Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality
From: an255@anon.penet.fi (natasha)
Subject: Blackie
Date: Wed, 16 Dec 1992 01:29:39 GMT

			       Blackie

		 Three o'clock Thursday, and the phone rings.

	Rachelle's voice plays across the line,

	"Come on over, won't you?"

	Rachelle, a nineteen year old sophomore at the local community
college, has a way of obtaining her desires...

	"Sure, I'll be by in about a half and hour... "

	"And bring some smoke?"

	"Ok, See ya."

	We both came from the same small town, though I
	had not lived there long, to a city of 200,000,
	supposedly to get a college degree. Albeit that
	alone could have formed the basis of an
	alliance, Rachelle had caught my eye well before
	I learned our future plans held common elements.

	I had made her friendship a primary goal, though
	I certainly wouldn't have objected to intimate
	companionship. After we each had a chance to get
	settled into our new surroundings, I called to
	ask her over; to party, see my space and
	whatever came up.

	Being new to the area, I had chosen to spend the
	first semester in the Dorms. Much to my
	surprise, by the 4th week of classes, the whole
	first floor began a regular routine of partying
	together on the weekends.

	Nizar, a Syrian, helped to make this possible,
	as he was the only freshman who looked old
	enough to buy without ID. Albert, his roommate
	from Alaska, helped to finance most of those
	purchases, although we all chipped in.

	When Rachelle showed up, I promptly helped her
	out of her coat and took her down to show her
	off. She made quite a splash with the guys, and
	seemed able to handle it well. Albert
	immediately challenged me to a game of, "Shot
	Gammon", backgammon where the loser has to take
	a shot of the alcohol of the day. Rachelle
	watched as I lost several games in a row,
	finally taking the penalty of two shots to get
	out of the game. By now, the main focus of the
	party had moved to the common lounge area, where
	someone had yelled pizza!

	Albert left, leaving the two of us alone in his
	room, which in my state was not such a good
	idea. When he returned, he walked in to see us
	making out on Nizar's bed, and promptly
	apologized before leaving again. We could hear
	him explaining to Nizar, who had some trouble
	believing we could be doing such a thing on his
	bed.

	I had to chuckle. I suggested to Rachelle that
	we return the room to them, after all it was
	their's. Apologizing to Nizar on the way out, he
	slapped me on the back, and warned me that Chuck
	was in my room. Which posed two problems, one of
	which I had to solve in order to get Rachelle
	home. After knocking on the door several times,
	Chuck rummaged through my closet and gave me her
	coat and mine. And I set out to escort her home,
	having started to sober up.

	As we were walking, we talked. She had just met,
	"the crew" and was full of questions. Seeking
	short cuts, I led her along the mill creek, at
	one point reaching out to take her hand. Areas
	of darkness alternated with places where the
	moonlight dappled the ground.

	At one such place, I stopped, and when she
	turned, looking up into my eyes, my arm went
	around her shoulder pulling her close as we
	kissed. Just a moment, yet something we'd both
	remember in the days to come.

	The dead phone line buzzing in my ear intruded my revery.

	I wonder what might be possible for tonight. Perhaps we could
cuddle up in front of the television together.

	After tossing my books on the bed, I grabbed up some stuff to
take with me, and splashed on some cologne. Five minutes later I
walked out the door of the duplex I shared with my roommate, and
brother.

	Rachelle lived in a small house alone, about 2 miles away.
Since it was still early fall, I walked. Along the way, I drifted off
into memories of our mutual past, oblivious to my surroundings.

	Like the time I helped her assemble her new
	waterbed, and she'd made me, "Eggplant Parmesan"
	in reward. When she called and asked me over for
	my help, I gave her a hard time about, "testing
	it out".

	Little did she know, that she'd won my heart.
	Little did I know, that such a self sufficient
	girl wanted nothing more than to have a friend
	she could count on.

	Turning the last corner, her modest three rented house sat
there. Before making it to the first step, the door swung open, and
Rachelle stood there, dressed casually, 5'6", in all her beauty.

	"Well are you going to come in?"

	"Sure, ah, just admiring the picture you make."

	She closed the door behind me, grabbing my hand and leading me
to her bedroom. Plopping down on her bed, I pulled out the object of
her immediate desire.

