to
be rid of them. Now she lay on the bed dressed in only her black stockings and
suspender belt. While John removed his final items of clothing, his socks,
Rachel parted her legs slightly, and found her own hands reaching down to feel
how wet she was. John clambered onto the bed, on top of Rachel. He kissed her
full on the lips, his tounge sliding into her mouth. She barley had time to
respond to the kiss when he broke it off.
He moved down her body, kissing her neck, her chest, her stomach. He slid his
way down to her pussy, pulled in by her musky scent. He looked up her body,
past the valley of her boobs and into her eyes. Keeping his eyes locked to
hers, he dropped his head down, kissing her pussy as if it was a mouth. He
snaked his tounge inside her, causeing her to jump and let out a moan of
satisfaction. For the next few minuites he used his tounge to lick up and down
her pussy lips, to search out the coners of her pussy where no tounge had been
before. All of Rachel's previous partners had only been concerned with one
thing, getting themselves off. She had never realised that any man would be
prepared to take the time to pleasure her like this, and she was being well
pleasured. A fire was rising inside her, the likes of which she had never
experienced before. As she built towards an orgasm she gripped John's head, as
he had done to her earlier, not wanting him to stop. She began to buck her hips
against his face, rubbing her clit against him. In response he stopped, pulled
away from her. He knew she was close, and he wanted to tease her.
As he pulled his head waay, her hands not strong enough to hold him there, she
wimpered in an almost pathetic way, "Don't. Don't stop. Please, don't stop."
John smiled wickedly, and reached a hand down to her. He seached out her clit
with his thumb and began to rub it gently. Her hands stopped clamering for him
as the sensations returned. Previously she had only ever brought herself to
orgasm, but now she needed John to give the sexual release she craved. He had
worked her into a frenzy and she wanted to cum. Suddenly he pushed down hard on
her clit, and slid two fingers inside her without warning. That was enough to
send her over the edge. The orgasmic waves ripped through her body, more
intense than she had ever experienced before. She thrashed against his hand
uncontrolably, and almost screamed with the pleasure. John had to cover her
mouth with his hand so that his neighbour wouldn't hear.
As she came back to earth John rached over to his bedside table. Rachel guessed
he was after a condom, and she stopped him, pulled him to her.
"It's okay, there's no need for one."
"What.." said John surprised, in all his pervious encounters the girls had
insisted on a rubber.
"I'm on the pill." she said.
"yeah, but.." John began, but Rachel interupted him with a kiss.
"Just shut up an fuck me."
They kissed again, a kiss which would remain unbroken for the rest of the
encounter. He reached down and gripped his cock, guiding it into her waiting
pussy. She reached down and parted her lips for him, inviting him in. He slid
in easily, all the way up to his ball in one long smooth thrust. He waited
there for a few seconds, getting used to the feel of her, then pulled out
slowly, so that only the bulbous purple head of his cock was inside her. Then
he trust back in with force.
He did this a few more times, slowly pulling out and then forceing himself back
in quickly. Then he began to work himself into a rhythm. She kept pace with
him, moving her hips to match his thrusts. They stayed like this for over
fifteen minuites, then he reached down and lifted her legs over his arms, rasing
her bum up off the bed, giving him better accsess. She was almost folded in
two, but now each thrust went into her further than ever before. He thrusts
became quicker as he built towards his climax. Not wanting her to miss out, he
put all his weight on one arm, and while he still thrust deep into her, he used
his other hand to rub her clit, trying to bring them both off together. He
wanted to hold off for her, but he was too close. His thrusts became irregular,
and with one final push inside he let out a scream muffed by her mouth, and
emptied himself into her.
She felt the first jet hit the top of her womb, but it was the second that set
off her own climax. She came hard, quivering underneath him, her pussy milking
his cock for every last drop of of it's life giving liquid. They were high
together, and they came down together. He rolled off her, and they both
struggled to get under the covers. He lay on his back, and she snuggled up
beside him, her head and hand on his chest as they fell into a deep, satisfied
sleep.
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**Copyright Notice
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or otherwise, is probably coincididental, but on the other hand.....
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