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This story was produced as adult entertainment o o and should not be read by minors. o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o Untitled Love Story (MF) By Anonymous Author (1996) ***** I had been sitting there about an hour, smoking my cigarettes non- stop for about twenty minutes, just staring at her, when she walked over to me. "Are you...waiting for someone?" she said. She had beautiful eyes. Those dark, animated eyes, that drive me crazy. "No, actually, I've just been sitting here trying to gather up the guts to walk over to you." "That's sweet." She smiled, showing off the brightest set of teeth I've ever seen in my entire life, "Jenny, by the way." "Jason. It's a pleasure to meet you at last." I held out my hand. She shook it. She felt wonderful. "So...you come here often?" I gave her a sarcastic look, and started laughing. "No, this is actually my first time in a bar alone. I've just been really bored lately." "Well, we can't have that now, can we?" She lit up a cigarette, seductively blowing out the smoke through the corner of her mouth. I don't care what the surgeon general says. There is something infinitely seductive about a cigarette. We talked for about an hour or so, the entire time, I had the hardest time not staring at her. Fortunately, she had those eyes. I am obsessive about trying to hide my inevitable glares, and those eyes made it damn easy. Of course, this isn't to say that her chest was anything to scoff at; she was wearing this incredible black top (actually, she was wearing all black. I love that) that really showed off her chest. She had a perfect chest: not too big, not too small. We talked about movies (a favorite subject of mine), fine literature (A.A. Milne, Lewis Carol), and the fact that neither of us had gotten laid in over a year. I was really starting to like this girl. Next thing we knew, it was 2 A.M. Closing time. The inevitable closing time. The awkwardness that followed almost killed me. Dead silence. "Here," she slipped me a napkin, folded up, "call me." And with that she kissed me, a beautiful, long kiss, one that I'll tell my grandkids about. And she walked away, her mini skirt, (which I had stared at for those twenty minutes earlier) showing off those beautiful (black stockings covering, of course) legs of hers. * The next day, I woke up at about noon or so, and ran to my computer. I'm a film critic, and I get to set my own hours (the only nice thing about the job. The downside of course being that I never leave my apartment). I turned on my computer and started reviewing a god awful movie. I couldn't. I just couldn't stop thinking about her. Would I sound too desperate, if I called her now? What would Woody Allen do in a situation like this? (Woody's my idol.) Bad idea, I thought to myself. He'd probably just cast a new movie, and seduce the star. I waited until about six (without doing any work, and masturbating about 3 times). And then I caved in and called her. She wanted to come over. (Woo!). I said I'd make dinner (I can't really cook very well, but I figured, what the hey). The slowest two hours in my entire life passed. I felt like masturbating, but I figured cum stains on a shirt aren't exactly the best way to get a girl to like you. I set the room up perfectly. Candles, wine, you name it. The whole schtick. I even had the always romantic music ready. The doorbell. I practically had a heart attack. I opened the door. Again with the heart attack bit. She looked like Betty Schaefer from Sunset Boulevard (my favorite movie). Ooh yeah. Long black dress, black top, hair pinned back in that 1950's way that drives me crazy. And those eyes. We sat, we wined we dined, and then we talked. And then, at about midnight, between mindless talk, she kissed me. And it was better than the previous night's kiss. My hands started to move up her back, groping wildly at her. Her hand went down my pants to my eagerly awaiting cock. I unzipped her top, and slid it off, being careful not to mess up her beautiful hair. She stepped back, and took off her bra. She came towards me, topless. I kissed her mouth, and then her neck, just between her ear and her shoulder. She whispered my name, softly, "Jason," she said, "I want you." After over a year's worth of celibacy, this was music to my ears. I kissed her chest, then moved down to her breasts. I kissed one of her beautiful breasts, making her nipples grow. I fondled one between my thumb and forefinger. We moved into my bedroom (actually, I carried her. Hah!) She stood before me, and slid out of her dress, letting it fall to the floor. She stood before me now, topless, wearing only her black stockings and panties. She sat on my bed, and slowly rolled them off. Meanwhile, it had occurred to me, that I was staring, dumbfounded. Snapping back into reality for a moment, I undressed (my clothes weren't nearly as elaborate, and therefore this was hardly as erotic). She was completely naked, as was I. She spread herself out on my bed, and beckoned me (I thanked god for this. I can't remember a time when I was ever beckoned). I moved in and kissed her softly. In a surprisingly violent act, she flipped me over, and began kissing me, stronger now, than I have ever felt. She ran her hand up and down my cock, slowly, and then she started kissing my cock, slowly, letting her tongue linger long after each kiss. She took me into her mouth, and started moving her head up and down....I grasped at her hair, that beautiful black hair and ran my hands through it. I came, in her mouth (a new thing for me. No one has ever actually let me do that ( I dig.) She swallowed me whole. I flipped her back over, and began massaging her clit. She was wet. Oh so wet. It teased her a bit, running my finger up and down her slit, getting her wetter and wetter. Then finally, when she could take no more, I slid one finger into her. Then two. Then three. She gasped with pleasure. I massaged her clit with my thumb while I did this (my trademark). She whispered my name again. Filling me with such immense lust that I had to have then and there. I kissed her on the lips, and whispered (wait ten seconds). I grabbed a condom (hey, I was horny, not stupid). In what seemed like hours, I slid the damned thing on. Actually, she helped me. I doubt I could have done anything at this point, I was so horny. I climbed on top of her, and slid into her. She gasped. I started going, slowly at first, then moving faster, and faster and faster. She gasped for air, and began saying my name as if in a mantra. I kissed her. In her passion, she couldn't kiss back, so helpless of what had swept over her. I kissed her neck again, and then stared into those eyes. She scratched my back, her nails digging into in. I felt nothing, as we both came. I kissed her softly as I emptied myself. Then at last, both of us finished, she kissed me back. I dismounted (so to speak) and kissed her. She lit a cigarette, and passed it to me. We lay there, smoking our cigarettes, and I though to myself, life is good. Then I turned to her and said, "Have you ever seen Sunset Boulevard?"