	My brother and I started growing pot about when
	we started college, a dual major of sorts.
	Though never actually sold any, we did learn
	agriculture and hydroponics.

	Rachelle, being close to both of us, knew of
	this particular extra curricular activity. And
	often stopped by to admire the flowering plants
	beauty.

	Soon we were settling back, mellow, discussing school, events
etc.

	When the subject of her electronics class came up, she went
into the living room to gather her most recent lab report. Her pup, a
German shepherd, came bounding in to say hello. And was on the bed in
my lap before I knew it.

	After a playful tussle of the pups head, I pushed him off my
lap and took the lab paper from Rachelle. As she settled back, the pup
said hello to her to. Evidently being alone in the living room was not
his idea of a good time.

	Though I couldn't make out the meaning of her lab paper, I
went through it page by page, until I noticed what was up a few feet
away from me. It seems that a simple hello from pup to master was less
than adequate after banishment. He worked his way down her neck,
licking her upper chest.

	She pushed at him, telling him to go away. As his back legs
shifted his excitement became apparent. Slightly embarrassed, and
slightly excited myself, I was unsure of what to do.

	"Let him be," I heard myself saying, "I want to see what he's
after."

	When she dropped her defense, he redoubled his efforts, one
could almost sense the tension. Of course with her blouse on, he
couldn't go far. Yet he put one paw on her shoulder and moved in, as
if to mount her.

	Seeing that she was in a spot, and not comfortable with all
the attentiveness I exhibited to his actions, I moved in, pulled him
back and covered her with my body as I gave her a kiss. I think I'd
hoped to reassure her, that it was OK, but she pushed away at me too.
As I pulled back, she avoided eye contact.

	Now I really didn't know what to do, so I said that I'd better
be going and got up to leave. She got up grabbing my hand and pulling
me so that we were standing close, still looking at the floor. I gave
her a hug, but not wanting to force anything, invited her to come over
to my place.

	"No, I got some homework to do for tomorrow. Maybe we can go
out Saturday?" she asked.

	"Sure- I replied, how bout a trip up Fall creek?"

	"Ok, call me"

	"I will, later," I said, walking out to the front door, and
closing it behind me.

	The whole way back, I walked again, thinking, trying to
understand how I could establish the trust needed for us to be honest
with each other.

				* * *

	Saturday Morning, the Weatherman reported an expected high of
80. The bright sun contrasted warmly with the crisp fall air. Deciding
not to wait, I began the trek to Rachelle's.

	Having arrived, I knocked on the door. There was no answer,
though I could hear Shep walking around the living room, pausing at
the door. It did not occur to me at the time to wonder about the lack
of barking.

	Thinking she must have stepped out, I went around to the side
and let myself in through the patio door. Inside, Shep confronted me,
tail wagging vigorously. But there were two, a Black Lab I did not
know.

	I went on to the bedroom, pausing to turn the stereo on low.
Both Shep and the Lab followed having made their initial inspection of
me.

	Settling back on the bed, Shep wasted no time climbing aboard
and laying next to me, anxious to be the focus for whatever
companionship he could get. The Lab paced around the bed, unwilling to
violate a rule never taught Shep. Eventually he settled down on the
floor.

	After tussling with Shep's head and ears, I reclined back onto
the bed. Begging for attention, Shep began to lick my hand. Giving in,
I stroked his back as I let my mind wander over the recent past.

	The memory of the previous week crept into awareness, as Shep
rolled onto his side and stretched. Gradually I moved so that I was on
my side facing him; changing the pattern of my strokes so that my hand
glided ever closer to his belly.

	His penis extended an inch, merely a half inch in diameter.
Curious, I reached down and fondled the sheath, stroking it gentle
back and forth. He raised up his head, looking at me, but remaining
motionless otherwise. Within minutes, he had extended to where the
bulge of his ball visible on his shaft, having swelled in diameter to
3/4 of an inch.

	Suddenly he rolled over to his feet; standing, he began to
hump my hand. I watched in fascination as his ball moved in and out of
his sheath, holding gently pressure against the motion of his cock
moving within the casing. Spitting in my other hand, I used it to
surround the extended portion.

	He moved energetically, as he expanded in size. I could feel
the back end of the knot formed by his ball, no longer retreating
within its home. And another two inches behind it moving within the
sheath.

