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Didn't Expect This (MF, rom)
by David W Morgan (d_morgan@ix.netcom.com)

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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 thrusted 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.