	Letting go with both ends, I watched as he humped the air
futility, lost in the abandonment of lust. Nearly full grown, he stood
about fourteen inches off the floor, yet his cock nearly touched the
bedding, hanging down at an awkward 45 degree angle.

	I realized the Lab no longer lay quietly, but was pacing
around the bed, almost as if Shep's frenzy was contagious. I patted on
the bed, inviting him to join us. Yet he would not climb aboard.

	I moved down onto the floor, and stroked his head, working my
way down his back. In spite of his visible tension, it did not
manifest in signs of lust.

	While stroking his back, I reached under him with my other
hand, moving his sheath back and forth. I could feel he was much
thicker inside, though not even to the point of revealing his penis.

	Shortly, he was moving with my tempo. I ceased stroking his
back and cupped my other hand to receive him as he extended. Within
minutes, 8 inches moved within my hand, as the knot repeatedly slapped
against it. His strokes were short, and tempo picked up. As he came,
he froze, throbbing in my hand. After a minute or so, he pulled away
from me, and lay down in the corner, as he cleaned himself.

	Looking up, I saw Shep standing on the bed, looking down on
me. He had shrunk down to his normal size, though still partially
visible. Catching my eye, he was on the floor in a in a single bound.

				* * *

	I heard the sound of car wheels on gravel. Peeking from behind
the living room curtains, I saw Rachelle's car pulling in.

	Rachelle had a tendency to pick up old cars cheap, and drive
them till the dropped. Typically, the cars she found were, "boats",
terrible gas mileage and difficult to maneuver in city traffic. This
one made for a refreshing change, a small 4 cylinder with a hatch
back.

	Perfect for those 200 mile trips we'd gotten in the habit of
taking together.

	Opening the front door, I smiled and waved at her. She had on
her cutoffs and a t-shirt, dressed to take advantage of the Indian
Summer while it lasted.

	Shep jumped by me, nearly knocking me over on the way to greet
her.

	"Ready to go?" she enquired, as she returned Shep's greeting.

	"Sure, just let me grab my pack". I returned to the bedroom to
retrieve my backpack, seeing the Lab lying curled up in the corner.
As I returned to the living room, I bumped into `Chelle come out of
the bathroom, tanning lotion in hand.

	"Been waiting long?" she asked, standing within a few inches
of me.

	"Nah, just got here a while ago. By the way, whose is the
Lab?"

	"Blackie? I'm just sitting him for a friend who went out of
town for the weekend."

	"Oh- we going to take them with us?"

	"No, I don't want to chance losing them in the woods"

	"Guess we're ready then"

	Fall Creek drained from the Cascade Range into the Willamette
Valley. Less than 45 miles from town, it served as the local fishing-
swimming-boating retreat for the community.

	`Chelle made the trip, stereo up high, windows down, in just
under 1/2 an hour.

	The stream portion drained into a reservoir, above which
native forest surrounded a stream which alternated small waterfalls
and deep pools with short sets of rapids.

	Once above the reservoir, she slowed down, suggesting I pick a
spot. We chose an area where the stream curved, forming a bench with
a large flat rock to sun on, yet separated from the road by aspen
trees in the midst of their fall bloom.

	Stretching out on the sun warmed rock, cares of the real world
faded away, lulled into semi-consciousness by the sounds, smells and
casually pace of the life surrounding us.

	"Put some tanning oil on my back?"

	"Sure." I reached into my pack, and retrieved the oil. The
smell of coconut permeated as I warmed the oil in my hand. Starting
with her shoulders, I massaged the oil in using circle motions
alternated with gentle kneading of her shoulder muscles, encouraging
her to relax. Resting lightly on her rear, I worked my way down to
her strap, hesitating in my movements as I neared it.

	She reached around, and removed it, letting it fall to each
side. I continued down along her spine to the small of her back, and
then worked my way back up along her sides, the tips of my fingers
making small circular motions, lingering longer as I approached the
sides of her breasts.

	As I finished up, she raised her head and glanced at me.

	"Would you mind doing my legs too?"

	"Luv to... "

	Kneeling with one leg between her legs, I worked each leg from
the foot up to the knee, and then each knee to the upper thigh. Each
time I switched legs, I worked a little closer to swimming suit. I
found myself taking extra time with her thighs, not wanting to give up
the chance to caress her. Finally, with no skin left unburnished, I
rolled away to resume my position holding my towel to the rock.

	"Thanks, that was delicious," she murmured.

	After roasting all sides evenly for an hour, she went for a
swim, while I pulled out my stash and loaded the pipe. The fading
afternoon would turn into twilight quickly in the mountains. When she
returned, her nipples stood out visibly as she grabbed up her towel
and worked her brown mane dry.

	"Saving some of that for me?"

	As I handed her the pipe,, "Think we should be headed back?"

	"Soon"

	I moved over next to her, facing the stream, so that we were
sitting shoulder to shoulder. The breeze had picked up slightly, and
created a contrast of warmth were our bodies touched.

	Snuggling closer, she passed me back the pipe.

				* * *

	The trip back had been uneventful, both of us were quiet, as
though lost in our private thoughts.

	After turning on MTV, we put the couch to good use. Something
about her cut-offs had always been a turn on for me. When she put her
legs up on my lap, it seemed only natural that I massage them, much as
I had earlier that day. This time, as her legs parted, I could see the
inner folds of her womanhood peeking out at me.

	Leaning over her, I place gentle kisses on her neck, letting
my left hand explore her breast with more urgency. Taking control of
my roaming, she moved it downward, where the cutoffs she wore met the
tanned skin of her thighs.

	Pulling her half shirt up my other hand, I swallowed her left
nipple, rubbing her mons through the gap left where the top of her
shorts met that beautifully exposed tummy. She pulled her legs up,
allowing me to swing one leg off the couch.

	I knelt on the floor next to her while one hand worked at the
buttons of her shorts, the other moving her bangs off her forehead and
tracing lines along her face.

	Breaking contact, I looked up and saw her eyes looking into
mine, half a question there waiting to be answered. Less than four
strides separated me from the kitchen.

	Within a minute I was back, honey in hand, to find she'd dealt
with the barrier between my desire to taste her again. Setting the
honey on the back of the couch, I crawled down between her legs,
nuzzling her hand with my nose as I inhaled the scent of her desire.
Yielding to my unspoken request, she pulled back, grasping my head
with the hand so soon before denying the pleasure she knew I'd seek.

	Placing a kiss on each thigh near the limits I'd been able to
reach with suntan oil earlier that day, I moved forward to kiss her
tummy as I drew one finger slowly up between the folds of her lips,
drawing the moisture up to her clitoris. Rubbing just above, and
working around and down each side of the hood protecting her sensitive
button, I moved to kneel once again on the floor beside her.

	I retrieved the honey, pulling the lid off the jar and dipped
a finger into the golden liquid. Kissing the side of her breast and
teasing the nipple closest with gentle nips, while with my other hand
spreading the honey on her other breast, working with ever smaller
circles until her entire areole and nipple glistened in the evening
light.

	Once again I moved down to kiss her inner thighs, though this
time I drew her lips into my mouth, a little at a time, my tongue
playing gently with them as my hand placed honey on her other breast,
working ever closer to her clit.

	Having finished with the honey, and exploring both of her
lips, I delved her inner depths with my tongue, seeking more of her.
Drawing my tongue out and up, I worked my tongue toward it toward her
clit, now bravely standing out at the entrance to its home. Bringing
my honey coated finger down, I dipped it in, reaching toward my tongue
from the inside as I massaged around her clit with the tip of my
tongue and lips.

	Pulling my head tighter to her with both hands, she arched her
back. I began a methodical movement within, small circles pressing
towards my tongue, alternated with back and forth motions.

	I drew her clitoris between my lips, circling it with my
tongue, and flicking it as she pulled me tighter.

	Withdrawing my finger, I looked up as I moved forward, the tip
of my cock brushing her thigh as I licked my fingers clean. Then I
worked both nipples, cleaning every trace of the honey off them as I
worked my fingers in and around her pussy, my palm moving against her
mound.

	Unable to hold back any longer, I dropped down and used one
hand to smear the head of my cock against her lips, spreading moisture
as I teased her with entrance we both anticipated.

	Dropping in, just the head penetrated as I arched my back,
groaning while savoring the sensations of two us of merging.

	Working back and forth, I savored my role as the tease for
once, noting with satisfaction as she tried pulling me deeper. Giving
into to what we both wanted, I sunk into her depths until our bellies
and thighs prohibited us from becoming any closer than we were. Using
my elbows against the couch I could rest my chest lightly against
hers, yet have my hand free to caress the side of her face, teasing
her earlobe again. Looking into her eyes, I moved to kiss her, first
on the forehead and then on the lips.

	I began to move my hips, with small motions as I nibbled on
her now exposed ear lobe while she whispered encouragement. We both
froze as someone knocked loudly on the door. That someone could walk
in, with a mere twist on the door knob a few feet away threw panic
into me. I withdrew from her embrace, and pulled own my own pants as
she reached for her cutoffs.

	The knocking returned but with more force this time. Seeing
that we were both dressed, but flushed and out of breath, I paused
before opening the door a crack to see who could be so impatient. I
saw Phil retreating down the walkway, seeming to have given up on
anyone answering.

	Closing it quietly, I clicked the lock in place and dropped to
my knees before `Chelle, who was now sitting on the couch. I could see
the edge of her lips peeking out through the leg holes, and beyond my
ability to tease, I struggled to get her cut offs unbuttoned and back
off that beautiful bod of hers.

	She pushed against the back of the couch, raising her rear end
up so I could work them off. Wasting no time, I made my apology for
letting such a thing come before her, us, our mutual need. By sitting
on the edge of the couch, she eased my access to her love box, and I
savored every inch of it. Way too soon she pushed me away, dropping to
bend over and rested against the couch doggie style. Grabbing my cock,
she pulled me forward and positioned its tip in the entrance, pushing
back as its head slipped in again.

	There was no teasing this time, both of us working in tandem
with an urgency the demanded our full concentration. After I came, I
pulled her off the couch turning her to face me, and onto me as I fell
back onto the floor, massaging her back while kissing and enjoying her
weight against me.

	After lazing in the afterglow, I led her upstairs, to run a
bath. That night we returned to her place, where we cuddled in front
of the TV set until time to crawl into bed.

				* * *

	When `Chelle rose to get coffee for us, Shep was in through
the door like a flash. Both of us laughing, I played with his head and
ears.

	"What's the matter boy, feeling left out?" I asked him.

	Later, `Chelle reported she needed to make a trip out to the
store. Seeing as it was Sunday, and we both needed to prepare for
school, we tacitly agreed that I'd be gone when she got back.

	Lying there, rubbing Shep's hair, I watched as he rolled over,
showing his vulnerable side, and giving me free access to his belly.
Though I didn't touch him directly, it wasn't long before he began
exposing himself.

	Kneeling on the floor, naked, I looked back and urged Shep to
climb up. He seemed unsure of what I asked, til I put his paws on my
shoulders. He started thrusting his hips, fully extended to about 6".

	I reached down between my own legs, and got a hold of him,
hoping to help guide him. I put the tip next to my rosebud. About the
size of a finger, he slipped in easily in spite of my virginity.
Needing no additional coaxing, he went to town.

	I relaxed, and absorbed the physical sensations of him moving
within me. He must have grown, but it was gradually enough that I did
not notice. When I did notice, it was his knot slapping against me,
which had grown to a size which prevented it from slipping inside.

	Curious, I pulled forward to look at him. He dropped his
forelegs to the floor, as though somehow he sensed I wanted him to
dismount.

	All the while, Blackie watched, and his prancing had become
frantic. He did not leave despite the open bedroom door. Shep had
grown to where once again, he almost touched the floor. Standing
there, he looked at me, and then started to clean himself.

	I reached over, and pulled Blackie to me. Apparently less
familiar with the idea, he kept jumping off each time I put his paws
up as I had done with Shep.

	I reached underneath, and massaged him as my other hand rubbed
his neck, calming him. Feeling his shaft grow in my fingers, I knew it
would not be long. When he started moving in rhythm, I stopped,
resumed my position on all fours and pulled him onto me again. He
moved without reservation, pushing into me with a single thrust. I
felt his claws scratch my back as he pulled himself forward,
desperately seeking to bury himself, as if his life depending on it.

	I still needed to guide him in initially, but once there he
never completely withdrew again. I could feel his knot slipping
through as he drove home. After what seemed a few minutes of this, he
must have had second thoughts, and withdrew completely. I looked
around to see what was up, and saw him, eight inches hanging down,
swollen to nearly two inches diameter at the knot. Yet he hadn't come.

	I found myself thinking about his size, and though I'd never
had anyone put more than a finger inside me, he had been moving
without so much as a hint of pain. My own cock was hard, and I reached
for it, dropping one shoulder to the floor. As I stroked myself, with
my ass up in the air, Shep tried mounting me again.

	But Blackie let out a viscous growl. And moved towards Shep. I
was up, and moving before this degenerated further. I grabbed Blackie
and put him in the living room, closing the door.

	Crawling back down to the floor, I resumed my position
stroking myself as I waited. When Shep mounted me the third time,
there was no stopping him. I began to seriously moan, (learning later
that he had been stimulating me from the inside, via the prostate)
stroking myself until I came.

	As I pulled Shep over, rubbing his neck, I knew why Rachelle
would be reluctant to share such a relationship with others. Now it
was my secret too.

	Getting dressed, I left, with the house in order for the most
part.

		      Following Friday Afternoon

	"I'm going out of town to visit, can you watch Blackie?"

	"Sure, we could use a good guard dog here"

	"Ok, I'll just be gone for a day."

	She turned Blackie loose, and he began a survey of his new
house.

	"See ya later," I called as she walked back to her car.

	It had been a while since I'd seen him, but he remembered me
well. Within five minutes I was searching the cupboard, seeking the
stash of honey I'd teased `Chelle about.

	Sitting back on the couch, I put a small amount on myself, and
called Blackie over. He sniffed it tentatively, and then tasted it.
Soon, that long tongue was working me over good.

	This time, I noted Blackie didn't need any outside
encouragement. Dropping to the floor, he mounted me like a pro. This
time I left my shirt on, remember the scratches not yet healed. With a
little guidance, he sunk home. Once again, I found myself, "spaced",
totally lost in the sensations I experienced. I don't know how much
time went by.

	His thrusts had grown shorter, quicker, and he came. I could
feel him twitching inside me, panting as he relaxed. Then there was a
knock on the door- less than 10' away. For the second time, panic
gripped me, though this time I'd locked the door. I pulled forward.
When Blackie moved with me, I realized he was stuck inside, his knot
fully inside me. And I had completely tensed all of my muscles.

	I reached back around and grabbed a hold of him, and pulled.
With a pop, he came free, as a wave of shock overcame me. Then a wave
of heat as my body temperature seemed to climb 10 degrees in a wave.
Then I felt then pain. He walked away a few steps and lay down,
prepared for his ritual cleaning.

	Concerned, but not bleeding, I went upstairs and ran a warm
bath. Whoever had knocked had left. After soaking 20 minutes I felt
pretty good again. I kept seeing his size in my mind. I found it
difficult to believe that had been inside me, causing nothing but
pleasure, until I'd tensed up and forced things.

	When `Chelle returned to pick him up, he did not want to
leave.

	She gave me a funny glance, and looked at him again.

	Throwing my arm's up,, "What can I say, he seems to really
like it here"

	I reached down, clipping a leash to him and handed her the
reins.

	Smiling, I told her, "You all could stay awhile, I'm sure we
could think up something to do"

	She declined politely, "Not today, midterms ya know." Didn't I
ever.

	We did set up a date though, for the following weekend.

				* * *

	Friday night, my special plans were made. The now infamous jar
of honey, along with some cording suitable for mild restraints, and
other goodies were carefully packed into my ever present backpack. I
grabbed the 4:15 bus to the east side, hopping off less than a block
away from her humble abode.

	Since we were both hungry, we started out with dinner out... a
treat for both of us, being as we were `poor' students, practically
living on buttons.

	I suggested we go out dancing, thinking a few drinks while
there may get the ball rolling the right direction. `Chelle agreed.
She really looked hot, dressed in a deep v-neck blouse and short
skirt, I think she got more stares at the club than I was comfortable
with.

	After an hour there, we called it quits- ready to find a
quieter setting.

	`Chelle gave Shep his Hello I'm home embrace. After being gone
only a few hours, you wouldn't expect it to be such a big deal, but to
Shep it was.

	I popped on the stereo low enough so we could talk. Dropping
onto the couch, I tucked one leg and sat half Indian style. `Chelle
went to the kitchen, to get some wine for us. Shep curled up by my
feet rather quiet for once.

	When `Chelle returned with two glasses, she sat right next to
me leaning into my shoulder and chest. I dropped my arm down off the
back of the couch, allowing it to rest on her tummy, gently holding
her close to me.

	"Reminds me of another time, another place," I reminisced.

	"Uh huhh... Too bad," she replied.

	"Too bad what?" I enquired.

	"Too bad you got up to answer the door."

	"Well I'm wiser now- you can bet I got my priorities straight
after that... " as rubbed her tummy in small circles, my upper arm
moving back and forth across the side of her breast, just touching the
nipple through the soft material of her sweater.

	"Ummm," she uttered encouragement as she pulled her legs up
onto the couch, now lying with her back against me.

	"I'm really glad you're still willing to see me, after what
happened" I whispered, setting my wine down on the table."After all,
you're of a rare breed"

	"You just want to take advantage of me," she stated, with a
bit of a pout in her voice.

	Bringing my other arm around to give her a little hug, I
brushed lightly against her nipple, standing out far enough to be
noticed. "You bet I do." I reached around brushing her hair away from
her ear and neck, bending down for little kisses on her neck, nibbling
lightly on her earlobe.

	"What do you say we try it on a bed this time?" she whispered.

	Setting her almost finished wine on the table, she leaned
forward enough for me to slide out from underneath her, and with an
arm behind her back and another her legs, I slowly stretched to a
standing position. I bent down, ready to kiss her on the cheek, but
she turned, meeting my lips. Her tongue darted into my mouth, catching
me just the slightest off balance.

	This time, I moaned, as she made her desires most clear to me.

	Moving while I still could, I eased the two of us through the
narrow doorway, and placed her on the waterbed. Before I could
disentangle myself, she grabbed me by the front of my shirt, pulling
me off balance enough to tumble into the bed with her.

	Rolling off to the middle of the bed, I dropped one leg
between hers, laying my arm between her breasts, and lightly touched
her ear. Looking into her brown eyes, with the little light available
from the shaded window, I didn't see lust, but desire.

	"You know, I think this is a place I'd like to spend a lot of
time," I informed her,, "As a matter of fact, I wouldn't want to be
anywhere else." (A major mistake, that was.)

	"Are you suggesting moving in?" she startled me with the
intensity of her feelings, "because if you are, just remember I like
my freedom, and I like living alone"

	"I know our arrangement has its advantages, I just have a hard
time sleeping at my place, after being here with you like this."

	Reaching down to kiss her, she shocked me again, by pushing me
away.

	"I think I lost the mood," she said, the warmth having left
her voice.

	"Do you want me to go?" I asked, the hurt showing just a
little more than I wanted.

	"No, it's late."

	"You know there could be advantages," not quite ready to give
up. "Like, backrubs, having someone there when you wake up you could
count on... " I started in again.

	"Someone who could walk out on me when he got bored, who
expects me to take care of things for him, like a good wife, who gets
jealous every time I smile at a band member who might be good
looking," she interrupted.

	"Now that's not fair!" I was quickly losing my temper. "You
know I haven't said word one about your other relationships."
Practically on a tirade, I continued, "I know we agreed not to limit
ourselves to seeing just each other, and I think I could handle you
going out with your friends, knowing you would be coming home... to
me."

	"And what makes you think I'd come home? What would you do
when I didn't?" A tint of anger in her voice too.

	Sighing, with resignation in my voice I gave in, "You're
right, it would be hard on me, hard on us- to see to much of each
other. I wouldn't trade what we have for the world." I reached over to
brush the hair off her forward, smiling in the half dark room. "I sure
have great timing, don't I?" and added, "You know I love you."

	The stiffness drained out of her, and she cuddled back up to
me, "That's why you're important to me, I wouldn't trade what you give
me for the world."

	Giving her a hug, I drifted off thinking about the hard won
relationship we'd built.

	An hour or two later, I woke up struggled out of my clothes.
Crawling under the covers, `Chelle's warmth next to me confirmed my
suspicions as I drifted off once again. Both of us nude, together and
in too much in love to risk the heartbreak sure to ruin us.